Republic of China: German-equipped divisions massacred as warlords guarded the nation's borders

Abandoned warehouse area on Avenue Joffre in the French Concession.

The wind howled and the rain poured down. The icy rainwater cascaded down the tin roof, riddled with holes, and gathered into muddy streams on the muddy ground.

In the dimly lit warehouse, Viper tightly tucked the oil-paper package containing the fake blueprints into his arms, placing it close to his body. His careful movements made it seem as if he were holding not just a few sheets of paper, but the entire naval future of the Southern National Revolutionary Government.

"Well done. When I get back to Guangzhou, you'll get your share of the benefits." Viper glanced at the shipyard engineer who was counting gold bars with a greedy look on his face, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on his lips.

Only the dead can keep secrets; that's the first rule for spies. He had no intention of letting the engineer leave Shanghai alive.

Viper's hand stealthily reached for the Browning pistol at his lower back, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

however.

Just as he was about to draw his gun!

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot suddenly ripped through the roar of the rainy night!

The engineer, who was holding the gold bars and grinning foolishly, suddenly had his head explode like a rotten watermelon. His red and white brain matter mixed with blood splattered all over the viper's face! The blood-stained gold bars fell into the muddy water with a "plop".

"Who?!"

Viper was, after all, one of the most elite agents in the Chang-system intelligence agency, and his reflexes were incredibly fast. In the instant the gun fired, he darted forward like a slippery eel, instantly hiding behind a large, abandoned wooden crate.

"Bang bang bang!"

Almost the instant he had taken cover, several large-caliber bullets shattered the concrete ground where he had just been standing, sending debris flying everywhere.

"You idiot! Hand over the blueprints, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

A series of broken Chinese sentences were accompanied by a violent slamming of the door.

The warehouse door was flung open, and a dozen burly men dressed in black raincoats, each carrying a Type 14 Nambu pistol, rushed in. The man in the lead had a hideous scar on his face, and his eyes were fixed on the wooden crate where the viper was hiding, like those of a hungry wolf.

Special Higher Police (STPD) of Japan!

Viper's heart sank. As a veteran agent, he recognized the other party's identity and weapon at a glance.

"Damn those Japanese devils, how did they know about tonight's deal?" Viper gritted his teeth, clutching the oil paper package tightly to his chest.

This is not surprising. Chen's army annihilated the Japanese Third Fleet in the East China Sea, causing great panic in Japan's headquarters. The Special Higher Police mobilized all its forces, frantically trying to steal Chen's army's military secrets. They also had their eyes on the Jiangnan Shipyard, but they were a step too late, just in time to witness Viper's transaction, and thus decisively decided to "double-cross" him.

"The Great Japanese Empire will absolutely not allow the Chinese to possess such advanced naval technology! You Chinese pigs from the south, hand over the blueprints!" Scarface grinned maliciously, and with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen Special Higher Police spies immediately formed a fan shape and surrounded the wooden crate.

The viper took a deep breath, its eyes bloodshot.

The blueprints are more important to him than his own life; there's absolutely no way he'd hand them over!

"Fuck you, you Japanese dog!"

The viper suddenly poked half its body out from the side of the wooden crate, its Browning pistol spitting fire!

"Bang! Bang!"

Two bullets pierced precisely between the eyebrows of the two Japanese spies. But at the same time, the Special Higher Police's firepower poured down like a torrential rain.

"puff!"

Viper grunted, a burst of blood erupting from his left shoulder, the impact of the bullet sending him sprawling into the mud. He was, after all, merely an intelligence operative skilled in infiltration and assassination; facing a dozen or so Special Higher Police thugs with rigorous military training and overwhelming firepower, a direct confrontation offered him no chance of victory.

"Grab him! Don't ruin the blueprints!" Scarface roared with ecstasy as several Special Higher Police thugs pounced on him like wolves, ready to hack Viper to death.

The viper closed its eyes in despair.

however.

At this critical moment!

"Da da da da da da—!!!"

A terrifying, metallic roar, like cloth being torn apart, suddenly erupted from the rooftops and shattered windows on all sides of the warehouse!

This isn't the monotonous single-shot sound of a pistol; it's the deathly roar of a submachine gun firing in full-auto mode!

In the darkness, hundreds of blinding tongues of fire instantly intertwined into an impenetrable net of death, which, with the ferocity of a mountain pressing down, fiercely enveloped the dozen or so Japanese spies!

"Puff puff puff puff—!"

The first few Japanese thugs were hit so hard that they didn't even have time to scream before being struck by dozens of 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets in a very short time.

The powerful kinetic energy instantly tore their bodies into pieces, with severed limbs and blood flying everywhere.

"Baka! It's an MP18 submachine gun! Take cover! Take cover now!"

This voice is probably familiar to all Japanese agents in Shanghai. In recent months, almost every Japanese agent or spy has heard it to some extent.

It's even more terrifying than a death knell.

Every time I hear that sound, it means that the Chen family's military intelligence bureau's action team, who only know how to charge and shoot guns, has arrived.

Baka! It lacks any technical skill, relying solely on brutal firepower suppression, completely violating the elegance expected of spies and secret agents!

Scarface screamed in utter terror. He prided himself on being a battle-hardened elite of the empire, but even he was terrified by such insane firepower.

The Mauser C96 pistols they carried might have been considered decent self-defense weapons in this era, but when faced with a barrage of fire from hundreds of German MP18 submachine guns at close range, they were like a group of beggars with sticks running into a fully armed heavy infantry!

It's a complete one-sided massacre!

"Da da da da da—"

Gunfire continued incessantly. There was no idle talk, no pre-battle negotiation.

This is the violent aesthetics of the Chen family army!

Chen Zijun's order was simple: Leave no one alive! Kill them all!

Hidden in the shadows, Chen's assassins expressionlessly pulled the triggers, unleashing a deluge of 32 rounds from their snail-shaped magazines onto the area occupied by the Japanese. Wooden crates were instantly reduced to sawdust, the concrete floor was riddled with craters, and any Japanese spy attempting to resist or escape was reduced to a bloody pulp within fractions of a second.

In less than thirty seconds.

The dozen or so elite Special Higher Police officers who were just moments ago so arrogant and domineering are now all reduced to a pile of mangled flesh that can no longer be pieced together, lying quietly in a pool of blood.

The scarred leader was riddled with bullets and lay dead in the mud, his eyes wide open, filled with extreme fear and disbelief.

The viper, hiding behind the wooden box, curled its body into a tight ball, covered its head with its hands, and trembled violently uncontrollably.

Although he wasn't hit, the terrifying scene of bullets whizzing past his scalp and his fellow agents being instantly shredded into mincemeat before his eyes had completely shattered his psychological defenses as a top agent.

"Chen Family Army...that's the Operations Division of Chen Family Army's Military Intelligence Bureau!"

The viper's teeth were trembling. Aside from the wealthy and powerful Chen Zijun, there was absolutely no other force in the entire Far East that could afford to equip hundreds of intelligence personnel with expensive German-made submachine guns!

He knew he was finished. The Japanese were dead, and he would be the next one to be crushed in the meat grinder.

however.

The gunfire suddenly stopped.

Apart from the sound of rain pattering against the tin roof, the entire warehouse was deathly silent.

The viper cautiously poked its head out and peered through the cracks in the wooden box.

To his astonishment, he discovered that the fire net that had surrounded the entire warehouse had created a tiny blind spot at the back door. A Ford truck, its engine already off, was parked there, completely blocking his view.

"gap?!"

The viper's pupils suddenly contracted.

As a professional agent, he instinctively sensed that this might be a trap. But his strong will to survive, along with the blueprints in his arms that concerned the fate of the Southern Navy, left him with no other choice.

The drawings must be sent out!

"ah--!"

The viper let out a beastly roar and unleashed the most terrifying speed it had ever possessed, leaping out from behind the wooden crate like an arrow and frantically sprinting toward the gap in the firing range!

"Bang! Bang!"

Several bullets grazed his body, one of which even pierced his thigh, leaving a trail of blood.

But the viper ignored the pain and scrambled out of the warehouse's back door, plunging headfirst into the intricate alleyways of the French Concession.

"I escaped! I escaped!"

The viper dragged his bleeding, severed leg, stumbling and running wildly through the darkness. His face was covered in mud and cold sweat, but his eyes burned with an almost manic ecstasy.

"Chen Zijun's Military Intelligence Bureau's Operations Division is nothing special! I managed to smuggle the blueprints out right under their noses!"

"As long as I board that black ship heading south, and as long as the blueprints are handed over to the principal, I will be the greatest hero of the Party and the State!"

Under the intense adrenaline rush, this top Southern agent experienced a tremendous sense of accomplishment, feeling that he had accomplished an impossible mission through his exceptional personal abilities.

He had even imagined the glorious scene of being personally awarded medals and promoted by Principal Chang after returning to Guangzhou.

He had no idea that he was like a wild boar carrying a virus, deliberately released by a hunter, and was happily running back to his lair.

……

Abandoned warehouse roof.

Mo Lanzhi was dressed in a black outfit, rainwater sliding down her long, slender legs. She coldly lowered her MP18 submachine gun, watching Viper's figure disappear into the night, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of her lips.

"Reporting to Director Mo! The target has escaped onto the designated route, and the brothers along the way will 'accidentally' leave him a way to the dock." A squad leader of the assassination team stepped forward to report.

"Very good." Moranzhi nodded. "The young marshal's strategy of playing the long game not only allows us to use fake blueprints to get the southern arsenals to build warships for us, but also makes Chiang Kai-shek think he has gained a huge advantage, thus diverting all intelligence resources to studying these blueprints and relaxing his infiltration of our Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai regions."

"More importantly, compared to obtaining the blueprints from us, the Japanese devils clearly preferred to get them from Chiang Kai-shek!"

"The young marshal's scheming is truly unfathomable."

Moranzhi waved her hand: "Clean up the battlefield. Find a place to douse all the Japanese corpses with gasoline and burn them. Pour the ashes directly into the Huangpu River!"

"yes!"

The team members immediately began to move, quickly searching through the remains on the body.

After a while.

"Director Mo! We've made a discovery!"

The squad leader suddenly exclaimed and pulled a blood-stained manila envelope from the scarred leader's arms, which was riddled with bullets, and quickly handed it to Mo Lanzhi.

Moranzhi took the envelope, tore open the seal, and quickly scanned it with the help of the flashlight.

The envelope was blatantly stamped with the top-secret seal of the Japanese Imperial Headquarters, while the heading of the document inside bore only four striking, blood-red characters:

【Kikusui Project】

Mo Lanzhi's gaze swept quickly across the documents, and her originally indifferent expression gradually turned extremely cold.

"Those heartless and insane Japanese beasts!" Moranzhi cursed through gritted teeth.

This document is not a plan to steal intelligence at all, but an extremely malicious plan to instigate a riot!

The documents reveal that, due to its disastrous naval defeat, the Japanese high command urgently needed a pretext in Shanghai to trigger a full-scale armed intervention. The Special Higher Police were plotting to incite unsuspecting Chinese workers in Japanese-owned cotton mills within the Shanghai International Settlement to strike, and then secretly dispatch Japanese ronin to carry out a large-scale massacre, artificially creating a bloody tragedy!

They wanted to use the blood of the Chinese people to wash away the shame of the Third Fleet's destruction, and take the opportunity to use the pretext of "protecting overseas Chinese" to legitimately send troops to Shanghai!

Last time it was more than a dozen lives lost, how many will it be this time?

Damn those Japanese devils!

"Get the car ready immediately!"

Moranzhi clutched the top-secret document tightly in her hand, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I must go see the young marshal immediately!"

"Since the Japanese dare to play with fire on our territory, let them be completely annihilated in the flames!"