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The night is as silver as silver, and the moonlight still shines on the earth. The buildings of different heights in Shanghai are unevenly rolling in the dark.

There is a large old factory in a dilapidated house in the area north of Yangshupu. It seems to have been renovated. The tall walls do not look like the old adobe walls of old age. This is where the Japanese secret arsenal in Shanghai are located.

To the outside, this is a warehouse of a Japanese yarn mill. After the Battle of Shanghai, it experienced the looting of the people. It was originally the property of a large landlord in the Yangshupu area and rented it to the Japanese. Now he has taken back the rent in the Ming land, but this is not the case.

In recent days, strangers have entered here from time to time, especially late at night, there are quite a few people entering and leaving here.

This place belongs to the Chinese world, so Brother Jiu's power has not been extended. However, in order to grasp the trends in all aspects of Shanghai, there are still paparazzi with black dogs here, but there are fewer people, so I have never found that there is a group of dangerous people hidden in this place.

The arsenal covers a large area, with two yards in front and back. In the center is an old two-story earthen tiled building, with more than 20 east-west wing rooms arranged in front and back yards. These wing rooms are packed with a large number of military weapons. The secret agents secretly built a private arsenal here for the military headquarters to play a certain role in seizing Shanghai in the future. However, the war in Shanghai ended quickly. Due to insufficient manpower, this base basically did not play any role. The Japanese army was confident that they had landed in 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, but they did not know that it was against their wishes.

Under Tashima's planning, this place has now become the temporary headquarters of the Japanese Shinto Club and the Black Dragon Society. These two major forces had no connection in their local areas. The Shinto Club was self-proclaimed and disdained the cooperation of black forces like the Black Dragon Society, and looked down on them.

The situation now forces them to come together. The opponent Long Chongjiu they face is powerful. Not to mention that they are unilaterally, even if they join forces, they do not have a chance of winning by more than ten points. In this case, they can only play with the silly.

In the hall of the Tulou, Jiro Noyama sat arrogantly on it, opposite him was Takeo Fujita, the representative of the Black Dragon Society. This person is a rookie of the Black Dragon Society and a powerful helper from President Toyama Manta. He is a crazy "black man" who comes from "Rangninru" and has extraordinary skills.

In terms of age, Fujita is aged several years older than Noyama, but he dare not underestimate this young master from "Sword Yinliu".

There are many people gathering in the entire Curry now, and there are many people scattered around the periphery, with more than six people actually coming from Shinto Club. Only one-sixth of the people who came from the Shinto Club, and the others are killers of the Black Dragon Society. This is the cooperation between the two major forces in foreign countries.

"Fujita, I think the disappearance of Tajima has something to do with that Chinese man Xun Tianyi. We should not believe those Chinese man."

"Neyama-kun, I'm not interested in this person. The guys from the military are all self-righteous idiots. We just need to solve the problem of the Dragon surnamed by our method. We don't have to worry about other things. There are enough arms we use here. There will always be several offensives against England. Although we have fewer people now, the planning is appropriate..."

"Start an offensive? Hey..., that's a suicide. Do you know how many of his people are in Nanjing? We have such a big goal, and I guess we'll let the black gun be knocked down before we get to the English General Assembly Building. Let's use our brains. I think the plan set by Tashima is feasible. I will kill some of Long Chongjiu's arms first and mess up his lineup. Only then can we find a better opportunity to deal with him."

"I think the original plan should be cancelled for his disappearance now. There is another news you don't know. Miss Liao Yaquan entered the Shanghai National Government yesterday and did not come out. I wonder if she was sleeping in bed with her friends or her identity leaked."

"We don't have to worry about Liao Yaquan. I will insist on attacking the Zhabei Police Office building tonight and kill Chen Zhixiong."

"Are you sure he is in the Police Department building? This person may not have to work at night, what if Tajima leaks our plan?"

Jiro Noyama showed a crazy look and smiled coldly, "Fujita-kun, the descendants of Shinto Club are all very excellent. Even if they are ambushed there, we are not afraid. After all, the power there is farther than Nanjing, and the real master is by Long Chongjiu."

Fujita was about to speak when a sudden gunshot shocked the two people and several subordinates in the hall.

At this moment, a black dragon disciple dressed as a Chinese in the front yard rushed in and panted, "No, no, we'll let's surround him."

"Ah?" Noyama and Fujita bounced up from the chair at the same time. Could it be that there was something wrong with Tashima? They came so soon.

"Let everyone prepare." Yeshan calmed down and winked at the confidant beside him. The man nodded and rushed out of the hall.

There was a chaos in the yard, and people from the front and back yards rushed out of the east and west wing rooms with guns in a few minutes.

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The tragic sound of baptism was heard from the front and back of the yard. At least dozens of people died under the ravage of shells.

"Eight squares..., we rushed out from the backyard, and we must have been surrounded by enemies in the front." Fujita issued an order.

The next moment, he pulled out his gun from his waist and rushed out of the building and ran towards the backyard. At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the tightly closed front courtyard collapsed.

What opened this passage was an ordinary rocket, which smashed the thick door and turned into wood chips for a day.

The few people who had just rushed to the front door were swept away by the explosion of air waves in a scream, and the blood rain splashed, and this place became a hell on earth.

Jiro Noyama remained calm. He stood in the hall without moving, and did not even reach out to pull out the gun from his waist, but held out a long and narrow sword hidden under his arm. He was a real warrior and did not seem to be interested in using a gun. The sword was his whole body.

The confidant who had been assigned by him entered the hall again, but was covered in blood and could not tell whether it was his or someone else's splash.

"Our people have all gathered together, please give the order." The loyal subordinate gave up his sword and took out his gun.

It was not that he gave up the spirit of Bushido, but that when guns and cannons were flying all over the sky, he thought that the sword would not come in handy in any aspect.

"Don't mingle with Fujita's people. Let's break through from the left, don't fight, fight and escape to preserve your strength."

"Hai..." The confidant bowed strongly to the master, then turned to leave the hall. Yeshan then stared at the dark gate, where the flames of guns were flashing from time to time. After a round of small cannon attacks, the second round followed.

When Yeshan retreated from the earthen building, the two-story earthen building was hit by several shells, and it was immediately exploded beyond recognition.

Several Black Dragons gathered in the backyard also set up Curry's small mortar, but they did not have the chance to fire a shell. While the side wall collapsed, a rocket from the outside exploded in a wing room full of ammunition, which caused a chain reaction. In an instant, the ammunition in the entire room ignited the high-temperature fire waves, and the explosion that shocked the earth occurred two seconds later.

The Black Dragon Club, who had just set up a small combo, flew into the air before the shells could be set off, and the earth building was swept over by a huge storm of explosive air.

At the same time, Long Chongjiu, who was on a commanding height in the distance, saw the arsenal, and the arsenal was over, so he raised his hand and waved it.

The final order was issued. The Dragon Society brothers on the top of many high-rise buildings around carried the rocket launcher and carried out the last order of Brother Jiu. Dozens of rockets shot at the arsenal with rolling smoke. The next moment, the flames reflected the sky red.

The arsenal covering several acres finally disappeared under several rounds of gunfire, and all those who had not had time to come out were swallowed by the flames.

Fujita rushed into Minjuan through the back door in a very embarrassing manner. Less than ten people followed him, and nearly two others were all buried.

The Yeshan rushed out from the other direction was also miserable. His "excellent" Shinto Club disciples came out alive.

The gunfire sounds on the outside became increasingly rare. Yeshan knew that everything was over again, and the force that had just gathered was destroyed by Long Chongjiu.

He was murderous, and suddenly the gunshots burst into the side scroll, and the wild mountain flashed violently. Several people on his side were shot. Fuck, they were surrounded.

"Kill the sword-holder, he is Yeshan, everyone rushed for me." The Dragon Society brothers in the scroll rushed out, and under Thompson's firepower, these people rushed forward fearlessly towards Yeshan and his group. The remaining ten people here swept through the guns, a melee battle.

From time to time, people fell to the ground, but Yeshan shot into another horizontal scroll with a very fast speed. Suddenly, murderous intent suddenly appeared.

The silver light flashed, and Yeshan picked up the sword in his hand without thinking, and with a "ding" sound, he knocked him away with a flying knife.

The people in the Jiuli lined up in the black scroll and Kaifeng killed him. He was afraid of going, so it was Zou Huaizhong and eight "Flying Knife Huanglong Assistants".

"Noyama Jiro, I've been waiting for you for a long time. The result is self-evident. Now I'll give you a chance to see Brother Jiu, do you want it?"

Yeshan looked cold and solemn, his sword tip pointed to the ground, and his figure pulled out a long shadow under the reflection of the silver moon and dragged it onto the ground.

In addition to the nine people on the opposite side, except for Zou Huaizhong, who also held the flying knife in both hands, the other eight people were holding the m1911 with one pistol, and their other hand was hidden behind them. In fact, each of them held a flying knife in their hands, ready to go.

Yeshan had to admit that this man who played with flying knives was very good at posing as a threat to himself, and the greater threat was still a gun.

At this moment, the people behind him lay down before they followed the book. They were worthy of being a group of elites. The backlash before their death allowed more than a dozen people from the Dragon Club to bury them. The war was coming to an end. Gana and Zou Huaiyi, who were guarding the back door, originally judged that Yeshan Club came out, but they waited for another heavyweight figure, Takeo Fujita from the Black Dragon Club, but he was extremely embarrassed at this moment.

The two sides fought fiercely in the scroll road. Fujita's shooting skills were very good. Every time his hand was shaken, people from the Dragon Club fell down.

Zou Huaiyi was furious and flashed out like lightning in the dark night, disappearing, and Fujita exclaimed.

At the right time, Gana raised her hand and shot her. Even though Fujita had flexible skills, she was injured with the precise cooperation of these two people.

He dodged two of the flying knife, and was nailed into his left shoulder with the last one, and then hit his right chest with a shot.

With the greetings of many brothers Thompson and grenades, Fujita and his gang who were surrounded by the back door dead scroll quickly calmed down.

However, in the desperate counterattack of the people, the Dragon Society brothers also suffered dozens of casualties. When Gana and Zou Huaiyi walked into the vase to check, there were ten corpses piled on the ground. The worst thing was the guy with a flying knife stuck on his left shoulder, and he couldn't even find his head.

Yeshan saw the current situation very clearly. He never expected that the devastating blow would come so quickly, and the opponent's actions would be so fast, and from their precise arrangements and troops, they seemed to know that their base was here.

In fact, it took a full four hours from the meeting to the completion of the arrangement, and used more than 1,660 people. It can be said that it was a perfect operation. The people from the small cannon camp and the bazooka gang, and the people from the small cannon camp, with a rocket launcher. In addition to the flying sword Huanglong servants led by the Zou brothers and Gana, there were people under Hu Tiecheng and Ma Junshan, with a total of more than 1,600 people.

Yeshan slowly retreated from the Black Rouan, and on the wide street behind him, the black Dragon Society brothers rushed over from both ends.

At this time, Yeshan's heart calmed down. This was a calmness in despair. Until now, he didn't believe that his superb martial arts masters with such skills would actually fall to this point. If they suddenly entered the crowd, they would definitely throw rats and dare not shoot, and then they would have the chance to escape in the chaos. When this idea just appeared in his heart, he was shocked to find that the crowd on the two streets stopped, and the sound of the sirens in the distance was loud. How could the police team of the National Government not know about such a big thing?

It’s just that they didn’t want to come when the guns were in full swing. They just came out now, and they just waited for the people to leave.

Yeshan stood in the middle of the fork, and the weakest side was Zou Huaizhong and eight flying sword attendants.

In fact, those eight branches, m1911 is enough to make the wild mountain soul travel to the underworld. The leaders in the north are Gana and Zou Huaiyi.

The crowd in the south separated, and brought Thompson's brothers to let Brother Jiu walk in. Following him was Hu Tiecheng.

"Mr. Noyama, for your help, I used the formation that I have been in Shanghai for so long. You are proud of it. I have to tell you that this is China, not Japan. The greater the power you want to play is still a bit weak. Tashima is right. Your brother Noyama was trapped in my hands. You are right to seek revenge on me, but you shouldn't be mixed with the Japanese military. This will make things much more complicated. I originally wanted to give you a chance to fight fairly, but you gave up."

"Long Chongjiu, if you want to be a man, accept my challenge. If I die in your hands, it is my lack of skill."

With a "bang", there was a sound from behind Yeshan. When Gana put down her hand, Yeshan's eyes turned dark and she was shot at the back of her head.

When the dead body fell, Gana said, "You are not worthy of dying at the hands of our Jiu brother. It's enough for me to deal with garbage like you. I'm shameless. He actually used a sword to challenge Jiu brother who was empty-handed. Do you want to use this opportunity to kill my Jiu brother?"

No one expected that Gana would suddenly shoot, but her behavior made her brothers praise her. Brother Jiu could not get off the stage and compete with him. If he was injured, wouldn’t it be worth the loss? Long Chongjiu was stunned by it. He didn’t expect Gana to do so.

"Baby, your hand is also black. If you don't shoot someone behind the back, you won't say hello, it's amazing."

Hearing the displeasure in Brother Jiu's words, Gana stuck out her tongue and walked over quickly, "Brother Jiu, I am your personal bodyguard. He wants to fight with you and must pass this level. But I don't need a gun to be afraid that I can't beat him. He is afraid that the sword is so sharp, so..."

"So you're going to make your own decisions. Go back and settle the accounts with you. Tiecheng, stop the team and clean up the guns on the street."

At around 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, the Battle of Yangshupu was completely won, and more than five people from the Annihilation Shinto Club and the Black Dragon Society were divided. The enemies on the outside were scattered, and some people who were not in good shape fled one after another, but the main force was eliminated here, and Jiro Noyama was the first target this time.

The next day, newspapers in Shanghai criticized the secret base of the Japanese army in Yangshupu. The Public Concession Police Department issued a statement saying that the ones who annihilated this group of secret enemies could be some patriots, guerrillas, or they might not say that they were.

In fact, the artillery fire was so hot that the gunshots were deafening, and the nearby people were so scared that they dared not go out, as if the Japanese were shooting again.

Murai of the Japanese Consulate in Shanghai claimed that those people were definitely not from Japan, and that they were not secret bases of the Japanese army.

The people from the National Government Police Team pointed out that many of the dead had sword-shaped stitches on their bodies, which proved that they were related to the Shinto Club where Long Chongjiu was murdered last time. No body of a Dragon Society person was found at the scene, otherwise the Dragon-shaped stitches would be exposed, and Hu Tiecheng cleaned it up cleanly.

In the afternoon, Black Dog sent the new news back to the General Assembly. The news was handed over by the national spy Ren Xiang, saying that Liao Yaquan was formally arrested by the National Government, and the order to arrest her was issued by Lieutenant General Zhang Zhi, currently the chief of the Songhu Security Command.

The national spies actually discovered that the beauty who once served as a hostess in the Nanjing Guild Hall was a secret spy from the Japanese military headquarters.

The news made Long Chongjiu slightly stunned. He originally wanted to use this woman, but he didn't expect that she would be exposed to the National Government.

That night, Long Chongjiu asked Edward to call General Zhang of the Songhu Security Command to invite him to meet with the English General Association in Nanjing.

Long Chongjiu had his idea. He wanted to use this woman to invade the Kwantung Army. Although this was very difficult, he was still going to give it a try because this woman had a prominent position in the Japanese secret service, and once she could be used by her, she would have a high value.
Chapter completed!