After many years of operation in the public concession, of course, the Japanese investment was indispensable, and North Sichuan Road had become the most prosperous street in the north of Suzhou at that time. There are many shops and inns on both sides of the road, and many Japanese trading companies have also located their headquarters in China, and most of Japan's important military and political core organs in South China are also located around this road.

No one would have thought that one day, the bustling Sichuan Road became the arena of the army and navy drag racing, in the face of the rapid galloping military vehicles, passing vehicles and pedestrians rushed to the side of the road to avoid, along the way chickens and dogs jumped, I don't know how many shop fronts were squeezed that day, how many richly decorated windows were broken.

"Yes! (Rush!) Take that! Looking at the pedestrians and vehicles awkwardly dodging on the side of the road, Watanabe Daisa excitedly clenched the handle of the knife in his hand.

"Huh! Wing Captain! Ensign Fujiwara put one hand on the steering wheel and neatly shifted the gear lever back to fourth gear with his left hand.

The three squadrons of the Special Marine Corps stationed at the Hongkou headquarters almost poured out of the nest this time, and the convoy dragged on for a long time, and the Mitsubishi four-wheeled trucks with a glossy paint seemed to be mocking the shabby atmosphere of the army.

None of the drivers of the Marine Corps were stupid, and when they saw the Army trucks speeding up from the mirror, they did not make any blocking moves, but instead turned to the right to avoid them.

The driver was just an ordinary Navy soldier, and he couldn't think of too deep a problem in his mind, and at that time he thought that the army truck was in a hurry, and at this time they still had a task on their part, so there was no need to fight with the army's horse manure on the street.

It wasn't until all the army convoys passed that the Navy drivers realized that something was wrong, and the armored vehicles following behind seemed to be their own people, so why did the armored car squadron chase those army forces?

"It's almost over, Fujiwara, get ahead of the navy." Seeing the open road motorcycle at the front of the naval convoy, Watanabe Osa breathed a sigh of relief, he finally caught up with these navies, and now as long as he overtook the naval convoy, the control of the situation still belonged to the army.

"When we get to the Sichuan Road Bridge, I will leave the Songgang team behind to block the bridge deck and never let those octopuses cross the Suzhou River." Watanabe Osa secretly made up his mind.

Although His Excellency Wing Commander's calculation was very good, what happened in the next second disrupted all his plans, and the 120th Wing was destined to leave a strong mark in the history of the Japanese Army.

"Ahh Abunai! (Ah, danger!) Second Lieutenant Fujiwara suddenly exclaimed, and then the front of the Type 94 truck jerked to the right.

"Pock! Pockmarks! Yes! Pockmarks! (Oops!) Worst! Yes! Worst! The second lieutenant kept screaming, tugging hard at the steering wheel, his left hand flicking the gear lever quickly, and his feet pedaling back and forth between the clutch and the brakes.

The 3.5-ton six-wheeled truck, with a full load of army soldiers in its body, and the weapons and ammunition it carried with it, would cause considerable damage if it got out of control.

At this time, the direction of the 94-type truck was exactly the Ford sedan of Rear Admiral Takeda Shiji, commander of the Special Marine Corps, and if it crashed like this, Rear Admiral Takeda would have a ninety percent chance of being promoted to vice admiral.

The Marine Corps commander also noticed movement in the rear of the convoy, and was looking back through the window when he saw a huge truck coming towards him.

"Abunai! (Jeopardy!) Major General Takeda felt a chill in the back of his head, and he cried out in horror.

The Ford driver was also shocked at this time, but the incident was so sudden that he had no time to react, and the Navy officer could only hold the steering wheel with both hands and close his eyes tightly.

"Sack sacks! (Wait a minute!) Second Lieutenant Fujiwara didn't give up at all, and at the last moment he slammed the brake lever on the side of his left leg, while holding the steering wheel steadily, and tapping the accelerator between his feet.

Just before the crash, the second lieutenant miraculously regained control of the truck, and Hino turned sideways on the road, sliding forward almost sideways for a distance of seven or eight meters, then the front of the car deflected to the left, and then realigned the body. Finally, with a screeching sound of brakes, the Type 94 truck finally stopped under the horrified gaze of witnesses.

Before Watanabe Osa in the passenger seat wiped the cold sweat off his head, the exclamations of the soldiers suddenly sounded in the carriage behind him, and then Osa felt the body of the car slammed, and at the same time, there was a murmur of metal crashing and glass shattering in his ears.

The Wing Commander and Adjutant looked at each other for a few seconds before opening the doors on their respective sides.

Quickly turning to the back of the truck, as Ozuo guessed, they suffered a rear-end collision, and because the level difference was too far, the scene at that time was terrible.

I don't know if the driver was stupid by what happened just now, or if the brakes were faulty, anyway, Fujiwara didn't find any traces of brakes on the road, which means that the three-wheeled motorcycle didn't slow down at all, and it hit the butt of the six-wheeled truck directly.

At this time, the front of the motorcycle and most of the body had been drilled under the steel frame of the ground, and the Navy officer sitting in the sidecar was directly hit by the rear beam of the truck and shattered his head, the upper body of the motorcycle driver was still stuck between the body and the bottom plate, and the Marine in the back seat was hanging upside down on the rear of the car, and blood bubbles were gushing out of his mouth, and it seemed that he was hopeless. The blood of the driver and passengers flowed down the body of the car like a turned faucet, and soon accumulated a pool of blood under the body.

Even though Watanabe has experienced dozens of bloody battles, he can be regarded as seeing too many dead people, but looking at the corpses in front of him, he still feels that acid is rising in his throat.

"Red deer! How exactly did you drive, the army must take full responsibility! As the words sounded, Watanabe realized that he had been surrounded by Marines.

"Hey, what are you talking about, red deer! This is Watanabe-sama, the Wing Commander of the 120th Infantry Wing, don't you salute the commander of your navy? ”

To say that the nerves of the army soldiers are indeed extremely tenacious, after the previous extreme speed and drift performance, they quickly recovered their spirits, and Cao Chang, who led the team in the carriage, had a loyal look on his face, holding the scabbard of the Ninety-Five Saber, and jumped out of the carriage.

"What about the Wing Commander, the Wing Commander can't be unreasonable, it's obviously your Army's fault."

"Who does the red deer say?"

"Pig's head! It's our people who died! ”

"Can't let go of these bastards, I almost bumped into the commander just now!" The Marines were immediately excited.

"Wait for the commander to come, go and inform His Excellency the commander, everyone surround them first, don't let these guys escape!" A Navy lieutenant spoke.

"How do you speak? Your troops, duties! Report it right away! Why don't you salute me! Watanabe's anger that he had been holding back was directly ignited at this moment.

"Shanghai Navy Special Marine Corps, First Squadron First Squad Attached, Navy Second Lieutenant Okamoto Eagle." No matter how disgusted the other party is, the rules of the army must be followed, Second Lieutenant Okamoto raised his hand and saluted Watanabe with a naval salute, and when he saw the officer's movements, the sailors could only follow along with Watanabe to salute the military.

Watanabe Osa looked at the other party's helpless look, and couldn't help but show a smug expression on his face. But before his smile faded, a black thing flew in from outside the crowd and hit the wing captain in the face.

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