Fang Lang, who was far away at the Natal Naval Base, was holding a phone at this time and looking at the ten C46 transport planes neatly parked outside the window.

The ground crew is changing the U.S. military logo on the fuselage to the Brazilian Navy logo.

"Don't worry! I'm sure I'll be there in time! I remember that I got Rio, and you want to invite me to experience the enthusiasm of the girls in Rio. ”

After saying that, he smiled and pressed the phone to start redialing.

"Hello! Help me pick up General Dutra, I am Fang Lang, commander of the Navy's First Fleet. ”

"Okay, please wait!"

"Fang, I'm Dutra."

"Your Excellency General, Fang Lang will report to you with five hundred marines."

Fang Lang's words were obviously stunned, because the last time he talked to Fang Lang, everyone had become the same camp.

However, he did not express his intention to lead troops to support him directly!

Of course, General Dutra must be very satisfied with Fang Lang's statement.

After a long silence, General Dutra asked:

"Where are you?"

General Dutra's words made the corners of Fang Lang's mouth curl, and his heart was completed.

"Within four hours my people can reach and take control of the Rio airport, guaranteeing that not a single plane will take off from the airport."

Fang Lang's strength directly exceeded General Dutra's expectations, what else is there to say.

got up directly, stood in front of the map, looked at it for a while, and said:

"At eight o'clock tonight, your men are in charge of occupying the airport and taking control of the Voice of Rio radio station."

I didn't expect there to be two missions, it seems that General Dutra is not well manned!

However, Fang Lang didn't care, with the combat power of his subordinates, it was not too easy to control the airport and drive into the city, and control a radio station.

"Understood, sir."

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At 7:30 p.m. on October 29, outside the presidential palace in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, police were confronting people of Japanese descent.

Lechner, the chief of police in Rio de Janeiro, who weighed more than 250 pounds, was sweating profusely at this time answering the phone in a booth in front of the presidential palace.

From his panicked expression and the beads of sweat on his face, you can see the seriousness of the matter on the phone at this time.

Putting down the phone, he seemed to have completely forgotten the tense situation outside the presidential palace, as if he had completely forgotten the tense situation outside the presidential palace, and shouted directly to his subordinates outside:

"Everyone, load your bullets and build fortifications on the spot! Protect the presidential palace. The rebels are in town! ”

The police guarding outside had been confronting the armed Japanese outside for almost a whole day.

Both the police and the Japanese were in high tension for a whole day.

The policeman who heard the order did not hesitate to move, the bolt of the gun was pulled, and the sound of the bullet being loaded came out, like lighting the fuse.

A Japanese expatriate who came from São Paulo to defend the presidential palace, Haruhiko Takase was a worker in a mint factory and a senior member of the Victors Group of the Minister-to-Do League.

Although he is only 20 years old and has no military experience, Brazil's policy of not banning guns also allows him to have good marksmanship.

The harvest of a hunting trip during each break always allowed him to enjoy a hearty barbecue on the weekend.

As an ardent believer in Tianhuang, he was simply ecstatic when he heard that President Vargas was about to surrender to Japan.

Once Brazil surrendered to Japan, he was no longer prepared to continue working in the factory.

Instead, he went straight to the outskirts and occupied a farm of his own, and let those Brazilians work for him.

Therefore, he must ensure that President Vargas can surrender to Tianhuang smoothly, and must not let the Brazilian army stop him.

Therefore, he did not believe that anyone other than Japanese would be as sincere in protecting President Vargas as they were.

He had been standing in the crowd and maintaining a posture of raising his gun and aiming, and the first time he saw the police on the opposite side pull the bolt, he felt the danger.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger of his shotgun.

At the same time shouted loudly:

"The police are going to do it, kill them and protect Vargas."

A second shot was fired.

The Japanese Americans around them also saw the movements of the police on the opposite side and pulled the trigger on their hands one after another.

The police officers were taken by surprise, but in the end, after a certain amount of training.

The uninjured personnel immediately began to look for cover to fight back.

In just an instant, hundreds of bullets were fired from both sides.

The fact that his companions around Haruhiko Takase kept falling, which startled him.

During a weekend hunt, the prey will not shoot bullets at him.

At this time, Takase Haruhiko's heart began to tremble, and he wanted to lie on the ground to avoid the attack of bullets.

I am afraid that I will be treated as a coward by my peers.

If you want to retreat, the dense crowd behind you can't retreat at all.

He could only continue to shoot, and soon a bullet hit him in the thigh, causing him to crook and almost fall.

The pain in his leg made him "Ah! He shouted.

However, in this chaotic fighting environment, the pain in his leg actually stimulated his ferocity, and he squatted down and stepped back, continuing to fire regardless of it.

Soon, another stray bullet hit him in the right eye and emerged from the back of his head.

He felt that his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

It was only then that the police chief, Lechner, realized that he had made a fatal mistake. As soon as he wanted to come forward to explain a few words, he was directly frightened by the stray bullets that flew and fell to the ground.

I couldn't find the usual arrogant and domineering police chief posture at all, and some of them wanted to find cover.

As a result, he was too obese and stuck between two obstacles, unable to advance or retreat.

The mouth kept muttering:

"It's over, I'm dead, I've made a big mistake!"

Unfortunately, some mistakes are irreparable once they are made.

He knew that he could not call for a ceasefire at this time, and if he dared to give such an order, immediately his police force would be killed or wounded.

The only way is to first wipe out all the Japanese who surrounded the presidential palace, and then organize a defense against the approaching rebels.

Therefore, he did not hesitate any longer, and cried out loudly:

"Kill all these Japanese mobs first, strafe them with machine gun fire, kill them quickly."

Originally, the police were only responsible for defending the perimeter line, and the real guard force of the presidential palace was a unit of a guard battalion.

It is also unknown whether the guard battalion received information from the rebels to help defend it, or whether it was attracted by the gunfire on the periphery.

Soon they also came over to join the ranks of the police and began to suppress the Japanese mob on the periphery.

But the number of the Japanese mob was so great that there were more than 40,000 people, and all of them were armed with firearms.

The police, together with the soldiers of the guard battalion, numbered less than 1,000 people, and in the face of the mob surrounding the presidential palace, it was like a small boat in a raging storm, and it was in danger of capsizing at any moment.

Fortunately, the guns in the hands of the mob were all single-shot firearms, and after the machine-gun fire in the hands of the military and police began to fire, the Japanese mob, which had already rushed into the barrier, finally fell in a large area.

Unfortunately, the Japanese mob were not intimidated by the machine-gun fire of the military and police.

Death squads were constantly being organized, constantly advancing forward.

There was no tactics at all in this battle, it was all a collision of blood and fire, a contest of bullets and flesh.

The Brazilian military police had apparently never experienced such a big scene, and were actually frightened by the ferocious fighting style of the Japanese mob.

Deserters were the first to appear in the police force, after all, they were just police officers who maintained law and order and provided for their families.

And not a soldier who has undergone rigorous training.

Thus, less than ten minutes into the battle, the Japanese mob began to gain the upper hand, breaking through the first line of defense of the police and guard battalions and approaching the presidential palace.

Colonel Tic, who had just led his Marine Corps out of the Rio de Janeiro naval base, was in a state of confusion.

Didn't you say that I came to participate in the siege of the presidential palace? Why did our team just set off, but the presidential palace was in full swing first.

And General Dutra, who was in the army command, was even more ecstatic when he received the news.

Originally, he heard that the Japanese had organized a mob of 40,000 people to help Vargas defend the presidential palace, and he was worried about whether it would have a bad impact on his plan.

But I didn't expect these Japanese Americans to exchange fire with the guards defending the presidential palace first.

Since this is the case, can I directly declare to the outside world that it was the Japanese mob that stormed the presidential palace?

And he is the righteous man who represented the Brazilian government to quell the Japanese mob rebellion!

Thinking of this, General Dutra directly gave an order to all the troops, exterminate the Japanese mob, and save the kidnapped President Vargas.

As early as four hours ago, Fang Lang, who was far away at the Natal Naval Base, had already gathered all his marines.

Against the map of the airport in Rio de Janeiro, a detailed plan for the occupation was drawn up.

Everyone knows what they need to do.

Immediately afterwards, he boarded the ten C46 planes that Fang Lang had just bought, and the ten pilots who had been training at the base and the ten flight instructors who followed the planes were directly transported to the airport in Rio de Janeiro.

The civil airports of this period were far less advanced than those of later generations, and the airports that could have a cement runway were quite advanced airports.

Rio de Janeiro Airport was the first airport built by Pan Am in Brazil, and as such, it is a state-of-the-art airport with a concrete runway.

Just now, Pan Am staff, who is responsible for operating Rio de Janeiro airport, spotted ten uninvited passengers on radar.

However, there is no precedent in this era for the direct use of aircraft to occupy civilian airfields.

And there was no war in Brazil, so this anomaly did not attract the attention of air traffic controllers to report it.

Anyway, there were no planes taking off and landing at this time, so the air traffic controller walked out of the office directly and looked at the sky in the distance.

I saw ten small black dots in the night sky in the distance, aiming at the runway in turn.

Start the orderly landing.

With the help of the airport's lights, the air traffic controller saw the logo of the Brazilian army on the army-green fuselage.

Angry, he scolded and said:

"Fuck, these bastards, are they in the wrong place. This is a civilian airport, what are you military planes doing here? ”