Songhu: Never Give Up

Chapter 167 Rescue of the Lone Army Camp

Concession, Jiaozhou Road "Lonely Army Camp", lonely lights and sparse shadows
At one o'clock in the morning, the soldiers of the isolated army camp had already gone to bed, but Xie Jinyuan, deputy commander of the 524th Regiment, was still writing furiously;

Gang Ze was awarded the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal by the Military Commission, which was the greatest compliment to the "Lonely Army Camp" and showed that the government and the people had not forgotten them. Many social leaders were working hard to rescue them. Xie Jinyuan was deeply moved and could not sleep all night. He wrote letters home to his wife again.

Outside the isolated army camp, most of the White Russian mercenaries were already "fast asleep", with only a few guards left, drowsy at their posts, completely unable to muster up energy, and their vigilance was meaningless;
In the dark night, a few lonely figures were like soul-catchers from hell, slowly "floating" towards the White Russian mercenaries' booth. You would definitely be scared to death when you first saw them.

Staff Sergeant Qu Xiping was wearing a suit of black leather uniforms of the Marine Corps, holding a reflective military dagger in his hand, blending into the darkness from head to toe;
Behind him were two other teammates. They formed a sentry-finding combat team. As the backbone of the reconnaissance company, this kind of sentry-finding and prisoner-catching work was his forte.

They easily approached the White Russian sentry box, but did not act rashly. Instead, they waited for the other two members to search the surrounding area and confirm that there were no secret sentries before they slid into the sentry box like a ghost.
There were three White Russian sentries in the sentry box. One of them was the squad leader, who was sleeping on the table. The other two sentries, fearing the cold wind, also hid in the sentry box, dozing off with their heads against the wall. They did not take their duty seriously at all.

It’s no wonder they were careless. This is the territory of the British Empire. Who dares to act rashly?

What they didn't know was that they had been sold to the Chinese by their masters. Even the soup they drank for dinner was spiked with drugs, and the main focus was on home service.

Qu Xiping only stayed in there for a while before the three White Russian mercenaries were sent back to their hometown. A faint smell of blood wafted in the air, and they disappeared without a trace when the cold wind blew, as if they had never been there.

Then they moved towards the camp wall, and Qu Xiping, with the cooperation of the other two team members, swiftly climbed over the wall and entered;

A few minutes later, the gate of the camp opened silently, and there were also two sentries lying in the darkness. They were also killed by Qu Xiping with a dagger while they were sleeping.

After dealing with all the sentries, Qu Xiping used his flashlight to send a signal to Yue Qianli and others who were waiting outside the camp;

Soon, teams of "Marine Corps" soldiers sneaked into the White Russian camp. Strangely, they brought several corpses with them. A killing spree under the cover of darkness began, and blood filled the entire camp.

Fortunately, Yue Qianli was still polite and only killed some night duty personnel. He did not kill the more than 100 White Russian mercenaries who were sleeping in the barracks. This was considered to be giving the British some face. He had paid for these people, so it would be okay to kill them all.

Just as Xie Jinyuan was about to go to bed, a few "black dogs" broke into the dormitory. He wanted to resist reflexively, but he heard the officer leading the team shout in Chinese:
"Don't make a sound, we're one of us! I'm Yue Qianli from the 527th Regiment."

Only then did Xie Jinyuan realize that the person in front of him looked familiar. Although they had not had much interaction before, he still had some impression of Yue Qianli, thanks to Yue Qianli's fame in 88th Master.

"Are you really Captain Yue?"

Xie Jinyuan asked in surprise, their weapons had been confiscated by the British, and now they were being watched by a group of White Russians, which was no different from being in prison, so they were very eager to regain their freedom.

The military situation was urgent, so Yue Qianli said directly:

“Thank you, Deputy Captain. I will explain to you after we get out. I am here to save you.
Time is urgent, go gather your people quickly, and remember not to make any noise."

After hearing this, Xie Jinyuan was delighted, and then he cooperated with Yue Qianli to gather the troops. As a mid-level officer of the German-equipped division, he still had some tactical qualities. After the first battalion was detained, Xie Jinyuan organized a flag-raising ceremony every day, and did not stop the daily training, always ready to go to the battlefield again, so their management was very strict;

The nighttime assembly took only a few minutes, and under the organization of officers and non-commissioned officers at all levels, the troops had already been lined up.

"Captain Yue, all the personnel have arrived. The number of people who should be here is 397, and the number of people who are actually here is 397."

Xie Jinyuan briefly reported to Yue Qianli, who told them to run away in two columns following the 527th Regiment.

The reconnaissance company commander led a squad to cover the rear, while Yue Qianli and Xie Jinyuan walked in front. When they were crouching and leaving, they were photographed by a British reporter.
Because it was too dark, we couldn't clearly capture the attacker's face, but his Marine uniform gave away their identity, and the weapons they used were Japanese weapons, so the evidence was solid.

Yue Qianli and his companions disappeared into the night after leaving the White Russian camp. Then they heard a shrill whistle. The "alert" British finally discovered something was wrong, and gunshots rang out.
The White Russian mercenaries ultimately failed to capture the kidnapped Xie Jinyuan and others, but only killed several attackers who were wearing Japanese Marine Corps uniforms.

The concession authorities immediately questioned the Japanese consul in Shanghai, but the Japanese naturally denied the crime. The British had long been on guard against this, and they presented all the witnesses and material evidence.

The Japanese still denied it and said it was a frame-up. The British then stripped the pants of several corpses in front of many Western reporters, revealing the distinctive loincloths and small toothpicks wrapped inside, leaving the Japanese consul speechless.

A loincloth can be faked, but the traces of the loincloth left on the skin cannot be faked. Moreover, there was a small toothpick. The Japanese consul said guiltily that it was the Chinese who framed him, but he refused to admit it.

Western journalists saw that the Japanese had bullied them, so they started to criticize them, and for a time the Japanese reputation was ruined.

Major newspapers in China accused the Japanese of killing Xie Jinyuan and the isolated army. Massive demonstrations broke out in major cities, and enthusiasm for the war of resistance rose again.

On the one hand, the Japanese refused to admit it, but on the other hand, they tried to keep the matter quiet, privately compensated the British with a lot of benefits, and solemnly promised to respect the interests of all countries in China and never send troops to the concessions;

After eating the plaintiff and then the defendant, the concession pushed the hot potato of the "isolated army camp" away, and forced the Japanese to promise not to send troops into the public concession. It can be said that it made a lot of money, and the price it paid was nothing more than a dozen White Russian mercenaries.

After reaping the benefits, this group of sanctimonious "gentlemen" kept quiet and put the blame on the Japanese, while they continued to live a life of luxury in the concession.

Custer earned $30 in benefits, and his mouth was so happy that it split to the back of his head. He liked Yue Qianli more and more, and worshipped him as the God of Wealth;

He took the initiative to coordinate hospital treatment for the wounded sent from the Chinese territory and even paid some money out of his own pocket. This was simply unimaginable for the Americans.

When Yue Qianli returned to Zhabei, reports of the great victory in southern Shanghai were everywhere. The "timely relief" of crippling the 9th Division and annihilating thousands of enemies made the National Government extremely excited.

The Organization Department's propaganda machine was running at full capacity, harvesting a wave of public opinion, successfully eliminating the negative impact caused by the Songhu defeat and achieving a soft landing.

(End of this chapter)