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Chapter 130 Commander, you don't want to be a sucker, do you?

Shanghai, Maigen Road Railway Station.

In July, the Shanghai Stock Exchange is like a red-hot iron block just pulled out of a furnace, so hot and humid that it's hard to breathe.

The air was stagnant and heavy, with a strong smell of rust rising from the railway tracks in the middle of Maigen Road Railway Station.

A faint, sweet, rotten smell emanated from the platform.

That was the smell of a wound festering in the sweltering heat.

The stench of decay, wafting through the nostrils, was nauseating.

The black awning cast a large shadow, and countless shards of broken glass were scattered on the station platform, reflecting a blinding glint of light under the scorching midday sun.

A long line of boxcars lay quietly on the main track.

The dark green paint on the carriage looked greasy and dull under the high temperature, and the white lettering on the side that read "Seventh Fleet Military Supplies Special Transport" was mottled and blurred, like a crawling slug.

Navy Lieutenant Commander Hideki Shirakawa stood quietly in the shadows near the front of the car.

He wore a crisp white summer officer's uniform, impeccably tailored, with gleaming gold anchor-shaped cufflinks.

His right hand rested lightly on the hilt of his Type 94 military knife at his waist, his fingertips tapping lightly on the cold sharkskin-covered hilt.

His cold, hard gaze swept over the group of ragged soldiers a few steps away, who reeked of sweat and blood.

Behind him, the Marines, all dressed in sailor uniforms and helmets, formed a silent blue wall of men in the shadow of the cramped freight car.

A dozen or so Type 38 rifles and two Type 96 light machine guns, their dark muzzles pressed low, pointed directly forward.

"Captain Yoshino," Shirakawa's voice was not loud, but very forceful: "An order is an order."

"The supplies in these three carriages were specially transferred by His Excellency Yamaki of the Fleet Command."

"Not a single sulfanilamide can be used without the order of the fleet commander."

Standing opposite him was Captain Masao Yoshino of the 106th Division of the Army.

His military uniform was covered in mud and dark brown stains, his left arm was in a dirty sling, and his face was a mixture of sweat and grease.

Behind him were dozens of soldiers who could barely stand, while many more lay on dirty straw mats temporarily laid out under the awning, their painful groans and suppressed coughs rising and falling, merging into a low groan of despair.

The wounds emitted an even stronger stench under the high temperature. Several soldiers, rifles pointed at the opposing navy, their fingers trembling slightly on the triggers, not from fear, but from an uncontrollable rage.

"Special deployment?" Yoshino's voice was hoarse and cracked, like sandpaper rubbing against pig iron. "Lieutenant Colonel Shirakawa! Look at my men!"

He abruptly turned to the side, his arm shaking violently with excitement, pointing to the hellish scene behind him.

"Wasn't the blood they shed in Jiujiang enough?"

"Their wounds are festering! Infested with maggots! They're delirious with high fever! Sulfonamides! We need sulfonamides to save their lives!"

"Yoshimura-kun, Yoshimura-kun, what's wrong with you?" Just as the two were facing off, a young soldier lying on a straw mat behind Yoshino suddenly began to convulse violently, making inhuman hoarse sounds from his throat, and the pus seeping from under his bandages was yellowish-green.

A scruffy old soldier next to him tried in vain to cover his hand with his own, and the blood and pus immediately stained his palm black.

The veteran raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Shirakawa, his gaze like a poisoned knife.

Hideki Shirakawa's lips twitched down very slightly, his expression somewhat disdainful, as if he had seen something unclean.

The fingertips of the snow-white gloves stopped tapping and pressed firmly on the handle of the knife.

"The army's difficulties are resolved by the army's logistics department, and the General Staff has a comprehensive consideration of the allocation of supplies."

"Captain Yoshino, your duty is to discipline your subordinates, not to incite a mutiny and disrupt friendly supply lines!"

After speaking, he paused, then arrogantly raised his chin, his gaze passing over Yoshino's head as if looking at a pile of insignificant obstacles.

"Immediately, take your men and leave the cordon. This is the last warning."

"Retreat?" Yoshino seemed to have heard the most absurd joke, his cracked lips twisting into a ferocious arc. "Retreat to where? To watch them rot and die in this godforsaken place?"

He took a sudden step forward, the shattered glass beneath his feet making a piercing cracking sound.

"Click! Click! Click!"

A series of cold, crisp, and scalp-splitting metallic clanging sounds suddenly rang out!
The army soldiers behind Yoshino, who were holding guns, instinctively pulled back their bolts, and the bullets were chambered instantly!
Almost at the same instant, the navy blue wall of men on the other side reacted with lightning speed!

The soldiers in the front row instantly lowered their center of gravity, the bayonets on the front of their rifles were swiftly lowered, and with a whoosh, the muzzles of their rifles suddenly rose, steadily pointing towards the army soldiers.

The gunners behind the two Type 96 machine guns pressed the butts of their guns firmly against their shoulders, adjusted the muzzles slightly, and locked onto Yoshino and the crowd behind him.

The air suddenly froze, and sweat trickled down the edges of their helmets, sliding down the soldiers' cheeks and dripping onto the concrete platform.

"Give me, give me the medicine, give me the medicine!" a shrill voice cried out.

The sound came from the area of ​​wounded soldiers behind Yoshino.

A soldier, whose lower body was almost entirely wrapped in dirty bandages, suddenly unleashed a terrifying strength from nowhere. He gripped the edge of the straw mat beneath him with both hands, dragging his blood-soaked, pus-filled limb as he frantically crawled forward.
Behind him, a glaring dark red wet trail was left on the scorching cement ground, exuding a strong smell of blood and decay.

"Danger! Stop him!" Yoshino's eyes widened in horror, and he instinctively wanted to rush over.

However, it was too late!
The soldier with the broken leg moved faster than anyone could imagine, with a kind of frenzied, final burst of energy.

"Give it to me, give it to me!" His bloodshot eyes, filled only with the pure will to survive, were fixed on the young naval soldier in front of him.

"Baka!" A sharp curse rang out from the naval ranks.

"boom!"

The naval soldier's gun fired...

The bullet, carrying a scorching heat, viciously pierced the chest of the soldier with the broken leg!
"Yoshimura-kun!" a veteran behind him exclaimed.
"Baka ya shi!" Yoshino Masao's roar was like the wail of a wounded beast.
In an instant, all reason, all restraint, and all military regulations were completely burned away by the scalding blood of his comrades!

He suddenly drew his Nambu Type 14 pistol from his waist, pointing it not at the sky, but directly at Hideki Shirakawa's cold face!
"beat!"

At the command, the soldiers' bullets flew towards the opposite side...

Gunshots at Maigen Road train station shattered the afternoon tranquility, and the dispatcher on the platform ran in panic into the dispatch room to call for help from headquarters.

Upon receiving the distress call, the Military Police Headquarters was the first to respond. Lieutenant Colonel Yasushi Yamada of the Public Security Battalion led a company of soldiers to the Maigen Road train station.

However, the battle came too quickly and too suddenly.

Moreover, on one side are well-equipped and agile Marines.

On the other side were wounded soldiers who had just been evacuated from the Jiujiang battlefield.

The difference in strength between the two sides is obvious.

By the time the military police arrived at the station, the wounded soldiers of the 106th Division had already been subdued by the Marines.

It shouldn't be called a uniform, it should be called being beaten into submission.

Yamada Yasuji looked at the shell casings scattered on the ground and the heavy casualties of the 106th Division soldiers, and sweat poured down his forehead.

This matter has escalated to a huge level, and he, as a lieutenant colonel, simply has no way to handle it.

Especially those people in the Navy Department, they killed so many people and they all acted like nothing happened.

Unfortunately, Yamada Yasuji didn't dare to provoke them at all. If things weren't handled properly, a second firefight would break out here immediately.

Those bastards in the Navy Logistics Department actually equipped the supply transport unit with two machine guns.
Who are they trying to guard against? Does anyone in Shanghai dare to steal naval equipment?
Yes, if there is one, it must be the army.
Shortly after the military police arrived at the train station, officials from the Southern Transportation Department, having heard of the riot, also arrived at the scene.

Everyone looked at the chaotic scene and didn't know what to do.

There was no other way but to take both parties back to the military police headquarters.

Shanghai, HK District, Shanghai Military Police Headquarters.

Otani Unshichi was completely bewildered by the report that Yamada Yasuji had submitted.

News of the shootout between a Marine Corps supply detachment and wounded soldiers from the 106th Division who were withdrawing from the Jiujiang battlefield at Maigen Road Railway Station quickly spread throughout Shanghai.

The Central China Expeditionary Army Command issued a notice requesting assistance in the investigation, demanding that the Military Police Command thoroughly investigate the matter and conduct a fair trial.

Trials? When did the Military Police Command get to conduct trials of this level, involving a conflict between the Navy and the Army?

Sure enough, the notice for assistance from the Central China Expeditionary Army Headquarters arrived, and the notice for assistance from the Navy followed shortly after.

Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, Lieutenant General Hasegawa Ao, demanded that the Military Police Command immediately release the members of the Marine Corps Logistics and Transportation Unit who were being held at the Military Police Command.

If anyone dares to obstruct us, the Navy will use force appropriately and as necessary.
The proper use of force is a complex subject.

After all, the Navy has its own rules for what it considers reasonable. As long as they think it's permissible, naval vessels docked around Shanghai can aim their guns at the gates of the Military Police Headquarters.

After all, back then, they dared to sail their fleet into Tokyo Bay and point their cannons at the Imperial Palace.

A small military police headquarters, they can attack it whenever they want, and they have to be polite to you.

"Yamada-kun, this report of yours." Otani Unshichi held Yamada Yasuji's report as if it were a hot potato.

"Commander, after a detailed inquiry into the personnel on both the land and sea sides, the general outline of the matter has been determined."

Yasuji Yamada said in a deep voice, "These soldiers were wounded by the Blue Camp's 70th Army in the recent battle at Mazu Mountain."

"Because of the hot weather and the lack of medicine in the army, they were sent to the rear for treatment."

"They had just arrived in Shanghai when they discovered that Lieutenant Commander Shirakawa of the Navy was directing a transport team to deliver medicine to the battlefield."

"The two sides failed to reach an agreement on the ownership of the medicine. A wounded soldier went to get the medicine, and in the process of panic, the naval soldier accidentally discharged his gun, which led to this tragedy."

"Based on the current inquiries, I still think it is more appropriate to characterize it as manslaughter than as premeditated attack."

Accidental killing? Otani Yunqi's brows furrowed slightly, and the smile on his face had an extremely bitter taste.

He might believe that reason, but would the Navy and Army believe it?

"Alright, you can go now. Remember to calm these people down and make sure they don't cause any more trouble," Otani Yunqi carefully instructed.

"Hello." Yamada Yasuji bowed slightly, then turned and left the office.

"This is fucking crazy, what a terrible thing to do, running into this mess of things." Otani Yunqi looked at the report in his hand, looking like he had lost his father.

The conflict between the Navy and the Army is a deep-seated hatred.

Don't underestimate the difference between a lieutenant colonel and a captain, both mid- to low-ranking officers; if not handled properly, it could easily escalate into a large-scale brawl between the two sides.

The Military Police Command is backed by the Army Department, but it must take into account the Navy's attitude when making any decisions.

If not handled properly, even the smallest problem can be magnified infinitely, and that's the most troublesome part.

Knock, knock, knock. A knock sounded on the door, and Logistics Manager Shingo Suzuhara pushed the door open and said, "Otani-kun, I heard you've run into some trouble?"

"Suzuhara-kun, you've come here to laugh at me, haven't you?" Otani Yunqi said irritably.

Suzuhara Shingo laughed heartily: "I didn't come here to laugh at you, but to give you advice."

"Does Suzuhara-kun have a way to solve this problem?" Otani Unshichi immediately perked up.

Shingo Suzuhara laughed and said, "I don't have any great ideas, but I have plenty of bad ones. Otani-kun, you're good at everything, except you don't know how to be flexible."

"As the Chinese often say, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

"Why do you have to take on this trouble yourself?"

Otani Yunqi frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What does Suzuhara-kun mean?"

Shingo Suzuhara chuckled, "Otani-kun, this happened at the train station, and it was caused by transporting medicine."

"This kind of thing should definitely be handled by the transportation department; it's their fault for not arranging the transportation route properly."

"Why don't you just pass the case on to Minister Oshima of the Southern Transportation Department and let him have a headache?"

"These days, it's not easy to find a capable assistant, but it's not hard to find a scapegoat."

"Commander, you don't want to be the one to suffer this loss, do you?"

(End of this chapter)