Now it is three o'clock in the afternoon on November 2, 1937:

Lin Fan and his men swaggered through the city that had been bombed into ruins.

This area was originally a prosperous downtown area, but now it has all turned into ruins.

Even when Lin Fan and his men walked on the main road, they didn't encounter many people.

Even those people they did see were clearly ordinary civilians. When they saw this transport team, a look of resentment appeared in their eyes, but they didn't dare to look too much. They glared at them and immediately turned around to hide behind the ruins.

The Special Operations Company, from top to bottom, was dressed in the uniform of the Japanese transport unit. Even the mules and horses were seized from the Japanese. The degree of realism was such that ordinary people really couldn't tell the difference.

Lin Fan guessed that these ordinary people's homes should be nearby. In the past two days, the flames of war had subsided a little, not as intense as before. These ordinary people began to run back from the shelters in the concession to see what was left of their homes, or to salvage something from the ruins.

At this time, of course, it was first come, first served. No one stipulated that in the ruins, you could only salvage from your own area!

Lieutenant Katō Tarō had been in a very bad mood recently. As a member of the Shanghai Marine Corps, he had always been proud of himself in this unit. He had always been adding bricks and tiles to the construction of this unit. Until the battle a few days ago, everything changed.

Since then, their elite troops, who had been fighting on the front lines, were transferred back to patrol the city, set up checkpoints to inspect pedestrians and vehicles, and so on. The Shanghai Marine Corps had done this kind of thing before. At that time, they casually set up a post on the street, and the people stood in front of the checkpoint. Which of the Japanese expatriates and soldiers didn't behave themselves? Even those officers with slightly higher ranks than himself didn't dare to cause trouble in front of him.

Everyone's expression when they saw them was respectful and worshipful! Now everything had changed. The expatriates and their children, who these people were doing their best to protect, were passing by here at the checkpoint. The eyes looking at this team were full of contempt. Some children even spat at the checkpoint, and some urinated in front of the sentries.

Lieutenant Katō Tarō and the others could only silently endure such insults. Who told them to have lost all the face of the entire empire when they attacked the Sihang Warehouse? Even the people and soldiers of the empire couldn't hold their heads up.

Now, a transport team was coming in front of them. This team looked very mysterious. They were all mule and horse teams, and each mule and horse was loaded high, covered with camouflage. The soldiers of this team walked with their noses in the air, as if they were the best in the world.

Lieutenant Katō looked at this team, and a look of envy had been on his face ever since they appeared until they walked in front of the checkpoint. Once upon a time, all the soldiers in the Shanghai Marine Corps were like this, with this kind of expression!

Lieutenant Katō looked at the officer walking in front of this team. He was also a junior officer, just like himself. The junior officer's eyes were sharp and dismissive of everything, which made the anger in Lieutenant Katō's heart rise at once.

"Stop! Which unit are you from? Accept the inspection!" Lieutenant Katō just wanted to teach this dismissive guy a lesson.

Lin Fan looked at the officer in front of him, his expression tired, his eyes full of red threads. There was still a trace of arrogance in his voice. Lin Fan took out the information he had searched from the dead Japanese soldier in Zhenru Town. He only showed the seal below and immediately took it back.

Lieutenant Katō Tarō only saw the seal and didn't see all the contents clearly before the person in front of him took it away. The anger in his heart was already burning: a small transport team dared to bully him! He rushed forward and forcefully lifted the camouflage covering the mule and horse's back.

A skull and two bones were clearly drawn on the exposed box. Lieutenant Katō Tarō immediately understood what this team was transporting. He quickly put the camouflage back on in a panic.

The soldiers of the Special Operations Company had all their hands on their guns, ready to fire at any time. These soldiers couldn't help but be nervous. They knew that they were disguised. Had they been seen through by the Japanese? Would they start firing immediately? Everyone was waiting for Lin Fan to give the signal!

Lin Fan turned around, faced Katō Tarō, stretched out his hand, and "smack! smack!" two loud slaps. "Bastard!" Lin Fan shouted loudly. The loud slapping sound echoed here. The soldiers of the Special Operations Company became even more nervous.

"If I were slapped like this, I would beat him to death!" Liu Lao Pao thought. Feng Junya had the same idea. It wasn't just one person who had this idea. Many soldiers in the Special Operations Company thought so. Therefore, the guns in their hands were already aimed at all the Japanese at this checkpoint.

"Hai!" The unexpected two slaps immediately sobered Katō Tarō. Stand up straight, stand at attention, and shout loudly. You have to stand straight when you are beaten, and your attitude must be correct! One slap, one "Hai!"

The soldiers of the Special Operations Company had just seen the Japanese officer at this checkpoint lift the camouflage on the mule and horse's back. They all thought that their disguise had been exposed, and they were all preparing for battle immediately. What all the soldiers didn't expect was that the company commander walked up and slapped him without saying a word.

The soldiers of the Special Operations Company thought that the next thing would be a close-quarters battle. What happened next shocked them. The slaps were very effective. After the first two slaps landed, the arrogance of the officer who had looked so arrogant just now suddenly subsided.

He quickly stood back the body that had been staggered by the company commander, and put his face in front of the company commander's slap again, so that the company commander could slap him more smoothly, and he responded one after another: "Hai! Hai!"

The soldiers under Lieutenant Katō's command, like the leading officer, were also dismissive of everything. After Lin Fan slapped them a few times, their arrogance seemed to have been slapped down one by one. After a dozen consecutive slaps, the Japanese at this checkpoint didn't even dare to look the soldiers of the Special Operations Company in the eyes.

Lieutenant Katō Tarō personally witnessed the changes in his soldiers. He also saw that the transport soldiers on the opposite side all looked like they were going to shoot if they didn't agree with each other. His heart was full of bitterness: A general is incompetent, and the three armies are exhausted. Commander Tsuchishio Takuma had ruined the entire Shanghai Marine Corps.

He waited until the officer in front of him was tired of hitting him before he dared to turn around and direct his soldiers to lower their heads and remove the roadblocks. His soldiers only dared to look at the ground, for fear that a look would be considered disrespectful by these arrogant transport soldiers, and they would be beaten again.

Lieutenant Katō bent over, smiled obsequiously, and invited the team to pass. Lin Fan shook his hand, as if something dirty was on his hand. This made Lieutenant Katō Tarō, who hadn't dared to stand up straight, stiffen at once. Too insulting!

Back then, these people also shed blood and sweat for the empire and fought hard battles. Two months ago, we held on to the yarn factory alone for half a month, resisting the successive attacks of two divisions of the National Army with more than 20,000 people, winning time and dignity for the subsequent attack of the empire's troops.

Watching the arrogant logistics supply team turn the corner, Lieutenant Katō Tarō stood up straight. However, in the eyes of his soldiers, his figure had always been slightly bent.

Ji Wudi looked at Lin Fan scolding the Japanese officer at the checkpoint. Like the other soldiers, his eyes were full of admiration and even a kind of infatuation. This company commander not only knew a lot, but also had many ways to deal with things.

Later, they passed another checkpoint. The attitude of the Japanese at this checkpoint was obviously very different. When they faced ordinary people, they were dismissive of everything. When they saw the Special Operations Company's transport team arrive, they had already cleared the roadblocks from more than twenty meters away. The officer guarding here also went up a few steps to accompany Lin Fan through this section.

This officer was already short, and he deliberately collapsed his waist, looking even more humble. Facing such a sensible person, even if Lin Fan wanted to reward him with a few slaps, he couldn't find a chance to do so.

In the evening, Lin Fan led the soldiers of the Special Operations Company on the road to the airport. According to Li Xian's instructions, they were now less than three kilometers away from the racecourse. The airport was almost here.

Lin Fan looked at the houses nearby, with occasional ruins. Unlike the situation he saw on the north bank of the Suzhou River, the destruction here was much smaller. But: It was equally deserted. No one!

Lin Fan didn't lead the soldiers of the Special Operations Company to continue moving forward. He saw a big yard with a courtyard wall in front of him, with the door tightly closed. He gave a signal. Feng Junya immediately led a few soldiers from the direct subordinate team to rush up, climbed over the courtyard wall, and opened the yard door.

After all the more than one hundred people of the Special Operations Company entered, they closed the intact yard door again. Everyone in the Special Operations Company immediately began to search the entire yard. Lin Fan also carefully looked at the layout of this yard. He said while leaning against the west wall, "The Third Platoon will guard this position. If we are exposed, immediately crash through this wall, and the entire company will retreat from this position."

Calculate the retreat before calculating the victory! Lin Fan arranged the sentries of the Special Operations Company at both ends of this street before he went out to scout the situation with peace of mind.

At this time, the setting sun in the sky was struggling, wanting to get off work a little earlier. It tried its best to sprinkle the last bit of sunshine of the day on this city. Lin Fan tried hard to check the surrounding situation in this ray of sunshine.

The appearance here now was not much different from the photos that Li Xian brought back in the afternoon. Lin Fan had even obtained the positions where two photos were taken. From here, he could clearly see the temporary airport converted from the racecourse not far away.

This airport was much smaller than Hongqiao Airport. There were only two runways, and there were not many planes parked at the airport, only thirty-three. This was a good number, just corresponding to the Thirty-Three Heavens, indicating that they would all go to the Thirty-Three Heavens tonight.

Lin Fan had this feeling, so of course he had this certainty. He walked easily in this quiet and deserted area with a smile on his face. This time, the preparations were much more adequate than the last time he attacked Hongqiao Airport.

Last time, Lin Fan didn't go to the field to investigate at all before firing the cannons. This time, at least he went to the field to conduct a preliminary investigation! Thirteen oil tankers were parked next to this temporary airport. This kind of temporary battlefield airport couldn't possibly have an oil depot, so they could only use this method to solve the problem of fuel replenishment.

Another direction was full of oil drums, and these would be his targets. Lin Fan did not hesitate. What he was thinking about now was how long it would take to attack here later. So far, Lin Fan had not found the anti-aircraft artillery positions guarding this airport. This was not a good thing! Generally speaking, airports with anti-aircraft artillery were as indispensable as good wine with peanuts.

Lin Fan decided to scout around this racecourse for a while longer. Anyway, he was idle at this time, and it was not yet time to enter the position. Lin Fan had found at least three places that could be used as artillery positions. As for the Japanese guarding this airport, Lin Fan also had a general understanding.

There were really not many Japanese guarding here. Less than a company of Japanese was exposed. Lin Fan thought that this place was close to the Huangpu River, and the Japanese warships were not far away, so he could understand. If someone wanted to attack the Japanese airport here, the planes on the warships could drop bombs on their heads in ten minutes.

With the guidance of the planes, the naval guns would also smash down synchronously. The time for the nearby Japanese to reinforce would not exceed thirty minutes. After walking around the entire airport, Lin Fan finally found the Japanese anti-aircraft artillery positions protecting this airport. This position was actually on the riverside! It was directly protected by the Japanese warships on the Huangpu River.

Lin Fan could imagine how direct and rapid the attack from the river would be if the Japanese artillery position was attacked. Lin Fan was already thinking: How should this wave be fought tonight? It was no longer realistic to want to replicate the battle of Hongqiao Airport. This was actually the heart of the Japanese area, protected by warships.

No wonder the National Army could tolerate the Japanese airport being within their reach. The National Army also had no way to deal with this temporary airport, and only secretly fired two cannons at it. The strategy of firing a cannon and running away was completely correct. If they persisted for a long time, they would have to accept the baptism of the Japanese aircraft carrier fleet's artillery fire.

Unfortunately, the National Army didn't have a sharpshooter like Lin Fan, and the effect of the sneak attack was at most just to vent their anger and couldn't achieve strategic goals. Back in the big family of the Special Operations Company, some soldiers were wiping their weapons, some were exercising, and some were practicing aiming with their guns.

This made Lin Fan very happy. The soldiers could consciously maintain their weapons, exercise, and learn skills. The efficiency of conscious learning was the best. The pre-war ten-person meeting was held again. Lin Fan felt that he would make the final decision, and the pre-war meeting would be attended by ten people, which was not a problem at all.

Everyone knew their position and goal and could make the most correct response quickly and well. Lin Fan explained the situation around the airport on the ground. He also pointed out all the Japanese layouts he had scouted. This battle tonight would be easier to attack, but it would be very difficult to retreat.

If he couldn't find a good retreat route, Lin Fan would not rashly launch an attack. Now Lin Fan was thinking about the retreat route, and the platoon leaders were thinking about the attack route. They had a comfortable time in Hongqiao Airport last time, and this time they wanted to replicate it.

At this time, Lin Fan understood: Fight the Japanese! These soldiers under his command were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. In their own words: When fighting the Japanese, just kill, don't bury!

He first confirmed the retreat route with Li Xian, which was still to go back along the road they had come from today. The reason was that the road they had walked was easier to walk, and the morale of the Japanese at the two checkpoints was not high. If they couldn't fool them, it would be much easier to force their way through.

With the retreat route determined, the attack was very easy. When Lin Fan was scouting, he had already discovered that the Japanese artillery positions did not have howitzers or mountain guns. The entire artillery position was full of anti-aircraft guns. It seemed that these Japanese had already considered when setting up the positions: Their airport was so close to the warships, and in case of a real situation, the naval guns would teach the attacking team how to behave in minutes.

Lin Fan still planned to include the non-threatening artillery positions in the attack target. There was only one reason: Lin Fan didn't want to be exposed by the lighting bombs in the sky when he was fighting at his best. Besides, that artillery position was just a matter of a few shells.

The thirty-three planes at the airport, the thirteen tankers next to it, and the oil drums piled up in the other direction were the primary targets tonight. The second target was the Japanese guarding the airport. Whether Lin Fan was willing or not, as long as his artillery positions opened fire, the Japanese search troops would definitely set out. If he didn't take down the Japanese guarding the airport, they would come to his door.

Li Xian, on behalf of the soldiers of the entire Special Operations Company, was very willing to accept this mission. This time, Lin Fan didn't let Li Xian be responsible. Li Xian's mission was to take two platoons of soldiers and some mules and horses back before the battle to scout the way for the Special Operations Company's retreat later.

It was very difficult to arrange these two platoons of soldiers. None of the soldiers in the entire Special Operations Company didn't want to be in the front line. Personally killing the Japanese was such a glorious thing! Fortunately, Lin Fan was very democratic.

He directly made seven small sticks of different lengths, held them in his hand, and let the eight platoon leaders draw them. The platoon leaders who drew the two shortest sticks would go to scout the way with Li Xian. This time, Liu Lao Pao and Zhen Dansiao drew them.

It was decided so happily: The Second Platoon and the Fifth Platoon, under the leadership of Li Xian, would leave first and wait at the nearest checkpoint. If they really encountered a situation, they would also be responsible for breaking into the stronghold to meet the team. This time, Lin Fan gave four mortars, leaving only thirty shells for each.

These were all ordinary shells. He had originally wanted to use the poison gas shells here, but he finally decided to leave them for the time being. Because this place was by the river, he was afraid that the north wind would blow the poison gas in his direction when he used it. Lin Fan wouldn't do anything that would lift a stone and smash his own foot!