Spy Wars: Get the Predator equipment at the beginning

Chapter 952 Sky-High Explosion

Previously, while drinking with the other three Japanese officers, Zhang Yunhe had subtly inquired about the headquarters and the situation of the Lieutenant Colonel Takeda he was impersonating.

Lieutenant Colonel Takeda was one of the heads of logistics at the headquarters, but he was not the head but the deputy. So while everyone else at the headquarters was busy, he was relatively free.

"Takeda-kun, what brings you here?" A major asked as Takeda arrived at the headquarters staff office.

Zhang Yunhe said, "I have something to report to Commander Sawada. Please go and inform him."

The major said hesitantly, "Sawada-kun, this might not work."

"Why? This matter is urgent, I must see Commander Sawada!" Zhang Yunhe said anxiously.

Seeing this, the major had no choice but to say in a low voice, "The Commander-in-Chief is not at headquarters. He took his guards to the 61st Division this afternoon to inspect the implementation of the operational plan. What do you want to see the Commander-in-Chief?"

Zhang Yunhe looked around mysteriously, then pulled the major aside and whispered incoherently, "There are some logistical problems. The combat supplies originally intended for this campaign may not be able to be delivered within the stipulated time due to transportation capacity issues."

"What? This won't do! This campaign involves hundreds of thousands of troops; logistical support absolutely cannot be compromised! What exactly happened?"

“I’m not entirely clear on the specifics either. I’m still in contact with people back home, so I must report this to His Excellency the Commander! By the way, when will His Excellency the Commander be able to return?” Zhang Yunhe asked.

"The earliest we can get back is tomorrow night, and it might be several days later!" the major said.

Zhang Yunhe immediately said anxiously, "A few days later? That won't do. In a few days, the supply might be cut off. We need to find a way to inform the Commander quickly. If something goes wrong, it's not a responsibility that you or I can bear!"

The major thought it made sense. This matter had to be reported to Sawada in time. Otherwise, if the failure to report it in time led to a failure in logistics and a loss of combat, he would be in big trouble when the matter was investigated.

He immediately said to Zhang Yunhe, "When the commander left, he had his entourage take a radio with them, instructing me to send a telegram in case of emergency. Mr. Takeda, please wait a moment, I will go to the communications department and have them send a telegram to His Excellency the Commander."

Zhang Yunhe quickly said, "I'll go with you!"

On the way to the headquarters of the Japanese 61st Division, a convoy was traveling on a dirt road. As the convoy passed, plumes of dust rose into the sky.

Inside a truck bed, the telegraph operator was chatting with his colleagues.

The radio signal indicator light suddenly turned from green to red and began flashing incessantly. The telegraph operator's smile vanished, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette, put on his headphones, picked up a pen, and began writing on a blank sheet of paper.

After the telegram was received, the telegraph operator quickly handed the white paper containing the numerical combination of the message to the coder: "Quickly translate it, it's from headquarters!"

The cipherman took the paper, took out his codebook, and began translating the combinations of numbers on the paper.

Not long after, the telegram was translated.

"Urgent top-secret telegram, send it to His Excellency the Commander immediately!"

The truck stopped, and the translated telegram was passed to a second lieutenant in a sidecar motorcycle behind it.

The second lieutenant immediately ordered the tricycle driver to speed up and catch up with Commander Sawada's vehicle.

The driver accelerated and soon overtook Sawada's car. The lieutenant delivering the telegram repeatedly gestured to the car to pull over.

Upon seeing this, the adjutant in the passenger seat turned to Sawada in the back seat and reported, "Commander, an urgent top-secret telegram has arrived from the General Staff Headquarters."

Sawada opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness in them, and said, "Stop the car!"

"Hayi!"

As Sawada's car stopped, all the cars and trucks behind him stopped in turn, and the sidecars and cars that had been leading the way also stopped after they saw that everyone behind them had stopped.

The Japanese lieutenant who delivered the telegram got off his tricycle and quickly ran to Sawada's car. After the door opened, he handed the telegram inside: "Commander, an urgent telegram from the General Staff!"

Sawada took the telegram, and his expression changed drastically when he saw its contents. He then slowly closed his eyes and began to think and weigh the options.

The adjutant, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned his head and saw Sawada's expression, and couldn't help but ask, "Commander, what happened?"

Sawada remained silent and did not open his eyes. After half a minute, he opened his eyes and made a decision: "The logistics department has given us a problem. Order the convoy to turn around and return to Lin'an overnight!"

"Huh? How could this be?" the adjutant exclaimed in astonishment.

"Baka! How should I know why this is happening? This battle is at a critical juncture. If we can't get supplies, everything we've done this past year will have been for nothing. Hurry up and relay the order to the convoy to turn around and return to Lin'an tonight!" Zetian roared.

"Hai!" The adjutant, startled, agreed and quickly got out of the car to call over the Japanese lieutenant in charge of communications, who then relayed Sawada's orders.

The Japanese lieutenant immediately ran to the sidecar motorcycle and ordered the driver to drive it along the way to relay orders to the other vehicles.

"The commander has given the order to turn around on the spot and return to Lin'an overnight!"

The Japanese major, sitting in the sidecar of a sidecar tricycle, shouted orders as he relayed them to every vehicle.

After receiving orders, the convoy had no choice but to turn back and return along the original route.

Inside the headquarters of the Japanese 13th Army in Lin'an, Zhang Yunhe and a major from the staff office left the communications department together. However, as he left, he secretly left a bomb under a table.

After leaving the headquarters building, Zhang Yunhe changed into his Ironblood gear in a secluded spot, entered stealth mode, and then slowly circled the building.

After completing the tour, he had already planted more than a dozen bombs in concealed locations on the load-bearing columns and walls of the office building.

After leaving the headquarters, he stood in the shadow of the wall and took out a homemade remote control from his pocket.

The German army has developed radio-controlled bomb trucks to attack tanks, bunkers and machine gun positions on the battlefield. The radio remote control made by Zhang Yunhe is also made with existing materials. The technology is not very advanced, but it is the best at present.

He pressed the button, the indicator light on the remote control flashed briefly, and then a series of loud explosions came from inside the command post. Flames shot into the sky, as if the earth was shaking, and countless shards of glass, gravel, and brick fragments were sent flying over the wall with the powerful blast waves.

Then came another loud "boom," and the building collapsed, sending a cloud of dust soaring into the sky.