Chapter 63: Eastern Concession? Kill!

Looking at the steel torrent before him, Lin Yu's excitement finally settled a bit. He began to think seriously about the next plan.

"Blood‑sweep the Eastern Concession, annihilate a division..." Lin Yu thought, "With this armored division, it's essentially a dimensional‑reduction strike."

In this era, even the Eastern's most elite division only just catches up to the equipment level of the late World War I.

Yet the armored division before him is top‑tier equipment from more than twenty years later.

Just the fourteen Tiger King Tanks alone can tear the Foreigners' tank formations to pieces.

Not to mention the hundreds of heavy guns and self‑propelled artillery; a simultaneous volley can turn the entire concession into ruins.

"But..." Lin Yu restrained his excitement, "This unit cannot be exposed yet. We must wait for the right moment..."

Deep within the storage base, Lin Yu stood beside a Tiger King Tank, his fingers lightly tapping the cold armor.

"Foreigners..." a cold glint flashed in his eyes, "They love to play the whole samurai code."

The plan is simple. First, blood‑sweep the expatriate district of the Eastern Concession; the news of heavy Eastern casualties will reach the Ko No Division, and with their temperament they certainly won't sit still.

Then they will definitely gather forces and launch an attack on Shen City.

"Come on..." Lin Yu's mouth curled into a cold smile, "Let you taste the power of this armored division."

Just the fourteen Tiger King Tanks before him can tear the Ko No Division's tank formation to pieces. Not to mention the hundreds of heavy guns and self‑propelled artillery.

As for Qin Dong Zhi?

Lin Yu turned his head toward Shen City, a hint of contempt in his eyes. That self‑righteous Defense Army Commander was still smug about his thirty‑thousand troops. Two mixed brigades plus a security division—does he really think he can rule Shen City?

"Colonel Shiteyin." Lin Yu turned to the German officer beside him.

"Jawohl!"

"Prepare the troops, but remember, without my order, no one may act rashly."

"Yes!"

Lin Yu stroked the Tiger King Tank's barrel again, his gaze gradually deepening.

Half an hour later, Lin Yu stood at the desk, his fingers lightly tapping the surface.

"Commander Yang."

"At once!" Yang Yongkang immediately straightened his posture. This veteran officer of the first Huangpu cohort still bore the distinctive military bearing.

"For this operation, the Security Brigade will take the 1st and 2nd battalions." Lin Yu ordered directly, "At midnight tonight, blood‑sweep the Eastern Concession for me."

"Remember, kill only the Foreigners; do not touch the other concession residents."

"Understood!" Yang Yongkang's eyes flashed, "Commander, rest assured; this time I will have battalion commanders Li Mingyuan and Zhao Guohua lead the units."

"The spy squad will follow you, ready to respond at any time," Lin Yu added.

"Yes!"

"Leave the 3rd battalion to guard the base." Lin Yu continued, "Prepare the infirmary; this time there will definitely be blood."

"Understood!" Yang Yongkang stood at attention, saluted, and turned away with long strides.

Lin Yu walked to the window, gazing toward the Eastern Concession, his eyes gradually turning icy.

A few days ago the 1st Battalion helped him burn the consulate; tonight he'll let the Security Brigade blood‑sweep the concession...

Soon, the Ko No Division will be unable to sit still.

When that time comes...

He turned his head, glanced at the Tiger King Tank parked in the underground garage, and a cold smile curled his mouth.

The night was as black as ink, the Eastern Concession silent.

Yang Yongkang stood on a military truck, scanning the Security Brigade troops ready behind him. Battalion commander Li Mingyuan and battalion commander Zhao Guohua had deployed their units, already positioned. Spy squad leader Chen Hu also had his men hidden in the shadows.

"Brothers!" Yang Yongkang's voice was low and powerful, "Tonight, we will make these Eastern dwarfs understand that in Shen City, they're nothing!"

He raised three fingers, "Remember three points!"

"First, when you see a Foreigner, kill them without hesitation! Whether merchant or civilian, man or woman, send them all to hell!"

"Second, their shops and stores—loot! Take as much as you can! After looting, set them on fire! Make sure not a single cent escapes those damn dogs!"

"Third," Yang Yongkang's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "make these Eastern dwarfs see us as if they saw King Yama! Let them know the fate of crossing Fourth Bureau in Shen City!"

"Understood?"

"Understood!" Hundreds answered in unison, their voices low yet filled with murderous aura.

"Action!"

With Yang Yongkang's command, the Security Brigade surged into the Eastern Concession like a tide.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire erupted suddenly. A few patrolling Foreign police hadn't reacted before they were riddled like a sieve.

"Kill!"

Battalion commander Li Mingyuan led his troops, charging straight into the Eastern commercial district. Amid the rapid gunfire, shop windows along the street shattered.

"Help! Help!"

"Baka! It's a Chinaman!"

Cries of agony and curses rose and fell. Security Brigade soldiers stormed the shops; upon seeing a Foreigner they opened fire. Blood quickly stained the floor red.

Battalion commander Zhao Guohua led his men to slaughter the residential area. Spy squad leader Chen Hu and his men were tasked with cutting down any Foreigners trying to flee.

"Boom! Boom!"

Explosions rose and fell across the street. Security Brigade soldiers used Hand Grenades to blast open the doors of each shop.

"Loot! Loot for me!" Yang Yongkang ordered.

Soldiers rushed into the shops, sweeping away all valuables. Then they set the entire shop ablaze.

"Baka! You Chinamen!" a Eastern merchant shouted, brandishing a gun as he rushed out.

"Bang!" Yang Yongkang raised his hand, fired a shot, and blew the man's head apart.

Remember! In Shen City, you have to watch our faces!

Flames shot up into the sky, and wails rang continuously. The entire Eastern Concession fell into chaos. Those Easterners fled through the streets, but wherever they hid, death awaited them.

Ah! Don't kill me!

I surrender! I surrender!

Amaterasu, help!

The Security Corps soldiers turned a deaf ear; whenever they saw an Easterner they opened fire. Blood flowed across the streets, and corpses lay scattered in all directions.

That night, the Eastern Concession became a living hell. The Security Corps soldiers were like soul‑reapers, harvesting the lives of Easterners one by one.

"Dad, save me!" a Eastern girl screamed.

"Ha, when your father beat our Great Dry civilians to death at the pier, no one shouted for help!" the Security Corps soldier raised his gun, "A family must stay together; even in hell they should be united!"

Bang!

Flames rose into the sky over the streets. Shop after shop burned fiercely, thick smoke billowing. The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.

"Idiot! Let's fight them!" a group of Eastern youths charged out, brandishing hunting rifles.

"Ha! You lord it over Shen City every day, today you'll taste my power!" the machine‑gunner sneered and pulled the trigger.

Clack-clack-clack!

A dense hail of bullets swept over, and the arrogant Easterners were instantly reduced to a sieve.

An Eastern merchant knelt on the ground, begging for mercy: "I... I'll give money! Lots of money!"

"Money?" the soldier sneered, "You damn dogs, you normally skim the blood‑sweat money of Great Dry's people, now spit it all out for me!"

Bang!

On the commercial street, looting raged. Security Corps soldiers stormed into shop after shop, emptying all the wealth that Easterners had extracted from Great Dry's people over the years.

"Burn it for me!" a squad leader shouted, "Let these Eastern dwarfs see the result of their tyranny in Shen City!"

"Help! Help!"

"Run! Run!"

The wails rose and fell. But today, it was the Easterners' turn to taste oppression.

"Do you remember those poor strong men you killed at the pier last month?" a soldier shot a fleeing Easterner, "Today, I'll settle that blood debt for him!"

That night, the Eastern Concession became a battlefield of carnage. The Security Corps were like war gods wielding divine punishment, venting a torrent of evil for Great Dry's people!

When the sky turned the pale of a fish's belly, the entire concession was unrecognizable. Corpses of Easterners lay scattered across the streets, and the shops were either looted empty or burning fiercely.