Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 126 Japanese Mob

  Fang Lang, who was far away at the Natal Naval Base, was holding a phone and looking at the ten C46 transport planes parked neatly outside the window.

  The ground crews are changing the U.S. military logo on the fuselage to the Brazilian Navy logo.

   "Don't worry! I will definitely arrive in time! Remember when you arrive in Rio, you want to invite me to experience the enthusiasm of Rio girls."

   After speaking, he smiled and pressed the phone to start redialing.

   "Hello! Help me pick up General Dutra. I am Fang Lang, commander of the First Fleet of the Navy."

   "Okay, please wait a moment!"

   "Fang, this is Dutra."

   "Your Excellency, General, Fang Lang led five hundred Marines to report to you."

  Fang Lang's words were obviously taken aback by Dutra, because the last time he talked with Fang Lang, although everyone was in the same camp.

  However, there is no indication that they will lead troops to directly support it!

  Of course, General Dutra must be very satisfied with Fang Lang's statement.

  After pondering for a while, General Dutra asked:

"Where are you?"

  General Dutra's words made the corners of Fang Lang's mouth curl up, and his mind came to fruition.

   "Within four hours, my people can reach and control the Rio Airport, and guarantee that no plane will take off from the Rio Airport."

  Fang Lang's strength directly exceeded General Dutra's expectations, so there is nothing to say.

   Get up directly, stand in front of the map, look at it for a while and say:

   "At eight o'clock tonight, your men are in charge of occupying the airport and controlling the Voice of Rio radio station."

   I didn't expect that there would be two missions. It seems that General Dutra's manpower is not enough!

   But Fang Lang didn't care. With the combat power of his men, he controlled the airport and drove into the city. It shouldn't be too easy to control a radio station.

   "Understood, sir."

  At 7:30 on the night of October 29th, outside the Presidential Palace in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, the police were confronting people of Japanese descent.

  Rio de Janeiro police chief Lechner, who weighs more than two hundred and fifty catties, is answering the phone in a sentry box in front of the presidential palace, sweating profusely.

  From his panicked expression and the big beads of sweat on his face, we can see the seriousness of the matter on the phone at this time.

   Putting down the phone, he seemed to have lost his mind. He seemed to have completely forgotten the tense situation outside the presidential palace, and yelled directly at the subordinates outside:

   "Everyone, load the bullets and build the fortifications on the spot! Protect the presidential palace. The rebels are entering the city!"

  The police guarding outside had been confronting the armed Japanese outside for almost a whole day.

  Whether it is the policeman or the Japanese descendants, they are all highly nervous for a whole day.

  The policeman who heard the order moved without hesitation, the bolt was pulled, and the sound of the bullet being loaded came out, as if the fuse had been ignited.

  The Japanese expatriate who came from Sao Paulo to defend the presidential palace, Takase Haruhiko was a worker in a mint factory and a senior member of the winner team of the Shindo League.

  Although he is only twenty years old and has no military experience, Brazil's policy of not banning guns also allows him to have good marksmanship.

  The harvest from hunting every time he rests always allows him to enjoy a hearty barbecue on weekends.

  As a fanatical believer of Tianhuang, he was ecstatic when he heard that President Vargas was about to surrender to Japan.

   Once Brazil surrendered to Japan, he was not prepared to continue working in the factory.

   Instead, he went directly to the outskirts to occupy a farm of his own and let those Brazilians work for him.

  So he must ensure that President Vargas can surrender to Tianhuang smoothly, and he must not let the Brazilian army stop him.

  So he does not believe that anyone other than Japanese descendants will protect President Vargas as sincerely as they do.

   Standing in the crowd and keeping his gun aimed, he felt the danger the first time he saw the opposite police pull the bolt.

   Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger of his shotgun.

   At the same time shouted loudly:

   "The police are going to do something, kill them and protect Vargas."

  Then fired a second shot.

  The Japanese people around also saw the actions of the police opposite, and pulled the triggers in their hands one after another.

  The police were caught off guard, but after all, they had undergone certain training.

  The uninjured personnel immediately began to seek cover and counterattack.

  In just an instant, the two sides fired hundreds of bullets.

  The companions around Takase Haruhiko kept falling down, which made him startled.

  Weekend hunting, the prey will not shoot him a bullet.

  At this time, Takase Haruhiko began to tremble in his heart, and wanted to lie on the ground to avoid the bullets.

   And afraid that he will be treated as a coward by his peers.

  If you want to retreat, the dense crowd behind you can't retreat at all.

   He could only bite the bullet and continue shooting, right? A bullet hit his thigh, making him crooked and almost fell down.

  The pain in his leg made him cry out "Ah!"

  However, in this chaotic environment, the pain from his legs actually aroused his fierceness. He squatted down and stepped back, continuing to fire regardless.

   Soon, another stray bullet hit his right eye and came out from the back of his head.

  He felt that his eyes went dark, and he didn't know anything.

   At this time, the police chief Lechner realized that he had made a fatal mistake. Just as he was about to come forward to explain a few words, he was so frightened by the stray bullets that flew towards him that he fell to the ground.

   He couldn't find the usual arrogant and domineering police chief's posture at all, and some hands and feet wanted to find a bunker.

  It turned out that the body was too fat, and it got stuck between two obstacles, unable to advance or retreat.

  Mouth kept chanting:

   "It's over, I'm dead, I made a big mistake!"

  Unfortunately, some mistakes cannot be undone once made.

  He knew that it was impossible for him to call for a ceasefire at this time. As long as he dared to issue such an order, a large number of his police force would be killed or injured immediately.

  The only way is to wipe out all the Japanese who surrounded the presidential palace first, and then organize defense against the coming rebels.

  Therefore, he no longer hesitated, and shouted loudly:

   "First kill all these Japanese mobs, machine gun fire, kill them, fast."

  Originally, the police were only responsible for defending the outer line of defense. The real guard force of the presidential palace was a guard battalion.

   I don’t know whether the guard battalion received information about the rebel attack and came to help defend, or was attracted by the gunfire from the outside.

   Soon came to join the police team and began to suppress the Japanese mobs in the periphery.

  But there are too many Japanese mobs, there are more than 40,000 people, and all of them are armed.

  The police and the soldiers of the guard battalion are less than a thousand people. Facing the mob that surrounded the presidential palace, they are like a small boat in a storm, which is in danger of capsizing at any time.

   Fortunately, the firearms in the hands of the mob were all single-shot firearms, and after the machine gun fire in the hands of the military and police began to shoot, the Japanese mob that had already rushed into the isolation zone finally fell down a large area.

  Unfortunately, these Japanese mobs were not frightened by the machine gun firepower of the military and police.

   Death squads are constantly being organized, and they keep rushing forward.

  There is no tactics at all in this battle, it is a collision of blood and fire, a contest between bullets and flesh.

  The Brazilian military and police apparently had never experienced such a big scene, and they were actually frightened by the fierce Japanese mob.

  The first deserters appeared in the police force. After all, they were just some police officers who maintained law and order and supported their families.

   is not a soldier who has undergone rigorous training.

   Therefore, less than ten minutes into the war, the Japanese mob began to gain the upper hand, broke through the first line of defense of the police and the guard battalion, and approached the presidential palace.

  Colonel Tiche, who had just led his marines out of the Rio de Janeiro Naval Base, was at a loss.

   Didn't you say that I came to participate in the siege of the presidential palace? Why is it that our team has just set off, but the presidential palace is in full swing.

  General Dutra of the Army Command was even more ecstatic when he received the news.

   Originally, he heard that the Japanese had organized 40,000 mobs and planned to help Vargas defend the presidential palace, but he was worried about whether it would have a negative impact on his plan.

  But it was unexpected that these Japanese descendants would exchange fire with the guards defending the presidential palace first.

  Since this is the case, can I directly declare to the outside world that it was the Japanese mob who attacked the presidential palace.

   And I am a righteous teacher representing the Brazilian government to put down the Japanese mob rebellion!

  Thinking of this, General Dutra directly issued an order to all troops to eliminate the Japanese mob and rescue the hijacked President Vargas.

  As early as four hours ago, Fang Lang, who was far away at the Natal Naval Base, had gathered all his marines.

   Facing the map of Rio de Janeiro Airport, a detailed occupation plan was drawn up.

   Everyone knows what they need to do.

   Immediately afterwards, he boarded the ten C46 aircraft that Fang Lang had just bought, and the ten pilots who had been trained at the base, as well as the ten flight instructors who followed the aircraft, were directly transported to the airport in Rio de Janeiro.

  The civil airports of this period are far from being as advanced as the airports of later generations, and the airports that can have a cement runway are quite advanced airports.

  Rio de Janeiro Airport is the first airport built by Pan American Airlines in Brazil. Therefore, it is an advanced airport with a cement runway.

  Just now, the Pan Am staff responsible for operating the Rio de Janeiro airport discovered ten uninvited passengers on the radar.

  However, in this era, there has not been a precedent for directly using aircraft to occupy civilian airports.

   And there was no war in Brazil, so this anomaly did not attract the attention of air traffic controllers and they were reported.

  Anyway, there were no planes taking off or landing at this time, so the air traffic controller walked out of the office and looked at the distant sky.

  I saw ten small black spots in the night sky in the distance, aiming at the runway one by one.

   Started an orderly descent.

  With the help of the lights at the airport, the air traffic controller saw the logo of the Brazilian army on the military green fuselage.

   He was so angry that he cursed and said:

   "Fuck, these bastards, did they go to the wrong place? This is a civilian airport, what are you military planes doing here?"

  (end of this chapter)