The gunshots at the school gate quickly attracted American patrol soldiers who had entered Osaka earlier.
After the war, all Japanese military and police were disarmed, so Japan's public security at this time was entirely the responsibility of the US military.
Until 1950, when the Korean War broke out and the US military was transferred to Korea, there were only a few thousand US troops in Japan, and they were unable to guarantee Japan's public security.
MacArthur then ordered the Japanese government to establish a police department again.
The landing of the Brazilian expeditionary force should have been arranged by the US military. However, the US had only occupied Osaka for a week, and there were so many things to do that they had not yet figured out the direction.
They had no time to pay attention to the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, so they just maintained communications and did not send anyone to greet them, and this is what happened.
A jeep stopped at the school gate, with two American soldiers and a second lieutenant sitting in the car. When they saw the expeditionary force's armband with a cobra holding a cigar, they knew that this was the Brazilian expeditionary force that had just landed.
We are all allies, and the Brazilian Expeditionary Force was originally equipped with all American equipment. The uniforms and ranks were exactly the same, with only differences in the armbands.
They did not ask what happened, but saw Fang Lang's rank of colonel in the crowd, so they came directly to Fang Lang and saluted him.
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The person with the higher military rank is naturally the superior, there is nothing to say about it. So, when he saw a colonel here, he had to come over and greet him.
Fang Lang did not put on airs and stood at attention and returned the military salute.
The second lieutenant asked:
"Sir, do you need any help?"
Yes, he didn’t ask what happened, he just came over to ask if I needed help.
Fang Lang smiled and shook his head:
"No need to help. We originally wanted to use this place as our base. We didn't expect that there were rebels hiding here."
The second lieutenant did not expect that Fang Lang would actually say that there were rebels here. This was no trivial matter.
Turning around to look inside the campus, I saw about five or six students lying on the ground, holding rifles that were longer than them.
Aren’t these the rebels? The lieutenant said directly:
"Sir, since they are the rebels, we will wipe them out according to the wartime regulations. I will report the situation here to my superiors."
Fang Lang had not expected that this second lieutenant would be so straightforward. It seemed that he had dealt with many such matters before.
Although Fang Lang thought that the Japanese were beasts, he could not shoot at unarmed civilians, except for the obviously disabled veteran.
After all, Fang Lang could tell at a glance that this incident was obviously caused by this bastard behind the scenes.
"I will report to the Allied Command after I finish dealing with things here. Maybe I should get a copy of the Wartime Management Regulations and study it carefully."
"Do you need me to lead the way for you, sir?"
The American second lieutenant was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to ask.
"No need, Lieutenant. I'll get settled first and then go over. After all, this mess needs to be dealt with."
Fang Lang pointed to the school gate.
The lieutenant didn't say much, just nodded and jumped into the jeep.
Fang Lang looked at the other party's jeep and wondered if it would be a bad idea to ask for his jeep now.
Then he shook his head. After all, this was someone else's patrol equipment. He should wait until he got to the U.S. military base and ask the Americans for it directly. If that didn't work, he could just requisition the Japanese.
Seeing that the second lieutenant had left, Fang Lang said directly to the Marines:
"Capture all the rebels. If they resist, kill them without mercy!"
"Yes, sir!"
After giving the order, what else was there to say? All the Marines started arresting people.
The school gate, which had finally been quiet for a while, became chaotic again.
Fortunately, no one dared to resist with weapons this time.
These soldiers of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force were all selected from the participating war troops, so each of them had lives on their hands, so it was natural for them to deal with a group of students with ease.
Perhaps because they were frightened by the direct shooting just now, everyone was quickly controlled.
Now that the matter at the door has been resolved, the only thing left is inside.
Whereas, there was a situation of armed resistance.
The Marines no longer had the ease and comfort they had at the beginning, and began to advance towards the campus using street fighting tactics.
Half an hour later, all campuses were swept by the soldiers, and more than 300 students and more than 50 faculty and staff were arrested.
Fang Lang didn't understand why there were only so few students, but thinking that the outside was already a ruin, he ignored it.
What surprised Fang Lang the most was that he found more than 500 new rifles that had not been unsealed in the school warehouse.
This is just an ordinary junior high school, not a military academy, so why do we need to prepare weapons?
Even if everyone is mobilized to defend the homeland, we shouldn't let a group of junior high school students go to the battlefield!
These Japanese are nothing.
Now, with so many rifles, these students must be rebels now, either they are rebels or not.
Fang Lang was in a dilemma. He could not bring himself to kill him.
If you don't kill it, it will be a hot potato in your hands.
After all, before landing in Japan, MacArthur repeatedly issued orders to Allied soldiers, requiring all soldiers to abide by military discipline and maintain the image of the Allied forces as a just and civilized force.
It is not possible to arouse the rebellious psychology of the Japanese lower classes.
Looking at the school teachers and students squatting in a group on the playground, Fang Lang shook his head helplessly and said to Duarte, the commander of the Marine Corps:
"Lao Du, this is our base now. You are responsible for setting up camp. I will report to the Allied commander. By the way, I will ask him how to deal with these brats."
"Yes! Sir!"
Soon, Fang Lang got into a car and a truck requisitioned from the school by the soldiers and headed straight for the Allied headquarters.
As for why we need to bring a truck, the reason is very simple!
Because in addition to his adjutant, our Colonel Fang has an entire platoon of guards.
Although it is not needed when he is on the ship, as long as he is on land, the guard platoon will accompany him for protection.
After all, it's war time now. It would be a huge loss of face if the next person is accidentally shot by some small-time jerk.
The U.S. Army's 3rd Cavalry Brigade of the 1st Cavalry Division, which was responsible for occupying Osaka, was later sent to Korea.
At this time, the base was located in the former military camp of the Japanese Osaka Division. Of course, as a key military unit of the Japanese Army, it was also a key bombing target of the US Army.
According to Fang Lang's understanding, the military camp should be in ruins at this time.
However, when Fang Lang arrived at the garrison by car, he found that the garrison camp was under construction in full swing.
Most of the workers were short Japanese, while the American soldiers were holding their weapons and bragging.
Seeing this situation actually gave rise to a feeling that this is very American.
After passing the gate inspection, Fang Lang successfully met Colonel Borko Malik, the commander of the 3rd Cavalry Brigade.
Colonel Malik is a brown-haired white man. What is impressive is that his eyebrows are very big, like two big brooms.
As the supreme commander of the Osaka occupation forces, Malik welcomed Fang Lang's arrival.
Although MacArthur arranged 460,000 troops to occupy Japan, there were still many places that needed to be occupied.
On average, he had less than 5,000 people under his command, and it was too much for him to control a big city with a population of nearly one million.
And many of these people are stubborn elements who are unwilling to accept surrender.
Although Fang Lang only has more than 500 marines, but no matter how small a mosquito leg is, he is still meat!
So before Fang Lang could salute, Malik had already stepped forward and grabbed Fang Lang's hand.
"Fang, you are finally here. I am the commander, Colonel Malik. We are all colonels, so don't be polite. Just obey orders and don't worry about these empty formalities."
His words were reminding Fang Lang that although you are also a colonel, I am the commander and you must obey my orders.
Fang Lang didn't care, he smiled and said:
"Colonel Malik, rest assured. The Brazilian Expeditionary Force has always been the most steadfast ally of the United States. We are here to support you. If there is anything you need us to do, please tell me directly. I will arrange it immediately."
Fang Lang doesn't care about this so-called command authority!
It would be best if you were in command, and you would be responsible for the trouble we caused. However, if you want to command the Brazilian expeditionary force, you must go through me.
Hearing that Fang Lang was so easy to talk to, Colonel Malik breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I heard that you encountered a group of rebels as soon as you landed? Are our people okay?"
"Please rest assured! Our people are fine. I came here in such a hurry just to discuss with you how we should deal with these people.
Except for the six armed rebels who were killed, all the others were temporarily detained by us.
In addition, we seized more than 500 rifles from their warehouses.”
Fang Lang emphasized the number of rifles with a serious look on his face.
Malik was shocked when he heard this. More than 500 rifles were not a small number.
I have been organizing soldiers to collect weapons for so many days, but I didn't expect that the Japanese had an arsenal right under my nose.
"These damned dwarfs, I will send someone to take photos immediately to preserve the evidence. As for how to deal with the personnel, you decide for yourself! If it doesn't work, just shoot them."
What's the situation? Isn't it about maintaining the image of a righteous and civilized army? It's so simple and crude. Aren't you afraid of the Japanese people rioting?
"This Colonel Malik, but I think most of them are still children. Isn't it a bad idea to shoot them?"
In the end, Fang Lang resisted the urge to happily accept the order and said hesitantly.
Unexpectedly, Colonel Malik said strangely:
"Fang, didn't you fight with their child soldiers?"
This question stunned Fang Lang. Although he had heard that the Japanese did recruit a large number of minors to join the war due to a shortage of manpower in the later period.
Unfortunately, I came too late and missed it!
Besides, he was in the navy. Even if he was bombarding Japanese warships, he would not know whether there were child soldiers in the enemy's troops!
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