Chapter 261: Two Brothers in Trouble

There is no doubt that the brigade commander is a fun-loving person.

Under normal circumstances, he is a moderate, mainly responsible for eating melons and watching the show. He basically does not participate in the initiative to start a group. When he sees various new things, he will watch the fun in the front row at most.

But once it involves the bald man, the nature of the matter has changed.

The brigade commander will directly transform into an armored vehicle loaded with weapons. If there is no group, he will take the initiative to start a group. If there is no fun, he will find ways to stir up trouble everywhere.

After hearing the words of the commander-in-chief of the campaign, the communicator on the side was stunned for a few seconds, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Although he did not participate in the Northern Expedition, he also had a good understanding of what happened more than ten years ago. If the telegram just now was sent to the capital of the southwest intact, the bald man would be so angry that his brain would be congested.

"Yes!"

"I will send a telegram to the rear now! Report the results of the battle to the deputy commander-in-chief!"

While the two were talking, the artillery battalion of the 772nd Regiment had already prepared for battle, and only needed the superior to issue an order to bombard the headquarters of the First Army.

After receiving Cheng Xiazi's signal, the artillery battalion commander waved the flag and immediately shouted: "Fire!"

A Type 92 infantry gun, three M18 cannons and twelve mortars of different calibers fired at the same time, and the shells fell into the headquarters of the First Army in a straight line or arc in the air.

"Boom boom boom!"

A dense burst of shells came, and the Japanese's defensive fortifications built by houses were destroyed one by one in the violent explosion.

But the artillery attack was not over yet. The commander-in-chief of the battle ordered not to deliberately keep prisoners, and the order given by his own regiment commander was to use up the shells.

The smiles of the artillerymen gradually became perverted, and they fired shells one after another at the headquarters of the First Army, which had not collapsed yet.

"Blow the horn!"

Accompanied by the loud charge horn, a battalion of infantry attacked from behind their respective bunkers.

The surging sea of ​​people, with an indomitable momentum, rushed towards the headquarters compound that was half ruins and half buildings.

A dozen Japanese soldiers who survived the artillery fire tried to resist, but they were shot dead by the 772nd Regiment's precision shooters as soon as they raised their rifles.

Although the old Japanese soldier was probably dead, the soldiers still shouted the name of the culprit and began to clean up the battlefield with the purpose of seeing the body alive or dead.

In the basement, Iwamatsu Yoshio was dressed neatly, and even had the leisure to hang a medal on his chest.

The fierce bombardment just now collapsed the only passage to the ground, which gave him enough time to prepare for seppuku.

At this time, the old Japanese soldier wiped his samurai sword in an orderly manner. He knew that as a lieutenant general of a brother country, or even the commander of the First Army, he must not follow the old path of Ando Twenty-three.

"Long live His Majesty the Heavenly Locust! Long live the great Japanese brother country!"

After shouting the last slogan, Iwamatsu Yoshio knelt on his knees and stabbed the imperial samurai sword into his abdomen, and soon blood spurted out of his mouth.

Seppuku is very painful, and the pain lasts for a long time. Before he died, he could basically be described as neither alive nor dead.

So, except for some fanatical militarists, most middle and high-level officers committed seppuku first, and then died quickly through other means.

Unfortunately, at this time, only Iwamatsu Yoshio was in the basement, and the only qualified person to be Kaishakunin, Major General Hanatani Masaru, took the remaining staff to guard the gate.

Blood gushed out from the wound in his abdomen, and the old devil was like a maggot scalded by hot water, constantly wriggling on the ground.

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Twenty-seven hours later, the battle gradually came to an end, and only a few devils were still fighting guerrilla warfare with the troops of the 129th Division in the city.

In the devil's expectation, the First Army could hold out for at least a month with the fortress and sufficient supplies, enough to hold on until the support troops arrived.

Even Iwamatsu Yoshio, the person involved, still fantasized about the dream of becoming the emperor of Asia.

In the predictions of the division commander, the deputy chief of staff and the deputy commander-in-chief, three days was a relatively reasonable attack duration.

The Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region could use this time to surround the point and attack the reinforcements, and consume the manpower of the North China Front Army. The 129th Division could steadily reduce casualties and minimize losses.

But the brigade commander used practical actions to tell everyone that 28 hours was enough to end the battle against the First Army.

An hour later, the Japanese in the city were cleared out, and the commanders of various troops gathered on the ruins of the First Army headquarters and cheered.

Everyone had dug through the basement of the headquarters and found the body and command knife of Iwamatsu Yoshio.

It was a pity that Hanaya died in the first round of shelling of the 772nd Regiment. Not only was his body completely gone, it was difficult to piece it together, and even the general's sword was blown into several sections by the shells.

Looking at the brigade commander holding the command knife, the commanders of the 386th Brigade surrounded him.

As if he had noticed that the other party was a little unhappy, Cheng Xiazi took the initiative to speak:

"Brigade Commander, we just won a victory, why are you still so sullen? Although the old devil Yansong Yixiong committed suicide, his body and command knife are intact, which will not affect our propaganda work."

"What's more, we have completely wiped out the First Army and recovered Taiyuan! Be happy, be happy!"

Although the Eighth Route Army has recovered many county towns in Shanxi Province, even including big cities such as Yangquan and Yuncheng. But it is the first time to recover the provincial capital, not to mention that it is an extremely difficult siege battle.

"Yes."

Hearing this, everyone turned around and saw the division commander, deputy chief of staff and deputy commander-in-chief coming from the back.

"This time you fought a beautiful annihilation battle. I have sent the news of victory back to the border area. I guess your commendation letter will be delivered soon."

"The victory of two consecutive major battles is a shot in the arm. Even the most pessimistic people will never think that Japan is an unbeatable opponent.

"From today on, I guess your name will be known all over the world."

Hearing the three commendations, the brigade commander scratched his head a little embarrassedly and showed the same smile as Li Yunlong.

In the happy atmosphere, a communicator came to the scene.

After receiving the farewell telegram from Iwamatsu Yoshio, the troops stationed in Mongolia, the Kwantung Army and the direct troops of the North China Front Army all took countermeasures.

Although the 129th Division suffered casualties in the attack on Taiyuan, there were still five brigades that did not participate in the battle in this campaign.

In addition to the 120th Division, the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region and the 1st Air Division, the devils had no idea of ​​getting close to Shanxi Province without ten fully staffed Type B divisions.

After weighing the pros and cons, the devils left the rear troops behind and the main force returned by train.

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Border area, communication room.

The room was silent, with only the ticking sound of a high-power radio.

Since the battle began, Desperate War Fox has come here with the Army Morale Wizard to wait for the results.

At first, every battle report would affect the hearts of the two. But as more and more good news came back, they had calmed down and waited for the final result.

Just as the big guys were checking the map, the communicator opened the code book and started to record quickly with a pencil.

As the content of the telegram was deciphered, the smile on the soldier's face became brighter. He walked to Desperate War Fox and the Army Morale Wizard with the telegram in his hand, and saluted with excitement.

"Report! An urgent telegram from the 129th Division!"

"Our unit! It took 28 hours and a great victory!"

As soon as these words came out, the two immediately took the telegram from the communicator and began to read it in detail. Even the staff officers on standby outside the room rushed in to wait for the official results.

After reading it, the Army Morale Wizard excitedly slapped the table and stood up from the stool.

"Good! Well done! ”

“It only took 28 hours. It’s no different than killing Hua Xiong with a warm wine!”

“Great achievement! Great achievement! This poses a problem for me. How should I reward him? Hahaha!”

Hearing this, the staff burst into applause.

The loudspeaker in the border area began to repeatedly broadcast the news of the capture of Taiyuan and the killing of Iwamatsu Yoshio.

In order to prevent some people from not understanding Chinese, the comrades in the broadcasting room specially broadcast it in Japanese every five times.

For a while, the entire border area was in a frenzy.

Comrades shed tears on the spot, cheered to the sky, and celebrated this historic moment.

“Communicator! Send a copy of this good news to the capital of the southwest first, so that the chairman can be happy for us!”

“Let the Eighth Office forward a copy to Shengdi Tiebi. If he hadn’t ‘guarded’ the border area, we wouldn’t have had the opportunity to send three main divisions to the battlefield in North China.”

“Finally! Announce the whole country! Let all those who doubt us see! What is the determination to resist Japan! ”

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Ji County, Kenanpo.

Although the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army did not participate in the battle, and did not even have the opportunity to besiege and attack the reinforcements. But Yan Laoxi released all the intelligence personnel and kept an eye on the battle report of Taiyuan.

After all, the game is not reality, and there is no Suiyuan that cannot be reached. Taiyuan is everything to him, and it is also the home he thinks about day and night.

For the egg dancer, it is best to pursue the Shanxi Monroe Doctrine for a lifetime and implement the saying that Shanxi is Shanxi for the Shanxi people to the end.

By the way, the nickname of the egg dancer has become a thing of the past.

Now the preserved fruit troops have withdrawn from Shanxi Province to recuperate because of the Zhongtiaoshan Campaign. The once powerful First Army has been completely annihilated by the Eighth Route Army.

There is only one egg left of the three eggs, and it is the kind that can crush him to death at any time.

"President, the Eighth Route Army has officially taken over the entire Taiyuan this afternoon!"

"Even Lieutenant General Iwamatsu Yoshio and Major General Hanatani Masaru of the First Army were killed by the 772nd Regiment of the 386th Brigade. "

Hearing the words of his chief of staff, Yan Laoxi suddenly looked up. His face was full of shock, and even his voice was trembling.

Although everyone had guessed the current scene, the hard power displayed by the 129th Division still deeply shocked them.

In the Jinsui Army's conception, if the Eighth Route Army wanted to take Taiyuan, it would need to mobilize at least two divisions of troops and win through a long siege.

Who would have thought that the times had changed, and they directly sent ten brigades to speed through.

"What did you say?"

"This is too fast! Is the intelligence confirmed?"

"Well! "

After confirming, Yan Laoxi sighed and collapsed on the chair.

If they had known that the remnants of the First Army left behind in Taiyuan were so vulnerable, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army should have risked a falling out and attacked Taiyuan first.

It's always right to fight the devils.

If I kill Yansong Yoshio, it will be me who will recover Taiyuan. The people's hearts that were lost in the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain before can probably be regained.

As for how to distribute the territory with the Eighth Route Army in the future, as long as Taiyuan can be retained! Give them whatever they want!

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world. The King of Shanxi has no chance for the time being. He should just stay in Zhongtiao Mountain and develop honestly.

Just when Yan Laoxi was in a daze, the chief of staff coughed lightly and asked in a low voice: "President, do you think we have a chance to get back the equipment and workers of many factories?"

"The Eighth Route Army doesn't lack any small things, so they should return the things to their original owners."

After hearing this, Yan Laoxi raised his head reluctantly, looking at the other person as if he were a fool.

"Is it you who has a problem, or their deputy commander-in-chief? You don't really think that you can ask for a lot just by the words of the united front?"

"If I use my identity as the commander of the Second War Zone to put pressure on us, how do you think the people of the People's Republic will look at us? That is a life-saving talisman, not a cash cow."

"We can't lose the people's hearts again."

The Eighth Route Army has a good temper, but everything is based on the alliance status.

When they were causing friction two years ago, they were not ambiguous at all when they fought. After all, rabbits will bite when they are anxious, not to mention a large force with hundreds of thousands of troops.

"Pass my order! In the name of the commander of the Second War Zone, issue a commendation order to the Eighth Route Army!"

"Spit out the territory we received from Iwamatsu Yoshio before. Those counties are all in southeastern Shanxi, which is too far from our base camp."

"If an accident happens, there will be no chance for support. It is better to do a favor and keep us safe."

After recording the words of his own president, the chief of staff turned and left.

Left alone, Yan Laoxi spread out the strategic situation map of the entire North China. The jagged arrows on the map are the routes that the devils took to support the First Army.

For the Japanese army, the five provinces in North China have abundant resources, complete infrastructure, and convenient transportation.

After controlling North China, it is equivalent to controlling most of the Republic of China. Whether from a military perspective or an experience perspective, they will not give up easily.

Now the strong rise of the Eighth Route Army has seriously threatened the survival space of the Japanese army.

In just a year and a half, the other side has developed into an army with more than 200 fighters, hundreds of cannons and hundreds of thousands of people.

If it continues to develop, it will soon become a monster-level existence.

The tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. In order to kill the most powerful enemy in the future, the Japanese army will definitely mobilize all idle troops to besiege Shanxi Province.

As long as I keep my head down and develop, the plan of driving the tiger to devour the wolf is still likely to be implemented. In the distant future, the position of the King of Shanxi will still be held by the surname Yan.

However, the entire Shanxi Suiyuan Army will lie dormant in southern Shanxi.

Thinking of this, Yan Laoxi showed a weird smile.

Although he is miserable, he can still accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity to rise again.

But someone in the capital of the southwest must be more anxious than himself, and he is probably cursing now.

It's time for infrastructure! The Yellow River is warming up!