The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Jiang Cheng sneered.

Today, I have to let these hateful devils have a taste of revenge.

At dawn, the eastern sky was turning pale, and the assembled tanks had already awakened the sleeping earth.

In this land that has been ravaged by war for many days, a wide plain stretches to the end of the sight, which is an ideal battlefield for the tank corps.

Under the bright sunshine, hundreds of tanks were quietly arranged in neat columns, like steel behemoths, waiting for the order to attack.

"Drive these hateful invaders out of our home!"

Through the radio, Jiang Cheng once again issued the order to launch an attack.

As Jin Yanxi and Goldman Sachs gave orders in unison, all the huge machines began to rumble, the tank tracks began to turn, and raised clouds of dust.

At first, they moved slowly, like giant beasts testing the water temperature. Soon, the speed gradually increased, and the entire convoy swept towards the enemy position like a surging tide.

The roar of the engines and the sound of metal colliding intertwined to form a passionate symphony, announcing the coming storm.

At this time, facing such a torrent of steel, the Japanese troops on the entire horizon seemed extremely vulnerable even to their well-built fortifications.

All the heavy machine guns began to spit out flames at the same time, forming a dense fire net in an instant, cutting through the morning light and accurately smashing into the enemy's bunkers and machine gun nests. With the flash and smoke of the explosion, the once solid fortifications were instantly reduced to ruins, paving the way for the infantry behind with submachine guns.

At the same time, the tanks maintained strict formations and provided fire support to each other. Some tanks were specifically responsible for fire suppression, constantly strafing the enemy's exposed positions;

Others acted as spearheads, using their armored advantages to force a breakthrough and open a gap for the overall advance. Under the guidance of the tanks, the infantry rode on armored personnel carriers or followed behind the tanks, advancing together, forming a three-dimensional offensive.

The air force kept dropping bombs in the sky, and the Japanese soldiers, who were already suppressed by tanks, were blown away one after another.

The scattered Japanese troops could only wailing, and their fighting will and spirit of resistance were completely destroyed in the face of these unstoppable steel behemoths.

Every time a tank broke through the enemy line, more comrades would follow, constantly expanding the results of the battle until the entire front was completely torn apart.

The Japanese were left fleeing in panic, with explosions, flames, screams and death everywhere.

These Japanese devils, who were used to taking advantage of China, were now completely confused.

It has been a while since these Chinese people dared to put up the slightest resistance.

They advanced and these cowards kept retreating.

When did these Chinese people, who only knew how to take bullets with their eyes closed and their heads stretched out, learn to resist?

And... this is too strong!

This commander, Minamoto Masanobu, had been troubled recently because the port and the garrison were constantly harassed by an unknown fleet from the open sea;
First they suffered a great defeat, with their two regiments successively crippled. Then, these Chinese people unexpectedly became united in just a few days!
Actually, actually want to——

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Yuan Zhengxin quickly contacted his homeland and asked the navy for help, hoping that they would help to clean up the situation here.

However, his request was directly ignored:

After the occupation, the fleet hoped that they would give up the military port to them, but the greedy military refused...

Moreover, over the years, whenever the fleet wanted to take advantage of the situation nearby and look for good food, drinks, and women, they were rejected by Minamoto Masanobu every time;
Sometimes when they wanted to get close to the shore, this bastard would scare them with the artillery.

The Japanese army and navy were already at odds with each other, and the greed of the military and Minamoto Masanobu's "inhumanity" further exacerbated the conflict between the two sides.

Now this bastard actually has the nerve to ask them for help? The fleet simply pretended not to receive it and drifted away to hide near the open sea... Anyway, there is no benefit in winning the battle against this fleet attacking the land, so we don't care.

Thus, under attack from both land and sea, poor Minamoto Masanobu had no choice but to surrender with his troops.

He knew very well that under such a comprehensive attack from land, sea and air, if he wanted to return home, he could only do so in spirit and spirit.

And it wasn't just him, the entire army, all of them were able to return in soul form -

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After the battle, Jiang Cheng was very clear that he had gained enough advantage.

It would be best to scare them... and then give them a few more years to develop.

It would not be good for them if they were pushed to the edge of a corner.

Jiang Cheng knew very well that the other party was now furious, but he had no choice but to give in and suffer the defeat.

On the second day after the battle, Jiang Cheng and Hai Rushong led all the officers and soldiers to bury the brothers who died in this war.

According to military rules, salutes and gunshots were fired, and soldiers wearing new uniforms carried the coffin all the way to see him off.

The cemetery was located on a mountain with a view of the entire city. On the day of the burial, almost all the citizens in the city went out in mourning, and the white clothes formed a sea of ​​​​remembrance and sorrow in the late spring and early summer.

Among the crowd who were seeing his son off, Hai Rushong was the saddest. He hugged his son's coffin and cried bitterly... This veteran who had fought for many years now lost all his dignity and looked so embarrassed that all the soldiers were moved by what they saw.

Jiang Cheng also had tears in his eyes, and he kept clenching his fists, secretly making a resolution to these deceased people.

"Brother, sleep well... Don't worry, I will protect our father and Xiaoying for you."

After the crowd and soldiers returned, Jiang Cheng sat beside the tombstone, muttering to himself, "It's interesting to say - I'm not from this world at all. I'm not your brother Jiang Cheng who grew up with you."

"But along the way, we have already become good brothers who have been through thick and thin together, right?"

"You are my younger brother, but you actually left first. I feel so fucking upset!"

At this point, Jiang Cheng's throat tightened again.

The pine trees around me rustled in the wind, and I seemed to be able to vaguely hear someone whispering.

Jiang Cheng looked back in surprise and rubbed his eyes again.

After all, I was wrong - he left after all.

Jiang Cheng sighed deeply and was about to stand up when Han Ming came running over breathlessly from a distance: "Master Jiang! An urgent telegram from Fengtian!"

An ominous feeling suddenly surged in his heart, and Jiang Cheng stood up: "Read it!"

Han Ming shook his head and said, "This is an order from the Marshal's Mansion. This message needs to be interpreted by you personally, Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Cheng felt his eyes go dark, and he suddenly realized how earth-shattering this seemingly insignificant telegram was.

Oh no, it's...

"Okay, I understand." (End of this chapter)