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Yoshimoto Sadaichi's life was not in danger, but his leg was broken by the collapsed wooden beam.

At the soldier's call, he slowly opened his eyes.

The anti-aircraft guns fired continuously, and the shells exploded in the sky, creating beautiful curtains and forcing back the enemy planes.

The area around the headquarters was in a mess, but the residential areas in the city were intact.

A bombing that was premeditated, fierce, and retreated in time.

"The Japanese commander is dead!"

Someone was shouting around the headquarters, holding a rolled-up tube of paper, once in Chinese and once in Japanese.

The voice was so penetrating that it could be heard clearly by the residents on the street through the walls and windows.

"Dead? The devil is dead?"

They were talking in low voices and craning their necks to look over here.

The First Army Headquarters was reduced to ruins, which further verified this statement. The commander of the First Army, a high-ranking Japanese officer, was killed in the bombing.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

After three or five people, the words seem exaggerated.

It was said that the ruins were flooded with blood and hundreds and thousands of Japanese soldiers were killed in the explosion.

The puppet army leader in the city scratched his forehead, but his brothers encouraged him to run, and he rushed out of the door with his brothers.

If there is really no other option, you can surrender. The Eighth Route Army will treat prisoners well.

"Stop making so much noise and let me be quiet for a while."

The puppet army brigade commander Zhao Debiao was upset. Damn it! The Japs were at their peak, how come they suddenly went downhill?

It's just like that thing in bed, it becomes soft and can't get hard anymore.

The Japs are no longer reliable, Taijun is doomed, and the Eighth Route Army is about to attack.

Listen to the artillery fire outside the city, it's non-stop and dense. The Japanese have all been killed. Should we let them take over?

That won’t work. It hurts when a shell hits someone.

However, the concubine in the family refused to surrender. If the master joined the Eighth Route Army, all the family property would be confiscated.

They are not poor people at all. They are covered in gold and silver and eat the best food from land and sea.

The chaos in the city was not only reflected in the bombing, but more in the madness of the devils' hearts and the panic of the puppet army.

A gunshot was heard from somewhere, and the special forces members hiding in the dark shot the Japanese major in the head with a sniper shot.

The major was about to lead his team out of the city to reinforce the fortifications.

When the gunshots rang out, his head exploded like a watermelon in the crowd.

The frightened Japanese soldiers were at a loss. They held their rifles and looked at the dark streets, not knowing where the assassin was.

The whole night was spent in chaos.

It was daybreak and a light rain began to fall.

The ground, which was originally covered with smoke and dust, was now covered with a layer of mud.

The weather in early spring is still chilly and this kind of rain is the most hurtful. It is soft and piercing, torturing you.

The Japanese had just shown their heads, and they were ready to eat a meal and solve some personal problems while the artillery fire was getting closer.

The bullet hit the door.

Snap, snap, snap,

There were intermittent gunshots, aimed specifically at the Japanese helmets.

At some point, a group of sharpshooters were ambushing in front of the front line.

What the Japanese call a precision shooter is called a sharpshooter here. Each of them wears a scope and crawls all night just to wait for the opportunity to fight at dawn.

The continuous gunfire taught the Japanese soldiers who were slacking off in the early morning a lesson.

The bullet hit his helmet and went straight through it, and his head tilted and fell into the trench.

The other Japanese soldiers who didn't have time to get up were so scared that they dared not move.

The mud and water in the trenches were dirty and stained with fresh red blood. It wouldn't take long for the bright red blood to turn brown.

The soldiers of Wang Chao's Fourth Column pressed forward, working in groups and using various shelters to approach the enemy's city defense positions.

As soon as the Japanese firepower appears, we will directly use infantry artillery and anti-tank guns to serve.

The enemy was advancing, and artillery fire roared forward.

The mud and water that were blown up made the situation on the battlefield even more complicated.

Ding Wei launched a fierce attack from the north, and the Japanese invaders had to deploy more manpower to reinforce the northern defense line.

But at the same time, problems also arose in the south. Kong Jie's Jinzhong Column successively broke through the Japanese defense lines and recaptured the county town.

A large number of defeated Japanese and puppet troops headed towards the First Army’s headquarters.

The Japs were still frightened by what happened last night, and there were hidden Eighth Route Army soldiers in the city.

Are there any hidden ones among these defeated soldiers in front of us?

Just as he was about to start screening, he aroused the temper of the defeated soldiers.

"Fuck, I'm fighting for my life in the front, and you still treat me as a spy."

"Fuck you, get out of here."

The puppet soldier suddenly became tough, kicked the Japanese soldier away, and shot him.

There is fire in my stomach that can ignite at any time.

The defeated Japanese and puppet troops were in chaos, broke through the checkpoints and poured into the city.

In their eyes, the city is safe. There are Eighth Route Army chasing behind, and they are still investigating here, investigating your mother.

Especially those old Japanese soldiers, they shouted "Ula Ula", smashed the checkpoints with their gun butts, and sneaked back into the city.

As for how many infiltrators there are inside, even Ding Wei doesn't know.

As long as these people enter the city, you will see that they will soon create friction and get into big trouble.

The day of the general attack has not yet arrived, and we are cleaning up the outer positions with great interest.

Knock down the bunkers one by one, giving the Japanese hope to hold on, but also giving them despair of being unable to escape.

The offensive slowed down on the second day. Ding Wei's meaning was very clear: wait for the Jinzhong Column and the 358th Regiment.

By forming a three-way encirclement, the enemy's manpower can be reduced to a minimum.

We should also see whether the North China Expeditionary Army will send reinforcements here.

Is Okamura just going to watch two independent brigades being destroyed, along with the Lieutenant General of the First Army?

This is the capital of Shanxi Province, an important city with representative significance.

Ding Wei obviously overestimated the enemy's military strength. If there were any extra divisions, they would definitely be transferred over to join the defensive operations.

Compared with the plains of North China, the First Army is dispensable.

So much territory has been lost in the Pacific battlefield, the First Army in front of us is not a big deal.

Use the miscellaneous soldiers from just two brigades to distract Ding Wei's energy and ensure Operation Number One.

Whatever is gained must be lost.

If they want to ensure Operation Number One, they will have to give up a large area of ​​territory in North China.

The North China Expeditionary Army had anticipated this situation when considering the combat plan at the beginning of the war.

A situation where the front line attacked fiercely and the rear was retreating fiercely.

There will be no reinforcements, so all Yoshimoto Sadaichi can do is to continue to hold out, preferably for half a year, until Operation No. 1 is over.

The main forces of the two divisions could return to the First Army.

Persist for half a year? That’s a bit difficult.

Given the current situation in the city, it is questionable whether we can hold out for a month.

The outer positions were lost one after another. It would be a pity to abandon them, but it would also result in heavy losses if we defended them.

I finally understood why Ding Wei allowed the Japanese to build fortifications. The simple and hastily built fortifications became the graves of the Japanese.

All are equal under the gunfire.

Unless there is a sturdy concrete bunker that can withstand more shots.

Serious civil engineering works are extremely vulnerable to artillery shells.

Once you give up, all your hard work in digging will be wasted.

If we retreat to the city, there will be no way out.

After Yoshimoto Sadaichi woke up from his coma, he gritted his teeth and issued an order to hold the city. The position outside the city must not be lost at any cost.

"Hold on, hold on!"

He roared and gritted his teeth, and bone fragments appeared on his broken thigh.

The cold sweat on my forehead couldn't suppress the despair in my heart.