Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

Xinle City, Dingzhou Prefecture, Wangdu County, Baoding.

With the addition of 200,000 Northeast People's Autonomous Army, Commander Lin's military strength increased to more than 300,000. He won victory after victory and reached the city of Baoding in less than a month.

"Attack and take Baoding in a week!"

Inside the headquarters, Commander Lin slapped the map and said with a domineering look on his face.

At the same time, Ulanqab and Datong were surrounded by the armored division, motorized infantry brigade, and Northeast People's Autonomous Army respectively.

This made the commander of the Mongolian Army, Ichiro Shichida, very anxious. He hurriedly called the headquarters in Peiping, and as a result, he received an order to hold on.

"idiot!"

Nanata Ichiro was so angry that he threw the phone to the ground: "This bastard, don't think I don't know what he wants to do!"

"Commander, calm down!"

Chief of Staff Masao Yano was shocked and quickly dissuaded him: "To defeat the Eighth Route Army, we still need to rely on the North China Front Army!"

"What the hell!"

Nanata Ichiro roared, "Don't you understand yet?"

"Ever since that bastard Okamura transferred the 3rd Tank Division in the name of the Expeditionary Force Headquarters, I knew he had bad intentions!"

"Commander, Commander Okamura is our superior after all. Would it be inappropriate to say this?"

Masao Yano was sweating profusely and wished he could cut his ears off.

"Is there anything you can't say?"

Nanata Ichiro stiffened his neck and said firmly: "He is just a general, and I am a lieutenant general!"

"And he wants to abandon the troops stationed in Mongolia. Can't I scold him?"

"But we have no evidence!"

Nanada Ichiro reminded: "The most urgent task now is to save ourselves. The Eighth Route Army is about to attack our headquarters. Commander Okamura doesn't care about us. Should we ask the headquarters?"

"it's useless!"

Nanata Ichiro waved his hand: "If the headquarters wanted to take care of it, they would have sent troops long ago, instead of frantically withdrawing the main force from the Chinese battlefield!"

"What should I do?"

"Let me think!"

Nanada Ichiro stood up, walked to the window, looked at the blue sky and gritted his teeth: "If he runs, we will run too!"

"You go and give the order, we will retreat to Heilongjiang!"

"Heilongjiang?"

Masao Yano asked in confusion: "Isn't that the territory of Manchuria?"

"What Manchukuo?"

Nanata Ichiro sneered: "It's just a dog we supported!"

"Go quickly. I'm going to talk to Commander Umezu of the Kwantung Army. I believe he will not refuse the troops that are sent to him for free!"

"Hi!"

On February 1943, 2, Commander Lin led his troops to encircle Peking.

"What should we do now, Commander?"

In the Beiping Military Police Headquarters, Wang Yongquan, Chief of Staff of the North China Pacification Army, whispered to Qi Xieyuan: "The Eighth Route Army is outside the city. Do you think we should..."

"Let me think!"

Qi Xieyuan stood up, frowning and thinking carefully.

Ever since the Okamura devils took away a large number of Japanese troops, his pacification army was the most powerful force in North China except for the Eighth Route Army.

Oshiroto Sanji thought that since he had controlled his family, he would honestly lead his troops to fight against the Eighth Route Army.

Isn't this a joke?

He has become a traitor, so why would he still care about his family?

At worst, he can marry ten or eight young wives and have a few fat boys. Then the family will be back, right?

So he had no psychological burden about surrendering, but he had some concerns about surrendering to the Eighth Route Army.

After all, since the establishment of the Pacification Army, the most common thing it has done is to arrest anti-Japanese elements and patriotic people, and the blood on their hands is no less than that of the Japanese devils.

He was afraid that he would be liquidated by the Eighth Route Army after surrendering.

"Have it!"

Qi Xieyuan suddenly had an idea: "Staff Officer Wang, go contact the Kuomintang and tell them that I want to rebel!"

"Kuomintang?"

Wang Yongquan immediately understood what Qi Xieyuan was going to do, and immediately went to the telegraph room to contact the Kuomintang.

Two days later, Commander Lin, who had made preparations for the siege, was about to give the order to attack the city when a pacification soldier came out holding a white flag.

"Tell me, what does your commander mean?"

Commander Lin asked calmly as he looked at the pacification troops brought before him.

"Hey, sir, hello. Our commander sent a telegram to Chongqing the day before yesterday, announcing our rebellion. Now our pacification army is the Ninth Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army."

The sly-looking pacification soldier said with a smile: "We are one family, one family does not fight one family!"

"Take him out and shoot him!"

Commander Lin waved his hand. Although he knew that what the man said was very likely true, he could regard it as a trick of the pacification army before the order from the central government came.

"boom."

After a gunshot, Commander Lin looked at the Chief of Staff and said, "Order the troops to attack the city!"

"Let's go, sneak in quietly."

Seeing that the troops had begun to attack, Wei Dayong picked up his gun and prepared to enter Peiping. Their mission was to secretly take away more than 20 Japanese soldiers who were staying in Peiping.

"Commander, it's bad! The Eighth Route Army is attacking the city!"

Inside the Military Police Headquarters, Wang Yongquan came to Qi Xieyuan in fear and said, "What should we do? The Eighth Route Army doesn't care about the Kuomintang!"

"Go, ask Liu Fengchi to gather the teaching group, and we'll leave Peking!"

Upon hearing that the Eighth Route Army was determined to attack the city, Qi Xieyuan stood up without hesitation and prepared to run away.

Of course, while running away, he did not forget to send a telegram to Chongqing, accusing the Eighth Route Army.

In Xi'an, Commander Wei, who received the telegram of accountability from Shancheng, called over the Eighth Route Army officer stationed in the Xi'an office.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Didn't I tell you that the Pacification Army has turned over a new leaf and has been reorganized into the Ninth Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army?"

"Why are you still attacking Peking?"

"Isn't this fratricide?"

"Haha, Commander Wei is joking."

The clerk said slowly, "How could we possibly do that?"

"The telegram to stop the siege was sent early in the morning, but as you know, Commander Lin is at war, so it's normal that this radio station sometimes loses contact."

"If we can't get in touch, send a plane!"

Commander Wei was so angry that he laughed and said directly: "Don't treat me as a fool. At the speed of your plane, you can reach Peking in three hours at most!"

"The plane won't work!"

The officer looked embarrassed and said, "The Air Force said there are thunderstorm clouds over Shanxi and the plane can't fly over."

"They are trying to find a way to take a detour, but the detour means they have to pass through the Japanese defense zone, so the speed is inevitably slower."

"Good, good, good!"

Commander Wei nodded repeatedly: "Then send someone to send the telegram to Shanxi, and then ask Shanxi to send someone to notify Commander Lin."

"It still doesn't work!"

The Eighth Route Army officer spread his hands and said, "Didn't I just tell you that it's going to rain in Shanxi, and the road is so muddy that we can't go on!"

"OK then!"

Commander Wei waved his hand and said helplessly: "Find a way to notify Commander Lin as soon as possible!"

"Then I'll leave first!"

After the clerk left, Commander Wei's expression changed. He lazily called the messenger and sent the words that the Eighth Route Army clerk had just said to Chongqing verbatim.