After graduating from Huangpu, he rose to prominence as a regiment leader.

Outside the sentry post outside the Fengtian Arsenal.

It was getting dark, but the noise coming from the arsenal could still be heard.

It's very cold in the north, so the devils here often drink alcohol to keep away the cold.

The cups clinked and three rounds of drinks were drunk.

"Everyone, you can imagine that if you were in the trenches, the Xia people took advantage of the night to sneak up to a position a hundred meters in front of our position, or even within a hundred meters."

A Japanese soldier named Watanabe was using his drunkenness to vividly describe the battle process to this group of seniors who had been living in comfort for a long time.

"Suddenly, shouts of killing were heard, and countless Xia people armed with submachine guns, light machine guns and grenades launched an attack. If there were no obstacles or barbed wire blocking them, these Xia people would be able to charge into our positions within ten seconds, and within fifteen seconds their grenade launchers and mortars would eliminate all exposed heavy machine gun fire points."

At this point, Watanabe couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "If we were lucky enough not to be killed by the Xia people in the first place, we would all be crouching in the trenches, with submachine guns spewing flames in front of us and hundreds or even thousands of grenades above our heads."

"All frontline firepower points will be eliminated by bullets coming from nowhere, and the mortars will be eliminated first by the artillery of the Xia people."

"The enemy is about to rush into the trenches for a close-range fight, and all we can do is use the Type 38 infantry rifles and Type 30 bayonets in our hands to fight against hundreds of submachine guns and light machine guns. The artillerymen in the rear who are fiddling with the mountain artillery and infantry artillery have no time to load the shells, and those heavy artillery don't even have time to take the dozens of kilograms of shells out of the wooden boxes-"

Watanabe's words stopped abruptly!

Because an officer interrupted him directly: "Baka! Just keep saying these words to boost the morale of the Xia people!"

"boom!"

The assistant officer slammed the table angrily and stared at Watanabe, who had escaped back from Shanxi Province, with an uncontrollable look on his face.

"It was clearly your First Army that was not doing well in the battle, so how come the Xia Nation's troops were the ones who attacked bravely?"

The lieutenant was very angry because the scene described by Watanabe was so real. It made everyone feel as if they were there, facing the unstoppable independent brigade in person.

Just look at the reactions of the people around you. These soldiers who haven't been to the battlefield for a long time are all nervous and timid like quails. How can they have the spirit of an imperial soldier at all?

"If you spread rumors in the army again, I will immediately send you to a military court and deport you back to your country!" The lieutenant officer gave Watanabe an ultimatum.

During this period of time, ever since Watanabe was recruited by them as a defeated soldier of the First Army, this damn corporal always said these fabricated things.

He simply couldn't believe how the Xia army, which had once collapsed at the first blow, could become so powerful. It was obviously because the First Army underestimated the enemy!

Just as the officer was thinking this, Watanabe, who had just been scolded by him, spoke quietly:

"Major, do you know why every new captain of our squadron always died on the battlefield?"

"Every time the wing headquarters sends a new squadron leader, these gentlemen always die one after another. Do you want to know the reason?"

For no apparent reason, the lieutenant felt a chill on his back. Although he was Watanabe's superior, he did not dare to look directly into Watanabe's eyes.

After gritting his teeth, the officer said forcefully, "Baka! I think...I think you must be mentally ill! Get out of here!"

The officer pushed Watanabe away and opened the door of the hut.

The door was opened and a biting cold wind blew in, making everyone in the room shiver.

At this time, the sky outside was becoming increasingly gloomy, with large dark clouds gathering and looking like it might rain at any time.

The non-commissioned officer stood outside the house. He took out a cigarette, took out a kerosene lighter and began to light it for himself.

"Clap!"

The cigarette was lit, and like a signal, heavy rain began to fall without warning.

"Crash!"

This is the sound of heavy rain.

"Boom!!"

This is the sound of thunder exploding in the air.

The smoking lieutenant narrowed his eyes and found that in just a moment, all visible light sources seemed to become blurry.

On such a rainy night with heavy rain, guard work became particularly difficult.

For some reason, the officer thought of the scene Watanabe had just described.

"Will the enemy take advantage of the night to get within a hundred meters of our position?"

The lieutenant shook his head. He didn't think that in such bad weather, an army could launch an attack regardless of the muddy roads and blocked artillery fire.

"Maybe I was influenced by that guy Watanabe." The lieutenant threw away the cigarette butt and prepared to return to the warm and comfortable house.

However, just as he was about to turn around, a strange sound was heard in the rainy night.

The officer felt a sudden palpitation for no reason.

He quickly turned around and looked forward!

"Boom!!!"

A ferocious bolt of lightning that pierced through half the sky exploded out of nowhere!

What kind of scene is that!

In the heavy rain, the shrill and shrill sound of the charge and thunder mixed together, as if it was the wailing sound from hell.

Amid the flashing thunder, countless soldiers in steel helmets broke through the rain, holding submachine guns, carrying long guns and short cannons, holding fluttering flags, and rushing on the muddy road with an overwhelming force, sweeping towards the arsenal!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!" The officer was so frightened by this scene that he could only rush back into the house shouting.

However, the atmosphere in the room had already been set by Watanabe.

Upon hearing that there was an enemy attack, these Japanese soldiers who were used to a life of luxury had no time to think of resisting. They were so frightened that they all wanted to run away.

"Baga! Anyone who dares to take a step back will be shot immediately!" The officer took out his pistol and tried hard to look serious.

The officer training he received made him absolutely unable to tolerate his subordinates fleeing without a fight!

"Everyone, take up your weapons and fight back! Even if the enemy is from the Xia Country Independent Brigade, you must resolutely stop them..."

"boom!"

The next second, the lieutenant was shot from behind and could not utter the rest of the words.

Everyone looked subconsciously and saw that it was Watanabe who took out his pistol with ease and killed the lieutenant who was trying to stop them from escaping.

"What are you all still standing there for? Run for your lives! Otherwise, the Independence Brigade will kill us!"

Watanabe took the lead, rushed out of the house and disappeared without a trace.

The other Japanese soldiers stood there blankly for a while, then they reacted and fled the post together.

......

Inside the Fengtian Arsenal.

In the command center, Taro Takeshita crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa with a comfortable and leisurely look on his face.

Unlike when he first arrived at the Fengtian Arsenal, Taro Takeshita has now gained a little weight and his fighting spirit is not as strong as before.

There is no other reason. The Fengtian Arsenal is located in the heart of Fengtian and is heavily guarded. No blind Xia army would come here to cause trouble.

Especially after receiving the order from General Umezu that the entire Kwantung Army would gather and enter the pass, Takeshita felt even happier.

Thinking of this, Taro Takeshita picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.

"Boom!"

"Da da da!"

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded out of nowhere, mixed with bursts of fierce gunfire.

The boiling hot tea in the cup immediately spilled all over him. Before he could even scream in pain, Takeshita Taro suddenly stood up and said, "Baka! What the hell is going on?"