Anti-Japanese War: Plunder the devils to create a super army

"Division Commander! The reinforcements...can't arrive!"

The subordinate hurried into the room with a nervous look on his face, saluted the Japanese division commander sitting at his desk, and then began to report in detail the latest news from the headquarters.

"Report to His Excellency, General! Due to the stubborn resistance of the Eighth Route Army, the troops we originally planned to reinforce the Eastern Front have not yet arrived at the battlefield.

Moreover, according to the feedback from the front line, the firepower currently displayed by the Eighth Route Army is becoming more and more fierce, and our army’s situation is worrying!

If this continues, I'm afraid we'll be wiped out here today."

After listening to the report from his subordinates, the Japanese division commander's face became terribly gloomy. He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and silently stared at the smoke-filled battlefield in the distance.

After a moment's silence, he turned around, his eyes fixed on the samurai sword at his waist, which symbolized honor and dignity.

I saw him gently holding the hilt of the knife with his right hand, as if he was going through a fierce struggle and decision in his heart.

As time passed, the sounds of gunfire and shouts of killing continued to rise and fall in the ears.

Finally, with a dull thud, the Japanese defense line was like a burst dam, and was defeated layer by layer by the Eighth Route Army's surging offensive.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, those Japanese officers who were usually arrogant drew their swords in despair and chose to commit suicide by seppuku without hesitation, defending the so-called military honor in this extreme way.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the Japanese reinforcements in the middle also suffered a devastating disaster.

They were completely powerless to fight back against the encirclement tactics carefully planned by the special operations brigade and were all wiped out in a short period of time, with no one spared.

The Japanese troops responsible for defending the eastern front were in an even more miserable state. Faced with the 386th Brigade that was chasing them relentlessly, they were unable to advance even a single step and could only struggle to survive in the hail of bullets.

"Brigade Commander! The Special Operations Brigade has completely wiped out both Japanese reinforcements! They are heading towards us quickly!"

When the old brigade commander heard the exciting news, his face, which had been tense and tired, gradually smoothed out the deep wrinkles like carved stones, just like the earth that had been dry for a long time and was finally moistened by the rain.

He knew in his heart that the dawn of victory that the soldiers had won with their blood and lives was finally beginning to appear, and their previous selfless resistance was not in vain.

"Great!" the old brigade commander shouted, his voice filled with passion and heroism. "Everyone, hurry up and gather all your forces to prepare to deliver the final, fatal blow to these little devils!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded in unison. This neat and loud answer resounded through the sky, as if it was about to break through the sky.

As the old brigade commander issued firm and powerful orders, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army instantly became more intense.

Countless shells poured down like raindrops and fell into the Japanese camp.

Every violent explosion raised billowing smoke and dust, causing the Japanese soldiers to scream and howl in agony, resulting in heavy casualties.

A panicked Japanese signalman stumbled to the division commander and reported breathlessly.

"Your Excellency, Division Commander! This is bad! A large number of the Eighth Route Army's main forces suddenly appeared on our west side!"

Upon hearing this, the Japanese division commander's face suddenly changed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He did not dare to delay for a moment and hurriedly reported the emergency to the headquarters via radio.

At this moment, in the Japanese military headquarters, the devil commander was standing in front of a huge battle map, his brows furrowed, staring intently at the intricate enemy and friendly situation markings on it.

The perfect battle plan, which was originally thought to be foolproof, was now completely disrupted due to the tenacious resistance of the Eighth Route Army and the sudden arrival of reinforcements.

Seeing his elite troops being defeated and even being eaten away by the fierce offensive of the Eighth Route Army, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fatigue surging into his heart like a tide.

"How on earth did this battle turn out like this..." The Japanese commander muttered to himself, his eyes revealing despair and confusion.

He was once full of confidence, but now facing such a difficult situation, he found that he no longer had many chips to turn the tide.

"Plane, let the planes continue bombing! Hurry!"

The Japanese commander still couldn't believe that he had completely lost at this moment, and even forgot that his plane had been almost bombed some time ago.

"General! We..."

The subordinate was about to say something else, but suddenly stopped.

The Japanese commander gasped and gradually accepted this reality.

"We can't fight any more now..."

He also realized very clearly that the troops under his command could no longer continue to fight with the Eighth Route Army.

We must conserve our strength.

"Let the remaining troops withdraw to Peking."

The Japanese commander left only one sentence and then turned and left.

……

"Brigade Commander! The Japs are retreating!"

Inside the special operations brigade headquarters, a soldier excitedly rushed into the room and immediately told Wang Lin the good news.

"Retreat?" When Wang Lin heard the news, he was suddenly stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He could never have imagined that this group of Japanese devils who were usually arrogant and domineering could be so vulnerable. The battle had just begun and they retreated in a hurry like dogs that had lost their homes.

Wang Lin couldn't help but snort coldly, his heart filled with contempt and disdain: "Humph... just run away like this? What a bunch of useless trash!

I thought I could teach them a lesson, but I didn’t expect it to be over so quickly.”

Although he felt a little regretful that he failed to annihilate all the Japanese troops this time, Wang Lin felt a little relieved when he thought that the main task - successfully lifting the siege of Heng City - had been successfully completed.

After all, from a grand strategic perspective, there was nothing wrong with this operation.

Wang Lin gathered his thoughts briefly, then decisively issued an order: "Notify Li Yunlong and Ding Wei immediately and have them come to me as soon as possible. We need to discuss the next plan of action together."

The soldier standing by quickly responded, "Yes!" After receiving the order, the soldier quickly turned around and left to convey the instructions.

After a fierce battle, Wang Lin not only made great military achievements again, but also seized a large number of military medals and many advanced weapons and equipment.

He directed his soldiers in an orderly manner to carefully move the spoils to the train carriages left behind by the Japanese army.

Watching the originally empty carriage gradually being filled, Wang Lin's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile.

Just then, Kong Jie rushed over after hearing the news.

When he saw the mountains of weapons and ammunition in the train car, his eyes widened into the size of copper bells, his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, and he was completely stunned by the scene.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my God! How much stuff did this guy seize? It's unbelievable!"

"Old Kong, you haven't seen the world, have you? Are you frightened by just this little thing?"

While carrying these weapons, Li Yunlong mocked Kong Jie.

"Okay, okay, I really haven't seen so many things."

"When we seized weapons and equipment in Jin Province, we didn't see you like this!"

Kong Jie just laughed and walked forward to carry out the equipment.

……

"Commissioner! This... take a look!"

Inside the Chongqing Provisional Government.

The secretary walked quickly into the president's office and placed a telegram on the table in front of the bald man.

Hearing the voice, the bald man slowly turned around and looked at the document on the table.

"This is……"

The bald man frowned and looked up at the secretary in front of him.

"About the Eighth Route Army."

Just a few words made the bald man's heart shrink.

"Eighth Route Army?"

The bald man picked up the document in front of him and examined it carefully.

The more he looked, the more strange his facial expression seemed. He even frowned and said nothing.

After reading the last line, I finally put the document on the table.

"Ugh……"

He just sighed deeply and looked out the window.

"I didn't expect that these Eighth Route Army soldiers... could actually beat those little devils back step by step."

The bald man sighed slightly, his tone full of unwillingness.

The telegram stated that the Eighth Route Army had recently defeated three Japanese reinforcements and occupied a city in North China.

This news dealt a fatal blow to the bald man's heart.

The troops under his command were not even as good as the Eighth Route Army in fighting the Japanese!

It's unbelievable.

Moreover, Shanxi Province has been occupied by the Eighth Route Army troops. If Hebei Province and the entire North China region are also occupied by the Eighth Route Army.

The consequences of this are simply unimaginable!

By then, the existence of the Eighth Route Army would only further affect his own rule.

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

"Chairman, should we... just do the surface work first?"

The secretary standing by asked in a low voice.

The bald man frowned, and I don’t know what he was thinking about.

Finally, the bald man sat down on the chair with a relaxed expression.

"Holding a press conference is just a superficial formality, praising the Eighth Route Army soldiers and that's it. There's no need to make it so grand."

After saying that, the bald man waved his hand, signaling the other party to hurry up and do this.

After the secretary left, the bald man stared at the map and pondered for a long time.

At present, the Eighth Route Army is becoming increasingly powerful, and it will inevitably occupy more land in the future, which is completely detrimental to the development of the National Army.

What’s even more terrible is that if they occupy the Northeast in the future... all the heavy industry is concentrated there.

The consequences could be disastrous.

"In this case……"

The bald man set his sights on the Kuomintang troops located in Zhongtiao Mountain.

Now the Japanese troops in Shanxi Province and northern Hebei have been tied down by the Eighth Route Army. Under the current circumstances, the Eighth Route Army must not be allowed to continue to develop.

These national troops in our hands must be sent out to fight as soon as possible to seize territory and gain the initiative.

Thinking of this, Baldy immediately picked up the phone and prepared to send an order to the National Army troops in Zhongtiao Mountain to send troops immediately.

"Order the defenders of Zhongtiao Mountain to immediately move to Hunan Province and engage in battle with the Japanese army. We must recapture the lost territory!"