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

"General! Urgent message from the front!"

Inside the Japanese North China Front Army Headquarters, the subordinates immediately handed the telegram sent from the front line to the devil commander.

The Japanese commander, who was still practicing calligraphy, looked up at the other party and spoke.

"Is there any good news?"

After all, his 100,000-strong army was about to arrive in Shijiazhuang for support, and conveying the news at this time should be beneficial to him.

"No... General, you'd better see it for yourself."

Seeing the Japanese commander's confident expression, his subordinates were a little flustered and at a loss, and handed the telegram to him.

Hearing that there was something wrong in the other party's tone, the Japanese commander was obviously stunned, but he still took the telegram and examined it carefully.

The more he read down, the sharper the Japanese commander's gaze became. His brows kept furrowing as he stared at every word on the telegram.

"idiot……"

All I heard was the Japanese commander cursing inwardly, and then he collapsed to the ground.

"General! General!"

The subordinate immediately helped the man up and handed him a glass of water.

"This... How could my army of 100,000 be defeated? Why! Why is it like this?!"

The Japanese commander seemed to have his soul sucked out, his whole body limp as he sat on the cold ground.

His face, which used to be ferocious and arrogant, was now bloodless, as if covered with dead ashes, and his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost his perception of the world.

He could not understand how the 100,000-strong army he had carefully planned and dispatched could become so miserable in the blink of an eye.

I had clearly done all the preparations and deployed every strategic step in detail, but why did I end up in this situation?

This sudden and tragic defeat dealt him an unprecedented blow.

However, as the commander of an army, he knew that he could not continue to be defeated.

So, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to cheer himself up. He grasped the edge of the table beside him with both hands, slowly and laboriously supported his body, and stood up from the ground bit by bit.

At this moment, a subordinate came running to report: "General Matsui is now leading the remaining troops and rushing towards Peking!"

Upon hearing this news, the Japanese commander nodded slightly, but his eyes were still dull.

He then took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Now...how many troops do they have left?"

The subordinate was stunned when he heard this, obviously not expecting the commander to ask such a question.

But he quickly came to his senses, looked at the Japanese commander solemnly, and slowly replied: "Commander, according to the current situation, there are probably less than 20,000 people left..."

After saying this, he lowered his head unconsciously, as if he didn't dare to look directly into the commander's eyes full of despair and anger.

After receiving this answer, the Japanese commander did not react immediately, but turned his head silently and cast his gaze on the huge military map on the table.

His eyes wandered over the map, as if trying to find a ray of hope that could turn the tide of the battle.

At present, Shizhuang City has been occupied by the Eighth Route Army, and the entire Hebei Province has been divided into two. Only two brigades are left in southern Hebei, stationed in Xing City and Handan City respectively.

It was only a matter of time before these two cities were captured. It could be said that... southern Hebei had actually already fallen.

Now the cities of Beiping and Jinzhou are like fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

When Wang Lin's troops are reorganized again, they will definitely attack Peking, where there is no army garrison.

Now... I don't have any good solution at my disposal.

"General, should we... ask for help from Army Headquarters?"

The subordinate spoke at this time, glancing at the Japanese commander who was in thought, and tentatively asked about the other party's attitude.

After hearing these words, the Japanese commander's face instantly turned gloomy. His originally calm face now looked like the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

It was obvious that he was very unhappy about what he had just heard.

You know, before this, the Japanese commander had announced an important decision to everyone in a firm tone: no matter what difficulties and obstacles he encountered, he would never ask for help from the Army Headquarters!

Because for him, his face is more important than anything else. If he bows his head and asks for help in front of those arrogant army ministers, doesn't that mean admitting his incompetence?

And more importantly, once people knew that he was beaten to a pulp and cried out in pain by a group of seemingly insignificant Eighth Route Army soldiers.

He even lost a large amount of valuable territory and many elite soldiers. How could he have the dignity to stay in the army in the future?

Therefore, even just thinking about this possibility would make him feel uneasy and uneasy.

Although I think so in my heart, the current actual situation does not seem optimistic.

He had very few chips left in his hand. Facing wave after wave of fierce attacks and encirclements from the Eighth Route Army, he felt like a lone boat in the wind and waves, which could be completely overturned and sunk at any time.

In other words, at this moment he has actually reached the edge of collapse, and if he is not careful he will be doomed.

However, even so, the Japanese commander still held on to his so-called pride in his heart and refused to lower his noble head easily.

He straightened his back and said in an almost arrogant tone, "We still have enough strength to deal with the current predicament. We don't need to rely on the support of the Army Headquarters at all!"

These words exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, and stunned the group of people under his command on the spot.

I didn’t expect that the battle situation has developed to this point, but the Japanese commander is still giving up the overall situation for the sake of face!

"Commander! The current situation doesn't allow us to think too much! The only thing we need to do now is how to beat the Eighth Route Army back! Not for... face!"

These words were like sharp swords that cut through the sensitive glass heart of the Japanese commander, completely exposing the hypocrisy hidden within.

"you……"

The Japanese commander was speechless for a moment.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

"Commander, we must...report this to Army Headquarters!"

"commander!"

"Commander! You must do this!"

At this moment, the Japanese officer who had been listening outside the door for a long time immediately rushed in, bowed and said to the Japanese commander.

Forcing the emperor to abdicate, a complete and utter forcing of the emperor to abdicate, is a complete farce!

This is what the Japanese commander was thinking.

But... what these officers said was not wrong. If I disagree with what they said...

I'm afraid the road ahead will be really difficult.

"Since you all say so, I have no choice but to tell the Army Headquarters."

……

After this great battle, Wang Lin’s military merits and the weapons and equipment he was rewarded with exploded again.

Wang Lin also placed these weapons and equipment in Shijiazhuang City, allowing the Eighth Route Army soldiers to seize them on their own.

Now two unmanned fighter jets can no longer meet Wang Lin’s needs, and the intensity of the battle is becoming more and more intense, so the number must be increased.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Lin purchased two unmanned fighter jets and equipped them to join the army.

Two of them were deployed over North China and around Shanxi Province to prevent Japanese air force attacks, while the remaining two accompanied the special operations brigade to attack the Japanese.

"Look! So many tanks have been captured! I'm telling you, Old Ding, my tank battalion, Old Li, is about to be defeated!"

Li Yunlong stared with wide eyes and excitement at the neatly parked rows of tanks in front of him, muttering to himself.

"Wow, so many iron lumps! They really make me envious!" He said as he couldn't help rubbing his hands.

Ding Wei, who was standing nearby, couldn't help feeling unhappy when he saw this. He curled his lips, poked Li Yunlong hard with his elbow, and muttered.

"Hey! Old Li, you've taken all the good stuff, haven't you? You're such a greedy guy!"

Li Yunlong was stunned at first after being poked by Ding Wei, and then he burst into laughter.

At this moment, a group of Eighth Route Army soldiers rushed into the warehouse quickly and orderly. In a short while, they moved out all the supplies inside.

The ground was filled with guns, ammunition, food, clothing and various other items, which were so dazzling that it was hard to take in.

Wang Lin stepped forward, glanced around at the busy soldiers, then turned to the generals around him and said, "Divide these captured items among the 388th, 385th, and 387th Brigades.

After all, most of them are new recruits, and as the elders, we should take care of them."

After that, he began to command the soldiers to distribute weapons and equipment according to the needs of each brigade.

At the same time, another group of soldiers were busy sorting out the daily necessities and distributing them to the people nearby.

As the news spread, many people rushed to the square. For a time, the square was crowded with people and bustling with activity.

People consciously lined up in a long queue, like a winding dragon.

Everyone was waiting excitedly to receive the supplies distributed by the Eighth Route Army, and everyone's face was filled with joy and gratitude.

As night fell, the tumultuous day gradually quieted down. However, Wang Lin did not rest. He knew the war situation was urgent and he had to hurry to formulate the next battle plan.

So, he urgently summoned officers of all ranks. In a simple conference room, they sat together and began to discuss the battle plan against the Japanese troops in North China...

Since a large number of Japanese troops have been annihilated, the Japanese army now has almost no troops left in North China and it is impossible for them to fight any major battles.

"At present, there are no troops stationed in the two main cities in southern Hebei. Tomorrow, it will be sufficient for the Independent Regiment and the New 386st Regiment to cooperate with the th Brigade to recapture these two cities."

"I think we can quickly defeat the enemy in northern Hebei. After we finish dealing with southern Hebei, we can immediately turn our guns and attack northern Hebei."

Having said that, Wang Lin paused and continued.

"So I want to send Wang Xikui to lead some soldiers to sneak into the city of Beiping to collect some intelligence and prepare for our future attack on Beiping."