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

This wave of firepower from the Eighth Route Army's artillery units was like a raging steel storm and lasted for about twenty minutes.

The dense artillery shells whizzed across the night sky, like angry meteors, continuously hitting the Japanese positions.

Then, everything suddenly stopped, and only the echo of the explosion lingered in the empty dark night for a long time.

The voice was low and eerie, like the moan of the god of death from the abyss of hell, which terrified every Japanese soldier who heard it.

Their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly, and their eyes were full of fear and anxiety.

"What the hell are these Eighth Route Army soldiers doing? Damn, it's so annoying!"

A Japanese soldier yelled in a hoarse voice towards the direction of the special operations brigade hidden in the darkness.

The anger on his face was like a raging fire, almost swallowing him whole.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were tightly gripping the gun, as if this could dispel the fear and anger in his heart.

"Damn it! They keep bombing us and then don't attack. Isn't this just torturing us?"

Another soldier started shouting, his voice filled with exhaustion, anger, and a hint of despair.

He slumped on the ground, leaning against the city wall, staring at the sky with empty eyes, as if questioning this endless darkness and why war was so cruel.

"If you want to fight, then fight hard. Don't torment us like this, you beasts!"

Shouts and curses spread across the city walls.

The Japanese soldiers vented the anger that had been pent up in their hearts for a long time without reservation.

Some of them waved their fists, while others spat at the darkness.

However, no matter how loudly they cursed, it could not change the status quo. They were still trapped in this abyss of fear and unable to escape.

However, fate did not seem to let these Japanese soldiers go.

Soon, a new round of firepower coverage from the special operations brigade, like an even more violent storm, attacked Linshi with great momentum.

The earth in the distance, which was originally shrouded in darkness, was suddenly illuminated by the dazzling firelight, as if daylight had suddenly arrived.

Countless bombs rushed into the sky with sharp whistling sounds, and like demons summoned by the god of death, they quickly fell towards the city wall of the neighboring city.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

There was another round of fierce artillery bombardment. The explosion was so powerful that the Japanese soldiers on the city wall could not even raise their heads.

The air waves generated by the explosion were like an invisible giant hand, pushing them to the ground again and again.

They could only curl up in the corner like frightened mice, pressing their bodies tightly against the cold wall to avoid the fierce attack that seemed to come from hell.

Some people covered their ears with their hands, trying to block out the deafening explosion; others prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that this nightmare would end soon.

"General! The main force of the Eighth Route Army still hasn't attacked!"

At this moment, one of his men braved the flying artillery fire, struggled through the hail of bullets, and finally arrived at the command room.

He reported every detail of the unpredictable situation outside to Tanaka Kazuo.

His face was covered in dust, and his clothes had several holes burned by the artillery fire. He was gasping for breath, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

Upon hearing the news, Tanaka Kazuo suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart.

He sighed deeply in frustration, the sound heavy and desperate.

He didn't dare to withdraw the soldiers easily. After all, he had no idea when the special operations brigade would suddenly launch an attack and catch them off guard.

He knew very well that if he retreated, the defense line might collapse in an instant, with disastrous consequences.

Therefore, he had no choice but to harden his heart and let the soldiers continue to guard the city walls under the artillery fire, always on guard against the Eighth Route Army's surprise attack.

Although he himself didn't know how long this torment would last, every minute and every second was a torture for him.

"What on earth do they want to do..."

Tanaka Kazuo's eyes were fixed on the city wall in the distance that was constantly being hit by explosions, and his heart was full of doubts.

The city wall had become riddled with holes and filled with smoke after being bombarded by artillery fire.

The Eighth Route Army had been using artillery attacks, but there was no sign of combat personnel charging. He really couldn't understand what kind of tactic this was.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety. He paced back and forth in the command room, trying to find a clue in this chaotic situation.

"General, should we withdraw some of the soldiers from the front line? That way, they can have some rest."

At this time, a subordinate came over cautiously and asked Tanaka Kazuo.

He spoke in a low voice, fearing to anger the general, who was in a very unstable mood at the moment.

He looked at Tanaka Kazuo's tired and anxious face, and his heart was filled with worry.

Hearing this, Tanaka Kazuo was suddenly struck by lightning. A light bulb went off in his mind and he instantly understood the Eighth Route Army's intention.

"I understand! They want to use this method to wear down our fighting spirit, waiting for us to tire out and keep us from resting!"

He suddenly realized, and a look of excitement appeared on his face, and a spark of hope seemed to be rekindled in his eyes.

He spoke excitedly to the officers around him, gesturing with his hands as if to show them his discovery.

Then he quickly walked to the map and carefully looked at the deployment on it.

His eyes moved quickly across the map, trying to find a solution from the complex lines and marks.

"Humph... You still want to use this trick against us? You are so cunning..."

He snorted coldly, already having a plan in mind.

"Where's Kojima Jin? Tell him to send out his troops and attack the Eighth Route Army outside! Quick!"

He gave the order loudly, his voice full of decisiveness and resolution.

He decided not to sit and wait for death. Since he had seen through the Eighth Route Army's plan, he had to take the initiative, disrupt the deployment of the special operations brigade, and buy himself a chance of survival.

Upon hearing the order, Jin Kojima quickly came in front of Kazuo Tanaka.

"General!"

He straightened up and responded loudly. Although he felt a little nervous, he tried to appear calm.

He knew that this mission was of vital importance to him. If he succeeded, he might be able to redeem himself from his previous failure.

"Alright! Now you will immediately lead a regiment and attack the Eighth Route Army positions under cover of darkness! Remember, you must fight quickly and decisively to atone for your mistakes!"

Tanaka Kazuo looked at Kojima Jin with a firm gaze and gave the order.

There was both expectation and a hint of warning in his eyes, as if telling Jin Kojima that he must not fail again this time.

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, Jin Kojima quickly led his troops to set off.

They sneaked out from the other side of the city, through the gate that was not guarded by the Eighth Route Army.

Then, under the cover of the dense woods and in the darkness of the night, they moved quickly towards the Eighth Route Army like ghosts.

Their footsteps were light, trying not to make any noise. Everyone had a tense and alert look on their face, holding their weapons tightly, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

"The main force of the Eighth Route Army is stationed ahead!"

A Japanese scout quickly ran to Xiaodao Jin and reported the situation to him in a low voice.

He lowered his voice, fearing that he would be discovered by the enemy.

"Alright! Immediately send a small force to advance ahead and continue..."

Before Xiaodao Jin could finish his words, suddenly, a burst of dense gunfire came from the distant hillside.

The gunshots were like popping beans, breaking the silence of the night.

Suddenly, a dense mass of flames appeared above the hillside, like evil fireworks suddenly blooming in the night sky, or like countless pairs of angry eyes, flashing murderous intent in the darkness.

It turned out that some soldiers of the New 1st Regiment, who had been lying in ambush for a long time, had already discovered that the Japanese troops were sneaking through the woods.

They hide in the darkness, like cheetahs, quietly waiting for their prey to approach.

Their eyes are firm and sharp, not missing any details.

When they found the right opportunity, they decisively opened fire at the Japanese troops who wanted to launch a sneak attack.

For a moment, the sounds of gunfire and shouting mixed together, breaking the tranquility of the night.

"Baga Yalu! How did these Eighth Route Army soldiers find us?!"

The Japanese soldiers were panicked and cursed loudly.

Their faces were filled with fear and surprise, and their original plans were completely disrupted.

Some people looked around, trying to find the enemy's location; others were so scared that they stood there, at a loss as to what to do.

"Quick! Prepare to counterattack! Fire with mortars!"

The Japanese officers tried to organize a counterattack, shouting at the top of their lungs.

They waved their command swords, trying to cheer up the confused soldiers.

However, under this sudden attack, their voices seemed so weak and powerless.

"Don't run around! Hide behind the trees and shoot!"

In the chaos, the soldiers hurriedly sought cover and tried to resist the attack of the Eighth Route Army.

They frantically fired at the fire on the hillside, but their counterattack seemed futile.

The firepower of the Eighth Route Army was so strong that they were scattered by continuous explosions and gunfire before they could deploy their battle formation.

The soldiers fled in all directions, and the originally neat team became scattered in an instant, like fallen leaves blown by the wind.

At this time, in the command center on the other side, Wang Lin was taking a short rest with his eyes closed.

After days of intense fighting and planning, a trace of fatigue appeared on his face.

A scout came in hurriedly and told him that Kojima Jin was leading his troops to prepare for a surprise attack.

"Brigade Commander! A small group of Japanese soldiers came from the west of the city and tried to attack our position, but they have been stopped by our ambush!"

Scout said breathlessly.

There was a hint of excitement and nervousness in his voice; this was an important battle after all.

Hearing this, Wang Lin immediately stood up and asked seriously, "What's the current battle situation?"

His eyes revealed a calmness and decisiveness, as if he could see through everything.

"The Japanese army has suffered heavy losses. It looks like it won't be long before they are completely wiped out!"

The scout reported.

His face was filled with a confident smile and he was full of confidence in victory.

Hearing that the Japanese sneak attack force was about to be annihilated, Wang Lin felt a little calmer.

But at this moment, a trace of vigilance also arose in his heart.

Since his plan has been discovered by the enemy and the Japanese army has sent troops to launch a surprise attack, it means that the next battle will be even more difficult.

He knew very well that the enemy would not give up easily and would definitely try every possible means to fight back.

It seems that the time node for the early morning attack must be advanced, otherwise all the efforts will be wasted.

"Order the troops to prepare for battle now. After repelling this group of Japanese troops, all troops will follow my orders and attack Linshi!"

Wang Lin gave the order decisively.

His voice was firm and powerful, full of the majesty of a leader.

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the scout quickly passed it on.

Soon, this order was passed on to combat units at all levels, and the soldiers began to make preparations for war.

They checked their weapons and equipment, adjusted their uniforms, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

A more intense battle is about to begin.

"No! Let's retreat!"

"There are too many enemies and their firepower is too strong. If this continues, we will all die here!"

On the battlefield, Kojima Jin's men urged him to retreat.

Their faces were filled with fear and exhaustion, and their bodies bore varying degrees of injuries.

Looking at the soldiers falling around him, Jin Kojima felt very conflicted.

In fact, he was still thinking about proving his ability through this sneak attack. After all, he had already promised Tanaka Kazuo.

If he failed again this time, he couldn't imagine what kind of accusations he would face.

He was struggling painfully in his heart, on the one hand, there was the desire for victory, and on the other hand, there was the cruel reality.

"Sir! Retreat!"

The men begged again.

There was despair and helplessness in their voices, hoping that Jin Kojima could make the right decision.

Looking at the tragic scene on the battlefield, the falling comrades, and the blood splattering everywhere, Jin Kojima's heart finally wavered.

"Everyone! Retreat!"

He finally gave the order to retreat.

His voice was filled with helplessness and frustration, as if he had suddenly lost all his strength.

Immediately afterwards, the Japanese surprise attack regiment retreated with difficulty amid the hail of bullets from the Eighth Route Army.

They ran all the way, some of them looked back and shot while running, trying to stop the Eighth Route Army's pursuit.

Some people ignored the pain and ran forward desperately, hoping to escape from this place of death as soon as possible.

Finally, they successfully retreated back to Lin City.

"General! Mission... failed!"

With a frustrated look on his face, Hitoshi Kojima rushed into the command room and reported to Kazuo Tanaka.

He lowered his head very low, not daring to look directly into Tanaka Kazuo's eyes, and his voice was full of guilt and self-blame.

"Failed again?"

When Tanaka Kazuo heard the news, he seemed to have become numb to failure and even uttered the word "again" unconsciously.

In an instant, he seemed to have lost all his strength, slumped in the chair, staring blankly ahead.

His heart was filled with despair and helplessness, as if the whole world was collapsing at this moment.

He didn't know what to do next. This war seemed to have pushed him into a desperate situation.