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

"Where are the reinforcements from the other three directions now?"

Inoue Taro was extremely anxious. He turned his head suddenly and looked at his subordinates beside him. His face was already full of panic and anxiety. His usual dignity was washed away by worry.

"They're coming soon! They're expected to arrive in four hours!"

The subordinates did not dare to slack off in the slightest. They immediately straightened their backs and reported loudly to Inoue Taro. Their voices echoed in the slightly depressing command center.

Then, Inoue Taro quickly stood up and almost trotted towards the huge map.

He stretched out his hand, his index finger trembling slightly, and pointed towards the city on the map, speaking anxiously.

"Order Xushi's reinforcements not to enter Zhengshi City. Prepare to attack them when the Eighth Route Army begins its siege. Join forces with our defenders inside to attack them from both inside and outside!"

There was unquestionable determination in his tone, trying to turn the tide at this critical moment.

"Yes!" The subordinate responded decisively, turned around and quickly conveyed Inoue Taro's instructions.

After Inoue Taro made a plan, he paced back and forth in the command center, looking up at the clock on the wall from time to time. Every second that passed was like a heavy knock on his heart.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the reinforcements successfully entered the city.

The Japanese troops that set out from Xu City also arrived quietly and ambushed not far from Zheng City as planned.

They hid in the dark, quietly waiting for the battle to begin, like a group of lurking wolves.

"General! The reinforcements have arrived successfully! Please give instructions!" At this time, the Japanese division commander hurried to Inoue Taro, first bowed respectfully to him, and then spoke loudly.

"Yoshi! The Eighth Route Army isn't far from Zheng City anymore. Hurry and consolidate the defenses outside the city!"

A fierce look flashed in Inoue Taro's eyes, and he immediately said, "Send a brigade to the outside of the city for defense, and cooperate with the ambushing troops and the Eighth Route Army to attack!"

He spoke out all the plans in his mind at once, as if declaring his unyielding spirit to fate.

The subordinate immediately took the order, tapped his heels together, saluted in a standard military salute, and then led the troops to carry out the order quickly. The footsteps echoed in the corridor and gradually faded away.

While Taro Inoue was nervously deploying his troops in the command center on how to deal with the special operations brigade, Wang Lin had quietly led his troops to the outskirts of Zheng City.

The sentry at the Japanese outer defense position opened his eyes wide and discovered the neat and large team of the special operations brigade through the telescope. Their figures were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

"Brigade Commander! The Eighth Route Army's main force is coming!" The Japanese scout trotted all the way to the brigade commander and reported the situation to him breathlessly.

"Alright! Everyone, get ready for battle immediately! Get ready to teach these damned Chinese people a lesson!"

The brigade commander said viciously, with a ferocious smile on his face, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Yes!" The soldiers responded in unison, with a hint of nervousness in their voices, but more of the madness that was incited.

Just as this group of Japanese soldiers were crouching, holding their guns, preparing to launch a sneak attack on the special operations brigade, and naively believed that they were still in the dark, suddenly, a loud explosion came from a distant position, as if a thunderclap exploded in their ears.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Violent explosions came one after another from the Japanese positions. The continuous artillery shells were like the gods of death falling from the sky, bringing with them whistling winds and powerful killing power, and they quickly fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the heads of these Japanese devils.

The shock wave generated by the explosion was like a pair of invisible giant hands, directly dismembering and shattering the Japanese troops.

For a moment, the battlefield was littered with blood and flesh, broken limbs and blurred corpses, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

"Quick! Hide! Prepare for battle!" The Japanese officer shouted at the top of his lungs, but in the face of the fierce artillery fire, his voice seemed so weak.

Faced with this sudden attack, the Japanese troops were completely unprepared. Their defense line was shattered in the first moment, and the soldiers fled in all directions, completely losing organization and discipline.

"General! Our frontline troops have been attacked fiercely by the Eighth Route Army! We have suffered heavy casualties!

If we continue like this, we won't be able to withstand the attack of the Eighth Route Army!"

At this time, in the Japanese command center, a subordinate looked panicked and almost crawled to Inoue Taro to report, his voice filled with despair and fear.

"General! Let's hurry up and leave Zheng City!"

Another officer was also anxiously persuading him, his face full of worry, and his eyes were full of pleading when he looked at Inoue Taro.

Inoue Taro widened his eyes, unable to believe that the Eighth Route Army had attacked Zhengzhou like a force descending from the sky, and even directly threatened his life.

He was unwilling to accept the defeat, clenching his teeth and with veins bulging on his forehead, he was unwilling to believe that he had failed.

"No, I can't leave! We still have so many soldiers in the city, we can definitely defeat these Chinese!"

Inoue Taro roared, his voice echoing in the command center. His eyes revealed a hint of madness and stubbornness. He was obviously unwilling to escape in disgrace, and wanted to stay in the city and fight to the death with Wang Lin and the others.

Immediately afterwards, more officers rushed in like a tide, each of them with a worried look on their faces and furrowed brows, their eyes all focused on Inoue Taro.

"General! For your safety, let's hurry up and leave Zheng City!" The officers spoke one after another, their voices full of concern and anxiety.

Faced with the urging of so many people, Taro Inoue wanted to say something, his lips trembling slightly, but when he saw the anxious and determined looks of his subordinates, the words on the tip of his tongue could not be uttered.

"You..." Inoue Taro started to speak, but was interrupted again.

"General! Please! You are the commander of the entire army! You cannot be threatened by anyone!"

The Japanese officers all bowed to Inoue Taro and begged him, their bodies bent so low that they almost touched the ground. They were determined to move the other party to the rear, their eyes full of earnestness.

Seeing his men like this, Inoue Taro knew that he could not stay here any longer. His shoulders drooped slightly, as if all his strength had been drained away. In the end, he could only reluctantly agree to the request.

Soon, surrounded by a group of guards, Taro Inoue took a special car and quickly moved to Los Angeles with a lonely look on his face.

His eyes were always looking in the direction of Zheng City, as if he wanted to deeply imprint the last scene of this city in his mind, so as to avoid the thunder-like edge of the special operations brigade.

As soon as Inoue Taro left, Wang Lin's special operations brigade immediately laid the groundwork in an orderly manner.

"Commander, the troops are ready and awaiting your orders!"

Ding Wei strode forward and came to Li Yunlong to report in high spirits. His face was filled with excitement and anticipation, as if he had already seen the fruits of victory.

"Okay, order the artillery positions to begin bombardment! Prepare for battle!"

Wang Lin had a determined look and sharp eyes. He immediately issued a battle order. His voice was like a loud bell, echoing on the battlefield and arousing the fighting spirit in the hearts of the soldiers.

Immediately afterwards, the artillery positions behind the special operations brigade launched a fierce bombardment. The artillery pieces roared in unison, and flames spewed out of the muzzles.

Countless artillery shells, with whistling sounds, were fired towards the Japanese positions on the Zhengzhou city wall like angry fire dragons, causing violent explosions there.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky and smoke filled the air. The Japanese defense line on the city wall was destroyed to pieces. Those originally solid fortifications were like paper in the face of this powerful artillery fire and could not withstand the artillery attack at all.

"Damn it! The Eighth Route Army's artillery is too powerful!" The Japanese officer roared angrily, his face full of fear and unwillingness.

"Call for reinforcements! Hurry!" another soldier shouted in panic, his voice trembling.

"We just need to withstand this wave of bombing! We must hold on!" There were soldiers cheering themselves up in despair, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the sound of the explosions.

The Japanese positions were in chaos at this time. The soldiers fled everywhere and collided with each other. Facing the intensive bombing of the special operations brigade, they had no chance of fighting back and could only tremble in this steel storm.

After an unknown amount of time, the artillery bombardment gradually decreased, the roar gradually weakened, and then disappeared completely. The battlefield fell into a brief silence, with only the smoke slowly dissipating.

"The artillery has stopped..." A Japanese soldier cautiously stuck his head out and looked outside, with a hint of luck and doubt in his voice.

Just as the Japanese soldiers were still wondering what would happen next, they heard the low sound of engines turning in the distance. The sound became louder and louder, as if thousands of troops were galloping towards them.

In the distance, dozens or even hundreds of tanks appeared on the ground where thick smoke was billowing.

They were like giant steel beasts, driving towards the city wall in a mighty manner, their tracks rolling over the ground, making a dull sound.

The tanks were surrounded by Eighth Route Army soldiers. They worked closely together and carried out a tactical advance with coordinated infantry and tanks. The soldiers' eyes were firm and full of fighting spirit, as if they were unstoppable.

With the attack of the Eighth Route Army's infantry and tank coordinated forces, the Japanese defense line quickly collapsed, and the soldiers abandoned their weapons and armor and fled in all directions.

The tank gun on top of the tank gradually aimed at the dilapidated city gate, the muzzle flashed coldly, and then fired countless shells in unison.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the city gate was directly blown into pieces, and the raised dust covered the sky.

"Charge! Charge! Kill these little devils!"

"Kill these bastards for me!"

"Kill! Kill!"

In an instant, the soldiers of the special operations brigade rushed in from the city gates in four directions like a surging tide, holding submachine guns in their hands, with flames of anger burning in their eyes, and frantically firing at the fleeing Japanese troops in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, the Japanese soldiers fell down and the ground was stained red with blood.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers were also blood-thirsty, their fingers tightly gripping the triggers, firing strings of bullets at the fleeing Japanese troops. Their shouts of killing were deafening, as if they wanted to completely eliminate the invaders from this land.

Finally, the special operations brigade pushed the war to the Japanese command headquarters.

After a fierce battle, the soldiers engaged in close combat with the Japanese army. Relying on their tenacious will and superb combat skills, they eliminated the Japanese army one by one.

Finally, the Japanese army was completely wiped out, Zhengzhou was declared liberated, and this war-torn city finally returned to the embrace of the people.

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"General, Zheng City has fallen..."

On the way to Los Angeles, a signalman with a panicked look came carefully to Inoue Taro and told him the bad news.

He suddenly became dejected, his eyes were empty, and he was even a little dazed. His body shook as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Obviously, he was unwilling to accept this cruel fact.

Almost all the troops from Henan Province were wiped out in this battle, with only a small number of troops left to defend the city.

It was only a matter of time before these cities were captured by Wang Lin's field brigade. The once seemingly solid defense line melted like ice and snow under the powerful offensive of the Eighth Route Army.

"General..." The subordinate looked at Inoue Taro's distorted expression and spoke in a low voice with a hint of sympathy and helplessness in his voice.

Amid the shouts of his men around him, Taro Inoue gradually came to his senses. He took a deep breath, as if trying to swallow down the pain and unwillingness in his heart.

"I can't stay in Henan Province anymore, I'm going to Wuchang."

Inoue Taro's voice was low and hoarse, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He looked at the scenery rapidly receding outside the car window, feeling mixed emotions. The shadow of this failure would probably hang over his heart forever.