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

Meanwhile, the situation within Wuchang was not optimistic. Like a massive trap, Wuchang had successfully trapped two fleeing Japanese divisions. Holed up in the city, these Japanese troops remained in a state of panic, awaiting the Special Operations Brigade's fatal blow.

"Old Li! Old Ding! You two are the great heroes of this battle!"

Wang Lin smiled as he quickly stepped forward and shook hands tightly with Li Yunlong and Ding Wei, his eyes full of admiration and satisfaction.

"Hey! Commander! You really gave this job to the right person! I'm exhausted!"

Li Yunlong frowned, his face revealing an exaggerated look of grievance. He pretended to wipe the nonexistent sweat from his forehead while complaining to Wang Lin. His vivid expression and tone made people laugh.

"Alright, alright! Our brigade commander knows it, look at you!"

Ding Wei looked at Li Yunlong's funny appearance and couldn't help laughing and scolding, but his eyes were full of familiarity and affection for this old comrade.

"Hahahahaha! Don't worry! You'll definitely benefit when the time comes!"

Wang Lin couldn't help but laugh out loud, and patted the two men's shoulders vigorously. The action was full of trust and encouragement.

"Then... when do we attack Wuchang?"

At this time, Li Yunlong stretched his head like a curious child, and asked with excitement in his eyes.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

Wang Lin raised his eyebrows and asked back with a smile on his face.

"No, no, I'm just asking. Isn't this the final stage?"

Li Yunlong chuckled and scratched his head, his eyes revealing his unconcealable eagerness and anticipation.

Looking at Li Yunlong's little eyes, Wang Lin shook his head helplessly, but a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"We will set out after an hour's rest and pursue the victory. The Japanese army is very tired now. We must seize this opportunity to capture Wuchang in one fell swoop!

Otherwise, I don’t know how difficult it will be later on!”

Wang Lin's expression turned serious, and he spoke out his plan in an orderly manner.

After hearing this, Li Yunlong and Ding Wei nodded solemnly in agreement, their eyes full of determination.

Afterwards, the soldiers of the special operations brigade seized this precious hour and carefully organized their weapons and equipment.

They cleaned their guns, checked their ammunition, and made sure every weapon was in top condition.

An hour later, the soldiers were in high spirits, lined up in an orderly manner, and immediately headed towards Wuchang.

Since Xiao City is very close to Wuchang, the special operations brigade marched quickly and arrived at the outskirts of Wuchang City in a short time.

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"General! Eighth Route Army troops have been spotted 20 kilometers away! They're almost here!"

The Japanese scout rushed into the command room in a panic, stumbling and almost falling.

He gasped for breath, his voice trembling, and immediately reported what he had discovered to Taro Inoue.

Upon hearing the news, Inoue Taro's face instantly turned gloomy. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Alas... What is coming will eventually come!"

Then, as if forcing himself to regain consciousness, he immediately came to his senses and shouted an order: "Order all troops to hold the city gates! Do not retreat a single step!

We must persevere to the end! Keep these Eighth Route Army soldiers out of the city!"

There was a hint of determination in that voice, but it couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the subordinate hurried out to convey the command.

After giving the order, Inoue Taro looked out the window with empty eyes, his thoughts racing like a tangled mess.

He couldn't help but fantasize that he could successfully defeat the Eighth Route Army, become a hero of the empire, and enjoy endless glory.

Unfortunately, he knew in his heart that this was nothing but an unrealistic fantasy.

"General, let's go into the air-raid shelter. It's really unsafe outside."

The subordinate came to Inoue Taro and advised cautiously, his face full of worry.

But this stubborn "samurai" was not willing to do so at all. His face was filled with rage, and he shouted loudly: "I am an imperial general. How can I hide in an air-raid shelter? This is a disgrace to the samurai spirit!"

In his opinion, retreating and hiding are manifestations of cowardice, and even in the face of desperate situations, one must stick to the so-called "glory".

At this time, the special operations brigade had completely surrounded every location of Wuchang City like a tight net, and all five city gates were blocked.

As long as any Japanese troops escaped from the city, there was only one outcome waiting for them, and that was death.

"Brigade Commander, the troops are ready."

The adjutant came to Wang Lin and reported in a serious tone.

Wang Lin checked the time, a look of determination flashing in his eyes, and he immediately issued a battle order: "Order all units to begin the attack on Wuchang! Artillery units prepare for bombardment!"

As Wang Lin's order was issued, the artillery of the entire special operations brigade pointed at the sky, and the black muzzles were aimed at the Japanese positions on the city wall.

However, the Japanese troops on the city wall were still unaware of this. They were still nervously arranging their defenses, completely unaware that there were hundreds of cannons pointing at their positions.

Once these artillery pieces are fired in unison, they will disappear from this world in an instant, leaving no trace behind.

"Start attacking!"

Wang Lin gave an order, and his voice resounded throughout the battlefield like a huge bell.

In an instant, artillery launched an attack on Wuchang City.

Countless artillery shells were fired into the sky from the Eighth Route Army positions, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, and then drew a beautiful yet deadly arc, hitting the Japanese troops in the city directly.

The violent explosion resounded through the sky and flames shot up into the sky, leaving them with nowhere to escape.

The flames instantly engulfed them, and the powerful shock wave shattered their bodies, leaving them no time to react.

The Japanese soldiers who were hiding behind the bunker in the previous second were blown into pieces by the artillery shells in the next second, with their limbs and arms flying everywhere.

"General! West Gate is sending an emergency! Our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties! Requesting support!"

His subordinates rushed into the command room, looking panicked and asking for support from Taro Inoue in a crying voice.

Just as Inoue Taro was about to say something, another soldier rushed in from outside the door and shouted, "General! There are heavy casualties at the north gate! We can't hold on any longer!"

Now Inoue Taro stood there in a daze, his mind went blank for a moment, and he had no idea what to do.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His heart was filled with despair and helplessness.

"Every defense line is on the verge of collapse! Everyone must hold on! Absolutely no retreat!"

Inoue Taro came to his senses and shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to boost morale, but his voice was trembling unconcealably.

"Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, two violent explosions erupted around the headquarters, their immense force shaking the entire room. Dust rained down from the roof, and even wall plaster and bricks fell from above.

"General, be careful!"

The men immediately rushed over and used their bodies to protect Inoue Taro to prevent him from getting hurt.

After everything around him had settled, Inoue Taro slowly got up from the ground.

He looked at the mess around him, the collapsed walls, the broken tables and chairs, the documents scattered all over the floor, and the defenses in his heart completely collapsed.

He seemed to have understood something, his eyes became empty and confused, he turned around silently, and walked towards the air-raid shelter with heavy steps.

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"Order the troops to begin the attack! Seize the opportunity to attack the Japanese defense line!"

Seeing that the Japanese positions had been suppressed by artillery fire and could not raise their heads, Wang Lin knew that the time was ripe. With a firm look in his eyes, he immediately ordered the combat troops on standby in the rear to begin attacking the Japanese defense line.

The Special Operations Brigade's tanks, accompanied by infantry, launched an attack on the Japanese defenses on the city wall. The roar of the tanks was deafening, and the crushing of their tracks on the ground raised clouds of dust. The infantry followed closely behind, shouting, their morale high.

"It's a tank! Hurry up and bring up the mortars! Prepare to counterattack!"

When the Japanese soldiers on the city wall saw the special operations brigade's tank troops appear in their sight, they panicked instantly. The soldiers ran around, shouting loudly, trying to organize an effective counterattack.

But before they could launch a counterattack, the tank turrets began to rotate, and the muzzles were pointed at the Japanese defense line above the city wall.

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

Accompanied by the sound of tank guns firing, flames splashed everywhere. The Japanese soldiers who had just come to their senses were hit by the sudden artillery fire and could not raise their heads.

They had no idea that the firepower of these Eighth Route Army tank units was even stronger than their own tank units, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

"Baga Yalu! These Eighth Route Army soldiers... they really deserve to die!"

The Japanese commander roared angrily, but to no avail.

Soon, amid the Japanese soldiers' cries of pain, the city gates were knocked down one by one, successfully opening up a path for attack.

"The city gate is broken!"

The Eighth Route Army soldiers outside the city poured into the city like a tide and began to fight with the Japanese army inside the city.

They held guns and rushed forward bravely, their shouts shaking the sky.

Faced with the well-equipped and fiercely fighting Eighth Route Army, these Japanese troops were no match for them at all. They could only fight desperately, but one after another fell in a pool of blood and lost their lives.

It wasn't long before the Eighth Route Army successfully pushed the front line to the vicinity of the Japanese headquarters.

At this time, Taro Inoue in the air-raid shelter heard the sound of gunfire getting closer and closer. He had been pretending to be calm, but now he was extremely panicked.

His body was trembling slightly, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.

"No! This can't go on! I surrender! I surrender!"

Inoue Taro stood up numbly, muttering to himself, and walked out of the air-raid shelter step by step.

Amidst the extremely shocked gazes of his men behind him, he slowly pushed open the door of the air-raid shelter, as if bidding farewell to his past ambitions and madness.