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

"General! You can't do this! You are a high-ranking general of the empire! You can't surrender like this!"

The officer behind him had a flushed face and wide-open eyes. His originally fanatical and determined eyes were now distorted by shock and anger.

His heart felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe, chilling him instantly.

He shouted at Inoue Taro at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing in the corridor of the air-raid shelter, carrying endless unwillingness and despair, trying to bring back Inoue Taro's mind that had been occupied by fear and the desire to survive.

However, faced with the difficult choice between life and death, Inoue Taro just slowly turned around and looked at the other person with empty and tired eyes.

That glance seemed to carry countless helplessness and struggles. Then, he resolutely pushed open the door of the air-raid shelter and took the step that determined his fate.

On the scale of life and death, he finally chose to survive and abandoned the so-called Bushido spirit and imperial glory.

In this way, under the fierce offensive of the special operations brigade soldiers like a storm, the war-torn city of Wuchang was successfully liberated.

The land that was once trampled by the Japanese army has now returned to the embrace of the Chinese people.

As the largest industrial city in central China, the return of Wuchang was not only a major military victory, but also a great awakening and inspiration of the national spirit.

The news spread quickly to the Eighth Route Army headquarters as if it had wings.

The entire headquarters was instantly immersed in a sea of jubilation, and everyone cheered for this hard-won victory in the battle.

"Our special operations brigade is truly invincible! We've already taken Wuchang! We couldn't even imagine this before!"

The deputy commander's face was flushed and his voice was trembling with excitement.

He placed the telegram heavily on the table, his eyes full of appreciation and admiration for the Special Operations Brigade, as if he was admiring a rare treasure.

"Honestly, the speed of this attack is as fast as lightning, crushing everything in its path! It's a rare sight in the entire army!"

A staff officer echoed excitedly, a proud smile on his face.

"If you ask me, this time the entire army must be commended! Such a brilliant achievement, Wang Lin and his men must be praised!"

The commander-in-chief spoke with a firm gaze and a loud voice, decisively.

His words were full of affirmation and praise for the heroes, and also represented the entire Eighth Route Army's high recognition of the Special Operations Brigade.

For a moment, everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, with cheers and exclamations ringing out one after another.

However, where some are happy, others are sad. In the far southwest, the atmosphere at the Nationalist army headquarters seemed particularly depressing and dull.

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

A series of heavy and clear footsteps came from the corridor, and each sound seemed to knock on people's hearts.

"Commander, there's a document I need you to look at."

The subordinate came to the door of the office of the Commander-in-Chief of the National Army, holding a telegram tightly in his hand, with a complex and solemn expression on his face, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. This was enough to show that this document was not good news.

"Bring it in so I can see it."

The commander-in-chief of the Nationalist army slowly raised his head, glanced at the other man calmly, and then spoke calmly. His voice was filled with fatigue and helplessness, as if he had already anticipated the bad news that was about to come.

Then, his subordinate carefully handed the documents in his hand to him.

The commander-in-chief of the National Army took the document and began to read it carefully.

His eyes slowly scanned the words on the telegram, his face instantly became gloomy, his brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and his eyes stared at the words, as if he wanted to see through them.

"Is this really true?"

The commander-in-chief of the National Army raised his head and looked at his subordinates sharply, with a hint of disbelief and anxiety in his voice.

"I've already sent someone to inquire, and it's indeed true."

The subordinate lowered his head and answered in a low voice, not daring to look the commander-in-chief in the eye.

After receiving a positive answer, the commander-in-chief of the National Army sighed deeply and placed the document weakly on the table.

"I didn't expect this group of Eighth Route Army soldiers to be so powerful! They actually took down Wuchang!"

The commander-in-chief of the National Army smiled bitterly, his smile full of bitterness and unwillingness.

His eyes stayed on the scenery outside the window, but his thoughts had already drifted away. His mind kept thinking about the huge impact of this incident on the situation.

"I never thought our troops would be defeated by the Eighth Route Army. Now, the heavy industrial cities in Central China have been taken away. What should I do?"

There was a hint of anger and helplessness in the voice of the commander-in-chief of the National Army. His emotions became a little agitated, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

After hearing so much complaints from the other party, the subordinates didn't dare to say a word. They just stood aside silently, fearing that they would say something wrong and make the other party angry.

"If this continues, I don't know what the Eighth Route Army will become!"

The commander-in-chief of the National Army became more and more angry as he thought about it, and suddenly threw the document in his hand to the ground. The document drew an arc in the air and slowly fell, as if symbolizing his helplessness and despair at the moment.

He was filled with reluctance as he watched helplessly as he lost the big city in his hands.

At the moment, he can only seize the time to attack Changshi City in Hunan Province in an attempt to save some face and interests.

If this continues, the national army will probably be forced to hide in this small piece of land in the southwest, becoming a "local tyrant" in a corner, and watching the Eighth Route Army grow stronger.

"We absolutely cannot let this go on."

The commander-in-chief of the national army gritted his teeth and made a secret decision.

"Order the frontline troops to launch an attack immediately and capture more territory."

The commander-in-chief of the national army raised his head, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he gave orders loudly.

"Yes!"

The subordinate immediately took the order, turned around and left quickly to convey the commander-in-chief's instructions.

After the commander-in-chief of the National Army gave the order, the sadness on his face still did not dissipate, and his eyes revealed deep worry.

Because he knew very well how great the advantage of the Eighth Route Army was at that time, and he also knew what a difficult mess he was facing.

……

"Your Excellency, Commander."

Inside the Japanese military headquarters in Shanghai, Hata Shunroku came here in disgrace a few days ago in order to avoid the attack of the special operations brigade.

At this moment, he was lazily lying on a recliner in the commander's mansion, reading a book leisurely, trying to find a bit of peace in this chaotic world of war.

Deputy Ito Sukeo hurried into his room and knocked on the door gently.

Hearing the voice, Hata Shunroku slowly moved his gaze away from the book with a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction.

"Ah, what's the matter?"

Seeing that it was his deputy, Hata Shunroku asked casually, with a hint of impatience in his voice.

"Wuchang was captured by the Eighth Route Army."

Ito Sukeno looked solemn and spoke in a low voice.

As soon as these words were spoken, Hata Shunroku's hand suddenly trembled and the book in his hand almost fell.

But he quickly regained his composure, and his expression was very calm, as if he had known this would happen.

In fact, his heart was already in turmoil, but he was just pretending to be calm.

Hata Shunroku slowly put down the book in his hand and sighed deeply, as if he wanted to spit out all the helplessness and despair in his heart.

"Do we have any troops coming back?"

Hata Shunroku raised his head and looked into the distance, with a hint of expectation and luck in his voice.

"At the moment... there isn't one."

Ito Sukeno lowered his head and spoke in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

"What about that guy Inoue Taro?"

Hata Shunroku's voice trembled slightly, as if he was afraid to hear the answer.

"Captured alive by the enemy."

Ito Sukeo's voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Hata Shunroku's heart hard.

These words were like steel needles, piercing deep into Hata Shunroku's heart one by one, and at the same time, like dynamite, exploding in his chest.

His face turned pale in an instant, and his eyes were filled with shock and despair.

"Now that Wuchang has been captured by the Eighth Route Army, the next step, needless to say, is to continue the offensive eastward..."

Hata Shunroku sighed and spoke slowly, his voice full of worry and helplessness.

"How would you like to respond, Your Excellency?"

Ito Sukeo looked at Hata Shunroku with a puzzled look and asked anxiously.

"Um……"

Hata Shunroku slowly stood up and walked to the huge map with heavy steps. His eyes were fixed on it, trying to find a hint of turning point on the map and analyzing the current battle situation.

Just like that, his gaze stopped on a spot, and a strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"I have thought of a way, but I don't know if it is feasible."

Hata Shunroku's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sly smile.

"any solution?"

Hearing that Hata Shunroku had a solution, Ito Sukeo asked anxiously, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw in the dark.

"here."

Hata Shunroku pointed to a location on the map, with a hint of pride in his voice.

"Poyang Lake!"

Hata Shunroku's lips curled up slightly, and after a pause, he continued, "I want to send planes to blast a breach in Poyang Lake. The gushing water will flood all the east-west railways and roads, slowing down the Eighth Route Army's offensive and making ample preparations for us."

Hearing this, Ito Sukeno couldn't help but widen his eyes, an expression of admiration on his face, and couldn't help but praise: "Your idea is really brilliant! I have to admire you!"

"Humph... When people are at their wit's end, a flash of inspiration will always come to their mind and they'll come up with a way to save their lives."

Hata Shunroku sneered, but there was no joy on his face, only endless sadness.

After saying that, Hata Shunroku turned around and returned to his desk, picking up the book again, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusory dream.

"Order the Third Aviation Squadron to advance quickly towards Poyang Lake and blow the dikes open with their bombs! Drown them completely!"

Hata Shunroku suddenly gave a loud order, his voice full of madness and determination.

"Yes! I'll do it right away!"

After receiving the order, Ito Sukeno ran out excitedly, ready to tell the squadron leader to execute the order.

They thought this was a perfect and cruel plan, but they didn't know that Wang Lin's drone was hovering silently in the sky, like a keen falcon, monitoring the situation in central and eastern China in real time.

When the Japanese flying squadron began to take off slowly on the airport runway, it was keenly detected by the drone.

"These little devils actually want to use planes to bomb us?"

Seeing this scene, Wang Lin's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a hint of sneer, his eyes full of disdain and confidence.

Then, he skillfully controlled the drone and flew towards the Japanese planes like a black lightning.

"Ready! Ready to take off at any time!"

At this time, all the planes of the Japanese squadron were on standby, neatly arranged on the runway, waiting for the order to take off immediately and embark on the sinful journey that seemed "perfect" but was doomed to fail.