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

"Commander, Jinling has been captured..."

An adjutant came to Hata Shunroku with a panicked look and staggering steps. With a trembling voice, he told him the nightmare-like news with difficulty.

The voice seemed to have been drained of all its strength, and with endless despair and fear, it went straight into Hata Shunroku's ears.

Hata Shunroku looked like his spine had been removed, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he leaned weakly on the chair.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were trembling slightly, and his body was twitching uncontrollably, as if he had turned into a lifeless zombie, leaving only an empty shell.

Seeing that Hata Shunroku had no reaction at all, the adjutant stood there for a moment, then slowly bowed to him. His movements were mechanical and slow, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Afterwards, he walked out of this suffocating room step by step with heavy steps.

Seven divisions were directly wiped out by the Eighth Route Army's special forces in a short period of time.

The entire East China region's defense line, like a fragile house of cards, collapsed in an instant under the special forces' overwhelming offensive. It fell completely without any decent resistance.

Such a blow was undoubtedly devastating for Hata Shunroku. His heart was filled with endless pain and despair, as if he had fallen into a dark abyss and could not find a ray of light.

Now, there are only three divisions left for the Shanghai defenders to deploy.

Faced with the powerful and imposing Eighth Route Army Special Forces, the three divisions were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and had no power to fight back.

What's worse is that all the main roads out of Shanghai have been blocked by the Eighth Route Army troops, making it impossible to get through.

The outside support cannot enter at all, and it is wishful thinking to want to break out.

Unless, evacuated by sea.

Thinking of this, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Hata Shunroku's originally dull eyes, like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

He stood up suddenly and ran towards the communication room like crazy, stumbling and almost falling.

"Quick! Report to Army Headquarters! We need warships for evacuation! Please ask the navy for cooperation!"

Hata Shunroku rushed to the signalman, grabbed his shoulders tightly with both hands, and shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes full of anxiety and desire.

The signalman was startled by his sudden action, but he reacted quickly and immediately typed Hata Shunroku's words into a telegram and sent it to the Army Headquarters as quickly as possible.

Nearly half a day passed, and it seemed as if every second was stretched infinitely, long and torturous.

Finally, the Army Headquarters responded to Hata Shunroku.

"Commander! Headquarters is preparing to deploy two navy warships to escort us!"

The signalman ran in excitedly and reported the good news loudly.

Upon hearing the news, Hata Shunroku's originally dejected expression suddenly brightened up, his eyes widened, and his face was full of surprise and excitement.

"Great! God has rewarded me! Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you so much!"

As Hata Shunroku spoke, he knelt down devoutly in the direction of the Emperor with great excitement, prostrating himself to express his respect and gratitude.

At this time, Wang Linzheng and his troops were making close deployments, preparing to launch the final attack on Shanghai, determined to completely wipe out the remaining Japanese troops in East China in one fell swoop.

Three drones circled silently over the Shanghai market, like three sharp falcons, carefully investigating the deployment of Japanese troops below, making meticulous preparations for the upcoming battle without missing any details.

Afterwards, Wang Lin decisively dispatched troops, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and continued to move closer to the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

Wherever the troops went, they were unstoppable and captured the cities around Shanghai one after another.

Li Yunlong led the independent division and successfully captured Hangzhou with his brave and fearless fighting spirit and outstanding command ability. The next step is to launch an attack on Shanghai from the southwest.

The main force of the special forces was divided into two routes. One route captured Su City with thundering force, while the other route quickly took over Nan City, preparing to encircle Shanghai City from the west and northwest and launch an attack.

The strategic deployment is progressing in an orderly manner and becoming more perfect step by step. As soon as Wang Lin gives the order, the special forces army, which is ready to go, will immediately launch a general attack on the Shanghai market like a surging tide.

Just before launching the attack, Wang Lin keenly discovered through the drone that two warships appeared on the calm sea and were slowly moving towards Shanghai.

Then he saw a large number of Japanese soldiers gathering hurriedly near the dock like ants on a hot pan.

It was obvious that the Japanese army intended to evacuate the soldiers remaining in Shanghai through these two warships.

"Hmph... Want to run? Just think about it!"

The corners of Wang Lin's mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident sneer, and his eyes revealed determination and decisiveness.

He skillfully controlled the drone, like a sharp sword, and quickly moved towards the two warships, ready to give the Japanese army a "surprise".

At this time, Hata Shunroku came to the dock anxiously, and the sea breeze was howling, ruffling his hair.

His eyes were fixed on the warship slowly approaching in the distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, revealing a relieved smile.

"We can leave this damn place soon."

Hata Shunroku sighed deeply, a trace of longing appeared on his face. He fantasized about the good times after leaving here. The scene seemed to unfold slowly before his eyes, how soothing it was.

However, he was still dreaming, "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three black shadows fell from the sky as fast as lightning, with a fierce momentum, and directly hit the two warships that were moving.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening explosion. The warship was instantly enveloped in flames and smoke. The entire hull was engulfed in flames. The orange-red flames spread wantonly, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

In an instant, the entire battleship was engulfed in flames.

"what?!"

Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene before them. They stared at the burning warship with their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open, but no sound came out, as if they were under a spell of immobilization.

The two warships carrying the Japanese army's hope of evacuation exploded violently before their eyes and caught fire.

"how so……"

Hata Shunroku looked at the burning warship in the distance, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by endless fear and despair.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosions occurred inside the hull, with flames shooting into the sky and debris flying everywhere.

Not long after, the two warships slowly sank to the bottom of the sea amid flames and thick smoke. The cold sea water quickly submerged them, and completely drowned the Japanese army's last hope.

"Hahahahaha! Let's see how you can run away now!"

Wang Lin witnessed the destruction of the two warships through the drone and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He successfully destroyed the warship that was preparing to transport the Japanese troops. This attack undoubtedly dealt a fatal blow to the battle and completely bankrupted the Japanese evacuation plan.

"Order the troops to begin the attack on Shanghai!"

Wang Lin's expression was firm and his eyes were sharp as a torch. He immediately issued the combat order.

"Yes!"

The signalman quickly conveyed the order, and the special forces, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately launched a fierce attack on Shanghai, like warriors who heard the charge horn.

The artillery unit with extremely powerful firepower took the lead in attacking. The cannons roared in unison and the shells poured down like raindrops on the Japanese positions in Shanghai.

Huge explosions rang out one after another, flames shot up into the sky, and the Japanese army's firepower points were destroyed one by one under this fierce artillery attack, making it impossible for the Japanese army to raise their heads to fight back.

They could only huddle behind shelters, trembling, fear spreading like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, a large-scale tank force, accompanied by infantry, began to charge at the Japanese positions like a steel torrent.

Tanks rushed towards the Japanese army in a mighty force, their tracks leaving deep marks on the ground and making dull sounds.

The infantry followed closely behind, working closely together to clear out any enemies that might threaten the tanks.

Their figures shuttled through the smoke and flames of war, fearless and moving forward bravely.

Soon, facing the powerful attack of the coordinated infantry and tanks, the Japanese troops were completely unable to withstand it. Like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, they could only retreat step by step and continuously shrink their defense line.

"Commander! The western defense line can no longer hold!"

"The brigade deployed on the north side has also been wiped out! There is absolutely no way to resist!"

"The enemy's armored forces are coming in!"

……

The bad news kept reaching Hata Shunroku's ears like snowflakes.

However, no matter what, Hata Shunroku had no troops to command in battle at this time.

Under the fierce attack of the special forces, the troops of the three divisions were eaten up bit by bit and gradually exhausted.

Before long, the Eighth Route Army soldiers were about to rush to the Japanese headquarters like a surging tide.

At this time, Hata Shunroku had already become numb. He slumped in his chair, his eyes blank and his face ashen.

There was no light in his eyes, as if he had already sensed the breath of death in advance and was quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

"Suicide Squad! This is your final moment of loyalty to the Emperor! For the Emperor! Give your lives!"

A Japanese officer shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with despair and madness.

"Long live!"

The last Japanese soldiers formed a suicide squad. With madness and determination in their eyes, they launched a final charge towards the Eighth Route Army.

However, in the face of the powerful firepower of the special forces, their resistance seemed so weak. The result can be imagined. No one survived and all fell on the way to the charge.

Finally, the Eighth Route Army soldiers rushed into the Japanese headquarters like tigers.

They found that Hata Shunroku had already committed suicide. His body was leaning against a chair, with a pistol in his hand, hanging limply on the ground.

There was a shockingly bright hole on his temple. The blood had dried up, leaving a dark red mark on his face.

The East China region was successfully liberated.

The Japanese troops stationed in East China were basically wiped out, leaving only a few scattered Japanese troops waiting to be completely wiped out.

It can be said that this battle was like a crushing defeat. The special forces attacked with lightning speed and killed the Japanese army without any chance of fighting back.

Upon hearing the news, the Eighth Route Army Headquarters was extremely excited about the performance of Wang Lin's special forces.

They really didn't expect that they could completely recover East China in such a short period of time, and even captured the capital Nanjing.

This victory was undoubtedly the best proof of the Eighth Route Army's strength, and it also greatly boosted the morale of the entire Eighth Route Army.

When the commander-in-chief of the National Army heard the news, he felt very complicated, feeling a little happy and a little disappointed.

He was happy that the East China region was liberated, but he was disappointed that the capital was not taken by his own national army, but was even recaptured by the troops he once looked down upon. This was a great shame and humiliation for him.

However, for the sake of face, he still issued a commendation to the special forces, ostensibly to show encouragement, but the feeling in his heart was probably only known to him.

Finally, Wang Lin stood in front of the map, his eyes fixed firmly on the northeast, ready to start the next stage of his strategic goals.

That is to march towards the Northeast, continue to fight for the country's liberation, and completely drive the invaders out of Chinese soil.