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

The special forces soldiers quickly took action and began preparing for departure. They raced against time to organize weapons and equipment, check ammunition reserves, and replenish supplies.

Not long after, they boarded the train full of hope and mission from Shanghai and headed towards North China.

The train started slowly, and the friction between the wheels and the rails made a rhythmic sound, as if it were an exciting battle song.

After a long journey, the train slowly stopped at a station in Hebei Province.

The old brigade commander had been waiting at the station for a long time. He was wearing a military uniform that was a little faded from washing but was still neat and clean, with a belt tied tightly around his waist. He looked very energetic.

Seeing Wang Lin and the others return, he was as excited as a child, with a bright smile on his face, and hurried forward to greet them.

"Hahaha! Welcome back! I've been waiting for you!"

The old brigade commander gripped Wang Lin's hand tightly, shaking it vigorously, his face filled with joy. His hands were rough and powerful, as if telling of the hardships and glory of his years of battle.

"Long time no see, old brigade commander! It seems you've made great progress while we were away! The morale of the troops is high, and the equipment has been updated a lot."

Wang Lin said with a smile, his eyes sweeping across the troops behind the old brigade commander, his eyes full of approval.

"Hahaha! This is all thanks to you guys!

Leaving us with so many experienced veterans and advanced weapons and equipment!

Without your help, we wouldn't be here today! You guys have been a huge help to us!"

The old brigade commander spoke with gratitude, his eyes gleaming with sincerity. He recalled the help the special forces had given him in the past, and his heart was filled with warmth and emotion.

"Old Brigade Commander, you all know the news from headquarters, right?"

Wang Lin asked, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Got it! Let us follow you to the Northeast to fight the Japanese!"

When the topic of fighting the Japanese was brought up, the old brigade commander's eyes suddenly lit up, like twinkling stars in the night sky, staring at Wang Lin excitedly.

"Alas, since I separated from you, I haven't fought any large-scale battles against the Japanese!

My hands are itching to fight the devils again!"

"Don't worry, this time we go to the Northeast, I guarantee you'll be the main force! There are over 500,000 Japanese devils, enough for you to kill to your heart's content! Get revenge for all the grudges you've accumulated over the years!"

Wang Lin said with a smile, patting the old brigade commander on the shoulder, his tone full of trust and encouragement.

"Hahahahaha! Thank you so much! I can't wait!"

The old brigade commander couldn't stop smiling, and his fighting spirit was completely ignited.

When the few people met again, their joy was beyond words. They sat together and talked enthusiastically about the plan to march into the Northeast.

Sometimes they pointed at the map, sometimes they discussed tactical details intensely, and sometimes they laughed heartily at a bold idea.

After a long discussion, Wang Lin finally formulated a battle plan.

"I have decided to divide my army into three groups to attack the Kwantung Army entrenched in the Northeast."

Wang Lin glanced at everyone, his eyes firm and sharp, as if he could see through everything.

Then he pointed to the battle map behind him and continued, "We will march out of Lu Province with an army of 200,000 men. With our powerful naval force, we will attack Liao Province from the sea and penetrate the heart of the enemy.

An army of 100,000 set out from Hebei Province, attacked Chi City in Meng Province, then detoured to Jin City in Liao Province, surrounding the enemy from the flank.

Another route will be to send an army of 200,000 from Peking to attack Shanhaiguan, the vital route to the Northeast. We must capture it and completely open up the Northeast War Zone!"

After hearing this, everyone nodded in understanding. Their eyes revealed their approval and trust in this plan, as if they had already seen the dawn of victory.

"Since everyone agrees, let's proceed according to this plan. Time is running out, and every step must be taken with care. We must be fully prepared!"

Seeing that everyone agreed with the plan, Wang Lin decisively ordered the troops to carry it out. His voice was firm and powerful, full of the majesty of a commander.

"This is fantastic! Five hundred thousand troops going out to fight the Japs directly. This is the only chance we'll have in our lifetime! This battle will go down in history!"

Li Yunlong's face flushed with excitement. He couldn't suppress his excitement when he thought about going to the Northeast to fight a fierce battle with the Kwantung Army.

He rubbed his hands together, as if he had already seen the battlefield filled with smoke and the deafening sound of killing.

"Hurry up and prepare! We'll leave in two days!"

Wang Lin gave the final order, and his voice echoed in the air as loud as a bell.

A great war that will determine China's destiny is about to begin, and everyone is making final preparations for this great battle.

"Boom boom boom!"

A crisp and rapid knock on the door broke the silence.

These knocks on the door seemed like a prelude to war, foreshadowing the upcoming fierce conflict.

"Please come in!"

A calm response sounded.

Then, a subordinate hurried into Umezu Yoshijiro's office and respectfully handed an important document to the Japanese general.

"General, the Eighth Route Army has begun to assemble in North China."

There was a hint of nervousness and uneasiness in the subordinate's tone.

Michijiro Umezu took the document and quickly scanned its contents with his sharp eyes.

His brows gradually furrowed, as if twisted into an unsolvable knot, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"Well... We can't avoid this battle."

Mijiro Umezu sighed deeply, his words revealing helplessness and worry.

Then he slowly stood up, walked to the map, and began to observe it carefully with full concentration.

Every mark and every line on the map seemed like a code of war, waiting for him to decipher.

"Has the 32nd Division reached Shanhaiguan?"

Meizu Mijiro stared at the location of Shanhaiguan on the map and asked anxiously.

"We've arrived. Our total force around Shanhaiguan has reached 80,000."

The subordinate replied quickly.

Listening to his subordinates' reports, Umezu Michijiro nodded slightly, as if thinking about something.

"It's not enough. Send another division. Our 100,000 men in Shanhaiguan are more than enough to hold off the Eighth Route Army. We must hold this vital chokepoint."

Umezu Michijiro's tone was firm and resolute, as if Shanhaiguan was an impenetrable fortress.

"Yes!"

The subordinate took the order and left, quickly conveying Umezu Michijiro's order.

Umezu Michijiro's eyes were still fixed sharply on the location of Shanhaiguan on the map, his heart filled with worry and expectation about the war.

He knew very well that the gain or loss of Shanhaiguan was related to the direction of the entire war. Once it was lost, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Then, Umezu Mijiro walked to the side, picked up the tea, and took a few sips.

The warmth of the tea seemed to calm him down a little, but the anxiety in his heart still could not be eliminated.

"By the way, we must also keep an eye on the direction of Brigade City in Liao Province to prevent the Eighth Route Army from landing from the sea."

Umezu Mijiro suddenly remembered another possible direction of attack and hurriedly gave orders.

"But the Eighth Route Army doesn't have many large ships to transport troops..."

The subordinates raised their doubts.

"It's better to be careful, don't be careless."

Umezu Mijiro said seriously.

In war, any detail may determine victory or defeat, and he dare not be negligent in the slightest.

"Yes!"

The subordinates received the order again and quickly arranged personnel to strengthen the defense in the direction of Lvshi, Liao Province.

Michijiro Umezu thought he was fully prepared and was waiting for the attack of the Eighth Route Army.

He firmly believed that with his careful deployment and the powerful strength of the Japanese army, he would be able to withstand the attack of the Eighth Route Army.

However, he didn't know that Wang Lin's battle plan had already been formulated and the troops began to move in various directions.

The Special Operations Force and the 388th Army launched their attack on Liao City primarily through sea transport.

The 385th and 386th Armies attacked Shanhaiguan, while the 387th and 389th Armies attacked Chishi, and finally went south to attack Jinshi, encircling and supporting the troops at Shanhaiguan.

This was a carefully planned combat plan aimed at launching a multi-faceted attack on the Japanese army and completely driving the invaders out of Chinese soil.

"My goodness, these little devils left behind quite a few ships!"

At this time, Wang Lin led the special forces and the 388th Army to the port of Wei City, Shandong Province. Looking at the warships left behind by the Japanese army stationed there, Li Yunlong couldn't help but sigh.

These warships were once tools of Japanese aggression, but now they have become powerful weapons of the Eighth Route Army's attack.

"It's a good thing we didn't blow up those ships back then, otherwise we wouldn't know how much trouble it would take to find them now!"

Ding Wei couldn't help but sigh.

They were well aware of the importance of these warships to this operation. With them, the troops would be able to move faster and attack more powerfully.

Soon, the soldiers lined up in rows and walked onto the transport ship.

Their steps were firm and powerful, and their eyes were full of desire for victory.

As the whistle sounded, the transport ship began to move slowly towards Shun Port.

On the vast ocean, these transport ships were like sharp arrows, shooting towards the heart of the Japanese army.

At this time, soldiers from the 385th and 386th Armies boarded trains one after another from the Peking Railway Station and began to march towards Shanhaiguan.

"This time it's time to decide the outcome. Let's fight these little devils one last time! Send them back home!"

The old brigade commander watched the soldiers board the train one after another, and his excitement was beyond words.

He knew that this battle would be a tough one, but he also firmly believed that as long as the soldiers united and fought bravely, they would surely win.

This is the last piece of land occupied by the Japanese army in China. They are now marching towards there to completely drive the invaders out of the Chinese land and completely liberate China.

The train started slowly, with smoke from the burning roof rising, and it carried the soldiers quickly towards Shanhaiguan.

Their hearts are filled with love for the motherland and hatred for the invaders, and they vow to fight for the dignity of the motherland and the happiness of the people.

The 387th Army also coordinated with other troops and immediately marched towards Chishi, Meng Province.

All troops are ready for battle and can fight the Japanese army at any time.

They were like sharp swords, waiting for the moment to be unsheathed and strike down the Japanese army.

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"General! The reconnaissance team has discovered the movement of the Eighth Route Army! Now their main force is rapidly marching towards Shanhaiguan!"

The Japanese signalman immediately came to Umezu Yoshijiro's office and handed him the news from the reconnaissance team.

Hearing this, Umezu Michijiro immediately took the document and examined it carefully.

"Damn it! These things came so fast!"

Michijiro Umezu had no idea that the Eighth Route Army would act so quickly. They launched an attack on the Northeast in just a few days.