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

The entire coastal defense position was in chaos at this moment. Faced with the powerful and fierce firepower of the Eighth Route Army's drones, the Japanese soldiers were completely helpless and could only wait for death in fear.

Immediately afterwards, through the dense smoke and thick fog, the Japanese army was horrified to see hundreds of landing craft appear on the sea.

They were like a group of brave and fearless sharks, breaking through the waves and approaching them at a very fast speed.

"The Eighth Route Army is here! Get ready for battle!" The Japanese soldiers shouted in panic, their voices filled with fear and despair.

They hurried into their positions, frantically setting up their weapons and trying to organize an effective defense.

However, the drones in the sky were like tireless hunters, bombarding them continuously.

Dense bombs fell like raindrops, causing the Japanese positions to be covered in flying dust and debris, making it impossible for them to raise their heads.

Under the powerful fire suppression, the Japanese resistance seemed so fragile and vulnerable.

Before long, the Japanese positions in front of the coast were completely destroyed, the soldiers were killed or wounded, and they completely lost their combat effectiveness.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers boarded landing craft and arrived at the port smoothly and fearlessly, like a tiger descending from the mountain.

As soon as they set foot on land, they took quick action, rushing towards various key points with the force of thunder.

The soldiers had firm eyes, agile movements, and coordinated with each other tacitly. The weapons in their hands spewed anger as they eliminated the Japanese soldiers who dared to resist one by one.

They successfully occupied various key positions, providing solid cover for the subsequent landing of soldiers.

Under the wave after wave of fierce attacks from the Eighth Route Army soldiers, the Japanese defense line finally couldn't hold and began to collapse completely.

The soldiers dropped their weapons and fled. The defense line that once seemed solid had now collapsed.

"General! Shungang has been captured by the Eighth Route Army!

It was so sudden!

Our soldiers didn't react at all!"

A Japanese military officer rushed into Umezu Yoshijiro's office with a panicked look and staggering steps.

His voice trembling with nervousness and fear, he reported the news of the special forces attacking Shun Port to Umezu Michijiro.

"Bang!" The teacup in Umezu Mijiro's hand suddenly fell to the ground uncontrollably and shattered in an instant.

He stood there in a daze, his eyes wide open, revealing disbelief and extreme panic, as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue, and was stunned for a moment.

"General... General..." When the subordinates saw Umezu Mijiro's appearance, they couldn't help swallowing their saliva. Their hearts were filled with anxiety and fear, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

"It's broken..." After a long time, Umezu Mijiro finally squeezed out these two words from his dry throat, his voice low and hoarse.

Then, he seemed to come to his senses suddenly and rushed to the battle map.

His eyes scanned the map quickly, like a wild beast trapped in a cage, eagerly looking for a way out.

His fingers were groping back and forth on the map, trying to find a way to turn the tide of the battle.

Finally, all his movements stopped, his eyes fixed on the front, as if he was thinking about something, and the expression on his face was changeable.

"How many people are left around Shungang now? How many are there in the Eighth Route Army?"

Meijiro Umezu turned his head and looked at his men behind him, then asked slowly, his voice filled with a hint of fatigue and deep helplessness.

"We currently have three divisions of troops around Shungang! The Eighth Route Army's strength is unknown, but it will not be less than 40,000!"

The subordinate told him the situation truthfully and quickly glanced at Umezu Mijiro's face to see his reaction.

After hearing what his subordinates said, a trace of sadness appeared on Umezu Michijiro's face, and his brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

"At least over 40,000 people... This is just the frontline troops. Who knows how many more will be there later."

Meizu Mijiro knew very well that the Eighth Route Army's follow-up troops would definitely continue to increase, so the current 40,000 would at least become 100,000 in the future!

Moreover, the situation on Huangdao Island was already precarious, with the risk of collapse at any time, and Shungang was captured...

This situation made him feel extremely desperate, as if he was in a dark abyss and could not see a glimmer of hope at all. He simply didn't know how to save this precarious battle situation.

"Order the troops surrounding Shungang to immediately retreat to Panshi and block the Eighth Route Army from there. We absolutely cannot allow them to advance any further!"

Michijiro Umezu finally gave the order to retreat.

Faced with the Eighth Route Army's overwhelming attack, he knew in his heart that he must not order his troops to fight head-on.

Otherwise, the entire army will be wiped out, and we can only occupy advantageous terrain to block the enemy, so that there may be a little hope of winning.

At this time, the 387th Army was passing through Aka City, speeding all the way and heading straight for Jin City.

They echoed the troops in the direction of Shanhaiguan, preparing to cooperate internally and externally to completely encircle the Japanese army.

"General! A large number of Eighth Route Army soldiers have been spotted northwest of Jin City! There are approximately 100,000 of them! They are rapidly moving towards Jin City!"

His men rushed into Umezu Michijiro's office and reported this shocking information to him.

"What?!" Upon hearing the news, Umezu Mijiro was horrified. His eyes were as big as copper bells and he stared at his subordinates, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"A hundred thousand strong Eighth Route Army troops are moving towards Jin City?!"

"That's right!" The subordinate answered affirmatively, with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Michijiro Umezu stood there for two seconds, then rushed to the map to observe it like a lit powder keg.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over! Damn it! These damn Eighth Route Army soldiers! Why is this happening?"

He roared angrily, and the muscles on his face were twisted with anger and fear, making him look hideous and terrifying.

"They want to trap our troops at Shanhaiguan! Attack them from both sides!"

Michijiro Umezu was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, his eyes fixed on the position of Shanhaiguan, his mind constantly thinking about the battle situation.

"This... If this is true, our troops will..." The subordinate suddenly stopped talking and did not continue.

He saw that Umezu Mijiro's face was pale and bloodless, and he had no life at all, as if he had already seen the end of failure, and a chill went up in his heart.

"Damn it!" Meizu Mijiro cursed fiercely, then turned around, lowered his head and said nothing, walked straight to the table and sat down.

His body trembled slightly, revealing his extreme anxiety and anger.

"Send the 23rd Division from Shen City to block the Eighth Route Army in the northwest! We must not let them pass easily!

We must stop them outside Jin City!" He gritted his teeth and gave the order, his voice carrying a hint of unwillingness and a final struggle.

"Yes!" After receiving the order, the subordinate immediately turned around to pass the information outside, walking hurriedly, not daring to delay for even a moment.

Mijiro Umezu leaned back in his chair, staring blankly ahead with a lifeless look in his eyes. He felt exhausted both physically and mentally, as if all his strength had been drained out, and he felt like he was dead.

He knew that the battle was already lost for him, and the defeat was inevitable. But what he had to consider now was how to lose the war with dignity so that he wouldn't have to be so embarrassed.

But... all the initiative is in Wang Lin's hands, and he is the only one who has the final say on how to exit.

Umezu Mijiro sighed inwardly, a deep feeling of powerlessness coming over him.