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Shinozuka Yoshio was confused.

Who is the traitor?

Is it me...or Yamamoto-kun?

If not, who is the traitor?
Yoshio Shinozuka suddenly thought that after Kazuki Yamamoto handed over the battle plan he made to him.

He kept the battle plan in the safe until he went to see Commander Tada Hayao.

Could it be that someone sneaked into his room while he was asleep, opened the safe and watched the battle plan?

If intelligence had been leaked, it probably had been, which meant that there was a senior spy in the headquarters.

From the time he took the plane from the airport to Beiping Iron Lion Alley to meet Tada Jun, the battle plan was kept close to him. After Tada Jun read it, he brought the battle plan back.

"Call the 9th Brigade!"

"Call the 9th Brigade!"

These thoughts flashed through Yoshio Shinozuka's mind instantly, Yoshio Shinozuka picked up the receiver and called.

Koshiko Toranosuke's voice rang in Shinozuka Yoshio's ear: "Your Excellency, I am Koshiko Toranosuke!"

Yoshio Shinozuka asked, "How is the situation in your place now?"

"Your Excellency, General!" Oshigyu Toranosuke said, "I am leading my troops to Dagouwan, and I will arrive at Dagouwan for reinforcements in at most 40 minutes!"

At this time, Kazuki Yamamoto was also listening on this radio channel.

Just when he thought that Commander Yoshio Shinozuka would definitely give the order to retreat to Koshio Toranosuke.

"Yoshi!" Shinozuka Yoshio said, "Yue Sheng-kun, you must hold back the main force of the Eighth Route. When the 29th Brigade and the 37th Division arrive, you will be able to turn defeat into victory!"

"Hi!" Koshiki Toranosuke said, "Our department must hold back the main force of the Eighth Route!"

"Your Excellency, General!" Kazuki Yamamoto quickly persuaded, "This is a refueling tactic, a big taboo for military strategists. At this time, we can only give up the field observation team and reinforcements!"

Shinozuka Yoshio said coldly: "The battlefield observation group has been wiped out by the Eight Route Army, we must not give up the 3000 imperial warriors!"

"Your Excellency, General, the plan has been leaked!" Kazuki Yamamoto said, "The Eighth Route is ready ahead, and the 9th Brigade may suffer even greater losses. Major General Toranosuke stops advancing and retreats to the Torei stronghold!"

Shinozuka Yoshio snorted coldly: "Greater loss? Yamamoto-kun, you are afraid that Hachiro will suffer greater loss, right?"

Kazuki Yamamoto's tone was unbelievable: "Your Excellency, are you doubting me?"

"I doubt everyone."

Yoshio Shinozuka was indisputable: "From now on, I will take back the command of the 9th Brigade and the 29th Brigade. Yamamoto-kun, you will lead the special agent team back to Taiyuan immediately!"

Kazuki Yamamoto said helplessly: "Hi!"

After hanging up the call.

Shinozuka Yoshio said to Kasai Toshimatsu, the communication staff officer next to him: "Order, the 29th Brigade and the 37th Division will generate power, and immediately approach the 9th Brigade as quickly as possible."

"Hi!" Kasai Toshimatsu paused, and then quickly began to write a telegram according to Shinozuka Yoshio's order.

Chief of Staff Kusuyama Hideyoshi asked: "Your Excellency, Commander, why didn't you listen to Yamamoto-kun's suggestion and let the rest of the 9th Brigade withdraw to the Huting stronghold?"

After the failure of the center's flowering tactics, Kusuyama Hideyoshi fell ill, and only recovered in the past few days, and began to manage the military affairs of the First Army again.

Regarding the failure of Kazuki Yamamoto's beheading plan, Hideyoshi Kusuyama felt mixed feelings.

Fortunately, although his central flowering tactic failed, Yamamoto's beheading tactic also failed.

If Yamamoto's beheading tactic is successful, it will prove that he, Kusuyama Hideyoshi, is a useless waste, and the staff of the major general of the first army can't even compare with a chief.

What is worrying is that Kazuki Yamamoto's beheading tactic failed. Not only the field observation group was wiped out, but even the reinforcements who went to rescue were surrounded by heavy troops from the Eight Routes.

The losses of the Japanese army were too great.

"Mr. Nanshan, don't you think this is an opportunity to eliminate the main force of the Eight Routes?"

Shinozuka Yoshio picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup, blew on it gently, and took a sip.

"A chance to eliminate the main force of the Eight Routes?"

"Your Excellency, Commander, do you want to use the central flowering tactic again?"

Kusuyama Hideyoshi was taken aback when he heard the words, but later revealed a sudden expression.

I am familiar with the central flowering tactics.

Shinozuka Yoshio spoke confidently: "Not bad!"

"Since the Eighth Route used the field observation group to catch the 9th Brigade, why can't we do the opposite and use the 9th Brigade to catch the main force of the Eighth Route?"

"There is no problem with Yamamoto-kun's command. If the 9th Brigade dispatched all its strength to rescue the field observation group, then the current situation may be a little troublesome."

"However, Mr. Yuesheng still has at least 3000 capable soldiers in his hands, and they will arrive in Dagouwan soon."

"Even if the previous reinforcements were 3000 pigs, Eight Routes didn't kill them so quickly."

"When Yue Shengjun leads his troops to the battlefield, not to mention turning defeat into victory, the two sides will definitely fall into a stalemate."

"Wait for other reinforcements to arrive, and then encircle from the outside, even if the main force of the Eight Routes does not fight the imperial army, they will not be able to let them!"

Kusuyama Hideyoshi said: "Your Excellency, Commander, is wise!"

Shinozuka Yoshio said again: "Mr. Nanshan, immediately draft a telegram to Lieutenant General Jing Guanren of the 36th Division, ordering him to dispatch two regiments to help the 9th Brigade! In addition, the 29th Brigade, The 37th Division and the 36th Division must arrive in the Dagouwan area within one day!"

"Hi!" Kusuyama Hideyoshi suddenly paused, then took out a paper and a brush and began to write.

……

Dagou Bay.

The exit of the canyon is in the direction of Hanjia Village.

This is the ambush position of the third battalion of the independent regiment.

The brother troops were fighting lively over there, but they were lying on the ground, and they were not allowed to attack without orders.

A small number of devils tried to run to Hanjia Village along the road, but they were quickly shot down by machine guns. The third battalion has not even touched a ghost so far.

"Battalion Commander, there is a situation!"

Suddenly, a soldier with sharp ears heard the roar of a truck motor on the road towards Hanjiacun, and let out a low voice.

"There's a big truck coming our way!"

Wang Huaibao, the commander of the third battalion, put his hand to his ear and listened for a while, and he heard the sound of a devil's truck.

"It must be the devil truck that passed by earlier!"

"Comrades, prepare to fight!"

Wang Huaibao held up the pistol and let out a low shout, and there was a sound of gun bolts crashing on the ground.

At the same time, Wang Huaibao held up his binoculars and looked in the direction of the road.

Through the field of vision of the binoculars, the first Devil truck emerged from the corner, and the machine guns and bazookas in the hands of the soldiers were already aimed.

Seeing that the truck was not a devil, Wang Huaibao was stunned, and shouted: "Don't shoot, turn off the insurance, it's a brother army!"

The soldiers immediately turned off the insurance.

Not long after, the truck drove in from the exit of the canyon. The soldiers of the Sword Squadron and the first company on the truck waved to the soldiers of the third battalion of the Independence Regiment.

As soon as the truck convoy turned a corner, the soldiers on board saw the hand-to-hand battlefield.

I saw Eighth Route Army soldiers and devils mingling together on the road.

Although the number of the Eighth Route Army is much larger than that of the devils, the devils are not afraid of death.

Both sides were red-eyed, the clanging of bayonets, the muffled sound of the gun butt hitting the body, the screams of the dying, and the roar of killing.

The truck stopped at a distance of more than [-] meters from the battlefield.

The Sword Squadron was all a group of guys who were excited when they smelled blood. Before the car was stable, they jumped off the truck one after another.

Without Lu Yingjun's order at all, the team members rushed towards the battlefield with weapons in hand.

The submachine guns were not suitable for hand-to-hand combat, and all of them had been placed in the car. The team members were holding daggers, bayonets, and command sabers seized from the devil officer.

After the Sword Squadron, a company of soldiers, led by Wang Tieshan, also headed towards the battlefield of hundreds of devils.

"Monk, how about we make a bet?"

Lu Yingjun, who was approaching the devil with a major general's knife, glanced at Wei Dayong who was beside him with a fierce look, and then shouted loudly.

"Why bet?"

"It's better than who kills more devils." Lu Yingjun said, "The one who killed less will wash the clothes for three months for the one who killed more!"

"Okay, captain, I'll bet with you!" Monk Wei said confidently.

Although your kung fu is better than mine, but in this hand-to-hand combat, you are comparing who is more ruthless and faster.

After speaking, the two of them were already close to the hand-to-hand battlefield.

Lu Yingjun was tall and long-legged, and walked like flying. He entered the battlefield one step ahead of Wei Dayong.

I saw the major general's command knife in Lu Yingjun's hand sweeping across, and the head of a devil who was fighting with three eight-way fighters fell off.

Blood spurted out from the neck, shooting more than two feet high, this sudden scene startled the three Eighth Route fighters.

The devil's body fell to the ground like a wooden stake.

"One!" Lu Yingjun glanced at the major general commanding the sword, and shouted sharply.

I have to say that this major general's command knife is quite sharp, almost the same as the Yunlong knife equipped by the cavalry battalion.

Wei Dayong didn't have anyone in his hand, and when he picked up a [-] bayonet on the battlefield, Lu Yingjun's voice of blood was already ringing in his ears.

His face darkened, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a wounded devil soldier howling in pain a few meters away, and stepped forward to stab the devil in the chest in two or three steps.

"One to one!" Wei Dayong pulled out his [-] bayonet.

"Two to one!" Lu Yingjun replied in his ear.

Looking back, he saw that Lu Yingjun was pulling out the command knife from the belly of a devil.

The devil knelt on the ground at once, and then fell to the ground. After lying on his stomach and twitching a few times, he was completely silent.

Wei Dayong was worried, and rushed deeper with a bayonet in his hand.

In such a situation where wolves are plentiful and meat is scarce, it is really not easy to snatch the head of a devil.

After a while, Wei Dayong saw a devil master. This devil was wearing the rank of lieutenant. Under the siege of five or six Eighth Route fighters, he frequently attacked with a bayonet. Two or three soldiers were stabbed by this devil.

"Get out of the way!" Wei Dayong shouted, "This devil is mine!"

These fighters were all members of the New Second Regiment. They didn't know Wei Dayong, so they ignored him at all and continued to fight with the devil lieutenant.

The devil forced several Eighth Route fighters to retreat. Seeing this, Wei Dayong rushed up to fight with the devil. He fell to the ground, and his chest was stabbed, which made his heart feel cold.

"Two to two!" Wei Dayong shouted.

"Five to two!" Lu Yingjun responded accordingly.

"How is it possible?" Wei Dayong couldn't believe it, and turned his head to look.

The moment he killed the devil lieutenant, Lu Yingjun killed the three devils who were fighting back to back with seven or eight Eighth Route Army soldiers with one knife.