Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

Chapter 261

There is no doubt that the Brigadier is a fun guy.

Under normal circumstances, he is a moderate, mainly responsible for eating melons and watching dramas, basically not participating in the initiative to start a group, and seeing all kinds of new things is the most fun in the front row.

But once the bald head was involved, the nature of the matter changed.

The brigade commander will directly transform into an armored vehicle loaded with weapons. If there is no regiment, he will take the initiative to start a regiment, and if he has no fun, he will try his best to fight everywhere.

After hearing the words of the commander-in-chief of the campaign, the correspondent on the side was stunned for a few seconds, and then couldn't help laughing.

Although he had never participated in the Northern Expedition, he had a good understanding of what happened more than ten years ago.If the telegram just now was sent to the Southwest capital intact, the bald head would have a brain congestion with anger.

"Yes!"

"I'll send a report to the rear now! Report the results to the deputy commander!"

When the two were talking, the artillery battalion of the 772nd regiment was ready for battle, and it could bombard the headquarters of the First Army only after the order from the superior.

After receiving Cheng Xiazi's signal, the artillery battalion commander waved the flag and immediately shouted: "Let go!"

A Type 1897 infantry gun, three M75 [-]mm cannons, and twelve mortars of different calibers fired at the same time. The shells landed in the headquarters of the First Army either in a straight line or in an arc in the air.

"Boom boom boom!"

A burst of dense shells struck, and the fortifications built by the devils relying on their houses were knocked out one by one in the violent explosion.

But the artillery attack was not over yet. The commander-in-chief of the campaign gave the order not to deliberately keep prisoners, and the order given by the regiment commander was to shoot out the shells.

The artillerymen's smiles gradually changed, and they bombarded the First Army Headquarters that had not yet collapsed one after another.

"Blow the horn!"

Accompanied by the loud charge, a battalion of infantry attacked from behind their respective bunkers.

The turbulent sea of ​​people rushed towards the headquarters compound, which was half ruined and half built, with an indomitable momentum.

More than a dozen devils who survived the artillery fire still tried to resist, but they were shot dead by the precise shooters of the 772 regiment just as they raised their rifles.

Although the old devil is probably dead, the soldiers still shouted the name of the culprit and started to clean the battlefield with the purpose of seeing people and dead bodies.

In the basement, Yoshio Iwamatsu was neatly dressed, and even hung a medal on his chest leisurely.

The violent shelling just now collapsed the only passage leading to the ground, which gave him plenty of time to prepare for seppuku.

At this time, the old devil was cleaning his samurai sword methodically.He knew that as a lieutenant general of his younger brother's country, or even the commander of the First Army, he must not follow the old path of Anda 23.

"Long live His Majesty the Locust! Long live the brother country of Great Japan!"

After chanting the last slogan, Yoshio Iwamatsu knelt down on his knees and stabbed the imperial-given samurai sword into his stomach, and soon blood spurted from his mouth.

The seppuku is painful, and the pain lasts for a long time.Before dying, it can basically be described as not living well and dying.

Therefore, except for some fanatical militarists, most mid-level and high-level officers performed seppuku first, and then died quickly by other means.

It's a pity that Yoshio Iwamatsu was the only one in the basement at this time, Major General Hanaya Masa, the only one qualified to be the intermediary, took the rest of the staff to guard the gate.

Blood gushed out from the wound on his abdomen, and the old devil kept wriggling on the ground like a maggot scalded by hot water.

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Twenty-seven hours later, the battle gradually came to an end, and only sporadic devils were still fighting guerrillas with the troops of the 27th Division in the urban area.

In the Devil's prediction, the First Army could hold out for at least a month with the fortress and sufficient supplies, enough to last until the support troops arrived.

Even Yoshio Iwamatsu, the person involved, fantasized about the dream of the emperor of Asia.

In the forecast of the division commander, deputy general staff and deputy commander in chief, three days is a relatively reasonable attack time.

The Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region can use this period of time to encircle and fight for aid, consuming the vital strength of the North China Front Army. The 129th Division can fight steadily to reduce casualties and minimize losses.

But the brigade commander told everyone with practical actions that 28 hours is enough to end the battle against the First Army.

An hour later, the devils in the city were wiped out, and the commanders of all the troops gathered on the ruins of the First Army Headquarters to cheer.

Everyone has dug through the basement of the headquarters and found Yoshio Iwamatsu's body and the command knife.

It's a pity that Hua Guzheng died in the first round of bombardment by the 772 regiment. Not only was there no bones left, it was difficult to put together, and even the general's knife was blown into several sections by the shells.

Looking at the brigade commander holding a command knife, all the commanders of the [-]th brigade surrounded him.

Seemingly aware that the other party was a little unhappy, Cheng Xiazi took the initiative to say:
"Brigade Commander, we just won the battle, why are you still hanging on your face. Although the old devil Yoshio Iwamatsu committed seppuku, his body and command knife are intact and will not affect our propaganda work."

"What's more, we wiped out the First Army and regained Taiyuan! Be happy!"

Although the Eighth Route Army has recovered many counties in Jin Province, even including big cities such as Yangquan and Yuncheng.But it was the first time to regain the provincial capital city, not to mention the extremely difficult siege battle.

"Yes."

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads in unison, only to see the division commander, the deputy chief of staff and the deputy chief of staff coming from behind.

"This time you fought a beautiful battle of annihilation. I have already sent the news of your victory back to the border area. It is estimated that the letter of commendation for you will be sent soon."

"Victories in two consecutive major battles are recognized as a shot in the arm. Now even the most pessimistic people will definitely not think that Japan is an opponent that is difficult to defeat.

"Starting today, it is estimated that your name will be spread all over the world."

Hearing the awards from the three, even the brigade commander scratched his head in embarrassment, showing the same smile as Li Yunlong.

In the pleasant atmosphere, a correspondent came to the scene.

After receiving Yoshio Iwamatsu's farewell telegram, the troops directly under the Mongolian Army, the Kwantung Army, and the North China Front Army all took countermeasures.

Although the 129th Division had suffered casualties in its attack on Taiyuan, there were still five brigades that did not participate in the battle.

In addition to the 120th Division, the Jinchaji Military Region, and the First Air Division, the devils don't have ten full-staffed Type B divisions, and they don't even think about getting closer to Jin Province.

After weighing the pros and cons, the devils left behind the broken troops, and the main force returned by train.

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Border area, communication room.

There was no sound in the room except for the tick-tock of the high-power radio.

Since the beginning of the battle, the desperate battle fox has come here together with the army morale master to wait for the result.

At first, every battle report will affect the hearts of the two.But as more and more good news came back, they had calmed down and waited for the final result.

While the bosses were checking the map, the correspondent opened the code book, took a pencil and started to record quickly.

As the content of the telegram was deciphered, the smile on the soldier's face became brighter.Holding the telegram, he walked up to the desperate battle fox and the army morale master, and saluted a military salute with restraint.

"Report! An urgent call from Division 129!"

"My department! It took 28 hours, a big victory!"

As soon as the words came out, the two immediately took the message from the correspondent and began to read it in detail.Even the staff officers who were on standby outside the house poured in to wait for the official result.

After reading it, the army morale master slapped the table excitedly and stood up from the stool.

"Good! Nice job!"

"It only took 28 hours, and the same goes for Warming Wine and Slashing Huaxiong!"

"Great work! Great work! This is a problem for me, how should I reward him, hahaha!"

Hearing this, the staff immediately burst into applause.

The loudspeakers in the border area began to repeatedly broadcast the news that Taiyuan had been captured and Yoshio Iwamatsu had been killed.

In order to prevent some people from not being able to understand Chinese, the comrades in the broadcasting room specially played it in Japanese every five times.

For a moment, the entire border region was in a frenzy.

Comrades shed tears on the spot, and cheers went straight to the sky, celebrating this historic moment.

"Correspondent! Send this good news to the southwest capital first, so that the chairman can be happy for us!"

"Let the Eighth Office send a copy to Sheng Tiebi. If he hadn't 'guarded' the border area, we wouldn't have had the chance to send three main divisions to the North China battlefield."

"Finally! Announce the whole country! Let everyone who doubts us see! What is the determination to resist Japan!"

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Jixian County, Kenanpo.

Although the Jinsui Army did not participate in the battle, they didn't even have the chance to encircle and fight for aid.But Yan Laoxi let all the intelligence personnel out, always paying attention to the battle report in Taiyuan.

After all, games are not reality, and there is no unreachable Suiyuan.Taiyuan is his everything, and it is also the home he thinks about day and night.

For egg dancers, it is best to practice the Shanxi Monroe Doctrine for the rest of their lives, and carry out the saying that Shanxi is Shanxi for Shanxi people.

By the way, the nickname egg dancer is a thing of the past.

Now the Guofu troops have withdrawn from Jin Province to recuperate because of the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain.The formerly powerful First Army has been completely annihilated by the Eighth Route Army.

Only one of the three eggs was left, and it was the kind that could crush him to death at any time.

"President, the Eighth Route Army has officially captured the entire Taiyuan this afternoon!"

"Even Lieutenant General Iwamatsu Yoshio and Major General Hanaya Masa of the First Army were killed by the 772nd Regiment of the [-]th Brigade."

Hearing what his chief of staff said, Yan Laoxi suddenly raised his head.His face was full of shock, and even his voice trembled a little.

Although everyone had guessed the current scene, they were deeply shocked by the hard power displayed by the 129th division.

In the vision of the Jinsui Army, if the Eighth Route Army wanted to take Taiyuan, it would need to use at least two divisions and go through a long siege to win.

I never thought that the times have changed, and people directly came to speed pass from ten brigades.

"What did you say?"

"This is too fast! Is the information confirmed?"

"Ok!"

After confirming, Yan Laoxi sighed and slumped on the seat.

Knowing that the remnants of the First Army staying in Taiyuan are so vulnerable, the Jinsui Army should take the risk of tearing their faces and attack Taiyuan first.

Hitting devils is always right.

If you kill Yoshio Iwamatsu, you will be the one who regains Taiyuan.There is a high probability that the hearts of the people that were lost in the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain can be regained.

As for how to distribute the territory with the Eighth Route Army in the future, as long as Taiyuan can be kept!Give what people want!
It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in the world, and the king of Shanxi has no chance for the time being, so let's honestly grow up in Zhongtiao Mountain.

When Yan Laoxi was in a daze, the chief of staff coughed and asked in a low voice: "President, do you think we have a chance to get back the equipment and workers of many factories?"

"Their Eighth Route Army is not short of three melons and two dates, so it should be returned to the original owner."

After hearing this sentence, Yan Laoxi raised his head reluctantly, looking at the other party like a fool.

"Is there a problem with you, or is there a problem with their deputy commander? Don't you really think that the words of the united front alone can make a lion speak?"

"If I exert pressure as the commander of the second war zone, what do you think the people of the Republic of China will think of us? It is a life-saving talisman, not a cash cow."

"Minxin, we can't lose it again."

The Eighth Route Army's temper is very good, but the premise of everything must be the status of an ally.

When there was friction two years ago, the fight was not ambiguous at all.After all, rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone a powerful force with hundreds of thousands of troops.

"Pass me an order! In the name of the commander of the second war zone, issue a commendation order to the Eighth Route Army!"

"Spit out the territory we took over from Yoshio Iwamatsu before. Those counties are all in the southeast of Shanxi, and they are too far away from our base camp."

"In the event of an accident, there is no chance of support. It's better to be a favor and keep us safe."

After recording the words of his president, the chief of staff turned and left.

With only himself left, Yan Laoxi laid out a strategic map of the entire North China.The canine-toothed arrows on the map are the routes the devils marched to support the First Army.

For the Japanese army, the five provinces in North China have abundant resources, complete infrastructure, and convenient transportation.

After controlling North China, it is equivalent to controlling more than half of the Republic of China.Regardless of military or experience, they will not give up easily.

Now the strong rise of the Eighth Route Army has seriously threatened the living space of the Japanese army.

In just one and a half years, the opponent has developed into an army of more than 200 fighter jets, hundreds of cannons and hundreds of thousands of people.

If it continues to develop, it will definitely become a monster-level existence in a short time.

Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by Lin Feng. In order to kill the most powerful enemy in the future, the Japanese army will definitely mobilize all spare troops to besiege Jin Province.

As long as he keeps his head down and develops, the plan of expelling tigers and wolves still has hope.In the distant future, the position of King of Shanxi will have to be held by Yan.

It's just that in the future, the entire Jinsui army will be dormant in southern Shanxi.

Thinking of this, Yan Laoxi showed a weird smile.

Although I am miserable, I can still accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity to rise again.

But someone in the southwest capital must be more anxious than himself, and now he is probably going to scold his mother.

　It's time to build the infrastructure!The Yellow River is warming up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)