Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated Chapter 261

Chapter 261 The two brothers in distress

 There is no doubt that the brigade commander is a fun-loving person.

  Normally, he is a moderate. He is mainly responsible for enjoying the fun and watching the show. He basically does not participate in active group meetings. He mostly enjoys watching all kinds of new things in the front row.

 But once it comes to bald heads, the nature of the matter changes.

The brigade commander will directly transform into an armored vehicle full of weapons. If there is no group, he will take the initiative to start a group. If there is no fun, he will find ways to spread fire everywhere.

After hearing the battle commander's words, the correspondent on the side was stunned for a few seconds, and then couldn't help laughing.

Although he has not participated in the Northern Expedition, he is quite familiar with what happened more than ten years ago. If the telegram just sent to the capital of the southwest was sent intact, the bald head would be so angry that he would suffer from brain congestion.

"yes!"

“I will send a report to the rear now! Report the results to the deputy commander in chief!”

While the two were talking, the artillery battalion of the 772nd Regiment was ready for battle and was only waiting for orders from superiors to bombard the headquarters of the First Army.

After getting Cheng Xiazi's signal, the artillery battalion commander waved his flag and immediately shouted: “Let go!”

One Type 92 infantry gun, three M1897 75mm cannons and twelve mortars of different calibers opened fire at the same time. The shells fell in the air in straight lines or arcs, and landed in the headquarters of the First Army.

 “Boom, boom, boom!”

 A dense burst of artillery shells struck, and the fortifications built by the Japanese based on houses were destroyed one by one in the violent explosion.

 But the artillery attack was not over yet. The order from the commander-in-chief of the battle was not to deliberately keep prisoners, but the order from his own regiment commander was to shoot out all the artillery shells.

 The artillerymen's smiles gradually became abnormal, and they fired one artillery shell after another towards the headquarters of the First Army that had not yet collapsed.

 “Blow the trumpet!”

With the loud sound of the charging horn, a battalion of infantry attacked from behind their respective bunkers.

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

A dozen Japanese soldiers who survived the artillery fire tried to resist, but as soon as they raised their rifles, they were shot dead by precision shooters from the 772nd Regiment.

Although the old devil was most likely dead, the soldiers still shouted the name of the culprit and began to clean the battlefield with the purpose of seeing people alive and dead or corpses.

 In the basement, Yoshio Iwamatsu was neatly dressed and even had the leisure to hang a medal on his chest.

 The fierce shelling just now destroyed the only access to the ground, which gave him enough time to prepare to commit suicide.

At this time, the old devil was wiping his samurai sword in an orderly manner. He knew very well that as a lieutenant general of his younger brother's country, or even the commander of the First Army, he absolutely could not follow the old path of Anda Twenty-Three.

 “Long live your Majesty the Locust! Long live my brother Japan!”

 After shouting the last slogan, Yoshio Iwamatsu knelt on his knees and stabbed the katana given by him into his abdomen, and soon blood spurted out of his mouth.

 Seppuku is very painful, and the pain lasts for a long time. Before dying, it can basically be described as life or death.

 So except for some fanatical militarists, most middle- and high-level officers committed seppuku first and then died quickly through other means.

It's a pity that Yoshio Iwamatsu was the only one in the basement at this time. Major General Masaru Hanatani, the only one qualified to be the intermediary, also led the remaining staff to guard the door.

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

 Twenty-seven hours later, the battle gradually came to an end, and only a few Japanese soldiers were still fighting guerrillas with the troops of the 129th Division in the city.

In the Japanese's expectation, the First Army, relying on the fortress and sufficient supplies, could hold on for at least a month, enough to hold on until the supporting troops arrived.

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

 In the predictions of the division commander, deputy general staff officer and deputy general commander, three days is a relatively reasonable attack duration.

The Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region can use this time to encircle the point and provide reinforcements, consuming the effective strength of the North China Front Army. The 129th Division can reduce the casualties of the troops by operating steadily and minimizing losses.

But the brigade commander told everyone with practical actions that against the mere First Army, twenty-eight hours was enough to end the battle.

 An hour later, all the Japs in the city were cleared, and the commanders of all the units gathered on the ruins of the First Army Headquarters and cheered.

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

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

Looking at the brigade commander holding the command knife, the commanders of the 386th Brigade surrounded him.

As if he noticed that the other party was a little unhappy, Cheng Xiazi took the initiative and said:

"Brigadier Commander, we have just won the battle, why are you still so embarrassed? Although the old devil Yoshio Iwamatsu committed seppuku and committed suicide, his body and command knife are intact and will not affect our propaganda work."

“What's more, we also wiped out the First Army and recaptured Taiyuan! Be happy, be happy!”

Although the Eighth Route Army has recovered many county towns in Jin Province, including large cities such as Yangquan and Yuncheng. But it was the first time to recapture a provincial capital city, not to mention it was an extremely difficult siege.

"yes."

Hearing this, everyone turned around and saw the division commander, deputy general staff officer and deputy commander coming from the rear.

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

“Victory in two consecutive major battles is a shot in the arm. Now even the most pessimistic people will never think that Japan is an invincible opponent.

 “From today on, your name will probably be spread all over the world.”

Hearing the commendations from the three men, Brigadier Rao scratched his head in embarrassment and showed the same smile as Li Yunlong.

 In the cheerful 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 response measures.

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

 Coupled with the 120th Division, the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region and the 1st Air Division, the Japanese do not have ten full B divisions, and there is no way they can even get close to Shanxi Province.

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

 Border area, communication room.

The room was completely silent except for the ticking sound of a high-power radio station.

 Since the beginning of the battle, the Desperate Foxes and Army Morale Wizards have come here to wait for the results.

 At first, every battle report would affect the hearts of the two of them. But as more and more good news comes back, they have calmed down and are just waiting for the final result.

While the bosses were looking at the map, the correspondent opened the code book and started taking notes quickly with a pencil.

 As the contents of the telegram were deciphered, the smile on the soldier's face became brighter. Holding the telegram in hand, he walked up to the Desperate Fox and the Army Morale Wizard, suppressed his excitement and saluted him with a military salute.

“Report! Urgent telegram from the 129th Division!”

"Our department! It took twenty-eight hours to achieve a great victory!" As soon as these words came out, the two of them immediately took the message from the correspondent and began to read it in detail. Even the staff on standby outside the house rushed in to wait for the official results.

 After reading it, the Army Morale Wizard slapped the table excitedly and stood up from his stool.

 “Okay! Well done!”

“It actually only took twenty-eight hours. Warming wine and beheading Hua Xiong was no more than that!”

 “Great work! Great work! This actually poses a problem for me, how should I reward him, hahaha!”

Hearing this, all the staff members burst into applause.

 The loudspeakers in the border area began to repeatedly broadcast the news of the capture of Taiyuan and the killing of Yoshio Iwamatsu.

In order to prevent some people from not understanding Chinese, the comrades in the broadcast room specially broadcast it in Japanese every five times.

 For a time, the entire border area was in a frenzy.

Comrades shed tears on the spot and cheered to the sky to celebrate this historic moment.

“Correspondent! Send a copy of this good news to the southwest capital first, so that the chairman of the committee will be happy for us too!”

"Let the Eighth Office forward another copy to the Holy Iron Wall. Without him to 'defend' the border area, we would not have the chance to send the three main divisions to the North China battlefield."

"Finally! Announce to the whole country! Let all those who doubt us see! What is the determination to resist Japan!"

  Ji County, Kenanpo.

Although the Jinsui Army did not participate in the battle, they did not even have a chance to encircle the point for reinforcements. But Yan Laoxi released all the intelligence personnel and was always paying attention to Taiyuan's battle reports.

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

 For egg dancers, it is best to pursue the Shanxi Monroe Doctrine throughout 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.

 At present, the preserved fruit troops have withdrawn from Jin Province to recuperate due to the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain. The once powerful First Army had been completely annihilated by the Eighth Route Army.

 Only one of the three eggs was left, and it was still 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 Hanatani Masaru of the First Army were killed by the 772nd Regiment of the 386th Brigade.”

Hearing the words of his chief of staff, Yan Laoxi suddenly raised his head. His face was full of shock, and even his voice was trembling.

Although everyone had guessed the current scene, the hard power displayed by the 129th Division still deeply shocked them.

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

 With the times changing, ten brigades came to get through quickly.

 “What do you mean?”

“This is too fast! Is the information confirmed?”

"Um!"

After confirming, Yan Laoxi sighed and slumped down on his seat.

Had they known that the remnants of the First Army staying in Taiyuan were so vulnerable, the Jinsui Army should have taken the risk of breaking out and attacked Taiyuan first.

 It's always right to fight the Japanese.

If you kill Yoshio Iwamatsu, you will be the one to regain Taiyuan. There is a high probability that the people's hearts and minds that were lost in the battle of Zhongtiao Mountain can be regained.

As for how to allocate territory with the Eighth Route Army in the future, as long as Taiyuan can be retained! Give people what they want!

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world. The King of Shanxi has no chance for the time being, so he can just develop in Zhongtiao Mountain.

While 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 from many factories?"

“The Eighth Route Army is not short of three melons and two dates. It should be returned to its original owner.”

After hearing this, Yan Laoxi reluctantly raised his head and looked at the other party as if he were a fool.

"Is there a problem with you, or is there a problem with their deputy commander-in-chief? Don't you really think that the words "united front" alone will make a lion open his mouth?"

"If I use my identity as the commander of the Second Theater Command to exert pressure, what do you think the people of the Republic of China will think of us? That is a life-saving talisman, not a cash cow."

 “People's support, we can't lose it again.”

 The Eighth Route Army has a good temper, but the prerequisite for everything is to be an ally.

　　Two years ago, when there was friction, people were not ambiguous at all. After all, rabbits can bite people when they are anxious, let alone a powerful force with hundreds of thousands of troops.

"Pass my order! In the name of the Commander of the Second Theater Zone, issue a commendation order to the Eighth Route Army!"

“Spit out the territory we previously received from Yoshio Iwamatsu. Those counties are all in southeastern Shanxi, which are really far away from our base camp.”

“Once an accident happens, there's no chance for 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 the strategic situation map of the entire North China. The jagged arrows on the map are the routes the Japanese marched to support the First Army.

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

 After controlling North China, it was equivalent to controlling most of the Republic of China. Whether from a military perspective or an experience perspective, they will not give up easily.

The current strong rise of the Eighth Route Army has seriously threatened the Japanese army's living space.

In just one and a half years, the opponent has developed into an army with 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 before long.

 Every tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. In order to kill the most powerful enemy in the future, the Japanese army will definitely mobilize all available troops to besiege Jin Province.

As long as you keep your head down and develop, there is still hope for the plan to drive away tigers and devour wolves. In the distant future, the position of King of Shanxi will still have to be filled by someone surnamed Yan.

It's just that next, the entire Jin-Sui army will hibernate in southern Shanxi.

Thinking of this, Yan Laoxi showed a strange smile.

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

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

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

 (End of this chapter)

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