"What's going on? Hey, is that person attacking?"

The moment they heard the sound of gunfire, Takahashi Tagaji and the two regiment captains in the headquarters immediately lost their composure.

They quickly stood up and rushed out of the house, looking towards the direction where the gunfire came from. The three faint reds in the sky had not completely faded away.

Gunshots and shouts rang out all around, but the gunshots in the north were the most intense, and the shouts were getting closer and closer.

"Your Excellency the Major General... Your Excellency the Major General..."

A major staff officer stumbled over, his face full of panic.

"Branch, that person is attacking from all sides. The attack from the north is the fiercest. A team of several hundred people. That team has broken through our outer defense line and is heading here... Your Excellency Major General... Hurry up...

Retreat quickly..."

"Whoosh whoosh..."

As soon as the staff officer's trembling voice finished, a series of whistling sounds came from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen mortar shells exploded in the center of the headquarters.

"Major General, be careful!!!"

Morimoto Iichiro knocked Takahashi Tagaji down immediately.

"Boom boom boom..."

Artillery shells exploded right next to them, and the dirt and snow on the ground were blown up all over the sky.

"Ahhhh..."

This area was densely populated, many little Japs were killed and injured, and there were wailing, groaning, and groaning sounds all around.

"Kill!!!"

As soon as the explosion passed, the shouts of the Chinese people gradually came to the north. The Japanese soldiers and commanders were horrified and looked every bit like the disgraced Takaji Takaji.

The major staff officer who had just rushed in to report the situation had fallen into a pool of blood. His entire back was covered with dense shrapnel, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Takahashi Tagaji's eyes stayed on the body of the major staff officer for two seconds, and then he said to Morimoto Iichiro:

"Morimoto-kun, you immediately organize the warriors to stop the attack. You must drive out the guy from the north!"

"Hey, for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor, I will fight to the end. I also ask the Major General to retreat as soon as possible..."

Morimoto Ichiro didn't hesitate at all. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and ran towards the north.

Takahashi Tagaji patted the dust and snow on his body and walked back to the headquarters calmly.

The headquarters was already in a state of chaos, with various maps and documents scattered everywhere, and two wounded men still lying on the ground screaming.

"Is the radio station still working?" Takahashi Tagaji asked loudly.

A man who looked like a communications soldier answered after operating the radio:

"Your Excellency Major General, there is still one that can be used, but it seems to be somewhat damaged. I don't know how long it can last..."

Takahashi Tagaji looked serious and solemn,

"Sending a message to the division commander, our 40th brigade has reached its most critical moment, requesting tactical guidance, requesting tactical guidance!"

"Hiyi!"

The signal soldier hurriedly put on his earphones and started transmitting.

Colonel Hiruzuki Kenji on the side frowned slightly. Even if there were reinforcements, it would definitely be too late. This last telegram should be a farewell telegram, not a reinforcement telegram requesting tactical guidance.

'What are you thinking, Major General?'

Although he had doubts in his heart, he did not ask directly. Maybe the Major General still held on to a glimmer of hope of survival.

Seeing that the correspondent had finished sending the telegram, Kenji Suzuki approached Takahashi Tagaji and said:

"Your Majesty, Major General, that person's attack was so violent, I think they must have planned it in advance.

The headquarters has limited troops, so we should take advantage of it and quickly approach Gaoping before the man attacks.

The reinforcements from the 79th and 80th regiments are definitely on their way. We only need to break out a certain distance to the west to meet them, and then we can concentrate our superior forces to teach Jiangdong a lesson!"

He still had thousands of troops in his hands, so Takahashi Tagaji was naturally unwilling to fail. He nodded quickly,

"Destroy the documents and retreat immediately!"

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A submachine gun is a powerful weapon in close combat, and a Japanese soldier with a 38-inch cap cannot resist the dense rain of bullets.

The Japanese soldiers in the headquarters were the most loyal and brave. They rushed in groups towards the Chinese army that was charging into the hinterland. Although their comrades around them fell in lines, the Japanese soldiers never gave up the charge.

"Da da da……"

With the increase in the number of uses, the warriors of the Broadsword Team became more and more familiar with the submachine guns in their hands, and their shooting accuracy gradually improved.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers falling down in a line before they could reach them, the morale of the soldiers was greatly shaken.

They rushed towards the front of the Japanese army, not dodging or avoiding, and kept firing with the submachine guns in their hands. The rain of bullets was like a bulldozer, knocking down the Japanese who were blocking the front.

The battle was almost overwhelming. The warriors of the Broadsword Team had never fought such a hearty battle.

They just held their guns and fired, and the Japanese soldiers would hit the bullets like moths to the flames.

When the magazine is empty and replaced with a new one, the output of firepower continues.

Although they only have 200 people, their momentum is as strong as 2,000 people!

They are like a steel knife. Wherever the blade passes, all gods and ghosts are destroyed.

As the battle progressed, the resistance of the Japs became more and more intense, and more soldiers who were not afraid of death appeared around the Broadsword Team.

"Da da da……"

The little devils not only appeared from the front, but also from time to time on the left, right and behind. The attack of the Broadsword team gradually became slow.

"Bagaya Road, charge forward! Charge forward!"

The angry howl of the Japanese officer clearly reached Han Mo's ears.

He had already emptied two magazines, and the distance between the enemy and us was gradually getting closer, from one hundred meters to forty or fifty meters.

Han Mo shouted to the soldiers around him while changing the magazine,

"Don't get too entangled on the two wings, rush in, chop off the head of the Japanese commander and we will win!"

"yes!!!"

The soldiers responded loudly, turned their guns one after another, quickened their pace, and rushed straight forward.

The Blade Team only has 200 people. If they get too entangled with the Japanese soldiers, they will be dragged to death by a steady stream of Japanese soldiers in a short time.

Their mission is to attack, attack, and completely break the Japanese command system.

Only by moving forward can we complete the mission and ensure that the soldiers do not make too many sacrifices.

The submachine gun in Han Mo's hand kept spitting out flames, and countless hot bullets shot into the bodies of the Japanese soldiers in front of him.

The two sides got closer and closer, and in the end they were only more than 10 meters away.

"Click..."

After firing the last bullet, a crisp hollow sound came from the submachine gun.

"ah!!!"

A Japanese captain 10 meters away rushed over with a command knife and howling like a ghost!

For this moment of close combat, at least 200 imperial warriors fell.

Damn, that guy was really over the top. When it was time to fight with the bayonet, they actually used a submachine gun. He was really not a real samurai.

'Whether you change the magazine faster or the knife in my hand is faster?'

The Japanese captain thought proudly in his heart.

More than 100 Japanese soldiers behind him also pressed forward with bayonets in hand. They wanted to use their superb stabbing skills to regain the ground they had just lost.

"snort!"

Han Mo had a sneer on his lips and murderous intent in his eyes. He threw away the empty submachine gun without hesitation and pulled out the Green Dragon Sword behind him (this is what the Japanese called the 29th Army's broadsword).

"kill!!!"

A shocking roar pierced the sound of gunfire and pierced the wind, snow and clouds.

Han Mo's shout shouted out the humiliation of being captured and the ironclad character of a Chinese soldier and a Chinese man!

"Ouch..."

Like the howl of the alpha wolf, the wolves surrounding the prey showed their sharp fangs at this command.

The cold light of the blade connected from one point to another, and under the snowy light, the dazzling metallic luster made the Japanese soldiers who were close at hand feel their eyes dazzle.

When their eyes could see clearly ahead again, countless sharp steel knives came towards them with breathtaking power.
To be continued...