"Yes, leader."

The telegraph soldier put the telegram into his briefcase, saluted with a military salute, turned around, got on his horse and rode away quickly.

Zhao Gang looked at the sky and saw that it was almost dark. At this time, it was too late to send a transport plane to drop leaflets on the Japanese positions.

But Zhao Gang looked at the commanders and fighters of the new regiment who were marching, and suddenly his expression changed: "Old Li, we can convey the news of the killing of the new commander of the Japanese North China Front, Naosaburo Okabe, to the entire regiment as soon as possible."

"The major counterattack has just begun, and the new commander of the Japanese North China Front has been killed. This will definitely make the soldiers full of energy!"

Li Yunlong nodded with a satisfied expression:

"Okay, Lao Zhao, please arrange this as soon as possible."

Wang Dehou suggested: "Then we also have to send a telegram to the Independent Regiment, the New Second Regiment, the 129th Division, the 120th Division and the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei and other brother units to let them know that we have killed the new commander of the North China Front Army.

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"No need." Li Yunlong thought for a moment and said, "As soon as our clear telegram is sent, the whole of China will know about it."

"That's right." Wang Dehou smiled, "Look at me, I'm so happy that I forgot all about it."

Following Zhao Gang's order, news came down one by one that the new regiment's fighter jets had killed the new commander of the North China Front, General Naosaburo Okabe.

It didn't take long for the entire new regiment's marching team to become a little excited.

Soon, the entire marching team sang in unison.
Chapter completed!