In Anhua City, the Japanese division headquarters.

The entire division and unit has been shrouded in the atmosphere of doomsday.

Some officers looked idly, some were angry, and some were even reciting the Buddha's name.

"Second Commander!" A Japanese lieutenant rushed in with smoke and said in panic, "The Eighth Route Army has advanced to the gate of the division!"

It seemed to be to confirm the report of the second lieutenant, and the distance was less than twenty meters. It was really outside the gate.

"Baga, did the Eighth Route Army advance so quickly?"

Sadao Inoue, who was burning documents, shouted with a dark face.

The division headquarters has a large number of shameful documents and must be burned as soon as possible.

The second lieutenant of the Japanese gasp said, "The Eighth Route Army has a chariot, we can't stop it!"

"Damn it!" Inoue Sadashi's face became more and more embarrassing, because the Sixty-ninth Division had no combat chariot defensive cannons.

In fact, not only the 69th Division, but almost all the chariot defense cannons on the Chinese battlefield were allocated to various divisions on the Southeast Asian battlefield or the Pacific battlefield.

After pausing, Sadao Inoue said again: "Where is the engineer? Let the engineer use explosives to blow up the Eighth Route Army tanks!"

"It's useless." The second lieutenant of the Japanese replied tragically, "The engineer team has sent more than a dozen blasting teams, but none of them can get close to the tanks of the Eighth Route Army."

As he spoke, a roar suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a large hole was broken in the south wall of the war room.

However, an armor-piercing bullet penetrated the wall and penetrated into the war room.

Sadaemi Inoue felt a heat on his face, and there seemed to be liquid splashing on his face, and he could still smell the smell of blood.

Am I injured? Inoue Sadaemi frowned and turned around and was about to talk to Igarashi Mi, but found that Igarashi Mi's shoulders were empty and her head was gone.

It turns out that Igarashi Mi's head has been shattered by the armor-piercing bullet that penetrated the wall.

A stream of blood shot out from the broken neck, just in time to hit Sadashi Inoue's face.

Seeing this, Sadashi Inoue's heart immediately sank, and the last moment was about to come.

Fortunately, the division headquarters had burned out all the documents, so the last page of the documents were thrown into the stove, and Sadashi Inoue pulled out the Emperor's Imperial Sword at his waist with his backhand.

Several officers took out southern pistols.

However, more officers followed Sadashi Inoue to pull out the saber at his waist.

Sadashi Inoue began to issue the final order: "Kano, you can send a farewell telegram to the headquarters."

"Hayi!" Communications captain Jiro Kono suddenly paused and returned to the communications room to put on his headphones to send a telegram.

Sadae Inoue led a dozen officers from the division headquarters to launch a desperate charge. However, as soon as he rushed to the front yard, he encountered a Type 95 tank crashing through the gate and breaking in.

Two division guards were also smashed along with the division gate.

One of the guards had his entire hips broken by the tank. He was hung on the outer armor of the tank, but he still used a rifle to smash the tank one by one.

But after hitting it twice, there was no sound again.

Sadao Inoue and the officer behind him were stunned for two seconds and charged forward again.

The next moment, a red light flashed, and a 37mm-caliber armor-piercing projectile was already whistling out from the main gun of the Type 95 tank with a ball of red light.

The shells drew a fuzzy trajectory in the air.

Wherever the track passed, half of the body above the left hip disappeared instantly below the left shoulder of Inoue Sadashi Wei's body.

The intelligence chief Sadao Kato, who was following Sadao Inoue, had just walked out of the war room and before he could even go down the steps, one of his right leg turned into a bloody rain from the root of his thigh.

Then there was a loud bang.

The warhead carries huge kinetic energy and piles up into the steps.

Then a large amount of soil and gravel spread violently with the explosion's shock wave, overturning other Japanese officers to the ground. Then, before these Japanese officers got up, the scorching bullets poured over, but the front-fired machine gun on the Type 95 light site had already fired, and the dense rain of bullets drove several Japanese officers into sieves.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of Eighth Route Army soldiers rushed in.

...

In Taiyuan, the headquarters of the First Army.

The atmosphere in the entire combat hall was solemn, and even the air seemed to have frozen.

Apart from the officers' breathing, there was only the beeping radio waves coming from the communication room next door.

Shinichi Yoshimoto stared at the map in front of him with a blank expression, as if he was thinking, but in fact his mind was blank. At this time, even Master Amaterasu had no choice.

At some point, Communications Division Chief Yasuhiro Inoue hurried out.

After seeing Inoue Yasushi's expression clearly, Shinichi Yoshimoto felt relieved and relaxed. The battle of shame was finally over and the 69th Division was finally relieved.

Sure enough, what Inoue Yasushi brought was the bad news of the 69th Division.

"Commander." Inoue Yasushi said, "Lieutenant Kono, the communication team of the 69th Division, just sent a farewell telegram, and the 69th Division has collectively sacrificed its life for the empire."

Yoshimoto Satoichi sighed softly and said, "Read the telegram to you."

"Hayi." Inoue Yasushi paused his head and opened the telegram and recited loudly, "His Excellency Yoshimoto, the commander of the First Army of the Great Japanese Empire in Shanxi, and his colleagues: He led the 69th Division to station in Anhua, northwest of Shanxi, and Heian Prefecture, and was attacked by the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army three days ago..."

...

Central Hebei, Japanese Army Command.

Atsushi Mi was also reciting the farewell telegram from Okamura Yasuji's 69th Division.

"...The troops are not enough and we have to divide the troops to guard all places, so that the troops are even more difficult. In fact, it means not to set up defenses everywhere. I hope that the commander and your colleagues will not repeat the same mistakes..."

Hearing this, Okamura Yanji couldn't listen anymore and said gritting his teeth, "Don't read it anymore."

After Ai Mo Jing San immediately put away the telegram and stopped reading it, his face was a little sad. The shameful record of the entire division being completely wiped out by the enemy was finally broken by the Sixty-ninth Division.

This is not only a shame for the 69th Division, but also a shame for the First Army, but also a shame for the North China Front Army and even the entire Chinese faction!

"Order!" Okamura Yasuji said with a dark face.

"The infantry brigades under the 27th Division immediately launched a night attack and will sweep the Chinese in two counties, more than 20 townships and more than 300 villages in the area,"

Speaking of this, he paused and said with a grim voice: "Kill them all! No one is allowed to stay!"

"Hayi!" The three of the last spirit paused their heads, and an extremely cold look flashed across their face.

...

In Tokyo, Imperial Palace.

Hirohito looked at Tojo Hideki with a faint look.

Tojo Hideki knelt on the cushion with his hands hanging down, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Next to Hirohito and Tojo Hideki, there was a royal guard standing, who was reading a loud farewell telegram from the 69th Division just sent.

"... Although the loyal and brave soldiers of our 69th Division fought to the death, they were outnumbered and suffered losses. The reinforcements from Taiyuan and Datong were delayed. After three days and nights of fierce fighting, they finally fell into a desperate situation."

"At this point, all the positions on the periphery were lost, and street fighting was also an enemy for the whole people, and it was difficult to continue."

"I just want to die to repay the empire and repay His Majesty the Emperor, and not to lose the glory of the great Japanese Imperial Army."

"The above telegram was dictated by General Satoshi Inoue. Now the enemy's chariot has been pushed to the division headquarters. The division commander Satoshi Inoue led the Communications Section Chief Mikun Igarashi, the intelligence Section Chief Satoshi Kato Satoshi and other dozens of people to launch a desperate counterattack to defend the final glory of the 69th Division."

"Lieutenant Captain of the Communications Team of the 69th Division, Ichiro Kono."

"I bid farewell to Anhua on May 28, 17th year of Showa!"

After the guards finished reading the farewell telegram, the imperial study room fell into a long silence.

Three minutes later, Hirohito finally said quietly: "Tojo-kun, I hope I won't have a second failure like this, is it OK?"

Tojo Hideki stopped.

...

Liao County, Shanxi, the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army.

Not only the boss and deputy chief of staff, division commander, political commissar, and many staff and cadres from the headquarters gathered in the war room, filling the not-so-spacious war room.

Because everyone has heard that the Northwest Shanxi Column is attacking Anhua fiercely and is progressing smoothly.

From now on, the good news that the Northwest Shanxi Column wiped out the 69th Division of the Japanese Army may be heard at any time. Everyone here wants to witness this miracle as soon as possible.

No doubt, this is really a miracle!

Since the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War in 37 years, the Chinese army has never had a record of completely annihilated a division of the Japanese army. Wanjialing almost achieved the victory, but in the end it failed, allowing Junroro Matsuura, the commander of the 106th Division, to escape by chance with the division headquarters.

But this time, the 69th Division of the Japanese Army is likely to not have such good luck.

Because more than 20,000 people from the Northwest Shanxi Column have surrounded Anhua, and there are omnipresent local armed forces and militias outside Anhua, it is absolutely impossible to escape.

Time passes slowly in an anxious waiting.

Everyone thinks that today's time is particularly slow.

Finally, a telegraph soldier ran out with a happy face.

"Great victory!" the telegraph soldier shouted, waving the telegram in his hand.
To be continued...