In Changzhi City, in a courtyard with an antenna, the radio station was beeping non-stop, and little devils were constantly coming in and out of the courtyard.
The little Japanese telegraph operator picked up the copied telegram, stood up and came to Yukio Imada: "Your Excellency, General, this is a telegram from Xinxiang Airport!"
Imada Yukio took the telegram. After seeing the contents of the telegram, his eyes narrowed, and then he slapped the telegram on the table: "Baga!"
Yesterday, the Japanese army in Changzhi lost contact with the Japanese army in Lingchuan. Later, the flight team at Xinxiang Airport reported that the imperial army in Lingchuan was fighting against the National Army and Eighth Route Army troops that were several times larger than theirs. Yukio Imada's heart skipped a beat.
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This morning, Xinxiang Airport sent out reconnaissance planes again, and they saw that the battlefield was littered with corpses of Japanese soldiers, and the Nationalist Government's blue sky and white sun flag was hung in Lingchuan City.
No matter how stupid Yukio is today, he understands at this moment that the Japanese troops in the Lingchuan area have been completely wiped out.
Just when Yukio Imada was wondering why the National Army and the Eighth Route Army appeared in Lingchuan like this, the adjutant on the side presented the compiled intelligence: "Your Excellency, General, according to the information provided by the mole of the intelligence department within the National Army, a few days ago, in the Mausoleum,
Those fighting against the imperial army in Sichuan are the 13th Army, a direct line of the Central Army, the 187th Division of the 47th Army of the Sichuan Army, the 94th Division of the Eighth Route Army, and the main force of the independent detachment!"
"Previously, the 89th Division, the 110th Division and the 94th Division of the Thirteenth Army besieged Lingchuan County. Yesterday's march of our troops consisting of two brigades did not hide the Thirteenth Army that was in Huguan at the time.
After crossing the border between Changzhi and Huguan, the 187th Division south of Changzhi, the New First Division of the Thirteenth Army east of Huguan, and the main force of the independent detachment of the Eighth Route Army from Pingshun followed. Their purpose was to annihilate the main force of the Imperial Army in Lingchuan!
"The adjutant analyzed everything one by one based on the intelligence.
"Baga, why didn't the intelligence department warn in advance? Nearly five thousand of the main force of the imperial army were crushed to pieces in Lingchuan. Has the Japanese Empire ever suffered such losses in China?" Yukio Imada roared with his eyes like a gambler losing money.
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"It is reported that the combat order was not issued through the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs, but was personally ordered by the attendant's office of the highest official in China. This morning, many newspapers in the Kuomintang-controlled area publicly announced the victory of the national army in Lingchuan. I am afraid that it will soon spread to the country!"
In fact, although Ta Kung Pao, Central Daily News and other newspapers praised the victory of the Yeongchuan Battle, only the names of the Thirteenth Army appeared in the newspapers, and the names of the Eighth Route Army and the Sichuan Army did not appear in the newspapers at all.
"Our unit currently has only six unsatisfied brigades gathered in Changzhi. In addition to the seriously injured soldiers who have been transported away, there are only more than 3,700 combatable soldiers. We also need to dedicate some soldiers to protect the heavy artillery regiment. General, you also want to
Make plans early?" the adjutant advised.
The initial siege force of the Japanese army consisted of eight infantry brigades, and later two brigades were sent to reinforce Lingchuan. At that time, the reinforcements numbered more than 1,500 people.
Taken together, the Japanese army lost more than 3,600 people during the siege and subsequent street fighting. This number of casualties was close to the number of people in an infantry regiment.
"Nani? Are you afraid of war? Are you still a warrior of the Japanese Empire?" Today Yukio cursed after hearing this, and then realized his gaffe and said warmly: "The 27th Army is now at the end of its war effort.
As long as Changzhi can be captured, it will be enough to wash away the humiliation of the imperial army and make the Chinese people happy for a few days. Soon, the Nationalist Government's military group in North China will be completely wiped out!"
"Hi!"
"Immediately ask the search team to strengthen the investigation east of Changzhi. Based on the current situation, the National Army and the Eighth Route Army will never sit back and watch Changzhi be occupied by our army!"
At the same time, near Songjiazhuang at the junction of Changzhi and Lucheng.
Songjiazhuang is not far from the Handan-Chang Highway. It was originally the outermost base area of the Tainan Division 1. With the arrival of the main force of the Japanese army, the troops of the Division 1 fought guerrillas with the Japs. Songjiazhuang was once again included in the controlled area by the Japanese army. However, the village
The people were mobilized early in the morning.
The sun began to turn poisonous after seven o'clock. Dong Jiang was lying on a hill beside the road, wearing a straw hat on his head, and the corners of his mouth were peeling. The rest of the small group of soldiers were hiding in the shade one by one, huddled up.
The body dozed off.
At this time, three soldiers from the reconnaissance company came over from the direction of Songjiazhuang, their bodies covered with water bottles.
"Company commander, drink some water. I just got it from Songjiazhuang. It's cold and fine!" The soldier handed over a kettle.
"You have no discipline at all. Who asked you to leave the army without authorization and go to Songjiazhuang to get water!" Dong Jiang scolded with a smile, then unscrewed the lid of the pot, and the cow drank at least half of the pot of water.
"Hey, we marched all night to get here. Just now, our comrades couldn't even eat solid food. This is not the way to go!"
"Go and send some water to Team 2 and Team 3!"
"yes!"
At around eight o'clock in the morning that day, from Dong Jiang's position, many figures appeared on the Handan-Changchun Highway. Dong Jiang immediately asked people to wake up the resting soldiers.
"Company Commander, I'm sorry, why is there such a fellow soldier among this little devil's wounded soldiers?" said the soldier on the side.
Dong Jiang didn't say anything when he heard this. He stared at the road, not knowing what he was thinking.
The mission of the reconnaissance company was to transport the wounded of the Japanese Army. Dong Jiang did not pay attention to this mission, but now something went wrong.
There were at least 1,000 wounded soldiers in the little Jaap's team, and there were more than 100 Japanese guards, and the rest had a large number of young men responsible for carrying stretchers.
"Company commander, do you still want to fight?" The soldiers on the side saw the little devil entering the ambush circle and couldn't help but urge him.
"Inform the second team and the third team not to shoot. The rest of the people should change into the clothes of the Japanese and puppet soldiers!" Dong Jiang ordered.
"yes!"
Then, more than 40 soldiers from the reconnaissance company who changed into clothes, led by Dong Jiang, took a small path and ran in front of the Japanese army.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The person responsible for escorting the wounded was a Japanese second lieutenant, Kazuo Nomoto, a Ryukyu native. These escorts were members of the supply team sent by the 104th Brigade to assist the Kwantung Army in combat. This
Because of the insufficient strength of the Kwantung Army, it became a wounded convoy again.
The original number of carriages in the baggage train was far from enough to transport the wounded, so the little Japanese made many stretchers from local materials near the battlefield.
Logically speaking, carriages should be given priority to the wounded, but Nomoto Kazuo chose to sit in a carriage by himself.
Kazuo Nomoto, who was sitting on the carriage, was not in a good mood. He knew that the Eighth Route Army in Tainan had a very dark heart. If he was asked to escort the wounded, why not let him die!
"Sir, a group of imperial soldiers appeared in front!" A little devil trotted to report.
When Kazuo Nomoto heard this, he thought it was the Kwantung Army from Lucheng who had come out to respond. He quickly jumped down from the carriage and threw the seriously wounded little Japs on the carriage.
"Throw it quickly, throw it quickly!"
The two young men who were carrying the wounded Japs on the side were angry. After hearing Kazuo Nomoto's order, they showed no mercy at all. With a bang, the wounded man who had been well on the stretcher was rolled onto the carriage.
Then two more wounded were thrown on the carriage. The wounded little Japanese who was pressed underneath struggled for a while and looked like he was out of breath.
However, Kazuo Nomoto did not care about the life or death of the wounded, ordered to stop advancing, and then called on several of his men to greet them.
The first day the two parties met, Nomoto Kazuo looked at the nameplate on Dong Jiang's military uniform. It turned out to be the 104th Brigade. At first, he thought he had met his own family, but then he looked at the team behind Dong Jiang. Every soldier looked fierce, and he felt in his heart.
I couldn't help but tremble.
Kazuo Nomoto immediately became extremely polite: "Senior, which department are you in?"
Dong Jiang walked up to him and glanced at the nameplate on Nomoto Kazuo's chest. He was also stunned and cursed in his heart: The fake Li Kui actually bumped into the real Li Kui.
"My name is Shidao Ichiro. I am stationed at Dongyang Pass and have been ordered to perform official duties on the front line. You are also from the 104th Brigade? Why do you look so unfamiliar?" Dong Jiang immediately slapped him down without explanation.
"Oh, it turns out it's a colleague, senior Shidao, Kazuo Nomoto, who was transferred from Ryukyu years ago!"
"Oh, what a coincidence, I am also from Ryukyu!" Dong Jiang was still thinking about getting close to Nomoto Kazuo, and did not notice anything strange about Nomoto Kazuo.
Sure enough, when Nomoto Kazuo heard this, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself that although there were many people who came from Ryukyu by boat, he had always been around, and he had never seen or heard of such a person.
No. 1 person.
Thinking of this, Nomoto Kazuo's little heart skipped a beat, and then he looked at the surrounding mountains: "Damn it, you must be here for me, right? It's so damn unlucky!"
Dong Jiang also didn't expect that the fake Japanese in front of him would have so many mental activities in this moment.
"Nomoto-kun, Nomoto-kun?"
"Ah, Senior Shidao!"
"Nomoto-kun has a heavy responsibility. Why is the battle on the front line so tragic? Where are the wounded going to be transported?" Dong Jiang asked pretending to be curious.
The purpose of Dong Jiang's visit was to take the opportunity to inquire about the situation of the Japanese army in Changzhi.
Hearing this, Kazuo Nomoto knew in his heart that Dong Jiang's identity was most likely the Eighth Route Army, so he said very cooperatively: "Senior Shidao, these wounded soldiers will be sent to Lucheng for treatment!"
"Nani, why are the medical facilities in Lucheng comparable to Handan? Why not send them to Handan? The warriors fought bravely on the battlefield and deserve the best treatment!"
"Hi, hi!" Nomoto and Zizi said that you were pretending to be similar, but they said: "Senior Shidao, haven't you heard that the wounded who were transported to Handan were ambushed by the Eighth Route Army along the way?
Shan’s field hospital did not receive any wounded!”
"Oh, I see, the Eighth Route Army is really hateful!" Dong Jiang cursed angrily.
Dong Jiang then found out a lot about the situation of the Japanese army in Changzhi from Nomoto Kazuo, especially since this fake Japanese was also the head of the transport team and knew the ammunition supply situation of the Japanese army very well.
"Youxi, Nomoto-kun, you have worked really hard. Go and send the wounded to Lucheng!" Dong Jiang said with a smile, and even put his hand on the gun box on his waist as he spoke.
At this moment, Dong Jiang had given up killing these wounded Japs. Unexpectedly, Kazuo Nomoto's body suddenly stiffened when he saw Dong Jiang's actions, and said with a trembling voice: "Comrade of the Eighth Route Army, don't do anything, we have something to do."
discuss!"
As soon as he said this, Dong Jiang, who had no intention of taking out his gun, immediately took out his gun. Soldiers from the reconnaissance company who had been on high alert came forward and surrounded Kazuo Nomoto and others.
"Comrade Eighth Route Army, please don't get me wrong, I will cooperate with you!" Nomoto Kazuo was very obedient and squatted on the ground holding his head.
Dong Jiang looked at Kazuo Nomoto's cowardly look and felt very angry. He didn't know where he had missed a flaw, but he was actually recognized by this coward.
"Tell me, how did you recognize it? Was the question you just answered adulterated?" Dong Jiang pointed his gun directly at Nomoto Kazuo's head.
"Comrade of the Eighth Route Army, you are so majestic. None of us who come from Ryukyu can match your magnanimity. Besides, you look strange, so I suspect that you are a comrade of the Eighth Route Army pretending to be a comrade of the Eighth Route Army!"
"Oh, you are quite smart!" Dong Jiang said and opened the nose of the plane.
When Kazuo Nomoto saw this situation, he hurriedly said: "Comrade Eighth Route Army, I am Chinese just like you, and I am patriotic!"
Dong Jiang was directly amused: "Damn it, you are a fool. You are speaking Japanese, and you told me that you are Chinese. If you are patriotic, how can you become a Japanese devil?"
"In Ryukyu, the Japanese were on guard against us. They gave our generation a servile education since childhood and forced us to learn Japanese and learn Japanese culture. It was a helpless move to become two Japanese Japs. We were all forced here by the little Japs.
In Handan, even in Handan, the Japanese are at the top, and those of us from Ryukyu can only be soldiers at the grassroots level!"
Seeing Dong Jiang, he still didn’t believe it. Nomoto Kazuo simply shook off his old background: “Comrade Eighth Route Army, the resistance of us Ryukyu people has never stopped. Several of us are members of the Chinese Guizong Society. If you don’t believe it, ask a few of them.
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The other little devils nodded one after another, and Dong Jiang asked: "Zhonghua Guizong Society?"
"Yes, it was specially launched in Ryukyu to develop our own strength within the Japanese army. There are more than 600 people in Handan!"
Dong Jiang looked at the cowardly guy in front of him suspiciously, thinking, could such a person be an anti-Japanese corpsman?
It turned out that after the members of the Zhonghua Guizong Society arrived in Handan, there were no Nationalist troops in the defense area of the 104th Brigade, and they wanted to contact the Eighth Route Army.
It turned out that the Eighth Route Army had an inextricable relationship with the local Japanese army, and the relationship was quite harmonious, so the idea of contacting the Eighth Route Army was decided.
After learning about the situation, Dong Jiang nuzzled at the transportation team: "Give you a chance to perform!"
Of course Kazuo Nomoto understood what Dong Jiang meant, and he said angrily: "Comrade Eighth Route Army, these wounded soldiers are going to be transported to Lucheng. It's hard for me to explain something wrong!"
"Hmph, you think you can escape from our hands. You are surrounded by our ambushes, and your own life is in your hands. Besides, at worst, you can take off this military uniform and join our Eighth Route Army to deal with the wounded Japs.
I’ll report to my superiors and credit you with merit!”