The headquarters of the Second Division of the Japanese Kwantung Army in Liaoyang, south of Fengtian City.
Ozawa, the Chief of Staff of the Second Division, hurriedly walked out of the telegraph room, holding a just-received telegram in his hand. It was clearly written in block letters that the captain of the 16th Regiment, Kuro Tanano, had sent it from Peking University Camp.
The latest battle situation.
Ozawa is probably in his early forties this year. He is of medium height and has a stout figure. Especially his neck is almost as wide as his head. His chubby cheeks are inlaid with a pair of slender small eyes. He gives off a very friendly feeling.
But the officers of the Second Division all knew that their chief of staff was very difficult to offend. Even the division commander Domon Jiro was afraid of him.
Ozawa walked out of the telegraph room, raised his hand to read the telegram, then turned and walked towards the backyard of the division headquarters.
After passing through the heavily guarded main hall, Ozawa walked straight along a corridor to a courtyard in the west, where the residence of the division commander of the Second Division, Tamon Jiro, lived.
The headquarters of the Second Division was occupied by the house of a local former Qing nobleman. Because of the decline of his family, the nobleman sold the house to pay off his debts. Later, it was bought by the Japanese Nanman Club and passed on to the Japanese Kwantung Army.
Be the headquarters.
Therefore, the entire headquarters is magnificent and full of rich classical architectural atmosphere.
Before he even entered the courtyard, Ozawa heard the melodious sound of silk and bamboo, as well as the slap of the division commander Domon Jiro's racquet, and he couldn't help but frown.
Jiro Domon can be said to be an outstanding commander with rich combat experience and a very good reputation in the Japanese military circles. However, he has one biggest shortcoming, which is that he likes to watch singing and dancing and bathing in hot springs. He almost
It's reached the point of becoming a hobby.
After being transferred to the Second Division as commander, Tamon Jiro chose this small courtyard with a hot spring. He would soak in it for half an hour every morning and evening, and then listen to the songs and dances of the geisha he brought from Japan. This almost became a
An unshakable rule.
Chief of Staff Ozawa had advised him many times, but he ignored it at all and still went his own way, leaving Ozawa with no choice. Following the melodious music in the house, Ozawa came to the door of the house and raised his hand.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Domen-kun, can I come in?"
"Come in, Ozawa-kun!" Jiro Domon's voice came from inside the door, but the sound of beating the time still did not stop.
Ozawa took a deep breath, then stepped open the door and walked in!
The house is very spacious. All the original furniture was moved out and replaced with unique Japanese tatami mats and furniture. It was completely decorated like a Japanese home.
Directly opposite the door, a Japanese soldier was kneeling on the tatami. He had gray hair and was wearing a loose kimono. He was staring intently at the geisha singing and dancing in front of him. There were sake, sashimi, and some other fruits beside him!
Seeing Ozawa walk in, Domon Jiro raised his head and smiled at him, then waved and said, "Ozawa-kun, please sit down. Mieko Minato's singing and dancing are really outstanding. Let's enjoy it together!"
A servant nearby brought food and sake to Ozawa, then bowed and left!
Ozawa stood in front of the tatami and did not move. Instead, he waved the telegram in his hand towards Tamon Jiro, "Tamon-kun, Tanokuro has sent information from Peking University Camp!"
Domenjiro's eyes were still focused on the singing and dancing, and he looked confident, "Oh, have you captured Beida Camp? How about capturing it?"
"He reported that the Beida Camp has been successfully captured!" Ozawa paused, and then continued, "But there is no one in the Beida Camp and all the supplies have been destroyed except for those taken away by the Northeast Army!
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"What!"
Domon Jiro was stunned when he heard this, and then waved his hands to the geishas, signaling them to retreat, and then stood up from the tatami, "Ozawa-kun, don't be anxious, please tell me slowly, what exactly is going on?"
What's going on?"
Ozawa had no choice but to recount the events reported in the telegram again, especially the destruction of Masaichi Shimamoto's Second Battalion and his serious injury.
"I didn't expect that Shimamoto Shoichi's Second Battalion of the Independent Defense Force would be wiped out by the Chinese. It's a bit incredible!" After listening to Ozawa's story, Tamon Jiro stretched out his hand to stroke his mustache and sighed, "
How could the Chinese army be so powerful?"
"Yes, since the Sino-Japanese War of 1898-1894, the Chinese have been nothing more than an empty frame that is strong on the outside but incompetent on the inside. They look majestic on the surface, but are actually vulnerable. War after war has proved this. Even if there are some sober people occasionally, in the end
It can't change the fate of being conquered by our Japanese Empire!" Ozawa nodded in deep agreement, and then continued, "As far as I know, the Northeast Army's combat effectiveness is relatively strong among the Chinese armies.
Apart from the Central Army, they have to count them, but even their elite troops are definitely no match for our Kwantung Army, let alone the annihilation of our Kwantung Army's new star - the Second Battalion of the Independent Guards led by Shimamoto Shoichi
Got it!"
In the Kwantung Army, Shimamoto Shoichi is a hot new star. Together with Fujita Hikaru of Nobunaga's special attack team and Nakamura Makifumi of Japan's Kwantung Army Special High School, they are called the "Three Heroes of the Kwantung Army" and are also key training personnel of the Kwantung Army.
Talented, the second brigade he led was quite powerful in combat and was considered an elite among the Kwantung Army.
But such an elite unit was wiped out by the river outside Beida Camp. He was the only one who survived by chance. It was really shocking!
At this time, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, and then a Japanese military staff officer shouted loudly outside the door, "Report, received the latest telegram from Captain Mori Company of the Independent Guard Command!"
"Come in!"
A Japanese staff officer with the rank of lieutenant hurried in, handed a telegram to Domon Jiro, then bowed, turned and left.
Jiro Domon unfolded the telegram and scanned the entire telegram at a glance. His expression suddenly changed. He handed the telegram to Ozawa and sighed dejectedly, "How could this happen?"
Ozawa took the message and read it carefully, but his expression changed. He murmured to himself, "Impossible, the First Battalion and the Third Battalion of the Independent Defense Force are also going to support Shimamoto Shoichi's Second Battalion."
The brigade was ambushed on the way and suffered heavy losses. Boy Iwata died, and Lieutenant Colonel Ogawara Uraharu was captured. This is incredible!"
Domonjiro's fat forehead was covered with raised veins, and his eyebrows were wrinkled. He was pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, thinking about everything that had happened.
He had a premonition that this was just a signal, and I was afraid that something more unexpected would happen to them and even the Kwantung Army!