allonlinenovel Chapter 730 Welcome Back to Our World
Chapter 730 Welcome Back to Our World
Ishiwara Kanji smiled bitterly, thinking about the welcome reception he attended when he first arrived in Tianjin. At that time, he did say that he was going to serve in the Kwantung Army, but it was obviously an excuse he made to cover up his real purpose. He originally thought that he could complete the royal mission and make further progress after returning to his country.
Whoever wants to join the Kwantung Army can join, but I never thought that now, the Kwantung Army would be the best place for me. . .
"Thank you very much, Commander. I will follow your advice and go to the Kwantung Army first! I'll leave the rest to you! Please speak up for me!"
"Have a good rest. I will arrange someone to send you to Xinjing as soon as possible." Zhou Zhengqing said with a smile.
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After leaving the room, the smile on Zhou Zhengqing's face faded.
Go to the Kwantung Army!? Haha.
Zhou Zhengqing didn't want to save Ishiwara Kanji at all! He wanted to exile him! Exile him to the Kwantung Army's ferocious territory!
He was exiled right under the nose of his mortal enemy, Hideki Tojo! The so-called "care" was nothing more than letting Hideki Tojo keep an eye on him!
The so-called "rest" is nothing more than house arrest in disguise!
The so-called "waiting for the opportunity" is nothing more than letting him fend for himself!
Moreover... Zhou Zhengqing seemed to be making excuses and pleading for him, but in fact, every word he said was hurtful!
He was described as a "physically and mentally exhausted" and "mentally traumatized" useless person!
A poor wretch who needs "protection"! He has completely lost the political capital to make a comeback!
If Ishiwara Kanji falls into the hands of Ueda Kenkichi and Tojo Hideki, he will become a complete laughing stock and a prey to be slaughtered in the Kwantung Army!
How could Tojo Hideki, that vindictive villain, miss this opportunity to humiliate and torture him?!
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Night fell again on the blood-soaked scorched earth of Luodian.
Chen Cheng established a temporary command post in Kunshan, with a huge military map hanging on the wall.
The originally clear blue lines on the map had long been covered and smeared countless times with pencils, red and blue pencils, and were modified beyond recognition.
The blue arrows representing the 11th and 98th Divisions and the red circles marking the casualty figures in the area are shocking.
A staff officer was reporting in a hoarse voice.
"Commander! By 8pm..."
"The 11th Division had a full strength of approximately men before the war..." The staff officer pointed his finger at the few remaining scorched earth patches in the eastern part of Luodian on the map, his voice heavy as a eulogy: "East of Luodian Town, Cross Street, and the Cai Family Ancestral Hall area in the southeast.
The number of troops still able to organize for battle is approximately 3,200.
Among them, Brigade Commander Hu reported that the number of soldiers in the 33rd Brigade who could handle guns was less than .
The commander of the 398th Regiment, Cai Bingyan, and his suicide squad all died.
The organization... has been basically disbanded..." The staff officer's voice paused.
Chen Cheng stared at the blue arrow representing the remaining forces of the 11th Division struggling to hold on in the eastern part of Luodian with an expressionless face.
There was only the sound of clenched fists, and the knuckles made a slight crackling sound due to excessive force.
The staff officer swallowed hard, moistening his dry throat, and continued, "The 98th Division, with a pre-war strength of approximately men, was stationed outside Yuepu Town... and also suffered heavy losses.
The defense line was pressed by the main force of the Japanese Second Division... and had retreated to the second line.
The current number of troops...is less than 2,800."
Chen Cheng's eyes swept across another blue spot representing the 98th Division. That area was under pressure from the huge red arrows of the Japanese army, like a lone boat in the stormy waves.
The staff officer took a deep breath, as if to release the huge pressure in his chest: "As for the Japanese army, the Japanese Second Division had a pre-war strength of about 25,000 men.
Although the losses were significant, according to aerial reconnaissance and prisoners' confessions, their main combat force in the western area of Luodian and the transportation routes to the north should be over 17,000.
His fingers moved heavily across the large red area on the west side of Luodian, which represented the Japanese-occupied area.
The red, like a hideous wound, devoured the blue representing the Chinese defenders. The numbers comparing the troop strength were icy cold.
At this moment, footsteps were heard, and a telecommunications officer covered in mud almost crawled in, not even bothering to salute: "Commander! Baoshan... Baoshan urgent telegram!
Yao Ziqing... Captain Yao...
More than 600 brothers in the entire battalion resisted the bombardment of Japanese naval artillery and the fierce attack of an entire regiment for several days in Baoshan County!
Finally... the last radio transmission was only... only... "
The telecommunications officer's throat choked, and his eyes instantly turned red: "Only Battalion Commander Yao shouted the last sentence: "Our battalion has run out of ammunition and reinforcements... Please kill a few more Japanese pirates... Yao Ziqing respectfully bows... All officers and soldiers stay in... Baoshan!
The signal just... just went out!"
Deathly silence enveloped the small command post, with only the sound of the rain outside.
Everyone was silent. Yao Ziqing, another name. Another final cry of an entire battalion martyred for their country!
Chen Cheng suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was only a cold will in his eyes, as hard as ten thousand years of black iron.
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The air was filled with the smell of dampness, blood and despair.
Zhou Zhengqing walked expressionlessly in the cold concrete corridor, with cells surrounded by iron fences on both sides. Suppressed groans and Japanese scolding could be heard faintly.
The system's product, his "right-hand man", Makarov, whose face was as sharp as a knife and eyes as cold as the Siberian permafrost, walked in front with a chilling grin on the corner of his mouth.
They stopped at the end of a corridor, facing a stone wall that looked like any other cell wall.
Makarov stretched out his rough hand and pressed a few inconspicuous bumps.
A low, mechanical sound that did not belong to this era was heard, and the entire wall slid sideways silently, revealing a passage extending downwards and emitting a cold blue light.
"BOSS, welcome back to our world! Even if it's only temporary! You should understand me, boss! I miss it so much!" Makarov rubbed his hands and said excitedly.
Zhou Zhengqing's mouth twitched, and the system's prompt for an advance payment of 20,000 merit points kept popping up in his mind...
Inside the door is a futuristic war room.
Shadowless lights illuminated the huge tactical holographic table in the center, and several screens flashed complex charts and data streams.
The air was filled with the hum of static electricity.
The most eye-catching thing is a metal device on the main console that looks like a large flip-top notebook, with faint green light flashing on the streamlined black shell.
"Boss, we're here. Shall we start?" Makarov's voice was low and full of anticipation.
Zhou Zhengqing walked to the main console and nodded slightly.
Makarov skillfully opened the metal "notebook", revealing the complex and sophisticated touch panel and display underneath.
He pressed a striking red start button.
In an instant, the entire main screen lit up, and the viewing angle quickly rose, piercing through the clouds and fog, as if it was a gaze from the eyes of God, focusing on the land of China, Shanghai, and Baoshan Town thousands of miles away.