allonlinenovel Chapter 351: The North China Devil Commander Wants to Run Away, Bombed to Death
Chapter 351: The North China Devil Commander Wants to Run Away, Bombed to Death
"This knife... was given to me by my grandfather himself."
The Japanese commander took the samurai sword in front of him, held it in his hand, and observed and stroked it carefully.
It's like a child sleeping peacefully in one's arms.
"This sword has been with my grandfather all his life. He fought in battles across the country and slew countless famous warriors. Now it has been passed down to me..."
Having said that, the Japanese commander stretched out his right hand with a gloomy expression, tightly grasped the hilt of the knife, and then exerted force suddenly to pull the knife out of the scabbard.
In an instant, the blade flashed with a terrifying sharp light under the bright light, as if it could easily cut through all obstacles.
However, at this moment, the Japanese commander suddenly sighed: "But... I am no longer worthy of it!"
His originally cold and ruthless face was now shrouded in endless sorrow, like a dark cloud covering the sunshine.
Then, he slowly pushed the blade he had just pulled out back into the scabbard, his movements seeming heavy and weak.
"This damned battle has cost me the most precious and vital thing - my honor!"
The Japanese commander muttered to himself while gently stroking the knife on the table, his eyes revealing deep pain and regret.
After a moment, he slowly turned around, glanced at his men behind him, and asked in a low voice, "If I remember correctly, do we only have one division and four brigades left?"
"Yes, General." One of the men stepped forward quickly and answered respectfully.
After hearing this answer, the Japanese commander nodded slightly, but a trace of loneliness and frustration that was difficult to conceal flashed across his eyes.
In reality, he knew exactly how many troops he had left. He only confirmed with his men because he was hoping for a glimmer of hope.
How he wished he could hear a number that was higher than he expected, even if it was just a little bit more.
Unfortunately, reality is often so cruel and merciless. Victory or defeat on the battlefield is often decided in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
"General, Army Headquarters is calling."
Upon hearing that the news came from the Army Headquarters, the Japanese commander was obviously stunned, and then he rushed over and grabbed the telegram first.
Could it be that Army Headquarters sent a message about reinforcements? Could it be that weapons and equipment were being shipped? Could it be that...
But when he opened the telegram and read it carefully, he realized that he was thinking too much and that he was being too self-indulgent.
"General..."
The subordinates noticed that the Japanese commander's face looked a little strange, and wanted to step forward to ask, but the other party raised his hand to stop them.
"It seems that I can't be the commander anymore."
The Japanese commander sighed deeply, put the telegram in his hand on the table, closed his eyes and raised his head to think.
"What did the Army Headquarters say?" the subordinate asked.
"Let me go back to my homeland and no longer serve as the commander of the North China Expeditionary Army..."
The Japanese commander slowly lowered his head, facing his men, and replied in a low but firm voice, "Yes."
However, the moment he raised his head, a trace of reluctance that was hard to conceal flashed across his eyes.
But this emotion is only fleeting, as short as a shooting star across the night sky, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, and replaced by full of resentment and helplessness.
"However, the situation in North China has not yet completely stabilized..." The Japanese commander hesitated to speak, his words revealing deep worry.
"Commander, there's no need to dwell on this matter anymore.
This is an order from the Army Headquarters. As soldiers, we are bound by our duty to obey orders. We cannot disobey them!" The subordinate said seriously.
After hearing this, the Japanese commander was silent for a moment, and finally sighed slightly, indicating that he accepted the reality before him.
After all, military orders were like mountains, and he knew very well that he was powerless to change the situation.
So he didn't say another word, just turned around silently and walked slowly towards the door with heavy steps.
At this moment, the messenger who had been standing silently by the side suddenly added: "Commander, there is one more thing I need to report to you.
I just received the latest news from the Army Headquarters. They said they will come to pick you up in two days."
After hearing this, the Japanese commander paused, but it was only for a moment.
Then he nodded slightly, as if he had expected this.
Then, he continued to walk forward, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness outside the door...
At the same time, in another place, Wang Lin was in a spacious and bright command room.
He was seen with his hands resting in front of the huge battle map, staring intently at the strategic points marked on it.
After careful consideration, he finally made up his mind, turned to the generals beside him and loudly told them his carefully planned battle plan.
"Now, Langshi has been successfully captured by us.
Next, as long as you follow my deployment, I believe that taking the two important cities of Jinzhou and Beiping will be a piece of cake!
I plan to split my forces into two groups and attack these two targets simultaneously, making sure to take control of the entire North China region as quickly as possible!"
"But... isn't Beiping in a hurry? Isn't it an ancient capital?" Kong Jie suddenly thought of it and asked.
"Time waits for no one. If we continue to procrastinate, who knows what will happen next. It's best to resolve it as soon as possible."
Wang Lin's face also showed some worry, he didn't know whether there was any problem with his plan.
It’s just that the current process has been pushing itself forward.
After listening to Wang Lin's explanation, the others didn't have any objections.
After all, we still have to put the overall situation first.
"Since everyone has no objections, let's start the action the day after tomorrow!"
"Yes!"
……
Two days later, the Eighth Route Army's combat units were ready.
At this time, the only important cities left in the entire North China region were Beijing and Tianjin.
And now, Wang Lin wants to completely take back the North China region.
"Commander, the car is here."
In front of the Japanese North China Expeditionary Force Headquarters, a car slowly stopped in front of the door.
When the subordinates walked into the room, they saw that the Japanese commander had already packed his belongings, dressed neatly, and was waiting to set off.
When the Japanese commander saw his men coming in, he realized that the car to pick him up had arrived.
"I'll leave the rest of Huabei's affairs to you for now!"
The Japanese commander patted his subordinate's shoulder, stared at him and said solemnly.
"Don't worry, Commander! Leave it to me!"
Seeing this, the Japanese commander smiled, then turned and left.
Just as he was being put into the car, a Japanese soldier hurried over.
"Commander, Eighth Route Army troops have been spotted 25 kilometers outside the city! They're probably coming to attack Peking!"
Upon hearing this, the originally noisy scene suddenly became silent, as if time had stopped.
Everyone present felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to their foreheads, and their hearts instantly sank.
"Leave as soon as possible! We can't stay here for another second! Quick!" One of the men shouted anxiously, his voice trembling with nervousness.
As he shouted, he walked quickly forward, waving his hands vigorously, urging others to act quickly.
At the same time, several other men quickly ran to the car, opened the door, and signaled the driver to start the car as soon as possible to send the Japanese commander away safely.
However, the Japanese commander seemed a little hesitant and hesitant at this time.
He frowned, his gaze fixed on the distance, thinking to himself, "They... shouldn't attack Peking, right? After all, this is an ancient capital with a rich history."
Although he still held on to a glimmer of hope deep down in his heart, facing the urgent situation before him, he knew that he could not delay any longer.
At this moment, a deafening roar broke the brief peace. "Boom! Boom! Boom..."
I saw thick smoke rising from a distance and flames shooting into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a series of violent explosions rang out one after another, like thunder in summer, resounding throughout the sky.
The shock wave generated by the explosion was like an invisible huge wave, surging and spreading in all directions.
As the explosions became more frequent, their power grew stronger.
Every explosion is like a blockbuster bomb exploding in people's hearts, making them terrified.
Moreover, these explosions were approaching the direction of the Japanese commander at an alarming speed, getting closer and closer, as if the Grim Reaper was waving his scythe and approaching step by step.
"Go!" The men shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices filled with fear and despair.
Seeing this, the driver stepped on the accelerator without hesitation, and the engine emitted a low roar. "Buzz!"
The car the Japanese commander was riding in rushed forward in an instant like a wild horse.
The wheels turned rapidly, raising a cloud of dust and leaving a long rut.
The sound of explosions continued to be heard all around, and at this time the speed of the Japanese commander's car had reached the top.
The engine kept humming, and the objects next to it quickly retreated to the rear.
"Boom! Boom!"
Suddenly, several shells exploded next to him, and it felt like the flames were instantly burning next to his face.
The Japanese commander's face turned pale with fear. His heart was pounding as he watched the shells streaking across the sky and exploding around him.
"Go to the airport! Go to the airport!"
The Japanese commander could not bear such torture and immediately turned around and wanted to leave by plane.
Finally, not long after, the car arrived at the North China Airport at a high speed.
I saw a plane that had already stopped on the runway, and the propeller had been started, waiting for the Japanese commander to enter the plane and take off immediately.
"Commander! Quick!"
The subordinates protected the Japanese commander as he got out of the car, and then immediately took him to the plane.
After entering the plane, the Japanese commander's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
He let out a long, stagnant breath, as if releasing all the tension and pressure that had accumulated earlier. "Huh... Hurry up and get the pilot off."
After saying this, he closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breathing rhythm slightly.
After receiving the order, the pilot did not dare to delay at all. He quickly and skillfully increased the engine power to the maximum.
As the roar of the engine gradually increased, the speed of the aircraft's propeller became faster and faster, like an enraged beast ready to break free from its restraints and rush into the sky.
At this time, the plane had begun to slide slowly on the long runway, and its speed was constantly increasing.
Looking at the scenery outside the window gradually receding, the Japanese commander's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally slowly fell back into his stomach, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
However, at this moment, a sharp and piercing whistling sound was heard from far away - "Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a shell streaked across the sky like lightning and hit the other wing of the plane accurately.
In an instant, everyone was stunned. They had never expected that the enemy's artillery fire could extend so quickly. What was even more shocking was that its range could reach such a long distance!
"Take off quickly! Hurry up!" the Japanese commander shouted in horror.
But it was too late. Another flash of fire appeared—"whoosh!"
Then there was a deafening roar—"BOOM!"
The shell hit the rapidly moving plane on the runway exactly.
In an instant, a huge fireball rose into the sky, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.
After the violent explosion, all that was left at the scene was a blazing, shattered fuselage, lying quietly on the runway like a pile of lifeless scrap metal.