allonlinenovel Chapter 791: Japanese Traitor Okamura Neiji
Chapter 791: Japanese Traitor Okamura Neiji
"Send a message to the commander-in-chief immediately!" Wang Gong, commander of the 107th Missile Division, issued the order.
"Yes, commander!" The signalman responded quickly, his fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, compiling this important battle report into cipher text, ready to send it to the expeditionary force headquarters through an encrypted channel.
In the battle report, every word was as heavy as a thousand pounds: "The 107th Missile Division has successfully carried out the established long-range strike plan. The eight bomb ancestors are like the sickle of the god of death, accurately slashing at the heart of Fukuoka City. Today's Fukuoka is no longer the prosperous appearance of the past. It has been completely destroyed by the terrifying power of the eight bomb ancestors and has become a sea of death and ruins."
The Grandfather of Bombs, this name alone is enough to instill fear in people. As a super-large-yield bomb second only to nuclear weapons, it not only represents the ultimate fusion of technology and destructive power, but is also a decisive killer in war. In this long-range strike against Fukuoka, the power of the Grandfather of Bombs was fully demonstrated. It easily tore through the city's defenses and turned all obstacles into nothing.
When the news reached the expeditionary army headquarters, Su Zhengyang couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He knew that this devastating blow to Fukuoka City was not only a heavy psychological blow to Fuso, but also a powerful proof of China's military strength.
The Kyushu Corps, the army unit that Fuso once was proud of, has now been completely buried under the ruins of Fukuoka City.
Su Zhengyang couldn't help but think of Yamashita Fengwen's decision to shrink the defense range. From a tactical point of view, this decision might not be wrong. After all, when facing a powerful enemy, concentrating forces to protect the core area is a common and reasonable approach.
However, Yamashita Tomoyuki's biggest mistake was that he underestimated China's strength and determination, and he did not expect that China would possess destructive means that could directly destroy a large city.
In the expeditionary army headquarters, Su Zhengyang's voice resounded throughout the command room, with unquestionable determination and coldness: "Order the Skeleton Division and the Revitalization Division to set off immediately and enter the urban area of Fukuoka to carry out the final cleanup and cleanup tasks. All the remaining Fuso soldiers will be killed without mercy, leaving no one alive."
There was a heavy sense of solemnity in the air.
Stein asked, "Commander-in-Chief, if we encounter surviving civilians during our mission, what should we do?"
This question was like a sudden flash of lightning, breaking the tense atmosphere in the room. Everyone's eyes were focused on Su Zhengyang, waiting for his answer.
Su Zhengyang was silent for a moment, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he slowly opened his mouth and said only four words: "Leave no one alive." These four words were short and decisive, like a sharp knife, cutting off all possible hesitation and mercy.
In the outer corner of Fukuoka City, the sunlight barely penetrated the thick dust and smoke, shining on a disheveled figure.
The figure staggered out of a shaky, half-collapsed house, and each step seemed extremely difficult.
His clothes had long been torn apart by the aftermath of the explosion, and the fragments were mixed with the dirt, making it almost impossible to recognize the original color. On his face, sweat and dirt intertwined into complex lines, covering his tired and terrified face.
Ningji Okamura, the expeditionary force's secret agent buried in the Kyushu Legion, was like a frightened bird at this moment, and was now feeling lucky that he had escaped.
One of his legs was obviously injured in the explosion, and he could only drag himself along, with every movement accompanied by excruciating pain. But he had no time to care about these things, his eyes were fixed on the Fukuoka City that had become a hell on earth, with a trace of horror and despair that was difficult to conceal in his eyes.
As an insider who continuously provided key intelligence to the expeditionary force, Okamura Neiji gradually became aware of some subtle changes within the expeditionary force. Those seemingly unintentional inquiries and investigations gave him an ominous premonition.
Especially when he learned that a major action was about to be launched against Fukuoka City, he was even more keenly aware of the dangerous atmosphere.
Therefore, Ningci Okamura used his authority to make up an excuse for an emergency mission, hurriedly left the command center, and fled the area that was about to become a scorched earth. He chose the relatively safe outskirts of Fukuoka city as a refuge, hoping to save his life in this catastrophe.
However, even with such careful arrangements, he was unable to completely escape the devastating power of the Grandfather of Bombs. The aftermath of the explosion almost swallowed him up. If he had not taken refuge in the dilapidated house in time, he would have been reduced to ashes.
Neiji Okamura licked his cracked lips, and a bitter taste spread in his mouth, just like his mood at the moment.
He dragged his injured leg and moved laboriously to a relatively stable ruin. He sat down with his back against a crumbling stone slab, gasping for breath. His chest heaved violently, and every breath seemed like a fight against death.
The air around him was filled with a pungent smell of burning and a faint smell of blood. The wailing sounds coming from afar from time to time were like the call from hell, making Okamura Neiji even more uneasy.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm his inner panic, but those voices were like devilish sounds that lingered in his ears and could not be shaken off.
At this moment, a burst of intensive gunfire suddenly rang out, followed by even more shrill wails, like a sharp blade cutting through the quiet air.
Okamura Ningji suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he immediately realized what this meant. His body involuntarily tensed up, and he quickly looked around, looking for a place to hide.
Finally, his eyes fell on the thick stone slab beside him. The slab had cracked open due to the explosion, just enough for him to squeeze in.
Without hesitation, Okamura Neiji dragged his injured leg and squeezed into the narrow space with all his strength. He curled up into a ball, leaving only a pair of vigilant eyes staring at the movements outside.
Through the cracks in the stone slabs, Okamura Neiji could vaguely see several expeditionary soldiers wearing the black uniforms of the Chinese Army. They were holding rifles and searching carefully in the ruins.
Their movements were swift and orderly, and they were obviously well-trained. Whenever they found a survivor, they would shoot him without hesitation. Their cold-blooded and ruthless appearance made Okamura Neiji feel cold in his heart.
Watching all this, Okamura Neiji felt mixed emotions. As a Chinese insider, he should have felt friendly and trustful towards these Chinese soldiers, but at this moment he could only feel deep fear.
He realized that in the eyes of the Chinese, he was just a tool that could be used and would be ruthlessly abandoned once he lost his value.
"There's blood here!" A soldier's voice suddenly rang out, his eyes as sharp as a falcon, staring closely at the barely perceptible bloodstain above the stone slab where Okamura Neiji was hiding. The bloodstain was particularly glaring against the gray ruins, as if it was the last struggle of life in despair.
As the soldier shouted, other expeditionary soldiers responded quickly. Like a group of well-trained hunting dogs, they silently gathered around and surrounded the area where Okamura Yasuji was hiding.
Everyone's face was filled with vigilance and concentration. They held rifles with the muzzles slightly lowered, ready to deal with any possible emergencies at any time.
They began to carefully search every inch of the surrounding land with their eyes and weapons. Some soldiers squatted down and gently pushed away the rubble and debris on the ruins with their hands, trying to find hidden clues; some soldiers stood still, scanning everything around them with their eyes, not missing any suspicious movements.
In this ruin, time seemed to have frozen. Okamura Neiji hid under the stone slab, his heart beating like a drum. He could clearly hear his own heavy breathing and the gentle footsteps of the soldiers outside. He knew that he was in extreme danger. If he showed even the slightest flaw, he might be doomed.