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Chapter 137, Dead End

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"Sir, we just withdrew like this, don't we care about the General of the Mountain Province?"

After retreating to a safe area, the adjutant felt aggrieved when he saw that the enemy tanks did not catch up.

This is not the special forces team he imagined.

The special forces in his cognition should be like the beginning of the raid.Those who chop melons and chop vegetables to destroy the enemy are worthy of the training of the empire.

Instead of retreating hastily when seeing the enemy has better weapons like just now.

That would make him feel that the special forces he was in were all cowards.

"When did I say I don't care about the general?"

Kazuki Yamamoto was very angry at the adjutant's slander, and immediately refuted it,
"Of course we're going to save the general, but not foolish enough to charge into machine gun fire from enemy tanks. Only reckless fools would do that."

He thought about it for a while, and ordered his subordinates to send a report.

He has no time to think about how the Eighth Route Army has tanks.

But if you use your brain a little bit, you will know that in the case of the Eighth Route Army, two tanks may be all that is needed.

It's not easy to deal with, but there's no need to be too scared.

Playing a trick of dividing troops into two groups and attacking east and west, he only needs to sacrifice a small part to achieve his goal.

Why go head-to-head!
At this moment, the situation of the breakout team led by Yamasei Taro is not very good.

Their breakthrough was very difficult, and the Eighth Route Army bit them to death.People kept falling behind, stopping to block and cover.

However, it was soon wiped out by the wolf-like Eighth Route Army.

Repeatedly, the breakout team has not gone halfway to the mountain, and half of the breakout team has been killed or injured.

The original team of nearly 80 people is still running to break through, and there are only about left.

"General, the Special Forces are inventing code telegraphs for us. I need to stop to receive telegrams." Carrying a heavy radio on his back, the telegraph operator was out of breath.

Taro Yamamoto realized that running like this was not the way to go, not to mention that Yamamoto sent a telegram, there must be something very important.

He immediately ordered: "Stop advancing, build a defensive front on the spot."

The will of the soldiers was indeed tenacious. With more than half of the casualties, they immediately organized a defensive front on the spot without any complaints to deal with the pursuing enemy.

No need to run anymore, the telegraph operator was able to breathe and receive the telegram from the special forces.

Yamasho Taro also picked up the binoculars and observed the surrounding situation.

The situation is not optimistic. Behind them, on both sides, and in all directions, there are almost all eight roads.

Looking further away, some gray figures are moving, and it seems that there are still eight roads rushing past.

If he stagnates for a long time, he is sure that this place will become the burial place for himself and others.

He urged anxiously: "Quick!"

The professionalism of the telegraph operator is very good. After entering the working state, he quickly received and translated the content of the telegram.

However, the message that came out was just too bad.

Yamasho Taro snatched the telegram with his hands, glanced over and was surprised: "Tanks, Tubalu has tanks?!"

It's really bad news, it can't be worse.

In the telegram, Yamamoto suggested that the troops be divided into two groups, using one method to attract the target in exchange for the other method of escaping, and he also saw it.

But now, if they divide up again, they will probably be beaten to death before they escape!
The operability of the plan is too low.

The speed of the telegraph is fast, but the speed of the tank is not slow.

Before Yamashotaro hesitated to make a decision, he could already see the tanks approaching from a distance.

"General!"

There was a slight tremor in the voice of the telegraph operator. The civilians working in the rear were less courageous than the soldiers who often fought in the front.

Death is about to strike, and fear has made them lose their minds.

"Don't panic, death is also a new life."

Yamasho Taro persuaded.

Instead, he was calm at the moment. Since the ending was doomed and anxiety was useless, it would be better to face reality calmly.

Yamasho Taro fumbled for the command sword, the chrysanthemum on the ivory handle was a symbol bestowed by the Emperor.

Wearing this knife, he commanded the army to fight on the battlefield.Destroyed one enemy after another and made numerous military exploits.

But he didn't expect that one day this knife would usher in failure with him.

If you think about it carefully, there are two reasons for his failure.

First, in the case of a lack of troops in the city, one should not underestimate the Eighth Route Army and stick to attacking Shinao Mountain.

Shi Naoshan restrained half of his strength and created an opportunity for Balu to attack the city.

Otherwise, if the strength is sufficient, street fighting in the city can last for four or five days.

He suffered the loss of underestimating the enemy.

Second, these eight routes are too strong, and their weapons and equipment can be compared with the imperial army.

It's not the eight roads he used to know at all.

Not to mention having a large-caliber howitzer, there are even tanks.

If they were not wearing the clothes of the Eighth Route Army, Taro Yamasho would have thought it was a Soviet army.

Perhaps those tanks and artillery were sent in by the Soviet Union through secret channels?

He has no way of knowing at this moment, so he can only order the telegraph operator to send his conjecture to Kazuki Yamamoto, so that the living can investigate again!

"General, the Eighth Route tanks are coming up." Major Ono reminded him very pessimistically with a rifle in his hand.

The presence of enemy tanks means that they have no hope of breaking out.

"It's better to be calm than panic." Yamasho Taro stretched his fingers and tightened his grip on the handle of the knife again.

Even if you have to die, you have to be like a brave and fearless warrior.

The tanks, covering the infantry, had rushed up.

The rather dense bullets jingled on the front armor of the tank.

But it's like a mosquito is biting, except for leaving charred craters, there is no use for eggs.

On the contrary, it took only a few shots for the tanks to stop, and all the firepower points of the remaining Japanese troops were destroyed.

The vehicle-mounted machine gun is suppressed without any scruples, just like the ruler of the battlefield.

The Japanese army was so crushed that they couldn't even raise their heads.

Up to now, they all know that this battle will be defeated, and there is no hope of breaking through.

But still no one wants to surrender.

"Onboard!"

A sergeant shouted and suddenly got up from the ground.Holding the cluster grenade, the short legs galloped quickly towards the tank.

What greeted him was a series of bullets, and a few seconds after he fell to the ground, the cluster grenade blasted him to the bone, leaving a sky full of flesh and blood.

As the Japanese soldiers who were frantically dying one after another were wiped out, soon, the barrel of the tank would be on the head of Yamasho Taro.

A large group of soldiers from the Eighth Route Army surrounded the few remaining people, pointed their guns at them, and shouted that they would surrender and not kill them, and that they should treat the prisoners preferentially.

Yuan Lang pushed back the lid of the car and poked his head out with a happy expression on his face. These are some big fish!
He said to the soldiers: "Little devils may not be able to understand what you are shouting, you have to shout in Japanese to surrender and not to kill. Which of you can?"

(End of this chapter)