Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

In a hidden valley hundreds of kilometers away from the front line in Guangzhou, the temporary command post of the Guangxi Security Corps was bustling with activity.

The staff officers were gesticulating nervously in front of the huge map, and the signalmen were constantly adjusting the radio, receiving and sending various instructions.

Lu Yuhua was wearing a neat military uniform, and the medal on his chest was shining coldly under the dim light.

He stood tall and straight, like a pine tree, in front of the observation window of the command center, staring into the distance with sharp eyes.

At this time, the roar of fighter planes was heard in the sky, and wave after wave of bomber formations were flying towards Yangcheng.

Heavy bombs rained down like raindrops, causing a series of deafening explosions in the city.

Flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and the whole city seemed to be engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

However, Lu Yuhua didn't know about these scenes, but he was still a little dissatisfied.

"There are still too few planes. There are only five batches of bombing. If there were more, eight or ten times, the Japanese would definitely be forced to surrender." Lu Yuhua turned around and said to the staff officers beside him who were also staring at the battlefield, with a hint of regret and unwillingness in his tone.

In the eyes of others, the bombing scene that covered the sky and the sun was shocking. Every explosion of the bomb seemed to tear the earth apart, which was enough to make people terrified.

But for Lu Yuhua, such a scale was too ordinary and even failed to meet his expectations for this battle.

You have to know that the German army launched an overwhelming saturation attack on the European battlefield. At that time, the sky was filled with dense fighter planes like dark clouds, and thousands of bombs turned cities into ruins in an instant.

In comparison, the bombing over Guangzhou at this moment seemed to him to be just a trial run.

However, Lu Yuhua's "dissatisfaction" was like a horrible curse from the abyss of hell to the Japanese troops in Guangzhou.

Inside the city, the headquarters of the Japanese 104th Division was in chaos.

The piercing sounds of air raid sirens and bomb explosions intertwined together, making people's eardrums hurt.

The division commander, Lieutenant General Miyake Toshio, had bloodshot eyes, like a mad beast, staring at the formation of fighter planes gradually moving away outside the window.

His hands were clenched into fists so tightly with anger and fear that his knuckles turned white.

"Impossible, how can these Chinese troops have so many fighter planes?" Miyake Toshio roared with gritted teeth, his voice becoming hoarse due to excessive excitement.

In his consistent understanding, the Chinese army was poorly equipped and lacked weapons, and could not compete with the Japanese army's sophisticated equipment at all.

But the overwhelming number of fighter planes before him completely shattered his inherent cognition and plunged him into extreme shock and panic.

At this moment, a major rushed into the command center in a panic, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

He calmed himself down, suppressed his inner panic, and reported in a hurried and solemn tone: "Your Excellency the division commander, the Chinese tanks have begun to attack!"

Toshio Miyake was still immersed in shock and anger about the aerial bombing. When he heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he reacted.

During this period, the Chinese army often launched small-scale exploratory attacks, but the Japanese army had long been accustomed to it and did not take it seriously.

But when the word "tank" was clearly heard, his face instantly turned pale as paper, and a chill ran up his spine to the top of his head.

"Are you serious?" Toshio Miyake's voice unconsciously rose an octave, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep fear.

He knew very well that once heavy weapons such as tanks were put into the battlefield, they would have a subversive impact on the war situation.

Although the Japanese army had previously been rampant on the battlefields of China, they were completely powerless against the massive tank charges.

If the Chinese army really dispatched tank troops, then the defense line of Guangzhou would be in danger.

"What did the commander say?" Toshio Miyake turned around suddenly, grabbed the major's shoulders with both hands, and asked anxiously.

At this moment, he urgently needed instructions from the higher command to determine the next operational plan.

"I don't know. Our telephone lines have been blown off, and we can't contact the headquarters for the time being." The major replied helplessly, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

Toshio Miyake's expression became increasingly uglier, like the gloomy sky before a storm.

Losing contact with the headquarters meant that his troops would be isolated and helpless, and could be surrounded and annihilated by the Chinese army at any time.

The 104th Division was born out of the th Division, which was known for its "shrewdness" and "cunningness". The soldiers have an extraordinary keen perception of changes in the battlefield situation.

In this critical moment of life and death, Toshio Miyake knew that he had to make a difficult decision.

He slowly released the major's hand, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

Then he looked around, his eyes sweeping across the faces of each officer in the headquarters, and asked in a low and expectant voice: "What do you think?"

After a brief silence, the major who had just reported the situation stepped forward without hesitation and shouted, "Tactical switch!"

His eyes were firm and his tone was decisive, as if this decision had been brewing in his mind for a long time.

For these Japanese officers who have been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, once the battle situation becomes obviously unfavorable, preserving strength, quickly evacuating the battlefield and looking for new opportunities to fight is a common and pragmatic choice.

As for abandoning the headquarters, in their view, it was just a helpless act that had to be done in order to survive in the war.

In their opinion, only by surviving first can they have the opportunity to continue fighting and serve the empire.

"Tactical shift?" When Toshio Miyake heard this answer, his mind went blank for a moment, as if he had frozen.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the major, his face full of disbelief, as if he was doubting whether he had heard it wrong.

In all his years of military career, he had never encountered such a straightforward and bold suggestion for retreat.

However, when he saw the major's serious expression and the other officers around him nodding in agreement, he finally realized that this was no joke.

A deep sense of powerlessness suddenly surged in Miyake Toshio's heart. He understood that his command authority might have been undermined at this moment.

If he insisted on not agreeing to retreat, these officers would likely ignore his orders and do their own thing.

"We must inform the commander." Miyake Toshio still had a glimmer of hope and tried to make a final struggle. He knew very well that leaving the battlefield without authorization might not only lead to the collapse of the entire war situation, but also make him face a severe trial by the military court.

As a soldier, he couldn't abandon his duties so easily.

The major looked at him expressionlessly and repeated coldly: "Sir, our telephone line is down and we can't contact the headquarters at all."

"We can use the radio to contact you," Miyake Toshio asked, with a hint of hope in his eyes. "There is a problem with the radio, and it is still being repaired." The Major's tone was still cold, leaving no room for maneuver.

There was even a hint of impatience in his eyes. If Miyake Toshio continued to pester him, his attitude would probably become even worse.

Toshio Miyake sighed in his heart and completely understood his current situation.

His shoulders drooped slightly, his face full of helplessness and frustration.

"Then let's make a tactical change." He said weakly, his voice full of reluctance and loss.

He already knew that the 104th Division's style of action was exactly the same as that of the th Division, even more cunning and utilitarian. Once they encountered danger, they would run faster than anyone else, without caring about the so-called overall situation and honor.

At this moment, on the battlefield outside the city, the tank battalion under Zhou Weiguo was rushing towards the Japanese defense line with overwhelming force.

The steel behemoths were covered in heavy armor, and their tracks crushed deep grooves on the ground. Wherever they went, the Japanese army's carefully constructed fortifications collapsed and turned into ruins.

The Japanese soldiers looked at the scene in horror, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

They had never seen such a powerful offensive. In the face of the powerful firepower of the tanks and the torrent of steel, the rifles and machine guns in their hands seemed so small and powerless.

Many Japanese soldiers saw their defense line being torn apart in an instant, and realized that the situation was hopeless, so they turned around and fled desperately.

On the chaotic battlefield, a Japanese private named Kobayashi was running desperately.

His face was full of fear and despair, his back was soaked with sweat, and the rifle in his hand had fallen at some point.

The faces of his parents, wife and children far away in his hometown in Japan kept appearing in his mind, and he had only one strong thought in his heart: live, he must live.

"Kobayashi, don't run! Stop!" Not far away, a Japanese sergeant waved his command knife and shouted loudly, trying to stop the soldiers from fleeing.

However, in this chaotic and noisy battlefield, his voice was instantly drowned out by the sounds of gunfire, explosions and the shouts of soldiers, like a drop in the ocean, unable to cause a single ripple.

Kobayashi looked back at the sergeant and hesitated for a moment, but the instinct for survival ultimately prevailed.

He gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and blended into the fleeing crowd. At this moment, in his heart, the so-called military orders and honor had become unimportant. Surviving and returning to his family was his only desire.

At the same time, in the temporary command post of the security corps outside the city, Zhou Weiguo stood in front of the lookout window, watching the complete collapse of the Japanese defense line with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Attack, don't give the Japs a chance to breathe!" He gave the order loudly, his voice firm and powerful, echoing in the command center.

Following Zhou Weiguo's orders, the infantrymen under his command rushed towards the Japanese positions like a tide.

Holding guns and shouting, they worked closely with the tank troops and launched a full-scale pursuit of the Japanese army.

Under Zhou Weiguo's careful command, his subordinates marched unstoppably and directly entered Yangcheng.

"Commander, our vanguard has entered Yangcheng and is currently clearing out the remaining Japanese troops in Yangcheng." The communications staff officer walked eagerly into the command center with a telegram in his hand and read aloud.

"Well, where is Xu Hu?" Zhou Weiguo's expression changed slightly when he heard the news, and his tone revealed his deep concern for the safety of his subordinates.

After all, Xu Hu led the guard company deep into enemy territory, so how could he not be worried.

The guard company is an elite force that he personally formed and carefully trained, and Xu Hu is his brother in life and death who has fought side by side with him for many years. They have experienced countless baptisms of gunfire and rain of bullets together, and the friendship between them has long surpassed the ordinary relationship between superiors and subordinates.

"Commander, the troops that broke into Yangcheng were Captain Xu's guard company." The communications staff officer hurriedly explained, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Hearing this, Zhou Weiguo's originally tense mouth couldn't help but reveal a relieved smile.

He thought to himself that it seemed that Xu Hu did not disappoint his expectations.

In this fierce siege, he was able to lead the guard company to take the lead and be the first to enter Yangcheng, thus achieving the credit of being the first to reach the city.

This is an extremely rare achievement and has greatly boosted our morale.

"Good, well done. Tell the rest of the troops to speed up the attack and make sure to take over the entire Yangcheng as quickly as possible." Zhou Weiguo's eyes were sharp as a torch and he gave orders loudly. His voice was firm and powerful.

"Yes." The communications staff responded loudly, then quickly turned around and ran to the radio station to accurately convey Zhou Weiguo's order to each combat unit.

On the battlefield in Yangcheng, Xu Hu was leading the soldiers of the guard company to move forward with difficulty among the ruins.

Guangzhou, which had just experienced a fierce bombing, was now like a ruin, with collapsed houses, twisted electric poles and scattered bricks and rubble everywhere on the streets. The pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood filled the air, making people feel sick.

Looking at the dilapidated street in front of him, without any hesitation, he quickly called on his subordinates to seize the high ground.

However, the reality made them feel helpless. Most of the high-rise buildings had been collapsed in the bombing and turned into piles of ruins that were of no use.

"Be careful, the Japanese are still very cunning, and they may be hiding in these houses." Xu Hu lowered his voice and warned the soldiers around him.

He was well aware of the cunning and tenacity of the Japanese army, and he must never take it lightly even in such a disadvantageous situation.

These Japanese soldiers have been brainwashed by militarism for a long time and have extremely stubborn fighting will. They often launch sudden and fatal counterattacks when they seem to have no ability to fight back.

"Yes." The soldiers responded in a low voice. Although their voices were small, they were full of determination.

Holding guns, they carefully moved among the ruins, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, not missing any corner where the enemy might be hiding.

At this moment, a slight noise suddenly came from a house not far ahead.

Xu Hu became alert instantly. He quickly made a gesture, signaling the soldiers to stop advancing, and then carefully approached the source of the sound.

He crouched with the gun tightly held in his hand, the muzzle always pointed at the door of the house.

When they were only a few steps away from the house, Xu Hu kicked the door open and shouted, "Surrender your guns and you won't be killed!" At the same time, the soldiers behind him rushed in quickly, pointing their guns at every corner of the house.

Inside the house, several Japanese soldiers were hiding behind a table with looks of fear on their faces.

Before they could even raise their guns, they were surrounded by the soldiers of the guard company.

Under the threat of powerful firepower, these Japanese soldiers had no choice but to put down their weapons and surrender.

"Take them away." Xu Hu said coldly. (End of this chapter)