Sword: Heart of Iron

Chapter 139 Catch it [Thanks to Nuan Yang for the reward]

Second Division.

Asai Goro walked over and reported: "Sir, the air force sent a message that in five minutes, the last batch of air support for today will be carried out."

When it comes to air force, Okamura Neiji becomes furious.

The local military spends a huge amount of money every year to support such a group of incompetent people.

Before the war, it was stated with certainty that the enemy had deployed its main forces on the west side, and it was also claimed that a large number of photos had been taken that could be used as substantial evidence.

The results of it?
Why is the eastern battlefield in crisis again and again?
Asai Goro was observing the situation from the side, and seeing that Okamura Neiji had a gloomy face, he took two steps back and said nothing.

He looked at all the photos sent by the air force.

Judging from the images, there are indeed signs of heavy troops being gathered on the Western Front.

Not only him, but the entire staff and all the officers who saw the photo thought so.

Who could have thought that things would turn out like this.

Okamura Neiji snorted coldly: "How are the arrangements for the night battle going?"

Seeing that the division commander did not vent his anger on him, Asai Goro breathed a sigh of relief: "The flares of each unit are ready, and the ammunition supplies have been sent to the front line."

Okamura Neiji nodded: "Well, the current battle situation is very clear. Both our army and the Chinese army are using weak forces to fight against the enemy's main force."

"In China, this is called Tian Ji's horse racing!"

"In other words, we are competing with the Chinese army in speed. Whoever can break through the opponent's weak point first will win in the end!"

Asai Goro nodded: "Ha!"

"I'll give the order right away!"

Okamura Neiji waved his hand and said, "No, take my order and go directly to the 4th Regiment to supervise the battle."

When Asai Goro heard that the division commander was going to demote him, his heart instantly sank.

Going to the front-line troops to supervise the battle is very complicated, which is equivalent to tying yourself directly to the front-line troops.

If we can capture the enemy's position with unstoppable force tonight, everyone will be happy, and the incident of misjudgment of intelligence will be forgotten.

If the attack is thwarted, it will be difficult to advance the front line.

I'm afraid I'll be accused of failing to supervise the battle.

Seeing his chief of staff standing there with his head down, Okamura frowned and said in a low voice: "Go quickly, we must push the battle line forward by at least ten kilometers tonight."

Upon hearing that there were still mandatory requirements, Asai Goro nodded, turned around and left in a hurry.

Okamura Neiji walked to the sand table, took down the small flag representing the 59th Army, and pondered silently in his heart.

Even though he sent the tank regiment over, he was still a little worried.

Before the war, even though he had always maintained a cautious combat strategy, he still underestimated the Chinese general who was playing against him from a distance.

"Wang Feng."

Neiji Okamura whispered in Chinese.

Snapped!
Then he exerted force with his fingers and broke the identification flag in his hand.

On the eastern battlefield.

In the end, Daiya Tanabe was unable to wait for the support of the tank regiment.

Faced with the fierce attack of the 59th Army, even though he knew that the rear might be attacked, he still transferred all the reserve forces to the front line.

Daiya Tanabe can still clearly distinguish the difference between the possibility of death and death immediately.

What no one expected was that just when they had managed to stabilize the front line, bad news came.

About a regiment of troops bypassed the rear of the position.

At first, Daiya Tanabe didn't take it seriously.

Isn't it just a group?
Based on past combat experience, two squadrons are enough to handle the situation.

But reality dealt him a heavy blow.

The logistics supply station was lost!
The health team lost!
The water supply unit was lost!

The enemy is less than 500 meters away from the command post!
When he heard the last piece of news, Daiya Tanabe was completely panicked.

After hastily deploying the final stage of combat missions, he immediately moved to the northwest with his staff officers and guards.

Under attack from both sides, the 30th Infantry Regiment held out for less than half an hour before being completely defeated.

In the chaos, the regiment commander Daiya Tanabe was shot to death.

Inside the general command post.

Zhao Fangyuan smiled and walked up to Wang Feng, standing tall and saluting: "Sir, the battle is over!"

"Two hours to completely defeat the 30th Infantry Regiment!"

Wang Feng nodded and said, "You fought well. Leave some troops behind to stop the Japanese tank regiment. The anti-tank guns have been dispatched."

"The rest of the troops should move closer to the east bank of Yishui River, and defend the river strictly to stop the Japanese cavalry brigade!"

"The cavalry regiment, follow me and attack Huanglong!"

It would be strange if a main force could lose when it surrounded and attacked a regiment with the support of more than a dozen 105mm howitzers in the rear.

Zhao Fangyuan was somewhat stunned: "Sir, where are we going?"

Wang Feng smiled and said, "Of course I'm going to find that old devil named Okamura Neiji. He's really alert and hides himself quite well!"

"Also, send a telegram to Chu Yunfei, ordering him to prepare a corps to bypass the Japanese army's rear and support the 51st Army."

"How is the situation in Linyi?"

Zhao Fangyuan: "The Third Corps, with the help of the city's defense fortifications, has so far held off the Japanese attack."

“But I don’t think it will last long.”

Wang Feng waved his hand: "That's enough, let's go as soon as possible!"

After knocking out the front tooth of the 30th Infantry Regiment, the command post of the nd Division was placed directly in front of him.

However, the depth of the battle line was a bit far, and he could not observe the specific location of General Okamura from the three-dimensional combat map.

If we send troops to search, with hundreds of square kilometers of land, there is no telling how long it will take to find the target.

The most efficient way is to become your own human radar.

Zhao Fangyuan hurriedly said, "Sir, there's a reporter coming from the rear. It's Miss Manli from before!"

Wang Feng had already stepped out of the command post, but when he heard this, he abruptly pulled his foot back, looking a little unhappy: "Manli? Are you kidding? There's a war going on at the front line, why did you bring a female reporter over here?"

Zhao Fangyuan looked bitter: "The superiors said that she is the Central News Agency's reporter representative in the Fifth War Zone, which is equivalent to the head of the reporter..."

Wang Feng frowned. Although the words were a bit vulgar, he understood them: "Let her go to the battlefield and take two photos!"

"Hurry up, don't let that old devil Okamura Neiji get away!"

Zhao Fangyuan: "No, sir. Listen to me. Commander Li called me personally and asked the reporters to take more photos of you. He said they would use them for publicity."

Wang Feng slapped his head suddenly.

War Zone Propaganda
"Why don't you take more photos of ordinary soldiers? Why take photos of me?"

Zhao Fangyuan scratched his head: "The telegram said that it is for the people to see, and it needs some inspiring pictures."

"Let her keep up. Instead of taking pictures for me, it's better to take two more pictures for Okamura Neiji."

The situation is urgent and we definitely cannot wait until after the interview to leave.

As for whether Manli would become a burden, it was not within his consideration.

An ordinary female war correspondent compared to the future Japanese Army General and Class A war criminal.

Wang Feng still knows what is more important.

If you can keep up, then keep up. If you can't, it's purely due to personal reasons. If you fail to complete the task, you can't blame others.

After the group walked out of the command post, they saw Manli waiting on the side with a camera in her hand.

Seeing that everyone was in a hurry and looked anxious, she did not go up to disturb Wang Feng directly, but walked to Zhao Fangyuan.

"This is?"

Zhao Fangyuan followed behind Wang Feng and said as they walked: "We have to carry out combat missions. As for the interview, either you come with me, or we can talk about it after the battle is over when we have time."

Several people walked forward at a brisk pace, and Manli trotted by the side with a camera in hand: "Then can I choose to go with you?"

As a war correspondent, you must find ways to get first-hand information.

Zhao Fangyuan nodded: "Can you ride a horse?"

Manli shook her head: "No."

Zhao Fangyuan frowned: "Come on, a soldier, give her a lift!"

Wang Feng walked in front, ignoring the conversation between the two and concentrating entirely on the bird's-eye view interface.

After mounting his own exclusive mount, more than a thousand cavalrymen beside him were ready.

This time they were going to attack quickly, so except for Manli, each soldier had only one horse.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Wang Feng tightened the reins and attacked quickly in the general direction.

"drive!"

On the vast plain, the sound of hurried horse hooves rang out again.

According to his speculation, even if the command post of the Second Division was not within the bird's-eye view, it would not be much different.

If we go any further, communication between the front-line troops and the command post will become extremely inconvenient.

In the rapid assault team.

Miss Manli held the soldier's uniform tightly in front of her with one hand and held the camera tightly with the other, enduring the discomfort caused by the bumps.

A normal war horse is only equipped with one saddle, and there is no consideration that one day there will be an extra person sitting on it.

So Miss Manley sat directly on the horse.

But even so, she didn't say much and endured it silently.

She has some real skills to be able to become the Central News Agency's reporter representative in the Fifth War Zone.

The first lesson for a female war correspondent is not to be too pretentious.

Sometimes, you have to think of yourself as a man from the bottom of your heart.

The sun sets in the west and the red sun rises in the sky.

The sky was reflected in blood red. Wang Feng rode a white horse, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

"found it!"

"You son of a bitch, Neiji Okamura, let's see how you run away this time!"

After only a few miles, Wang Feng discovered the Second Division Command Post on the edge of the three-dimensional combat map.

After confirming that Okamura Neiji was inside, he waved his whip:

"drive!"

The team passed a muddy area and slowed down a bit.

The horse that Miss Manli rode was almost on par with Wang Feng's white horse.

As a reporter, she captured this scene keenly.

The setting sun, the military flag, the general, and the soldiers leading the way, all the core elements are present. Manli clamped her legs around the horse's belly, and her muscles were tensed, trying to keep the camera stable.

Press the shutter!

click!
It is extremely difficult to operate the camera with both hands without stirrups or saddle.

Even the elite cavalry in ancient times found it difficult to draw their bows and shoot arrows under such circumstances.

But Manli gritted her teeth and managed to do it, although the whole process took less than ten seconds.

After resting for a while, she took the opportunity to take a few photos of the soldiers around her.

I remember that in a university class, the teacher once said: "History progresses under the joint promotion of the mass historical view and the heroic historical view!"

After passing the muddy area, the team's pace picked up again.

The sky darkened and night fell.

Inside the Second Division Command Post, beads of sweat covered Okamura Neiji's forehead.

He panicked.

Okamura Neiji noticed something was wrong when he could not contact the 30th Infantry Regiment. It was not until the tank regiment sent news that the Chinese army had occupied our position and the 30th Infantry Regiment suffered heavy losses, with only a small number of soldiers successfully breaking through and the rest all killed.

Beside him, a staff officer stood tall. After Asai Goro went to the front line to supervise the battle, he temporarily took over this position.

Okamura Neiji turned around and asked: "How is the tank regiment doing?"

The 30th Infantry Regiment was destroyed, but as long as the tank regiment could hold on, there was hope of reversing the situation.

The staff officer lowered his head: "According to the news from the front line"

Seeing the other person's expression, Neiji Okamura slammed the table and shouted, "Raise your head! Are you scared?"

The staff officer trembled all over and immediately raised his head: "According to the news from the front line, after the 30th Infantry Regiment was defeated, the Chinese army took advantage of the gap when the tank regiment arrived and sent a division and brigade to bypass the east bank of Yishui to support the eastern battlefield."

The thing you were most worried about happened!

Okamura Neiji forced himself to remain calm: "Order all troops to shrink their defense lines and minimize losses!"

Although the enemy had broken through the western battlefield, it was not the end of the road yet.

With a division's tolerance rate, it can still withstand this kind of failure.

It has four regiments under its command, and only one was disabled, leaving three.

The total number of troops on the front line is still over 10,000.

But the Chinese army may not be so.

An army on the western battlefield is about to be crippled. If they stop the loss in time and call off the troops before the next attack, the strength of one army alone will not be able to withstand the attack of three regiments.

There's still room to maneuver!
"Hay!" The staff officer received the order and hurried out of the command post.

Neiji Okamura looked out the window. In the dark night, everything around him was quiet.

Four hours later.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves, Okamura Ningji subconsciously opened his eyes and looked around.

"what's the situation?"

Shouldn't the Cavalry Brigade be attacking the flank of the Western Front at this moment?

Faintly, he heard a roar.

The staff officer staggered in, his chest heaving, gasping for breath: "The command post was attacked by Chinese cavalry!"

"The defense force has been dispatched. Please move to another place."

Okamura Neiji's eyes widened, and he jumped up from his chair with a start: "What?"

"Move! Move immediately!"

The sudden situation caught him off guard. In his entire military career, he never imagined that one day, in the era of hot weapons, his own command post would be attacked by cavalry.

"Move, move quickly."

Okamura Neiji looked around and saw all kinds of confidential documents on the shelves. For a moment he didn't know where to start.

These documents involve the core secrets of the Imperial Army.

Including but not limited to some photos of massacres and detailed troop deployment of friendly forces.

Especially some top-secret documents of the Kwantung Army.

When he led his troops on an expedition to North China, he felt it was not safe to keep these things in the Northeast, so he simply carried them with him.

But I didn't expect that it would become a burden to me now.

The staff officer gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, there is still some gasoline in the command post. I will take care of it. Please retreat quickly!"

Neiji Okamura picked up the general's sword from the rack and walked into the darkness surrounded by several guards at the door.

peripheral.

Wang Feng is directing the battle.

The Second Division's command post was not without any defense. Five or six hundred defending soldiers blocked their way.

From a bird's-eye view.

Wang Feng witnessed with his own eyes Okamura Yasuji fleeing to the north and was extremely anxious.

Fortunately, the group did not take the bus.

Otherwise, even if you break the horse's legs, you will never catch up.

"Quickly resolve the battle! Quickly!"

Five or six hundred Japanese soldiers, relying on their firepower advantage from heavy machine guns and grenade launchers, could not be defeated in a short period of time.

Wang Feng walked to the back and said, "Zhao Fangyuan, you stay and command the battle, Zhang Hu!"

"Sir!"

"Take dozens of your brothers and leave!"

"Yes!"

Wang Feng rode on the white horse and tightened the reins in his hands.

The fight was intense in the front, and after Manli quickly took a few photos, she lay alone in the grass at the back.

Even though mosquitoes were flying around him, he didn't make a sound.

Wang Feng rode his horse to Manli's side and said, "Zhang Hu, take her with you!"

"Let us go, and take two pictures later."

Along the way, he was very satisfied with the performance of the female reporter in front of him.

Be courageous and have guts.

If she were in ancient times, she might have become a heroine.

The main thing is peace of mind.

When you stop to rest, you don't need others to take care of you, and when you set off, it won't slow down your speed.

Upon hearing the news, Manli stood up immediately, and Zhang Hu gave her a hand and let her get on the horse.

"Gee!" Wang Feng waved his whip and led dozens of cavalrymen to bypass the defense line of the Japanese defense forces.

In the grass.

Okamura Neiji staggered with each step, his two military boots were covered with mud, and the military cap on his head was missing, and no one knew where it had fallen.

Rustling——

The sound of swaying grass was mixed with the sound of horse hooves.

Okamura Neiji didn't even have time to catch his breath, and with the support of his staff officer, he desperately moved forward.

But how could legs be faster than a war horse?

The sound of horse hooves became louder and louder in his ears, like a death warrant from the King of Hell. Okamura Neiji's back was already wet with sweat.

It was as if the horse's hoof did not fall to the ground, but hit him directly on the heart.

Wang Feng had already locked onto Okamura Neiji's position. He pulled out the pistol from his waist, casually aimed at the bushes in front of him, and pulled the trigger.

boom!
Gunshots rang out and a wisp of smoke drifted away.

In the grass, feeling the bullets flying overhead, Okamura Neiji fell directly to the ground.

He subconsciously reached for his pistol, but after searching for a long time, he remembered the urgency of the evacuation and realized that he had left his service pistol in the command post.

Wang Feng pointed forward and said, "Go, pull out the devils inside!"

The soldiers jumped off their horses and swarmed forward.

Sporadic gunshots were heard, but then it fell silent.

The white horse seemed to sense the atmosphere. It snored and took small steps.

It seems that it is also anxious.

Wang Feng reached out and touched the mane, looking straight ahead.

Zhang Hu led a group of soldiers and carried out Okamura Yasuji and several staff officers.

"Your Majesty!"

Okamura Neiji wanted to stand up, but Zhang Hu roared and kicked him in the knee.

thump!
Wang Feng's eyes were cold, he said nothing, and just clenched the grip of the pistol.

Okamura Neiji was shot in the wrist, and blood was spilled all over the ground as he drove over.

It seems that at the last moment he wanted to commit suicide, but was stopped.

Wang Feng took a deep breath.

This little bit of blood is not enough!
Zhang Hu walked down from his horse and said, "Sir, it looks like a high-ranking Japanese official!"

Wang Feng shook the reins, and the white horse understood and slowly walked forward to stand in front of Okamura Yasuji.

clatter! clatter!
The air fell into silence, and only the sound of horse hooves could be heard.

Okamura Neiji raised his head and saw clearly the face of the Chinese general in front of him in the moonlight.

The white horse under his crotch and the general star on his shoulder have already foreshadowed this person's identity.

"You are Wang Feng?"

Okamura Neiji asked in Chinese: "I never thought that we would meet in this way."

Wang Feng looked down at the other party, raised his eyebrows, and said with interest: "Then what do you think should be the way?"

Okamura Neiji lowered his head and said nothing.

There is nothing much to say about the defeated general.

Wang Feng slowly raised his pistol, aimed at Okamura Neiji's eyebrows, and placed his finger lightly on the trigger.

Okamura Neiji grinned miserably: "Lord, even if you kill me, you won't be able to return to your command post alive."

"This is the heart of the division. You can't escape."

Wang Feng frowned and slowly put down his pistol: "Do you know Itagaki Seishirō?"

Okamura Neiji was stunned: "I know him, he was also defeated by you."

"I should be the fourth division commander to be defeated by you."

Wang Feng lowered his head and played with his pistol. "Back then, I was a regiment commander and led my troops deep into the heart of the Fifth Division. Itagaki Seishirō also thought so, thinking that I couldn't get out at all."

Okamura Neiji was speechless and didn't know how to defend himself.

"How did you find me?"

His arms were held firmly in place, and no matter how he struggled, he could not break free.

When asked about the core issue, Wang Feng smiled and said, "Regarding this issue, I think you can discuss it with the two division commanders above."

After saying that, Wang Feng raised his pistol.

Okamura Neiji's expression was twisted with extreme fear.

"You can't kill me! You can't kill prisoners of war privately!"

"I'm a prisoner of war!"

"Your supreme commander will not allow you to do this!"

As if he sensed that Wang Fengzhen was about to shoot, Okamura Neiji kept roaring.

Wang Feng hesitated slightly.

Letting him die like this might be too easy for him, he put down the gun and thought to himself.

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Okamura Neiji seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "You can't kill me yet, I'm a prisoner of war, I'm a prisoner of war!"

Wang Feng frowned, a little impatient: "Such a noise, knock him out and take him back!"

Zhang Hu raised the butt of his gun and smashed it hard on the back of Okamura Neiji's head.

Feeling uneasy, he even sniffed his breath.

"Sir, I'm still breathing."

Wang Feng looked at Manli beside him and asked, "Have you taken all the photos?"

Manli raised the camera: "Don't worry, it's all in here!"

(End of this chapter)