Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

The people in the room nodded.

There are no objections, and no further discussion is needed.

The deputy commander leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

"Okay, that's all for today."

"Old Liu, once you get back, find out the details of the Second New Regiment as soon as possible. If you need any support from headquarters, just let us know."

Division Commander Liu and the political commissar stood up and saluted.

He turned and strode out of the house.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the courtyard.

They quickly disappeared into the night.

The deputy commander-in-chief, the deputy chief of staff, and the two staff officers remained in the room.

The deputy commander's gaze returned to the telegram on the table, and he remained silent for a long time.

Then he looked up at the people in the room, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Comrades, we can finally get a good night's sleep tonight."

The deputy chief of staff smiled.

"Boss, you're right."

"After this battle, our Eighth Route Army is indeed much more confident."

……

Taiyuan City.

Headquarters of the Japanese First Army.

Communications Department.

It was 7:40 PM.

Duty communications officer Lieutenant Sato sat behind his desk by the window.

Everything was as usual, so calm it made me a little sleepy.

Lieutenant Sato frowned slightly.

As is customary, each wing must send a position report to headquarters every five hours.

This has been a strict regulation since the start of the war, implemented without fail, rain or shine, without interruption.

The 107th Regiment's report was supposed to arrive at 7:00, but forty minutes have passed.

"What happened?"

Lieutenant Sato's voice was not loud, but it carried a sense of vigilance.

"Has the report from the 107th Regiment been sent yet?"

The communications soldier quickly sat up straight and took off his headset.

"Reporting, Lieutenant, we haven't received it yet."

"I've tried calling three times, but there's been no response."

"three times?"

"Yes, once at 7:10, once at 7:25, and once at 7:40, there was no response at all."

Lieutenant Sato frowned even more deeply.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on the silent radio, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Three unanswered calls are no small matter in communications.

An occasional lack of response may be due to equipment malfunction or signal interference.

But if there was no response three times, and the intervals were enough for the other party to handle any unforeseen circumstances, then it was no accident.

"Keep calling, once every five minutes, until the other party responds."

Lieutenant Sato's voice remained steady, but it was a few beats faster than before.

"If there is no response by 8 o'clock, report to me immediately."

"Hi!"

The communications soldier put his headset back on and his fingers touched the telegraph key.

The ticking sound rang out in the quiet communications room.

Short and clear, it called out that silent call again and again.

Lieutenant Sato walked back to his desk and sat down, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the edge of the desk.

Time passed by, second by second.

At 7:45, there was no response.

At 7:50, there was no response.

At 7:55, there was no response.

Lieutenant Sato stood up, walked quickly to the platform, and looked down at the communications soldier.

Still no response?

"No, Lieutenant."

"I have called more than ten times in a row, but the other radio station has not given any signal feedback."

Lieutenant Sato remained silent for a moment.

Then he turned around and walked back to his desk, picked up the phone, and turned the dial.

"Get me to the operations section, Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima."

The operator's voice came from the other end of the phone, and after a moment, a deep male voice rang out.

"I am Nakajima."

"Lord Nakajima, this is Lieutenant Sato from the communications department."

"There is an emergency I need to report to you."

"The 107th Wing has not sent back a position report as usual for more than an hour."

"We called them multiple times but received no response, leading us to suspect that they may have lost contact or encountered an accident."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima's voice came through again.

"I understand. Wait for me at the communications desk, I'll be right there."

The phone hangs up.

Lieutenant Sato put down the microphone and stood by the desk.

The atmosphere in the communications room has changed.

The communications soldiers, who had been busy with their own tasks, all looked up, but no one spoke.

About five minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.

Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima from the Operations Section pushed open the door and walked in.

Without exchanging pleasantries, he walked directly to Lieutenant Sato and asked:

When was the last time you contacted them?

"At 2:00 PM sharp, I reported my location as usual, and then there was no signal."

"Is it confirmed to be a radio malfunction?"

"It cannot be confirmed at this time."

"We've tried different bands and frequencies, but there's been no response from the other side."

"If it were a normal equipment malfunction, it should at least be able to receive our call signal, but there was no response at all."

Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima stood there, silent for a long time.

Having spent many years in the operations department, he understood the importance of communications better than anyone else.

It is absolutely not normal for a wing to be out of contact for more than an hour, especially during a sweep operation.

But instead of making a judgment immediately, he turned around and looked at Lieutenant Sato.

"Keep calling, once every ten minutes, don't stop."

"Also, inquire with the 69th Regiment to see if they have any information about the location of the 107th Regiment."

"Hi!"

Lieutenant Sato turned and went to make arrangements.

Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima walked out of the communications office and strode quickly down the corridor toward the commander's office.

The door to the commander's office was ajar.

Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima stopped at the door, took a deep breath, and knocked twice on the door.

"Come in."

Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima pushed open the door and went inside.

Yoshijiro Umezu was sitting behind his desk, with a map in front of him and a pencil in his hand, marking something.

He raised his head, his gaze falling on that somewhat tense face. His eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't speak.

Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima walked to the desk and stood at attention.

"Commander, there is an urgent matter that I need to report to you."

"explain."

"The 107th Regiment lost all contact after sending its last position report at 2 p.m."

"The communications department has been calling for over an hour, but there has been no response."

"The cause is currently unknown, and its exact location and status cannot be confirmed."

Yoshijiro Umezu's gaze lingered on Lieutenant Colonel Nakajima's face.

His brow furrowed, and he put down the pencil in his hand.

The 107th Regiment, a unit commanded by Koichi Abe.

The operation to sweep through the 386th Brigade's defense zone is underway and has been progressing according to plan since it began yesterday.

They've lost contact now, which is definitely not good news.

"Where was the location last reported by the 107th Regiment?"