Anti-Japanese War: Li Yunlong dared to attack Taiyuan

Yamashita Fengwu heard the staff officer's advice and suddenly raised his head and shouted angrily, "Baga, you bastards, you're still thinking of retreating now? There's no time to pack up your belongings. Are you going to abandon your baggage?"

After hearing what Yamashita Tomotake said, the Chief of Staff was about to speak when he was rudely interrupted by Yamashita Tomotake.

"Even if we start packing up our baggage now, without the protection of the city, our troops won't be able to move fast. What if Li Yunlong's troops get hold of the baggage? Will you stop their attack? Baka, order the troops to prepare to defend the city immediately. Order the rest of the regiment to move towards Yangquan immediately."

Looking at the enraged Yamashita Tomotake, the division chief of staff whispered, "Your Excellency, division commander, have all the troops packed their baggage and are ready to depart at any time? Please give the order."

"Nani?"

Yamashita Fengwu looked in shock at the group of staff officers in front of him, as well as a group of signalmen, confidential secretaries and others at the door who had already sorted out the documents. Even some things on his desk seemed to have been packed up without him noticing. When did this group of people pack up their things?

"Baga, you guys..."

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, please give the order!"

Hearing this, Yamashita Fengwu took a deep breath and said, "Order the troops to immediately withdraw from Yangquan and turn towards Shimen."

"Hayi!"

Seeing that Yamashita Tomoyuki finally ordered a retreat, the Chief of Staff of the 4th Division and some other staff members breathed a sigh of relief. They were really worried that Yamashita Tomoyuki would be stubborn and insist on defending Yangquan to the death, and then they would have no choice but to surrender.

Ten minutes later, all the Japanese defenders in Yangquan City withdrew from the city. Because they had packed up their things in advance, the retreat was orderly. Cars and mules and horses set off first, pulling heavy artillery.

The Quartermaster Regiment followed closely behind, but because its ammunition was basically used up, the Quartermaster Regiment did not carry too many supplies, so its marching speed was very fast. Last was the Engineer Regiment. Compared with the Quartermaster Regiment, the Engineer Regiment at least had a certain combat effectiveness, and could also provide cover if an emergency occurred.

"Baga, these bastards!"

Yamashita Fengwu looked back at Yangquan and said somewhat unwillingly.

"Your Excellency, the Empire cannot afford the annihilation of two divisions within a week. I hope you understand!"

The Chief of Staff of the 4th Division comforted Yamashita Tomotake.

Yamashita Fengwu looked at the chief of staff in front of him and said through gritted teeth, "Baga, don't you know that the adverse impact of the imperial army withdrawing from Yangquan without firing a shot is far greater than the destruction of an entire division? Do you believe that in the future, in all the cities of Shanxi Province, the defenders will flee in panic as soon as Li Yunlong's troops appear?"

"And if we lose Yangquan, Li Yunlong can cut off the Shijiazhuang-Taiyuan Railway...the situation in Shanxi Province..."

Upon hearing this, the 4th Division Chief of Staff immediately laughed and said, "Your Excellency, Division Commander, you also said it was Shanxi Province. We are now returning to Hebei Province. The affairs of Shanxi Province are the affairs of the First Army, not our 4th Division. We are not affiliated with the First Army. This matter is between Your Excellency, Division Commander, and His Royal Highness..."

The Japanese chief of staff didn't say everything, just said a few words, but Yamashita Tomotake already knew what he was going to say, which was to pass the buck.

"Baga! You guys..."

Although he was insulted by Yamashita Tomotake, the Chief of Staff of the 4th Division did not refute him, but just smiled and said nothing.

Meanwhile, in Yamashiro.

The mansion has been very lively these two days.

"Sir, another person claiming to be General Liu's family member has sent 30,000 US dollars and asked us to send a telegram to Li Yunlong to confirm that we have received the money."

The man who was working on documents with his glasses looked up at his confidential secretary and said, "Oh? Someone's sending us money again. What's Li Yunlong been doing lately? Why is he sending us money every day, tens of thousands of dollars at a time?"

"I don't know. The people who sent the money didn't tell us. They just urged us to send a telegram back to confirm that the money had been received."

As he spoke, he opened the box, revealing stacks of US dollars.

"Okay, send a telegram to Li Yunlong and tell him I've received it. I'm curious about what this guy is doing. Why are so many Kuomintang generals lining up to give him money? Is he kidnapping someone?"

The secretary shook his head. A thought flashed through his mind: Li Yunlong's unruly demeanor. He imagined he might actually kidnap a Nationalist general, which would have been consistent with his first impression of Li Yunlong. However, he smiled and explained, "Probably not. The Eighth Route Army Headquarters has also sent a telegram asking us to cooperate with General Li Yunlong's actions. Li Yunlong might kidnap someone, but the headquarters probably won't let him do whatever he wants."

"It's fine if it's not kidnapping. Send a telegram to ask Li Yunlong what he wants to do with the money. Such a large sum of money has made my job a lot easier. This guy is good at fighting and making money."

After hearing this, the secretary thought for a moment and said, "Sir, how about getting you a new pair of glasses first? Your frames are broken."

The gentleman took off his glasses and looked at them. "It's okay, they can still be worn. Let's first ask Li Yunlong about his plans for the money. This guy must have a purpose for making so much money. He won't fight a battle without preparation."

"Yes!"

Just as the secretary was about to leave, the gentleman suddenly spoke up, "By the way, I heard he's getting married. Send me a telegram to congratulate him and give him the gift later. Tell him to fight the Japanese well. I'm keeping an eye on him."

"Yes!"

Soon, Li Yunlong received a telegram from Shancheng. Looking at the content of the telegram, Li Yunlong grinned again. It had been half a year since he last saw Mr. Shancheng. He thought for a while and said.

"Reply to Shancheng: Three-tenths of the money will be kept in Shancheng for you to carry out your work, three-tenths will be handed over to the Eighth Route Army Headquarters, one-tenth will be given to the Taiyue Military Region, and the remaining three-tenths will be kept for purchasing food."

"Oh, and one more thing: from the three-tenths of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Independent Column, I'll take out five hundred dollars to buy you a pair of glasses, two sets of clothes, a set of pajamas, two pairs of leather shoes, and two pairs of slippers. The remaining money will be used to prepare braised lion's head every week. If you ask, just say it's my request. If you don't agree, you can let him scold me!"

Li Yunlong remembered that the last time he saw the gentleman in the mountain city, the frame of the gentleman's glasses was broken and was fixed with a cloth strip. Also, although the leather shoes the gentleman wore looked fine, when he walked, he could still notice that the soles were severely worn, with one higher than the other.

The only two good pieces of clothing are the formal suit and the coat I wore to the event.

When Li Yunlong went to visit Mr. Li in the evening, Mr. Li's pajamas were all covered with patches, or even made of patches.

Moreover, Li Yunlong knew that if he did not add these contents, even if the people around Mr. Li bought the goods, they would be ordered to return them and exchange the money for some supplies. Even if one piece of clothing could only buy one more bullet, Mr. Li would wear his old clothes and exchange the money for bullets.

This is also the reason why Li Yunlong has so much money on hand, but is extremely strict with himself. The power of role models is infinite.

It's not just the sir, but the army commanders, division commanders, brigade commanders and others, each of them holds a high position, but they are extremely strict and simple with themselves. Without these role models, a soul like Li Yunlong who comes from the materially rich world of the future would not be able to persist under such harsh conditions.

Some people may think that people of this era are ignorant, wear tattered and tacky clothes, don’t understand fashion or high technology, and have nothing in common with people in this world. That is completely wrong.

Most people in later generations have no thoughts of their own except for the shallow knowledge brought about by the development of the times. Their spiritual world is terribly empty. Apart from the fast-food knowledge that is digested at a fast pace, they are just a body without a soul.

Compared with the knowledge of later generations, the spiritual world of people in this era is so rich that Li Yunlong feels a little ashamed.

When he first came, Li Yunlong couldn't understand it, but the longer he stayed in this era, the more he felt that he was unfashionable and backward, and he was constantly urging himself to keep up with them.

This is an era of extreme material scarcity, but also an era of extreme spiritual abundance.

Everyone around you is working hard for one thing, from every ordinary soldier to high-level commanders and fighters. When hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions of people work together for the same goal, sacrifice becomes the most insignificant little thing.

There is almost no selfish desire, only the passion to sacrifice one's life for this nation and this country.

Even when ordinary soldiers gathered together, they would talk about knowledge, ideals, and the future, imagining the days after victory and the happy days in the future. In the soldiers' imaginations, they experienced them all.

Learning does not require anyone to supervise it. Study groups are formed spontaneously to exchange combat experience and learning experience. Everyone is desperately arming themselves, eager for knowledge, eager to grow, and happily absorbing all kinds of knowledge.

This is also one of the reasons why our army has strong combat effectiveness. We have lofty ideals and goals to strive for. Even if we sacrifice our lives, we have no regrets, just to pave a bright road to the future.

Because of sacrifice, we have great ambitions, and we dare to change the sun and the moon...

The Republic of China was an era that was rotten to the core.

If you join the National Army, you will die amidst all kinds of temptations, corruption, and competition for the worse.

The Republic of China was another splendid era.

If you join our army, you will grow amidst all kinds of difficulties and setbacks, and bloom the most brilliant flowers on the steepest cliffs.

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I don't mean to preach, this is just my personal opinion. I just felt uncomfortable when I saw some of the comments, so I wrote some of them in the heat of the moment, just as a complaint.

Chapter 280 Report: The Eighth Route Army Arrives at Taiyuan

Outside Taiyuan City.

Yang Wanli rode a tall horse and came to the south gate of Taiyuan City in a swaggering manner.

Although he was alone, he was standing 107 meters outside the south gate of Taiyuan, with his head held high, looking towards Taiyuan City. The south gate had been bombed by several rockets, and part of the parapet had collapsed. Some puppet soldiers were repairing it.

Taiyuan City has been under martial law, and the news of the demise of the Sixth Division has spread throughout Taiyuan City.

No one knows who leaked the news, but whether it was the Japanese, the puppet army, or the people in Taiyuan City, they all knew the news. They were excited, panicked, confused and uneasy.

The puppet soldiers on guard on the top of the city wall discovered Yang Wanli appearing outside Taiyuan City and shouted nervously.

"There seems to be an Eighth Route Army outside the city!"

"The Eighth Route Army is attacking?"

"Should we run?"

"I heard that the Eighth Route Army even wiped out the Sixth Division. So, we can't defend the city with these few devils in the city, right?"

The 20th Division lost a lot of people at the airport, and some were killed and injured in the Battle of Zhongtiao Mountain. Now the 20th Division is not a fully staffed division.

Listening to the puppet soldiers' discussion, a puppet army battalion commander immediately shouted, "Why are you panicking? It's just one Eighth Route Army soldier. Can he really take down Taiyuan City by himself?"

Many puppet soldiers breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, someone suddenly said, "Didn't Li Yunlong capture Shinozuka Kazuo with only a few dozen men? And he might look like he's alone, but there might be thousands of troops behind him, and a bunch of heavy artillery aimed at us?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the city wall immediately became silent, and many timid puppet soldiers had already begun to think about how to escape.

At this time, a Japanese squad leader on the city wall also noticed Yang Wanli and looked over with a telescope.

Yang Wanli was seen holding a letter in his hand, raising it high and shaking his arms constantly, hoping that some devils or puppet soldiers would come out of the city and take the letter away so that he could turn back and chase the main force.

"The Eighth Route Army has a letter?"

The Japanese squad leader frowned and looked at the translator beside him: "Can you hear what he is saying?"

"Taijun, the distance is too far, I can't hear clearly."

"Come and see what he is doing!"

The translator immediately looked over with a telescope and saw Yang Wanli holding the letter in one hand and pulling the reins with the other, waving the letter in his hand continuously.

"Taijun, he is holding a letter. Generally speaking, this should be a letter of persuasion, asking us to surrender."

Hearing these words, the Japanese squad leader blushed instantly.

"Baga, you came to Taiyuan alone to persuade us to surrender. The Eighth Route Army is going too far!"

The translator nodded and bowed hurriedly, saying, "Taijun, perhaps this Eighth Route Army is followed by thousands of troops. Perhaps those mysterious weapons they use to bomb airfields and ammunition depots are already targeting us, and they could blow down our city walls at any time."

Hearing these words, the Japanese squad leader calmed down instantly and looked at the city wall that had not yet been repaired. The translator was right. Perhaps in the distance, there might be artillery of the Eighth Route Army aiming at Taiyuan.

After carefully looking through the telescope for a while, he found no trace of artillery behind him.

But then I thought about it, the traces of the people who attacked the airport were only found four or five kilometers away from the airport. Perhaps the Eighth Route Army was hiding far away.

"Keep an eye on this Eighth Route Army soldier. I need to report this to my superiors!"

"Hayi!"

The Japanese squad leader trotted to find his squadron leader and said, "Report, Your Excellency, the Eighth Route Army is outside Taiyuan City. They are holding a letter of surrender and ask us to surrender! The Eighth Route Army's heavy artillery may have already set its sights on Taiyuan City."

The Japanese squadron leader, who was originally enforcing martial law, was shocked when he heard the squad leader's report: "The Eighth Route Army has arrived in Taiyuan? And they want us to surrender?"

"Hayi, just outside the city!"