When Yoshio Shinozuka was incompetent and furious in the headquarters in Taiyuan, most of the Japanese in Niangziguan Railway Station were already despairing.
Everyone in this situation knows that the situation is over, and perhaps "Amaterasu" will come to help them tide over the difficulties.
But because the composition of this force is very complex, there are many diehard elements. These people temporarily stabilized the situation and did not allow the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side to easily pick the fruits of victory.
Yamashiro Hisanobu sat expressionlessly in the military station. The only supporting force of the group just now had been killed by the Eighth Route Army. With just the few men under his command, there was no chance of a comeback against the more than 2,000 well-equipped Eighth Route Army troops.
If he had a chance to start over, he would definitely act cautiously. At least a small group of people must be sent to explore the road, otherwise so many soldiers would not be killed.
But there are so many ifs. Failure is failure. The only question that bothers him now is, as a special lieutenant, which method should he choose to die.
Death in battle is not bad, but it is not enough to make up for the mistakes made.
After thinking for a moment, it seemed that a decision had been made. The old devil turned to look at his adjutant and said in a very calm tone:
"Prepare to be loyal to His Majesty Tian Locust. Let the soldiers guard all entrances for at least ten minutes. You go and arrange for people to detonate all the remaining special bombs. We cannot let these things threaten our compatriots."
"The enemy must have attacked to destroy the station, so let's fill the place with poisonous gas, and maybe we can buy some time. Although we have been defeated, we must not allow the other party to successfully complete the mission."
"Niangziguan is a stronghold that is very important to our North China Front. I believe that the Lieutenant General will never give up here easily. There must be other troops on the way."
After hearing these words, the adjutant on the side seemed to have been given a shot of blood, which was in line with the values he had been instilled in him.
Although he knew that he would die in a foreign country soon, his faith and decision as a sergeant made his blood boil, as if the enemy would rush towards him even if he was faced with a mountain of swords and a sea of fire.
After receiving the order, the major took action immediately and selected a group of the most loyal subordinates among the remaining soldiers.
These young people who have been brainwashed by militarism will carry out Yamashiro Hisanobu's last orders without fear of death. They regard the matter of sacrificing their lives for their brother's country as the supreme honor.
Even if they died under the poison gas of their own troops, these people did not have any fear or complaints.
As the only person in this army whose military rank is second only to Yamashiro Hisanobu. After the adjutant arranged all the preparations, he immediately returned to the military station, and he was still carrying a Sanba Gai in his hand.
Seeing this scene, Yamashiro Hisanobu nodded with satisfaction. In this situation, only the other party is qualified to give him the last chance.
The old devil took a deep breath, knelt down facing the direction of Hiroshima, and said to the adjutant beside him:
"Komatsu-kun, please be my intermediary. It is my honor to have a subordinate like you. I hope that we can still work together in the next life."
Because the time to join the battle was unexpected, all of Yamashiro Hisanobu's luggage was still on the military train and was not taken down. As a result, there is no white cloth, no wine, and even the knife used for seppuku can only be replaced by a command knife.
The old devil put the silver-edged scabbard aside, completed the steps of sacrificing the sword with water, and then wiped the family's samurai sword with his military uniform.
After a brief silence, his breathing began to become rapid, and his eyes became red due to congestion.
This beast, whose whole body was covered in the blood of the common people of the Republic of China, and whose hands had taken the lives of countless soldiers of the Republic of China, actually began to tremble, and there was a trace of struggle and unwillingness on the face of the old pig liver.
He held the katana tremblingly in front of him, and at the same time slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
"Your Majesty the Locust! On board!"
As if something gave him some courage, Yamashiro Hisanobu roared angrily, raised his hands high above his head and swung down forcefully, stabbing the command knife into his left abdomen.
The adjutant on the side looked at his superior with great admiration. He even felt honored to be standing here to witness this scene. He admired the commander's courage very much.
Logically speaking, the old devil should continue to draw towards the right side of the abdomen. Then he stabbed from the chest to the lower abdomen, cut into a "cross" shape, and finally pulled out the knife and stabbed it in the throat.
The reason why they are so pretentious is because those bastards believed that everyone's soul is hidden in their belly, and by doing so, they can take out their loyal souls and show it to the locusts.
Although I don’t know if it is possible to complete this ritual on other small days of committing seppuku.
But it was obvious that Yamashiro Hisanobu's loyalty was not enough. Strong pain filled his whole body, and his arms seemed to have consumed all their strength just now.
He held the blade tightly and did not let go even though his fingers were cut. The slight ups and downs of his back and rapid breathing made time seem to have stopped.
Yamashiro Hisanobu no longer had the courage to continue. This process had seriously deviated from the strict sense of seppuku. The old devil used his last strength and turned to look at his adjutant, waiting for him to give him relief.
But at this moment, the fifth regiment launched the final attack.
Several mortars fired at Niangziguan Railway Station, pouring out the user's anger.
By coincidence, a shell happened to land near Yamashiro Hisanobu and his adjutant.
The adjutant had just raised the 38 cap in his hand, preparing to send his lieutenant on his last journey. Several rounds of shrapnel flew directly onto his body, instantly scarring his body with holes.
The two immediately fell to the ground, twitching in pain.
At the same time, those loyal subordinates fired the last batch of poison gas bombs, and the two poisonous gases filled the entire station within a minute.
Yamashiro Hisanobu and his adjutant did not have the opportunity to put on gas masks. The two evil-doing Japanese were forced to lie down in a pool of blood and inhale like a range hood.
It seemed that even God could not stand the atrocities of the Japanese. As soon as they fired the gas bombs, the wind direction suddenly changed.
The poisonous gas that might have threatened the villages on the mountainside was blown to the opposite location by a strong wind.
Because of Yamashiro Nobuhisa's actions before his death, the battle ended quickly. After waiting for more than twenty minutes, all the poisonous gas that troubled the Eighth Route Army drifted into the deserted mountains.
The soldiers followed the two regiment leaders to the station. Everyone was a little scared when they saw the tanks and armored vehicles placed in the open space.
"Old Kong, we are really lucky. If all these iron bastards are fired, your shells will probably not be enough."
"Hey, when will we have armored forces? Every time I see these Japanese things, I get a headache. In the past, just to destroy a tank, we had to sacrifice many comrades."
After hearing these words, Kong Jie's mood became a little low. However, he immediately thought of Huang He, Deputy Minister of Logistics, and then adjusted his mood and said to his comrades beside him:
"There are enemies, and we will have them sooner or later. Look at the weapons the troops have now. Did you dare to think of these things before?"
"You probably haven't met Deputy Minister Huang yet. He is a capable man. He has only been back for a year, and the whole army has undergone earth-shaking changes."
"Take our team as an example, I feel that the firepower now is twice that of last year."
Although they are not in the same military region, Huanghe's famous leader Chen also knows it. As soon as he mentioned the mysterious deputy minister, he immediately became energetic.
"You are right! We will definitely become stronger! We will win the battle with the Japanese!"
After the small talk, the two immediately began to assign the next destruction work.
According to the order issued by the headquarters, the water tower, auto repair shop, material factory, crossroads, communication equipment, and trains in the station must not be left behind by the Japanese.
After a short communication, they decided to use yellow explosives to blast the water tower and detonate the water tank. Various facilities in the station were also destroyed using the same method.
The trains were gathered together, first set on fire, and then loaded with explosives.
After spending half an hour, only the waiting hall remained in Niangziguan. Just as Captain Chen was about to burn down the French-style building, Kong Jie stopped him.
"Old Chen, just keep this waiting hall. Even if the Japanese come back, this building alone will be of no use."
"Although our Jin Province is temporarily occupied by the enemy, one day we will fight back completely. This building was not built in a young age. If it is left here, future generations will be more prepared for danger."
"Maybe there will be some famous person in this lady's palace."
"A certain sci-fi master surnamed Liu was shocked:???"
After chatting, the two went to the military station together to check if there were any documents left behind by the Japanese. As soon as they entered, they saw the corpses of two enemies.
Yamashiro Hisanobu and his adjutant were already dead at this time, and even the appearance of their death was very disgusting due to the poison gas.
Seeing this interesting situation, Kong Jie couldn't help but marvel. Although he had heard of the famous hara-kiri, this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.
The two put on their masks and approached slowly, then pulled out the Zuoguan Sword.
"Old Chen, what do you think these two devils are doing? If one person commits seppuku, is it possible that there must be someone next to him to cheer for him?"
Hearing the word cheering, even the serious Captain Chen couldn't help laughing. He took a moment to explain:
"What else can you do? The devil is afraid of pain. These beasts like to do face-saving projects. They pretend to be in severe pain. The person next to them is helping to repair the damage."
"I heard others say that this seems to be called interfering with the wrong person, and it is quite important."
"But in my opinion, the Japs who were responsible for the last hit should have been killed by our cannons. The other old Japs probably bled to death alive."
After knowing the reason, even Kong Jie, who had always been honest and honest in the past, couldn't help but laugh a few words. He originally wanted to spit on the corpse, but thought of still wearing a gas mask and had to give up.
"Don't forget that there is poison gas, but if this old devil can die under his own weapons, he can be regarded as the original food."
"Why the hell did you blame the wrong person? If the devil really knows that he is wrong, I will never do anything else for the rest of my life. I don't mind explaining the wrong to all the beasts."
After all the work was completed, the soldiers of the two regiments gathered at the foot of the mountain. The troops had to evacuate quickly and then split up to carry out road-breaking operations.
There were still some soldiers from the third battalion in the pass who had not yet returned to the team, so the fifth regiment of the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region left the battlefield first.
They will continue to move eastward, preparing to destroy the railway from Niangziguan to Shimen.
Since the engineers of the independent regiment were not very skilled, half an hour passed before the third battalion commander led his comrades to withdraw from the pass.
And there were many people following him, and every villager had freshly cooked food in their hands. They mainly eat pancakes and simple dishes to satisfy their hunger. Some people even make millet porridge.
In order to give the Eighth Route Army soldiers who had just finished the battle a hot meal, the villagers spent almost all their remaining food.
Kong Jie was immediately confused when he saw this scene. Before setting off, the division commander specifically stated that food should be coordinated and distributed, and he was not allowed to go to one village to eat one village. He first glared at the third battalion commander, and then quickly stepped forward to support the village chief standing at the front.
"Folks, we in the Eighth Route Army have regulations that you cannot eat this meal. Fighting the Japanese is our responsibility, so go back quickly!"
"If our brigade commander finds out about this, he will definitely punish me when he returns."
Although saying this did make the villagers a little scared, the leading village chief came up with an idea.
"Comrade, our village has been bullied by Xiaoli for so many years, and today we are finally proud of ourselves! My old man never dreamed that we would see our own troops at Niangziguan in his lifetime."
"You are our hope for survival and our savior. If you don't eat this meal, the people in our village will have uneasy consciences."
"Don't worry, everyone will never spread this matter. If we are the only ones who know about it, it won't be considered a violation of discipline."
Originally, Kong Jie had made up his mind to refuse, but the other party held his hand tightly. Astonishing power actually erupted from that old body.
In desperation, he had to let the soldiers take over the kindness of the fellow villagers.
However, the soldiers of the Independence Regiment left a lot of dry food for these enthusiastic villagers, and even took out a few batches of pork and chicken.
Although you can't take advantage of the masses, there is no problem with fair transactions.
After a hasty meal, the soldiers continued their attack plan, and the village chief also sent a group of young adults to follow the independent regiment.
After a whole night, the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Military Region achieved amazing results. Not only did they eliminate the Japs stationed at Niangziguan, they also blew up the bridge in the eastern section.
With the joint efforts of the army and the people, all the railways from Chengjia Longdi to Niangziguan Station were destroyed. Traffic from Niangziguan on Zhengtai Road to Luanliu was completely cut off, and the Japanese fell into extreme chaos.
Shinozuka Yoshio's sword skills +1+1+1.
I'm coming! Niangziguan is completely finished!
(End of chapter)
