Fujiwara Mayu looked disappointed.
He shook his head and frowned deeply.
"Nothing unexpected."
"What if, one in 10,000 chance?"
"Shinozuka-kun, the precious lives of the Imperial Warriors cannot be paid for by your recklessness!"
"If you insist on doing this, I can only report everything to Commander-in-Chief Okamura!"
"I want to see if Commander-in-Chief Okamura will let you do whatever you want there!"
A cold snort followed, with burning eyes and a cheerful rhythm.
At the moment, direct control, emotional agitation.
Fujiwara Mayu's patience has reached its limit.
Staff officer Ono watched the show silently...
interesting.
Your Excellency, the two commanders, are you directly fighting each other?
Fight! Fight!
What comes and goes!
Keep up the good work!
Staff officer Ono has stars in his eyes, and everyone has the talent to eat melons.
The Shinozuka Japanese bowed their heads silently...
He calmed down a lot.
Seeing Taiyuan so close at hand, he was really unwilling!
Just... the finishing touch!
It's right at the door!
Turn around and leave now?
hateful!
hateful!
But the Shinozuka Japanese also knew that what Fujiwara Mayu said made sense.
With a probability of one in ten thousand, there is no need to risk the lives of imperial soldiers.
Now there are at least more than 30,000 imperial warriors and more than 20,000 Locust Alliance soldiers.
In addition to the 20,000 imperial locust troops of the 15th Division that Abe Yanghui had previously led to attack Taiyuan Airport...
In other words, there are still more than 50,000 imperial warriors and more than 20,000 Locust Alliance soldiers.
At least now...the casualties are only half...half...
When they came out of Shicheng, they brought with them 100,000 elites of the Locust Army and 60,000 elites of the Locust Alliance Army.
There are still more than 50,000 elites of the Locust Army and more than 20,000 elites of the Locust Alliance...
Half the loss is really painful...
But compared to the annihilation of the entire army, this ending couldn't be better!
At least, I'm holding on!
There is still a chance to start all over again.
If the entire army is really wiped out, Commander-in-Chief Okamura will really be unable to survive.
At that point... it will be a dead end.
"Retreat."
"Give power to General Abu and the 15th Division."
"Tell them that if they haven't captured Taiyuan Airport by now, they should withdraw."
"We're going back."
"No more fearless attrition."
"Wait until the airport in Shicheng is completed."
"When the two flight groups promised by His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief arrive, when we destroy the enemy's fighter planes, and when we gain control of the air, we can carry out... indiscriminate bombing against them."
"At that time, victory will still belong to the Imperial Locust Army!"
"This time, we are just trying our best!"
"Just a preliminary peek!"
"It can be regarded as testing the combat level of the new first division."
"This way, we can better sanction them in the future."
"We still won a great victory in this battle. Fang Yu's new division missed all their trump cards."
"Know thyself, ever-victorious!"
"This battle is actually a feint to spy on intelligence."
"Significant!"
"Warriors, thank you for your hard work!"
The Shinozuka Japanese suddenly smiled, and immediately started a nonsense journey...
When you think about it, it does have a somewhat decent taste and feeling.
All of a sudden, various rhythms were mastered minute by minute.
Fujiwara Mayu: "..."
Doesn't this make you blush?
Can you talk nonsense in such a high-spirited manner?
The strong... always strong!
All I can say is that they are not on the same level at all.
It's a little far worse.
Ono, the staff officer standing nearby, could not help but twitch violently at the corner of his mouth.
For a moment, I felt dizzy and completely speechless.
You old man, you still know how to play.
The Japanese army began to retreat.
The troops of the New First Division pressed forward little by little to attack.
"The devils retreat!"
"The devils have retreated!"
"Won!"
"Won!"
…
Waves of cheers and cheers followed, and the whole world trembled!
The soldiers of the New First Division stood up from the pool of blood, their eyes were wet, and they didn't know whether it was blood or tears.
Many soldiers held on to the trenches and vomited there after the war.
What's more, they directly grabbed the soil from the trench and kept stuffing it into their mouths...
It seems that this is the only way to alleviate my desire to vomit.
His eyes were blank, and his breathing gradually returned.
The vast majority are new recruits.
The first time to kill the Japanese, the first time to enter the battlefield as a recruit.
They had fought with extremely strong willpower until now, and did not dare to slack off at all.
But now, the battle is over, and for them, their whole bodies and minds are liberated.
At this moment, you can vent your physical discomfort without restraint.
At the end of a battle, these recruits who participated in the battle for the first time were turned into hard-core veterans!
The battlefield is always the fastest place to train new recruits.
Just the casualties...somewhat tragic.
Wu Anguo, deputy commander of the New 1st Division and director of the Logistics Department, was lying on the armored vehicle behind him, panting heavily and his eyes wandering for a time.
His whole head seemed dizzy.
Heavy pressure was flowing freely throughout the body, and the stream of consciousness was jumping back and forth, making me exhausted from the torment.
Although the battle only lasted a few hours, Wu Anguo felt like it lasted three days and three nights... without sleep.
My whole head is about to explode.
What supported him at this moment was the joy of victory.
Japs, retreat!
"commander!"
"An Guo... An Guo has never let you down!"
Wu Anguo took a deep breath, and his whole body relaxed little by little, and his breathing... also became much lighter.
too tired.
Wu Anguo couldn't help but closed his eyes briefly...
"Deputy Commander..."
"Deputy Commander..."
The hurried cry came, and Wu Anguo stood up suddenly like a frightened bird, and then began to look around with an abnormal expression.
"What's wrong?"
Wu Anguo said in a hoarse voice.
"Deputy Commander, the Japs have retreated. Brigadier Zhang Dabiao asked me to ask you if you want all the troops to come forward and beat up the little son of a bitch!"
A battalion commander from the third infantry brigade came over and said excitedly.
Wu Anguo fell silent.
In the concept of everyone in the New First Division, Japs are fat meat, the kind that will ooze oil every time you bite it.
The Japs are about to run away now, can this fat thing slip away from their mouths?
So for these officers of the New First Division, they all want to go up and eat fat meat and fight the Japanese.
But as the overall commander, Wu Anguo has more considerations at this moment.
Wu Anguo looked at the recruits who were vomiting around him and shook his head silently.
"Don't chase poor bandits."
"The mission given to us by the commander is to defend Taiyuan."
"All actions must be based on this!"
"Don't worry about the rest."
"And we have too many new recruits."
"They have been in such bad shape after playing for so long."
"If we continue to fight forcefully, there may be accidental risks..."
"What if the Japanese are pretending to retreat, and will they seize the opportunity and strike again with a carbine?"
"We can't take this risk!"
"Command all troops to return to defense!"
