Part 3: Bloody War of Resistance  Chapter 11: Chaotianque    The Game Behind (8)

The Kwantung Army Headquarters retreated south, but Naosaburo Okabe insisted on not leaving, and Qin Yansanro refused to leave now. The seven divisions on the east bank of the Hun River were seizing every opportunity to retreat. The Second Brigade of the ** chariots rushed towards Xiuyan like lightning.

In the western part of Xiuyan, among the mountains, Lu Ruishan led his troops to advance along the mountain road. The long team dragged on the mountain road. The soldiers were sweating profusely, but they didn't say a word and rushed to the road.

On the sea, thousands of sails competed. The 51st Army of the second echelon was leaving Qinhuangdao and heading towards Gaizhou. Xia Yanglin stood anxiously at the bow of the ship, and kept asking for speed up. In the sky, fighter planes roared, and dozens of silver eagles hovered in the air, protecting the fleet below.

At Yingkou Port, smoke filled the smoke and fires soared into the sky. Several patrol boats rushed out of the port in artillery fire. Several P51s whistled down from the sky. The machine guns sprayed raindrops, and several balls of fire appeared on the sea. Several explosions rang out one after another. Soon the sea surface returned to calm.

Further away, hundreds of fighter jets bombed around Lushun. The fires surged into the sky, and the only few patrol boats were all blown up at the dock. The entire Japanese Navy was blocked in the port by the Chinese Air Force.

On the front line of Hunhe, the Chinese team launched a new round of attacks. Hundreds of cannons ejected flames of revenge. The Japanese positions on the east coast were flooded with fire, and Japanese soldiers struggled to support them under the artillery fire.

On the wide river surface, hundreds of small boats sailed to the opposite bank in artillery fire. The waves of shells splashed on the soldiers. From time to time, soldiers fell into the river whine, but the remaining soldiers still rowed hard.

On the road further east, there were silhouettes, horses neighed and shouted, a large group of Japanese troops were retreating south, three planes rushed out of the clouds in the horizon. The planes circled in the sky, and then dived towards the ground. The marching team quickly dispersed to both sides and hid in the woods on both sides. A long string of dust splashed on the ground, and two trucks full of ammunition exploded.

More than ten minutes later, the plane left staggeringly, the troops came out of the woods, the road was full of desolation, the trucks continued to burn, the wounded were groaning loudly, the soldiers began to busy packing up the ammunition they could still use, bandage the wounded, and after everything stopped, they continued to go on the road.

In the entire Hunhe River, the Japanese army left seven brigades dominated by the 188th Division to defend the east bank and cover the transfer of the entire main force. The seven brigades had to defend the river bank for hundreds of miles and more than a dozen possible ferries, and endured the strong attack of hundreds of thousands of teams in Zhongzhao. Whether it was Okabe Naosaburo of Tonghua or the commander-in-chief of the front enemy Yoshio Hongo, they did not think they could come back alive.

The western front changed drastically. After receiving the report of the war situation, the entire command center suddenly became nervous. In just one day, such a drastic change occurred on the battlefield, and there were huge differences within the command center on the next direction of the troops.

Kazuya Nakajima did not have time to form his own command organization, but instead turned the 270th Division Division headquarters into his command center nearby. Lieutenant General Yoshikura Hideken, the commander of the 270th Division, was a senior who was two senior in the Army University who was two years older than him. The two were very familiar with each other.

After a brief excitement, Nakamori, the chief of staff of the 270th Division, first proposed to give up the battle on the east front, and the entire army retreated across the Yalu River, firmly on the south bank of the Yalu River.

Yoshikra supported Nakamori's proposal: "Nakajima, the Chinese army has not yet entered Tonghua, the vanguard of the Forty-ninth Army has only arrived in Liuhe, and the right-wing China First Mechanized Army has only arrived in Mengjiang. It will take at least two days for them to reach Tonghua. Two days have passed, and Hunhe must have been lost, and the Western Front has begun to retreat. If we still stay near Tonghua, we will be easily attacked by the Chinese army."

Kazuya Nakajima did not speak. He carefully studied the map. The situation displayed on the map was very unfavorable to Japan. The Forty-Ninth Army on the front lowered its speed. The 103rd Army on the front attack had already entered Liuhe. The 102nd Army on the left supported the support of the left wing occupied Jiangjiadian, and the Second Cavalry Army seized Shengshui River.

After the First Mechanized Army occupied Fusong, Mengjiang, it followed the Futong Highway toward Jiangyuan. Further away, the New Army swept across the southeast of Jilin. The Manchurian Defense Forces here surrendered one after another, the First Airborne Division seized Yanji and the troops arrived at Tumenjiang.

What's even more dangerous is that the Chinese army that came from Fushun suddenly appeared a few days ago, with the number 51st Army. The attack speed of this army was very fast and advanced nearly a hundred kilometers in just two days. Now it may be crossing Laotuding Mountain.

"Okay, let's retreat." Katsukai Nakajima turned his head and looked at the officers in the division. The officers breathed a sigh of relief. Katsukai Nakajima is not unknown now, but famous. Some of his deeds have long been circulated among the Japanese army. Before he spoke, all the officers were worried that he would not retreat. Now that he gave in, everyone was relieved.

"However, we can't just retreat like this." Nakajima Kazuya glanced at everyone and turned to the map and said, "You guys, look, the 49th Chinese Army is on the front, and they slowed down the offensive pace. On the contrary, the First Mechanized Army's offensive pace was very fast. They went south from Harbin and came along the way, and had already walked thousands of miles; what does this mean?"

Everyone looked at Nakajima Yasuka, Yoshikra thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Is it logistics?"

Kazuya Nakajima nodded: "Yigura Jun said it well, it is logistics. The power of the tank and armored vehicles is very powerful, but it requires oil. You know, whether it is Harbin or Xinjing, all the supplies have been transported south by us. They cannot obtain oil supplements from North Manchuria, they can only carry them themselves. I believe they must have received supplements, but this supplement cannot fully meet his needs; the Chinese commander of this army is Qiu Qingquan, and this person is very confident and arrogant. I want to do something about him."

Although the spring is cold in the northeast, it is quite comfortable in summer. Sun Zhen sat comfortably under the grape trellis in the temple to drink tea. The ripe grapes were hung on his head. He sat in a very good position and could clearly see the figures of the staff coming in and out.

"This is the new tea this spring," the abbot put down the teacup and said to Sun Zhen: "Although it is not as fragrant as southern tea, it tastes pure."

Sun Zhen laughed: "Master, I'm going to tell you, I'm just a rough man. I'm used to drinking people's blood on the battlefield. Drinking tea is just a genius. I don't know whether it's good or bad."

I always say that it is not true. I still know a little bit better or worse, but I only know that a little bit. Sun Zhen is worried that the old monk would discuss the tea scriptures with him, so it would be embarrassing. It would be better to be more cheerful and admit it yourself.

Sun Zhen set up his command center in Qingliang Temple outside Liaoyuan City. Qingliang Temple is not big, with only more than a dozen monks. Sun Zhen occupied several wing rooms in the backyard. Except for a few chief officials, most of the officers and soldiers lived outside the temple.

The Western Front was in full swing, but the Eastern Front was very free and there was no big battle. The Japanese army set off on the stance at Gongzhuling. Sun Zhen was in a state of energy at that time and thought he could fight well. But before his team could gather, the Japanese army ran away and left his hundreds of thousands of troops there.

In the subsequent pursuit, the Japanese army's resistance was still not firm. There was no fierce battle in the three armies. The Chinese team chased. The Japanese army occasionally stopped to fight for a few hours, then ran, and then stopped to fight for a few hours.

The Japanese army gave up Siping, Liaoyuan, and Panshi in succession. Not only Sun Zhen was confused, but Qiu Qingquan, Guo Xunqi, and Sun Liren below didn't know if Japan retreated to North Korea like this.

Yesterday, news came from the War Zone Command, reminding him to pay attention that the Japanese army is likely to launch large-scale reinforcements to the Western Front. When attacking, pay attention to the cooperation between the two wings and beware of the Japanese ambush.

After fighting under the command of Zhuang Jihua for a long time, Sun Zhen knew very well that Zhuang Jihua would not say this easily. Since the attack on the Eastern Front, Zhuang Jihua only sent telegrams twice, one was to order him to send the New Eighth Army north to seize territory; the other was to warn him to wait until the Forty-Ninth Army and the First Mechanized Army arrived before heading south.

He executed both orders, but this time he still did not dare to take it lightly. He ordered Guo Xunqi and Qiu Qingquan to slow down and pay attention to the cooperation between the two armies.

Guo Xunqi obeyed the order and did so. The attack speed of the Forty-Ninth Army slowed down, but Qiu Qingquan was unruly. He simply called back. The First Mechanized Army was cast by steel, not tofu, and the Japanese did not have such good teeth. Sun Liren's call back was simpler, so he sent a few Japanese to my soldiers.

Although Zhuang Jihua repeatedly emphasized that there was no right to have a mixed opinion, this prejudice always existed, but it was much better than other war zones. However, only Zhuang Jihua could suppress the entire war zone, including Qiu Qingquan and Sun Liren.

The two of them were very rude, and Sun Zhen didn't care, especially Sun Liren's direction. There were almost no Japanese in this direction. Sun Liren could have let go. If Zhuang Jihua had not given the order, he could even kill all the way to the sea cucumber power.

But Qiu Qingquan is different. Jinan has undulating mountains and complex terrain, and tanks are not suitable for fighting on this terrain. But Sun Zhen also knew that Qiu Qingquan's character was, and no matter how he reminded him, he would not be able to comply. Even if he finally agreed, he would not do so in actual actions. So Sun Zhen simply sent another telegram and left it alone.

"The general is so arrogant and saves the people from water and fire. How can he be like me who practices Zen and worships Buddha all day long, and has a stinky skin." The abbot is very humble. Although Sun Zhen said rudely, according to his observation, this person is not so rude. This is basically because of humility.

"I am from Sichuan. I have studied at Baoding Military Academy before, and I have some ink in my stomach. However, I really don't understand drinking tea." Sun Zhen smiled and asked seriously: "Master, the Northeast will be restored, and the Northeast will be built in the future. There are fewer people in our army in Northeast China. How to build the Northeast? I would like to ask the master for advice."

The abbot sipped the tea gently, then shook his head slightly: "General is too modest, General Zhuang has both cultural relics. Although I am outside the world, I have heard of the famous name. Naturally, I have a strategy for building the Northeast. Why should I worry about it?" Speaking of this, the abbot changed his tone: "However, since the general is asking, if I don't say it, the general will be blamed again, thinking that I am proud of myself."

Sun Zhen smiled slightly, the Northeast was restored, and asked the Northeast people who were killed as slaves, and expressed great enthusiasm. Wherever they went, the people welcomed each other. The support level of the ** was unprecedented. The recruitment office was crowded with people who asked to join the army, and various condolence supplies were piled up in the military camp. Some officers who had no wives for a long time were enthusiastically pursued by young women.

The reason why he asked this question was mainly because he felt that after the Northeast was restored, Zhuang Jihua would probably let him, Yang Sen, Wang Lingji, and Pan Wenhua, leave the army and work in the local area.

The abbot continued: "According to my opinion, there are only two ways to manage the place. Doing with the trend. What is to follow the trend, recruiting virtuous people, clarifying the people's sentiments, and reducing tax burdens; the northeast is rich in land and sparse in people, and rich in resources. Those who govern should keep in mind these nine words, so the local area will naturally be governed."

Sun Zhen nodded frequently, looking like he was being taught. He was about to answer when the chief of staff ran over to report: "Commander, Commander Zhuang's urgent telegram."

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