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Zaozhuang Japanese Army Command.

Otanaka Sato was kneeling down and drinking in a depressed mood, with a plate of peanuts on the table.

"well!"

Thinking that his military career might be about to end, Ota sighed.

He took a sip of wine and exclaimed:

"Chinese wine is so strong, but I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it in the future."

Losing comfort. A woman is one crime, losing a large amount of materials and gold is two crimes, and failing to hold up the Independent Brigade in northern Anhui is the third crime. The three crimes are punished together, and his hope of survival is very slim.

Now the headquarters is busy extermination of the Independent Brigade in northern Anhui and has no time to deal with him.

But Ota knew that the Independent Brigade would definitely not be able to withstand the large-scale siege of the Imperial Army, and he would live in a few days.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

He took another sip of wine, and at the same time he picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.

The strong liquor made his complexion gradually turn red and his body began to become hot.

Ota unbuttoned the buttons on his military uniform and looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

There are 15 minutes left before 8 o'clock.

‘Oh, this long night is so sad!’

Ota is now a little bit of a worm on his brain, but the comfort of An Suo in the city was destroyed in the last battle.

He is now guilty and dare not go out and catch a girl to enjoy it.

I can only drink one cup after another to relieve my boredom.

Just as he was drowsy, a bright red light came in outside the window.

"Nani?" Ota rubbed his eyes. Could it be that he had hallucinations when he was drunk?

But no matter how he rubbed his eyes, the red light was always there.

Ota muttered to himself with his head tilted:

"Why is it a bit like a signal flare?"

Sudden,

His eyes widened, his body sat upright, he woke up most of the time when he was drunk, and he screamed in vain.

"Signal flare!"

As if to verify his words, Ota finished speaking, the sound of guns and cannons came from the east.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"What's going on? Is the Independent Brigade back?"

He staggered and stood up and shouted loudly outside the house:

"Come, come..."

Although his mind was awake, his body was still paralyzed by alcohol. Ota walked slowly towards the war room.

Five minutes later, the adjutant hurriedly came to report to him.

"Old Master Zhongzuo, the east of the city was attacked by the man. The outer positions and the city walls had been lost. The man was rushing towards the command center..."

"Bang..."

Ota sat dejectedly on the chair, now he was dead.

"How many people are there in the attacking branch? What unit is it? Do you know?"

In such a short time, the adjutant didn't have time to figure out the situation.

"What came was the regular army of that man, with at least one regiment of troops."

"Independent brigade in northern Anhui!"

Ota said it subconsciously.

Zaozhuang or as big as Shandong, there is only one regular army of Chinese people.

——Independent brigade in northern Anhui!

"Where is Yang Guiling?"

The adjutant shook his head, "I don't know where he is now? The puppet army was defeated just now when attacked. They lost the city gate and asked the branch to attack so quickly."

Ota sighed, he had no extra energy to get angry,

"Everyone, it's time to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor." He said as he picked up the command knife on the table.

"Zhi. That man bullied people too much. After a round trip, he came to attack Zaozhuang again. Do you think I, Ota, can be bullied? We are warriors of the Great Japanese Empire, and we must not lose the face of His Majesty the Emperor and the Samurai."

There were also some translators and communicators in the room. After listening to Ota's words, everyone looked at each other and then became busy separately.

Some people smashed the radio station, some burned the documents, and were ready to break the dust.

Because the gunshots were already very close, almost outside the command center, Ota did not even send a farewell telegram.

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The moment the red signal flare rose, the second and third companies of the Nanjing Hero Camp launched a feint attack on the Japanese on the city wall at the same time.

As the battalion commander Jia Dalin expected, all the enemies on the city wall were attracted to the north and south directions.

Because most of the defenders were puppet troops, the puppet troops were both afraid of life and death and had no experience in the battlefield, and were almost firing random shots in the darkness.

Unlike the excitement around, a company led by Yang Fugui quietly touched the city gate.

There were several sandbag bunkers outside the city gate, with two light machine guns on it, and ten Japanese and forty puppet troops defending it.

The fierce firefighting on both sides made the puppet troops fight. If the Japanese soldiers had not been holding bayonets, these puppet troops would have escaped.

The first company was the main attacking force, and two mortars in the battalion were also equipped with them.

Yang Fugui led the team to a location 200 meters away from the city gate, and two mortars were set up in the dark.

"Boom boom boom..."

After four explosions, Yang Fugui, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up and rushed to the enemy's position first.

"Run... Kill..."

Behind him, more than a hundred brothers in the company were as fast as cheetahs. They roared and charged at the fastest speed.

There is an unwritten tradition in Nanjing Heroes Camp, that is, every time you charge, the officers must be in front of you.

Because of this tradition, the casualty rate of officers in Nanjing Hero Camp is much higher than that of ordinary soldiers.

but,

Because of this, the entire team is not afraid of sacrifice from top to bottom, and everyone strives to be heroes.

Jiangdong naturally knew this tradition, but after careful consideration, he did not explicitly prohibit it.

Every unit should have something unique to them!

Yang Fugui has long been the silly farmer on the Huai River. After fighting one battle after another, his combat experience has become more and more abundant, but the hatred in his heart has not decreased at all.

The distance of 200 meters arrived in an instant. Yang Fugui did not take his brothers to hit the Japanese guns, but lay down 30 meters away from the city gate.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

People around me kept falling to the ground. Although my body was hurt by falling, my brothers' tactical actions were still meticulous.

"Dadadada..."

After a brief confusion, the Japanese machine gun finally fired.

Several slow-moving brothers burst into blood mist on their bodies, spitting blood in their mouths and planting them into the grass.

"Grenade...Grenade..."

Yang Fugui shouted to his brothers.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

The bullet kept wiping his scalp and flew over, and the brothers moved quickly. More than a hundred grenades were removed from the back cover, and the fuse was stretched straight.

"Prepare to... throw!!!"

"Squeeze...squeeze..."

“Huhhhh……”

Grenades flew with blue smoke, swirling and flying towards the enemy positions that were close to the corner.

"Dangdangdang..."
To be continued...