December 31, 23:05. (Central Plains Time Zone of the Republic of China)

Takahashi Tagaji, Hizuki Kenji and Morimoto Iichiro discussed the plan for the entire army to retreat tomorrow. The three of them gathered around a small charcoal pot, warming themselves by the fire while thinking deeply about things. The dim lights of the headquarters

It showed the dejected expressions of the three Japanese soldiers.

"In Japan, it should have been Showa 14 now!" Ichiro Morimoto said emotionally.

Kenji Suzuki glanced at the time and said, "23:05, it's New Year's Day in Tokyo now, and it's been 5 minutes since Showa 14!"

"well……"

The three of them sighed together.

The original plan was to capture Jincheng as the 20th Division's New Year's gift to His Majesty the Emperor.

Now that I think about it...it is indeed a bit ironic.

On this day worthy of celebration, the 40th Brigade was in a desperate situation.

Takahashi Tagaji smiled miserably,

"Everyone, welcome to Showa 14!"

"Hiyi..."

The three people's eyes met for a second, and then they all avoided each other.

In this situation, we should have a drink together, but the 40th Brigade has almost killed all its horses, how can there be any wine?

The three of them sat facing each other in silence, their parents, wives and children far away in the mainland all coming to their minds at this moment.

If it had been in previous years, the three of them would have been celebrating the festival with the soldiers at this moment, greeting His Majesty the Emperor who was so far away across the ocean.

Now the three commanders look lonely, and their soldiers have already curled up and fallen asleep. In this hungry and cold environment, few people remember that today is New Year's Day.

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While the three Japanese commanders were sighing, the 1st Independent Brigade Regiment, the Hero Battalion, the Guard Battalion, the Broadsword Team, and the 1st and 2nd Recruit Regiments had all entered combat positions.

Although fine snowflakes were still falling above their heads and the weather was still so cold, the soldiers of the Independent Brigade felt hot all over, and the blood flowing in their bodies was boiling a little bit.

"Huhuhu..."

Groups of fine white mist appeared with the breathing of the soldiers, and everyone lay quietly on the ground, waiting for the moment of attack to arrive.

At 23:30, Jiangdong, together with the guard battalion and the Broadsword Team, quietly reached the periphery of the Japanese headquarters.

"How is it?" Jiang Dong asked in a low voice.

"It feels like there's no one around. It's quiet." Xiaodouzi pointed in the direction of Jiangdong.

"There is a Japanese patrol over there, and they will walk around the headquarters about every half hour. The detected situation is consistent with the report of the Hunter Squadron, and no other differences have been found yet!"

"Okay, let the soldiers approach carefully and try to close the distance with the little devil without being exposed!"

"clear!"

For this night attack, the soldiers all wore a piece of white cloth on their backs for simple camouflage.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see that there are small white dots one after another moving towards the center around the Japanese military headquarters, like snow-white silkworm chrysalis one after another.

23:50.

All the warriors of the Broadsword Team have arrived at the predetermined attack position.

Han Mo casually grabbed a handful of snow and applied it to his face. He wanted to keep his brain and body in the best condition.

Time is passing by minute by minute, and the time for the general attack is getting closer and closer.

Cao Binbin and Yan Yilun were rescued from the prisoner of war camp together with him, and both of them have already served as deputy commanders of the main regiment.

But he, Han Mo, had just escaped from his position in the engineering camp.

The establishment of the Broadsword Team was facilitated by his unremitting efforts. During this period, Han Mo devoted almost all his efforts to this team.

He wanted to use the steel knife in his hand to prove to Jiangdong that he, Han Mo, was no worse than anyone else and could play as the main force or as a forward.

Han Mo touched the big knife on his back with his backhand. The familiar feeling coming from the back of the knife made him feel at ease and at ease.

The 200 soldiers behind him were also doing the same action. The people around him were their comrades, and so was the sword on his back.

More than two months of hard training finally came into use today. Many people were holding back their energy and wanted to show off their skills.

In daily confrontation training, each of them can single out three brothers from the main group.

'The little devil should be stronger than the brothers in the main group, but it should still be possible to fight two of them alone...'

Many team members are thinking this way in their hearts.

23:55.

"Get ready to fight!" Han Mo whispered to the soldiers beside him.

The soldier passed on his orders one after another.

"Kaka..."

The submachine gun was loaded and his finger was on the trigger.

It’s 0:00 in the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China!

"Set flare!!!" Jiang Dong ordered in a deep voice.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Three red flares floated into the sky, looking particularly abrupt and conspicuous in this world full of white.

The drowsy Japanese sentries were awakened by the red light from the sky, and sharp shouts suddenly rang out from various Japanese camps:

"Flag flare!!! Yes, that person's flare!!!"

The Japanese soldiers and officers who were sleeping were awakened by the shouts, but before they could even get out of bed, the ground beneath them was already shaking.

"Boom boom boom..."

Zhu Ergou gave an order, and the artillery battalion of the independent brigade, which had been frustrated for a long time, opened fire. The shells streaked across the pale night sky and smashed into various Japanese camps.

"put!"

"put!"

"put!"

The flag in the hands of the squad and platoon leader kept raising and lowering the flag, and the brothers in the artillery battalion quickly stuffed the shells into the barrels.

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"kill!"

The moment he saw the signal flare, Han Mo jumped up from the ground with a roar and rushed towards the Japanese headquarters 200 meters away.

Behind him, the brothers of the Broadsword Team also got up from the ground one after another, gathering together like tigers descending the mountain, and separated like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey.

"kill!!!"

The soldiers shouted and moved quickly.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

More than a dozen mortar shells passed over the heads of the charging Blade Team brothers, whizzing and spinning into the area 200 meters ahead.

"Boom boom boom..."

The artillery shells first exploded outside the Jaap's headquarters, destroying any location where the enemy might be hiding.

Then the artillery fire gradually extended, pushing towards the center layer by layer.

More than a dozen little Japanese patrols more than a hundred meters away had disappeared in the gunfire before Han Mo and his brothers could fire.

The person responsible for providing artillery support was Gao Quan, the deputy commander of the artillery battalion. He was skilled and courageous. He commanded the artillery brothers to cooperate closely with the charging Broadsword Team, and the two sides connected seamlessly.

"Da da da……"

The little devils who were stunned by the shells had just recovered. Before they had time to pull the bolt, countless bullets had already beaten them into bloody gourds.

It only took three minutes for the Blade Team to successfully break through the outer positions of the Japanese command headquarters.

Han Mo, who had just crossed the trench, looked up and saw a dozen little Japs howling and rushing towards him. The Japs soldiers were holding bright bayonets and shouting slogans that he could not understand.

Han Mo subconsciously pulled the trigger, and a hail of bullets flew out like raindrops.

"Da da da……"

The Japanese soldiers had never suffered such fierce firepower. They thought they could easily kill the enemy soldier with the bayonets in their hands.

But just as they rushed closer, more than a dozen of the Japs fell down. The following Japs were still rushing towards them. They knew that there would be a time when the enemy's bullets would run out, and they would be able to kill him by then.

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"Da da da……"

The expectations of the Japanese soldiers were in vain. Before the bullets of the submachine gun in Han Mo's hand were exhausted, the soldiers behind him had already followed.

Three or four submachine guns opened fire at the same time, and the remaining five or six Japanese were killed instantly.
Chapter completed!