"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, for some unknown reason, we cannot contact the 4th Division!"

Hongo Yoshio's eyes were filled with fear,

"The artillery fire from the direction of Snowflake Mountain seems to have stopped. Something must have happened to the 4th Division."

Tuqiao once looked far away to the east, his expression unusually calm.

"Let the warriors stop attacking. We can't get out without the 4th Division.

Send a report to the base camp and the front army headquarters that the Twelfth Army cannot get out. Advise other army divisions that are about to enter the North China battlefield that Jiangdong is the biggest threat and ask them to use all their strength to clear it out for all the dead warriors.

revenge!

Long live His Majesty the Emperor...Long live the Empire of Japan..."

Hongo Yoshio's lips trembled,

"Your Majesty Lieutenant General, are you sending a farewell telegram?"

"Yes, after sending the telegram, let each ministry decide whether to continue the breakout or..."

Dohashi sighed deeply once,

"No matter what the warriors choose, I will respect it. Even surrendering to the Chinese is okay."

Hongo Yoshio was stunned. He muttered for a long time without being able to say a word.

…

"Immediately report to the division commander that we have broken through the Japanese blockade and will immediately launch an attack on the main force of the 12th Army. Let the division's artillery battalion be ready to support us at all times!"

It's hard to see the appearance of Mr. Pianpianjia on Xiao Jiang anymore. He is darker and stronger than before, and his clear eyes are a bit more fierce.

After handing over the communications troops, Xiao Jiang waved to his brothers to continue the attack.

He was holding an MP40 submachine gun in his hand and a pistol on his waist. He already had the vague feeling of a tiger general.

"The scouts did a good job and showed the style of our division. We ordered other troops to speed up and we can't let Xiao Jiang take all the credit!"

Wang Laohu roared with his eyes widened.

He wanted to go to the front line to kill the Japanese like Xiao Jiang, but his status and position were different, so he could only vent the excess strength in his body by yelling.

The 1st Division and the 6th Division followed the 5th Division. It was almost dark, but the three division commanders did not issue an order to stop the attack. They wanted the Japanese in the 12th Army not to see the sun tomorrow.

Three heavy howitzer regiments shelled the narrow area held by the Japanese army one after another. The Japanese who were still hesitating to surrender or break out were bombed to pieces. The wailing of wounded soldiers and the desperate shouts of people could be heard everywhere.

.

The more than 10,000 remaining Japanese in the 12th Army knew that their last moment had come.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor, long live the Empire!"

Desperate middle-level and junior officers began to stab their command knives into their own stomachs, and there were scenes of self-commitment everywhere.

Some Japanese soldiers threw their guns aside and knelt on the cold ground with sad faces.

They were holding photos or peace charms in their hands, crying and saying something to the photos of their loved ones. Neither the screams nor the explosions could disrupt their movements.

Some Japanese people were talking about missing their hometown and relatives, but the shells hit their heads accurately, and their bodies disappeared in an instant, leaving only the curl of gunpowder smoke hovering up.

"Mom, goodbye..."

"Dear wife, see you in the next life..."

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

The Japanese soldiers, who were completely desperate, hugged each other in twos and threes. After saying what they wanted to say, one of them pulled the latch of the melon grenade, and then slammed it beside him.

"boom!"

The soldiers' bodies were blown open by grenades, and a hole larger than a watermelon appeared on each body. The holes were bleeding and smoking.

The whole wounded barracks was full of such scenes, and soon the ground was covered with a layer of rotten flesh.

"Woooooooo..."

"How could this happen? How could this happen..."

"I want to go home..."

The mentality of some Japanese soldiers was completely broken. They huddled in various corners and kept crying.

I don't have the courage to commit suicide, I don't have the determination to surrender, I just cry.

"kill!"

At 12 o'clock at midnight, the sky in front of Niangziguan was filled with flares.

Under the illumination of flares, tens of thousands of soldiers from the three divisions rushed towards the final position of the Twelfth Army!

The surviving brigade commanders, wing commanders, group captains and other officers of the 110th Division and the 115th Division all chose to commit suicide. Their actions indirectly affected the soldiers under their command, and many of them committed suicide together.

Some extremely fanatical militarists were unwilling to die in vain. They squatted in various hidden corners, waiting for the Chinese troops to approach and pounce on them like wolves.

"Onboard!"

"Onboard!"

"Da da da..."

The Japanese were at the end of their rope, but in the desperate situation they still showed a brave and fearless scene.

Chiang Kai-shek's reconnaissance battalion has encountered the Banzai Charge no less than three times on the way forward. The Japanese in the Banzai Charge can no longer be called human beings. They approach the reconnaissance camp like animals, and then use bayonets and grenades to attack the reconnaissance camp.

Kill.

After a few times, Xiao Jiang also took precautions. He deployed automatic firepower around the entire battalion. The entire reconnaissance battalion was like a large hedgehog, vigilant and charging at the same time.

Without a chance to get close, the Japanese were all swept down halfway by automatic fire.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and there are more and more comrades around. Everyone cooperates with each other to advance towards the center as quickly as possible.

"Hongo-kun, we really shouldn't leave Shandong and take a trip into these muddy waters, alas..."

Dohashi sighed once, but kept wiping the saber on his hand.

"There is no regret medicine in the world. I just hope that our sacrifice will wake up the base camp and other troops."

Yoshio Hongo knelt beside the earth bridge, also polishing his saber.

"I'm starting to worry about the outcome of this war. The Chinese seem to be invincible."

Doqiao shook his head once, "Oh, I'm still thinking about these things now, it seems I can't get out.

I hope Amaterasu Amaterasu can enlighten me when I get there."

Yoshio Hongo thought about surrendering and joining Koto's anti-war alliance, but Dohashi and his colleagues around him showed such decisiveness that he completely suppressed any nostalgia for life in his heart.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, Your Excellency, Chief of Staff, I have to take the first step!" a major staff officer said in a trembling voice.

After he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and stabbed the sword into his stomach, and then pulled the knife horizontally. Black blood and intestines flowed out from the gap in his stomach, and the major's head hit the ground hard, like

It's kowtowing to people.

Immediately afterwards, four or five more people said the same words and did the same actions.

The simple command post was soon filled with the smell of blood and the stench of the meeting.

The sound of gunfire and the shouts of killing from the Chinese were getting closer and closer. Dohashi and Yoshio Hongo once looked at each other and raised their sabers at the same time.

The sharp saber easily cut through the skin and flesh, cutting off the intestines and internal organs. The two men groaned at the same time. Then they took a sharp breath and began to scratch their belly hard.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I have left, please take care of yourself!"

Doqiao once said this in his heart, and then he sank into endless darkness.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

The flares were launched into the sky one after another, illuminating the small hilltop as brightly as daylight.

The Japanese soldiers either launched a banzai charge or committed suicide, and only a handful chose to surrender.

The situation of the 12th Army was different from that of the Suibei battlefield. This army had an officer who dared to commit suicide, so most of the people chose to die in a more samurai way at the last moment.

Xiao Jiang's reconnaissance battalion was the fastest among all the troops. They were the first to arrive at the command post of the 12th Army.

The corpses on the ground did not let Xiao Jiang stop for a second. He led a few people and ran directly into the command post of Tuqiao No. 1!

"You damn thing, you didn't even give me a chance to capture him alive. What the hell does this smell like? It really stinks!"

Xiao Jiang covered his nose and cursed, and then his attention was quickly attracted to the two corpses in the middle.

He kicked the corpse over with two feet and moved forward to identify the military rank on the corpse's uniform.

"Hey, a lieutenant general, a major general!" His tone suddenly became cheerful.

Enduring the unpleasant stench and rumbling intestines, Xiao Jiang used both hands to pull out the lieutenant general's and major general's swords.

The soldiers on the side were also doing the same action. The sabers, pistols, etc. in the command post were all their trophies.

Dohashi Ichi and Hongo Yoshio are the top commanders of the 12th Army. After he got the two sabers, he was satisfied, walked out of the command post, and came to look at the flares carefully.

The saber has a chrysanthemum pattern and the words "The Emperor's Imperial Gift" on it.

"Hehe... I can give this knife to the old man, it will be enough for him to show off for a while!" He whispered to himself.

Soon, Zhang Shengqing, Wang Laohu, Cao Bin and others all came to the battlefield. Looking at the corpses on the ground, Cao Bin sighed leisurely:

"The 12th Army is finished, we have won."
Chapter completed!