The spring sunshine shines on the land of North China. Under the warm sunshine, the earth is covered with green clothes, and swallows fly back from the south. The ancient city walls of Peking seem even more majestic and spectacular in the sunshine. From a distance, people can't help but feel awe.

But the ancient city walls seem lonely and lifeless in this sunshine. Apart from the occasional swallows, the rest are cold muzzles. The bustling street markets in the past are now without any trace.

Since meeting Zhuang Jihua, Okamura Yasuji has stopped going to the city wall. He is confident that the Chinese will not attack Peiping, at least not at this stage. Zhuang Jihua will definitely make an appointment with him. But what will he say next time he meets?

He could see that Zhuang Jihua wanted him to surrender very much, and of course he also knew that this hope was more about preserving this ancient city. As for the tens of thousands of Japanese in the city, he didn't care about it at all.

The Forbidden City in spring has also regained its vitality. The red bricks and green tiles are full of spring, and various flowers are blooming one after another. The willow trees on the south coast bloom in green. The thin branches sway gently in the spring breeze, and the lake water gently wrinkles and ripples.

After returning from outside the city, Okamura Yanji sat on the shore in a kimono. After meeting Zhuang Jihua, he no longer wore military uniforms; facing the clear South China Sea, he was playing the guqin leisurely, with only a few guards around, standing quietly on the side without any disturbance. The sound of the piano was crisp, with a hint of ethereal, a hint of trembling, and gurgling, drifting around with the spring breeze.

Okamura focused on plucking the strings, as if immersed in this ancient music. Tokunaga hurried over and shouted a report after arriving, but Okamura seemed to have not heard it, and was still focused on the piano. Tokunaga had to stand there and wait for Okamura's reaction.

After Okamura Yasuji came back, he told him the content of his meeting with Zhuang Jihua, which surprised him very much. In order to prompt them to surrender, the Chinese actually made such a big bet.

De Never knew whether to surrender or continue to resist. The long-term education made him unwilling to put down his weapons, but the despair of reality made him unable to find a way out, and he was left with no help and hopeless to break through. As long as the Chinese were willing, they could trap them for ten years, and then they only needed to come in and pack up their bodies. Of course, hundreds of thousands of Chinese people who had not escaped in the city had to be buried with tens of thousands of imperial troops.

The Chinese General's solution was so moved that he could not only protect the lives of the tens of thousands of Japanese in Peking, but also protect the safety of His Majesty, but how could he say this? Tokuyong didn't know much about the koto, and Okamura's koto was not very clever, but Tokuyong still heard the hesitation and helplessness from the sound of the koto. Tokuyong sighed secretly in his heart. Now all the Japanese generals in the city of Peking are like this. The commander of the 47th Division, Damao Tongzhen, simply proposed that the entire army break through, the entire army break eastward, and fight all the way to Tianjin, meet with Yokoyama Yong, and then the entire army breaks through Tanggu, asking the navy to send a fleet to meet them overseas in Tanggu.

The commander of the 15th Division, Yamauchi, opposed breaking out to Tianjin. Instead, he proposed to concentrate all forces, including Peking and Tianjin, and the two troops breaking out at the same time, breaking out to Hebei East. How much can they rush out? At worst, they will die with the Chinese army.

These two hysterical and desperate gambling schemes just show the situation of the entire army. From generals to ordinary soldiers, they are trapped in a desperate anxiety. This feeling of not seeing any hope and waiting for death is the most terrifying.

"Commander," After hearing this for a while, Toyong had to interrupt Okamura, but Okamura Yanji didn't seem to hear it, and the sound of the piano continued. Toyong had to take out the telegram: "Commander, Commander Yokoyama Yong reported that the Chinese army outside Tianjin was moving frequently, and a new military number appeared in Yixingbu, the other north of the city..."

The sound of Okamura's piano stopped abruptly. He slowly stood up. Tokunaga's voice gradually lowered. Okamura was not wearing military uniform today, but wearing a traditional Japanese kimono, wearing a pair of wooden clogs under his feet. Tokunaga did not read the telegram content again. He was with Okamura Nishi for so long that he knew some hints from the commander.

In fact, from the moment Toyoto received the telegram, he knew that there would be no result. Beiping City was larger than Tianjin, with less than 40,000 troops in full force. Yokoyama Yong commanded nearly 70,000 troops. If he had no choice, Okamura Yan would have no choice.

Okamura Yanji's sleeves were wrapped in his hands and looked at Yingtai among the green trees: "Tokyojun, Emperor Guangxu of China is locked up there."

Tokunaga said softly. Of course he knew about this matter. He quickly used his brain. What does Okamura Nagaki mean? Okamura Nagaki sighed softly: "Ueno's cherry blossoms have faded. Tokunaga, how many years have you not seen Ueno's cherry blossoms?"

Deyong suddenly felt heavy. He felt like he was being stabbed. He hadn't been home for six years. Last year, he received a letter from his wife. His fifteen-year-old son was recruited into the army and sent to the battlefield in Jiangnan. He doesn't know what's going on now. Now he is surrounded in the city of Peiping, who knows how many days he can live?

"I haven't seen it for six years, I really want to see it." Okamura answered without waiting for Tokuyaka's answer. After occupying Nanchang in the previous life, Okamura was transferred back to China for a while, but he did not have this experience in this life. He was directly transferred from the position of commander of the 11th Army to the North China Expeditionary Army as commander.

"Yes." Tokunaga sighed, as if he remembered the cloudy tourists in Ueno Park when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Women were wearing beautiful kimonos and dancing in the sea of ​​flowers. Men sang loudly under the agitation of alcohol. Everything about this beautiful thing was going to go away from them unless...

"I always think about Tokyo these days. Do you know that in Shibuya, Tokyo, there is a small shop, and his noodles are the best food in the world." Okamura seemed to be trapped in memories, and his face always maintained a faint smile.

Tokuyong felt something bad in his heart, and he quickly interrupted Okamura's sacred tour: "Commander, General Yokoyama Yong called, the Chinese army might attack Tianjin, he asked for the strategy."

"Strategy?" Okamura Yasuji shook his head slightly. Yokoyama Yuki was not a fool. The Chinese General must have persuaded him to surrender. For the Chinese General, Tianjin is a city that can be attacked for force, and he has no scruples.

"What strategy is there now? Tell Yokoyama Yong that I will give him all the power and no longer need to report any actions of the Tianjin troops."

Okamura Yasuji seemed very determined, giving Tokunaga the feeling that Okamura Yasuji made a decision without thinking at all. Tokunaga was silent for a while. He wanted to say something, but after thinking for a long time, he felt that Okamura Yasuji's decision was the most appropriate.

No matter what happens in Tianjin, he can do nothing and can only watch the situation change.

Thinking of this, De Yong couldn't help feeling a little sad. Once upon a time, the imperial army was majestic and scattered across the land, but in the past few years, it had reached such a point that it could only sit and wait for death. In Tianjin, the spring light was dispersed by the battle clouds, the earth was broken by crisscrossing trenches, and there were open bunkers everywhere near the city wall. The water in the moat had been placed to the maximum. All houses near the city wall were demolished, and machine guns were everywhere on the city walls. Streets in the city were cut off by sandbags and buses. Firepower points were arranged on both sides of the buildings. The closer they were to the Japanese concession, the more firepower points, all the surrounding buildings were expropriated, all the residents were expelled, all the rooms in the building were opened, and sandbags were piled on the windowsills.

Hengshan Yong did not waste time. He made full use of the time when the Chinese team was waiting for logistics supplies to strengthen fortifications and trained in the village soldiers. More than 30,000 expatriates in Tianjin, regardless of gender, were all incorporated into the army and trained all day long. The **s in Tianjin were also incorporated into the army. Hengshan Yong knew that these **s were not trustworthy, so he broke up these **s and replenished the troops in the form of replenishing troops. He was forced to fix them on a fixed firepower point. Once the battle started, they would either die in battle or be killed by the soldiers behind.

But even so, Hengshan Yong still felt that his troops were insufficient. A city like Tianjin needed at least 100,000 troops. He has collected more than 60,000 people now, which is not enough.

Yokoyama Yuki stood on the roof of the Yamato Guild Hall, where you could see the whole park clearly. Yokoyama Yuki held the telegram from Okamura that he had just received, and his face was sensational. Two Chinese fighter planes were hovering in the sky. The plane did not drop bombs, but dropped a pile of paper, and the paper was flying in the air, blowing the wind all over the city.

Yong Hengshan knew the contents on the paper. The Chinese outside the city shouted to the city with tweeters every day to inform them of the progress of the current battle situation. The three troops on the riverside were completely destroyed. The Chinese team recovered Rehe, and hundreds of thousands of troops headed straight to Shanhaiguan. The Chinese team went out of the frontier and launched an attack on Ménggu. The Chinese Air Force bombed Jinzhou, the Chinese Air Force bombed Shenyang, the Chinese team launched an attack in northern Jiangsu, etc.

These shouts and leaflets severely hit the morale of the soldiers in the city. Almost all soldiers knew that they had no hope of breaking through, they were powerless to stick to, and they were completely in desperate situations.

Before the war, a large number of Tianjin residents fled, but hundreds of thousands remained in the city. Most of these residents were poor. Hengshan Yong requisitioned more than 100,000 residents and ordered them to build fortifications. After nearly a month of busy work, they were allowed to go home. As soon as the residents returned home, they closed their doors and rarely went out. The whole city was as quiet as death.

Yokoyama felt that the attack of the Chinese team was imminent. The Chinese team outside the city was mobilized frequently yesterday. A new Chinese team appeared in the north of the city. The front line also reported that there was a sound of tank engines opposite the position. The Chinese team was transferring the tank troops.

Everything proves that his judgment on the main attack direction of the Zhong** team was correct. He placed the 9th Division and the 110th Division, which had the strongest combat effectiveness, in this direction. These two divisions suffered huge losses in the early battles, and each division had less than half of its troops left, but even so, their combat effectiveness was the strongest among the troops in the city.

There are four divisions and two ** mixed brigade numbers in Tianjin. In addition to the 9th Division and the 110th Division, there are also the 69th Division's 132nd Division's 8th Mixed Brigade and the ** 16th Mixed Brigade. Except for the 16th Mixed Brigade, other troops suffered heavy losses, and most of them were lost.

Although 30,000 soldiers in the village were formed, Hengshan Yong dared not place his hopes on them. After a long-term training, brave and good at fighting professional soldiers could not stop the attack of the Zhongzhang team. How effective can these soldiers in the village play? At most, they would add some trouble to them.

A flyer floated to him swayingly, and he reached out to catch it. The flyer wrote the list of prisoners of war that the Chinese team has captured by the Chinese and Japanese team, and there are photos of Masamu and Tani Shouo on it.

Although the photo was a bit blurry, Yokoyama still recognized them, and both of them were injured. Tanisuo was wrapped in bandages on his head and was hanging on his three arms by the river. The second photo was a huge prisoner of war camp, full of captured Japanese soldiers.@.
Chapter completed!