Tu Jingguo finally had no business in the world of transferring businesses and robbing money and setting fires for many years, and it was a little far apart. When he arrived, he still said that the fire was small by Mo Rong and others using the gasoline stored in the Japanese army.

As for the matter, it was burning more than just a few high-rise buildings, and half of the village was built in!

Unfortunately, the main building of the manor, the core of the Second Division headquarters, was safe and sound because of the desperate guards.

"Your Excellency, all the departments have called to inquire about the information of the division and regiment headquarters. Several nearby troops have arrived here. Look?" Colonel Iwaizumi, who came over from the radio station, came to Maruyama, who was so angry that he was as angry as a jar, and reported carefully.

"Immediately call back and tell each unit that the division headquarters was attacked by the enemy, but the situation was still within controllable range, so that they were not upset and could not be distracted. As for what had been dispatched..." Maruyama's hesitation showed that the division commander assigned the main force of the guard brigade to the Fourth Brigade the day before yesterday. Iwaizumi, who was quite dissatisfied with it, saw the opportunity: "Your Excellency, this matter seems to be dealing with, but next time? I always think that the protection of the division headquarters is very important! Please order the guards to be transferred back!"

After pondering slightly, Maruyama, who was still in fear, took a compromise approach: "The situation of the war is so tense, the guards cannot be transferred back, but the safety factor of the division headquarters really needs to be strengthened. In this way, leave a brigade force among the troops coming to cover the division headquarters to move to the brigade commander of the 4th Brigade later, and the other troops asked him to return to the original defense." As for the division commander's arrangement of the best of both worlds, Iwazumi only wanted to be fine if he had nothing to do.

Just as Iwazumi, who was in a jealous heart, wanted to flatter Lieutenant General Maruyama, a Japanese lieutenant with dusty face walked in from outside: "Grand Commander, Master Horio has forced the remaining enemies into the southeast corner of the ground. The master said that as long as he gave him another ten minutes, the battle would be over."

"Check out whether the number of Chinese troops is there?" Yanquan, the guard workplace of the division headquarters, asked anxiously..www.piaotian.com. From Yanquan's perspective, he naturally hopes that two companies could pop out from the lieutenant's mouth, or even more. After all, the stronger the enemy's troops this time, the more slackened the alert he had to bear, the less responsibility he had to neglect his duties. It may even be transformed into a merit of defeating the enemy to the victory.

"Report to Colonel Ionii, so far, we have only found more than 30 Chinese corpses. The specific number remains to be further determined." The lieutenant answered in a circumcision, which made Yanquan feel like he fell into an ice cellar. Although he rarely worry about the safety of the division and the regiment headquarters, he still knows how many people can be accommodated in the small mail tower built by the Japanese army in the southeast corner. If the lieutenant is not worth it, even if those corpses are added, the intrusion will be almost more than fifty people.

.Isn't this meant that the Chinese who beat the scattered second division headquarters to the point of being in a row? "Impossible? How is this possible? You must have counted wrongly! Go! Go and count me from beginning to end again! By the way! There must be many Chinese corpses in the fire scene..." The heavy blow made it realize that he would not only be punished by military discipline, but also very likely to be sent to the military court Colonel Iwazumi's rationality was on the verge of collapse.

Although he was also shocked, Lieutenant General Maruyama, who could still maintain a calm mask, dug Iwaizumi with disgust and contemptuous eyes. He walked towards the southeast corner of the manor surrounded by a group of staff and guards. A kind of curiosity that was extremely intense drove Maruyama Masayoshi to see with his own eyes the Chinese soldiers who dared to attack his division headquarters with a weak force.

Major Horio did not report military information, and the battle was indeed over. Even the only Chinese soldiers in the mail tower were as clear as a mirror, so they thought they were close to the glorious moment and sang the war song "March of the Volunteers" of the 200th Division.

"...We are united and advance with the enemy's artillery fire! Advance, advance with the enemy's artillery fire!" The indomitable and strong culminated in this passionate song and the majestic melody are so inspiring and encouraging fighting spirit, which in turn is enough to make the most brutal enemy of the Chinese nation frightened... At least, although Horio and his subordinates did not know the meaning of the lyrics, they could also hear their hands and feet were weak and their heads and faces were sweating!

Masayoshi Maruyama, who was furious and timid by his subordinates, ordered at the top of his voice: "Set the fire! Set the fire for me and burn them out!"

The division commander's order was quickly implemented. More than a dozen Japanese soldiers carried gasoline and rushed towards the wardrobe under the cover of light and heavy machine guns and mortars behind them.

Although bullets were shot out from the wardrobe and knocked down many Japanese soldiers who were automatically delivered to the door, the Japanese poured gasoline at the foot of the wardrobe.

The blazing fire took advantage of the wind and quickly enveloped the small whistle tower in the rolling smoke, and the singing in the whistle tower gradually disappeared with the thick smoke.

The net was set up outside the sentry tower, waiting to catch a few Japanese soldiers who had been to the division commander for a long time, but they did not wait for a single prey.

"Hiroe, I'm going to preside over the transfer of the division and the regiment headquarters soon. You can do it here." At this moment, Naruto Maruyama, who knew that his plan had completely failed, was exhausted both physically and mentally.

As soon as Maruyama Masayoshi turned around, a faint and intermittent but extremely shocking song that sounded again from the whistle tower reached his ears.

"My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast... there are my compatriots and the aging parents. From that tragic time, I left my hometown and abandoned the endless treasure...Daddy, my parents, when can I gather together?!"

Masayoshi Maruyama, who has lived in China for nearly twenty years, can actually speak fluent Chinese. His long-term experience in serving in the Kanto Army allows him to deeply understand the artistic conception of this song "On the Songhua River". The expectation, call and accusation from the depths of a nation, and what he and his troops are now suffering from is the extremely hot flame of revenge transformed into by this emotion that cannot be satisfied!

Will the Japanese archipelago burn this fire? Is it possible for us to win this war? Masayoshi Maruyama, who was staggering towards the main building, asked himself in his heart. Of course, even Maruyama, who was the lieutenant general, would never dare to say such non-national remarks. Otherwise, without the Tokyo Base Camp's order to dismiss his post, those young and strong sects who were quite respectful to Maruyama would be jealous of robbing the merits of the military thieves.

At this time, Japan was already a crazy country that had completely lost its mind!

Japan is crazy, but Cheng Jiaji is not crazy, and the Chinese who have been lying on firewood and tasting gall for so many years are not crazy!

When Mo Rong and his forty-one brothers died heroically, the officers and soldiers of the Cheng Jiaji Institute personally led by one and a half battalions also sneaked to the edge of the blockade set up by the Japanese army at the edge of the city. Cheng Jiaji, who learned to be cruel and cruel in the battlefield with blood and fire, was waiting. He waited for Commander Dai's troops to lead the Japanese troops near the Japanese division headquarters, and then jumped over and punched the Second Division's brain and smashed him.

In order to create this opportunity, the troops that did not follow are launching a full-scale attack on the Japanese army in the city. It can be imagined how tragic and desperate battle it would be for three companies to fight nearly two regiments of the Japanese army!

Time passed by minute by minute, and the Japanese patrols passing by were also passing by Cheng Jiaji and the others again and again. On several occasions, the Japanese could find that the Chinese army, which had been sent with too much hope, could rewritten the end of the Battle of the United Kingdom. Once the target was exposed in advance, Cheng Jiaji had no choice but to launch an attack in advance, and the effect was just a matter of the same.

Afterwards, whenever I recalled the incredible distant spirit at that time, Cheng Jiaji firmly believed that at that moment, there was an invisible force protecting him and his troops. Whether this power came from the 300,000 unjust souls in Nanjing, or the white bones tied with big stones at the bottom of the Songhua River, or the ancestors of the sects with Yanhuang bloodlines, it is unknown. Perhaps they all tried their best in this!

At 8:21 that night, Cheng Jiaji, who was eager to see, finally received a telegram drafted by Dai Binggong: "Haoran, the wolf is coming to me, go and get the wolf's nest!"

Cheng Jiaji, who was in love with him, threw the telegram away, jumped up from the ground, and shouted loudly: "Brothers! A man wants to serve the country with great kindness, but he will die on the battlefield and dies well! Follow me and move forward!"

Cheng Jiaji's desperate bet was successful! Facing the nine hundred heroes who rushed over with the determination to die, the second division unit, which had not had time to make it soft and soft, was caught off guard. The final struggle of the Second Division was so weak and pale. Even the power to block was lacking. Although he started first, his physical strength was not as strong as that of the lower-level officers and soldiers, when Cheng Jiaji, who was in the first place, ran to Maruyama in panting, the lieutenant general commander who held the sabre in his hands after his death, had been sieved by a shuttle machine gun bullet. Ionien, who was the backbone of the empire, was kneeling beside Maruyama's body with his head in his hands. Of course, Colonel Ionien's honesty was based on the existence of two bayonets facing him.

"You tell him that as long as I send me a few telegrams, I will definitely guarantee his life safety." I am full of confidence in whether the collar with fine skin and tender flesh in front of me will cooperate with Cheng Jiaji.

As Yanquan abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, the divisions of the Second Division, which were not yet known to have been destroyed, fell into deeper chaos after receiving contradictory orders.

When they were at a loss, they understood that everything was too late!
Chapter completed!