Taiyuan First Army Headquarters

"General, general, general, general, no good."

Moriyama Otani hurried to report to Yoshio Shinozuka with the newly arrived telegram.

"Baga, what happened again!" Yoshio Shinozuka looked at Moriyama Otani who was going to dispatch troops and rushed over, and his heart immediately skipped a beat.

Moriyama Oguchi went to transfer the troops from Taiyuan City Defense, but logically he had no time to come to report the situation.

But he came over, probably...

"I have drawn a corps force from the city defense. I have just finished it and am going to go to the intelligence department to see if they are looking for the team from the 18th Group Army. As a result..." Moriyama Otani explained, while handing the newly arrived telegram to Yoshio Shinozuka. "The commander of the Hirono Kitani Division sent an emergency call. Most of the materials dropped by the airdrop of the Gangcun commander sent an airplane to them were destroyed by the artillery fire of the Jinsui Army. They only received a small part of the materials. The commander of the Hirono Kitani Division requested to airdrop again."

"Baga!" When Yoshio Shinozuka heard this, he grabbed the telegram and saw that he almost fainted again.

Yoshio Shinozuka could have predicted that the number of planes in Kangmeng Cining was not enough, and most of them were asking for support from the Kanto Army.

Most of the supplies were actually destroyed by artillery fire from the Jinsui Army. Isn’t this going to ask the commander of Gangcun to negotiate with the Kwantung Army again!

Even if there is support for negotiations again, it will be... It will take time for the Kwantung Army to load supplies into the plane urgently.

It's daytime now, and the supplies are loaded during the day, and it's dark, and the plane cannot take off forcibly in the dark.

This means that even if the commander of Gang Village can get supplies from the Kwantung Army again, he can only airdrop it to Guangye Bei Village tomorrow.

The soldiers of the Guangye Beimura Division and the other two divisions would have to freeze for one or one night in the snow, and the number of frostbitten people would inevitably increase significantly.

Once there is a large-scale frostbite incident in the three divisions, the Jinsui Army will take the opportunity to attack fiercely, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"General, our mechanized troops are too busy to save them. Besides, we don't have so many transport vehicles," Moriyama Otani said. "At present, we can only continue to contact the commander of the Komura village."

"Haga, damn it, damn it." Yoshio Shinozuka jumped violently and vented hard.

The cruel reality still has to be faced. Even if you can provide support to Hirokikimura and others tomorrow, it is better than having no hope.

Yoshio Shinozuka gritted his teeth and contacted Kamura Shinin again.

When Gangmeng Jining knew about it, he was also furious: "Baga, Xiaozuka, are you a pig? The airdropped materials can also destroy the artillery fire of the Jinsui Army, you..."

After Kazumura Shinin's words were not finished, Yoshio Shinozuka defended: "Commander, I am not on the battlefield, most of the supplies were destroyed by artillery fire from the Jinsui Army. I think this should be the responsibility of the pilot or the three divisions. Either the pilot cast the wrong place, or the three divisions themselves did not protect the supplies."

"Baga, Shinozuka, you idiot, you're so embarrassed to defend yourself!" Kamura Jining cursed, "If you idiot hadn't supported Yamamoto Ichiki's special operations, would the scene become like this now!"

Yoshio Shinozuka stopped talking.

Yamamoto Ichiki didn't respond now, he was definitely finished.

Supporting Yamamoto Ichiki to engage in special operations has now become the last thing that Yoshio Shinozuka regrets.

The Imperial officers below were right, and the balance of war is now tilting towards the Emperor's army.

The balance is not balanced, so why do we have special operations?

I also hope that Yamamoto's special operations can be as proud as the world's number one machine gun, but as a result... Yoshio Shinozuka was full of anger and had nowhere to vent.

"You can pull your mechanized troops over to reinforce immediately, don't lay eggs." Kamura Shineng scolded Yoshio Shinozuka again, then left his words, hung up the phone angrily, and immediately seized the time to contact the Kantong Army again.

Yoshio Shinozuka was hung up by Kazumura Shinini, and he said to Moriyama Otani: "You go and send my orders and send mechanized troops out to reinforce Hirono Kitamura and the others."

"General, the mechanized troops cannot be driven over at once, I'm afraid..." Moriyama Otani did not finish his words.

Yoshio Shinozuka interrupted with a loud shout: "Go quickly!"

"Hayi." Moriyama Otani hurried away.

"Call back to Hirookikimura and tell him that I have contacted the commander of Gangmura again. New supplies are already in preparation and are expected to be delivered to him tomorrow, so that he must hold on." Yoshio Shinozuka called someone again and said, "Also, I have sent mechanized troops to reinforce them!"

"Hayi." The person who came hurriedly sent a telegram to convey Yoshio Shinozuka's orders.

"Come on." Yoshio Shinozuka called someone again.

"General, what are your instructions?"

"Erashes all traces of Yamamoto's agent team's existence, including their training grounds, equipment, documents, etc." Yoshio Shinozuka roared.

Supporting a special operation has resulted in three divisions, which is too expensive.

Yoshio Shinozuka no longer wants to see anything related to special operations.

"Hayi!"

...

"Teacher Commander, your legs are already frostbite, so please change your pants and shoes quickly." The adjutant checked Hirookikimura's legs. The pants and shoes were frozen, and frostbite had appeared on his legs.

"Baga!" Guangye Kitamura kicked the adjutant away and cursed: "The soldiers were trembling in the cold. As the commander, I am ashamed of them!"

"Teacher Commander, you are the commander. You can't fall down, you have to..." The adjutant got up from the ground and still had to exchange his clean pants and shoes for Hirookimura.

"Baga, I won't fall!" Guangye Kitamura kicked the adjutant away.

But this time, due to frostbite in his legs, he did not stand firm and fell to the ground.

"Hurry, hurry up, change the division commander's pants and shoes immediately." Seeing that Guangye Kitami fell down, the adjutant didn't care about so much, so he quickly called out a few other Japanese and forced Guangye Kitami to change his shoes and trousers.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Baga, let go of me, I won't change, I won't change..." Hirooki Kitamura was still struggling desperately.

"The division commander, the First Army Command sent a call back and forth." At this time, a staff officer handed it to Hirookikimura with a newly arrived telegram.

Hironokikimura's struggle stopped for a moment. He took the telegram and then slapped the telegram to the ground: "Baga, there will be airdrops to support you tomorrow. My soldiers will still be frozen in the snow for a day and a night. What kind of bullshit support is this!"

The adjutant picked up the telegram and read it, saying, "Teacher Commander, the materials are transferred from the warehouse to transport to the airport, and then loaded onto the plane. It takes time..."

Before the adjutant finished speaking, Hiroye Kitamura interrupted: "Send the order and send all the soldiers who can fight, suppress the attack of the Jinsui Army, and increase the distance to exceed their artillery range. Then make the fire as much as possible to keep warm, cook some food and boil some hot water, and be sure to hold on until tomorrow's airdrop."

"Hayi!" The Japanese staff responded and sent an order.

All the Japanese soldiers of the three divisions were mobilized to fight. They formed a huge encirclement on the periphery, protecting all the soldiers who were frostbite and injured and unable to fight in the middle.

They built more than ten kilometers in depth, so that the artillery of the Jinsui Army could not be fired into the middle of the encirclement and could not affect the fire of the Japanese soldiers.

"Commander Bo, the Japanese have changed their tactics, and they are obviously sticking to the rescue." The staff came to report to Bo Zuoyihui, "Their external defense line is very strong and the troops cannot attack."

"The vision is good during the day, and the Japanese soldiers have strong combat effectiveness. It is normal for them to not attack." Bo Zuoyi was very calm. "Since he cannot attack during the day, then he will withdraw the troops and rest. It is dark, so we will attack again. At that time, neither side could see it, so they compete for the density of firepower. I don't believe it, and I can't break the line of their encirclement."

"Commander Bo, if this happens, won't the Japanese soldiers in the middle successfully make a fire?" The staff officer was suspicious, "They have successfully made a fire to keep warm, and they can dry their pants and shoes, and cook rice and water. Can they..."

"Things are not as easy as the Japanese thought." Bo Zuoyi was very calm, "Just do it."

"yes."

In this way, the Jinsui Army temporarily stopped its fierce attack and chose to rest urgently.

Hirono Kitamura's strategy is good, but there are still big problems.

That is, Wu Ze’s strategic plan has arranged a link in advance, and now, this link has taken effect.

"Chief of the division, the Jinsui Army cannot attack, so it will not attack again." A Japanese officer came to report to Guangye Beimura.

"Snap time to make a fire, let the soldiers dry their pants and shoes, hurry to keep warm, and don't let the frostbite worsen." Hirono Kitamura Road.

"Teacher Commander, we don't have enough fuel for firewood." The Japanese officer replied, "The firewood we occupied could not be found in the place we occupied, and it seemed that someone had cut it away in advance."

"Where is our baggage? Isn't there any fuel and firewood in the baggage?" Guangye Kita Village paused. Without firewood, it was impossible to make a fire. The soldiers could not dry their shoes, pants and keep warm. This was not good.

"When the battle started, the Jinsui Army had troops around the side of the baggage that was left behind behind us. The Jinsui Army attacked the baggage, and the fuel and firewood were basically gone." The Japanese officer replied.

"Baga!" When Guangye Kitamura heard this, she was so angry that she wanted to stomp her feet hard, but found that her legs were numb and she couldn't stomp them at all.

He was now feeling a big net that was covering him with water.

First, the flood soaked the army's shoes and pants, and then the Jinsui army seized the time to attack, not giving the Emperor soldiers the chance to set fire and dry their shoes and pants.

Then the roundabout artillery killed the materials dropped by the plane. Now the large army has finally surrounded the circle and deployed defense, but there is no fuel and firewood.

This ring is clasped with one ring, like a rope around the neck, tighter and tighter.

The more you struggle, the closer you will die.

Hirono Kitamura is now increasingly feeling the terrifying nature of the strategic master of the 18th Army.

"Second Commander, what should we do now?" The Japanese officer also looked extremely bad. The new airdrop will come back tomorrow, but the army now feels like it is at the end of its reach.

"Take off the clothes of the dead and let the fuel, take off the damaged rifle and wooden butt stock as firewood, and try to find a way to collect the fuel as much as possible." Hirono Kitamura said in some pain.

A damaged rifle, taking the stock as firewood is acceptable.

But if he removes the clothes of the dead as fuel, he will... As the commander, he is already sorry for the soldiers' lives.

The soldiers were killed in battle, but they still had to be covered in clothes. When the alive soldiers saw it, their morale would be severely damaged.

They would also wonder if they would be stripped of their clothes if they died, and then be discarded in the snow with naked body.

"Teacher, there are not many." The Japanese officer frowned. Now the troops are mostly injured, and there are not many people who died in battle, only more than one thousand people. The number of damaged rifles is not large, only more than one hundred.

These fuels are a drop in the bucket for the huge number of wounded soldiers.

"Do you have any ideas?" Hirookikimamura looked at the Japanese officer.

"The new airdrop support will come tomorrow, but we still have a cold night to pass. If we can't keep warm, more people will definitely fall down." The Japanese officer said, "Instead of guarding here and watching the non-combat reduction become more and more serious, it is better to push the troops up and attack the Jinsui Army to see if we can obtain supplies from the Jinsui Army."

"The Jinsui Army is not stupid. As soon as we attack, they retreated. How can we do this?" Guangye Kitamura had long thought about this question.

What's more, the strategic master of the 18th Army has made every plan, and he dares to guarantee it.
To be continued...