At this time, the brigade commander had already moved his brigade headquarters to the Drum Tower.

With such a big movement in the inner city, it is impossible not to alarm the brigade commander of the Drum Tower.

The brigade commander rushed out of the drum tower as soon as he raised his eyes, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the mushroom cloud soaring in the inner city.

"What's the situation?" The brigade commander said, "Such a big mushroom cloud, did the devil bomber throw bombs?" ”

"I didn't hear the roar of an airplane engine just now." A staff officer at the brigade headquarters shook his head and said, "Don't the arsenal in the inner city be blown up by devils, right?" ”

"No, what are the devils doing blowing up their arsenals?"

"That's hard to say, the city can't be defended, why do you still have an arsenal?"

"That's right, if you really can't defend the city, I'll blow up the arsenal if I change it."

While he was talking, a signal soldier of the new regiment hurriedly ran over: "Brigade commander, the arsenal inside the Donghua Gate has exploded!" It was the little devil who blew it up by himself! ”

"What an arsenal!" The brigade commander's face changed slightly.

Then he asked, "Is the loss of your new regiment great?" ”

The signal corpsman replied: "Fortunately, due to the timely retreat, there were not many casualties. ”

"It's good that there's no big problem." The brigade commander breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and continued, "The devils have been forced to take the initiative to detonate the arsenal, and it seems that they are at the end of their rope, and they are about to be unable to hold on!" ”

As he spoke, the brigade commander raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

I saw that the hour hand could point to two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still at least 5 hours before evening!

At that moment, the brigade commander said loudly: "Send a messenger to inform the Independent Regiment, the New First Regiment, the New Second Regiment, and the 358th Regiment, and let them work harder to take the Japanese headquarters before half past two in the afternoon and clear the remnants of the enemy in the city!" ”

Brother troops in various base areas are blocking and preventing devil reinforcements on multiple battlefields.

The sooner they settle the battle, the sooner they withdraw, the smaller the losses of the fraternal troops.

……

Xihua Gate, the ruins of the city tower.

Li Yunlong has moved his regimental headquarters here.

At this moment, Li Yunlong was scolding his mother at the mushroom cloud rising in the direction of Donghua Gate.

"Damn, such a big explosion, most of it was the arsenal that blew up, and this time it's a big loss."

"Yoshio Shinozuka, this old devil is hateful enough! Lao Ding will probably suffer a big loss this time! ”

"yes." Zhao Gang said thoughtfully, "Yoshio Shinozuka, this old devil is really difficult to deal with!" This is a desperate way to play together! ”

As he spoke, the brigade communications officer ran over.

"Captain Li!" The communicator said loudly, "The brigade commander orders your independent regiment to step up the attack, strive to take the Japanese headquarters within half an hour, and wipe out the remnants of the enemy in the city!" ”

"Got it!" Li Yunlong responded.

Then he picked up the ghost head knife and walked out the door.

"Lao Li, where are you going?" Zhao Gang suddenly became anxious when he saw it.

"Lao Zhao, don't stop me." Li Yunlong said, "You also heard the brigade commander's order just now!" ”

After a pause, Li Yunlong was fierce again, and said: "This time, Lao Tzu has to split Shinozuka Yoshio alive!" ”

"No way!" Zhao Gang hurriedly said, "You are the regiment commander, not the commando leader, you have to stay in the command position!" Isn't there a Counselor Wang in front, aren't you still at ease with Counselor Wang? ”

But Zhao Gang failed to stop Li Yunlong after all.

……

Japanese Army Headquarters, War Room on the second floor.

Yoshio Shinozuka sat on his chair with a lonely face with a saber in both hands, not knowing what he was thinking.

Nozawa was hiding behind the window, and looking down through the broken window, he could clearly see that the Eighth Route Army was advancing through the ruins and alleys.

These Eighth Route Army are obviously veterans.

They are taking care to protect themselves while making a quick leap forward.

The use of ruins, ruins, and discarded furniture on the streets has been used to the extreme, and in short, there is rarely a time when you are completely exposed to Japanese guns.

So, despite the heavy fire of the guards of the command, there were few successes.

On the contrary, the covering firepower of the Eighth Route Army was very powerful, especially the two snipers of the Eighth Route Army hiding on the roof of the Industrial Bank in the west, who would shoot an imperial soldier almost every time they fired.

Half of the guards of the command died at the guns of these two snipers.

In the blink of an eye, the Eighth Route Army was already approaching the headquarters, and Nozawa Kio couldn't hold back any longer, even if he raised his pistol, pulled the bolt and fired continuously.

The accuracy of the Southern Type 14 pistol is actually okay.

Nozawa's marksmanship is also good, and as soon as a gunshot rang out, an Eighth Route Army member fell to the ground.

However, when Nozawa Norio fired a second shot, another Eighth Route Army soldier next to him made a timely evasion, and he ducked behind a pile of ruins with a forward pounce.

In the next moment, the retaliatory firepower of the Eighth Route Army poured out.

Two heavy machine guns on the roof of the house in front of them opened fire at the same time, and the dense bullets poured in through the windows in an instant.

The Type 92 heavy machine gun was extremely penetrating, and in the blink of an eye, the bullet had already pierced through the concrete wall, and Nozawa, who was hiding by the window, was beaten into a sieve before he could let out a scream.

Nozawa fell straight back.

After falling to the ground, a face is right in front of Yoshio Shinozuka.

When Yoshio Shinozuka looked down, he saw that Nozawa Noruo's face had lost a trace of life, and his eyes had become hollow.

With a light sigh, Yoshio Shinozuka squatted down, his white-gloved hand gently caressing Nozawa's face, and Nozawa's empty eyes finally closed.

Yoshio Shinozuka got up again and walked into the telecommunications class.

The telegraph operators of the Telecommunications Division are still holding on to their posts.

Seeing Yoshio Shinozuka coming in, several newspaper operators got up and saluted.

Yoshio Shinozuka waved them to take their seats, and then said to one of the operators, "Kitajima-kun, please record the final farewell message to the North China Front Headquarters." ”

"Hello!" The telegraph operator named Kitajima looked miserable and took out the telegraph.

At this time, gunshots had already sounded on the first floor of the headquarters, accompanied by screams.

It is clear that the Eighth Route Army has broken through to the ground floor of the headquarters building of the First Army.

Several newspaper operators panicked for a moment, but Yoshio Shinozuka was as calm as ever.

After pacing a few steps with his hands behind his back, Yoshio Shinozuka said in a deep voice: "Front Army Headquarters: After a day and night of fierce fighting, the outer city and inner city of Taiyuan have been broken one after another. ”

"Today, the Eighth Route Army has broken through to our headquarters."

"Headquarters' guards, staff officers, and miscellaneous personnel are putting up the last resistance."

Kitajima recorded the messages while turning his head from time to time to look at the war room outside.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the war room.

Dense gunfire followed, accompanied by the screams of the staff officers and the roars of the Chinese.

Kitajima couldn't understand Chinese, but he could still guess the general meaning, and he probably asked them to lay down their arms.

It is impossible to lay down your arms, there are only imperial soldiers who died in battle, and there are no samurai who surrender! Kitajima recorded the message as he took out the Southern Type 14 pistol from a drawer.