Outside the violently shaking window, the light from the explosion of fireballs shone on the face of the Japanese lieutenant general with a pale face, looking desperate and hideous.

His face gradually returned to calm, and when the Chinese's shouts of killing were clearly discernible, the Japanese lieutenant general dictated to his chief of staff his farewell message to the headquarters of the army in North China.

"Your Excellency General Terauchi Shouichi of the Northern China Army, Lieutenant General of the Imperial Army, Captain Kawagishi Fumizaburo of the 20th Division, greets Your Excellency, the 20th Division is located in the Shimen Division Headquarters and is besieged by the heavy troops of the Shina people, and I am afraid that it will not be able to support until the reinforcements arrive, more than 500 imperial officers and soldiers of our division and regimental headquarters are determined to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, and the front line Jingcheng County has fallen, and the two infantry brigades of our 20th Division and the 26th Artillery Wing and the 20th Baggage Wing with a total of more than 17,000 officers and soldiers are still fighting fiercely with the main force of the Chinese people, please give tactical guidance, burying all the resistance of the people of China into the grave. Wish, Empire, Prosperity and Prosperity. ”

Obviously, even if the lieutenant general has made preparations for death, he is still dreaming of defeating the defenders of the Chinese Niangzi Pass front. Only in this way can we wash away the shame of the 20th Division's division headquarters being wiped out, and that is also the only chance for the 20th Division.

I don't know how wonderful the expression on this face would be if one of his elite infantry brigades had been wiped out, and the so-called 17,000 imperial officers and soldiers were probably less than one-third now, and the remaining two-thirds had already accompanied their Amaterasu to play cards and drink tea.

Obviously, he didn't have that opportunity anymore.

Seeing Kimura Kuzo staggering away with a pale face with the contents of the telegram he sent to the North China Dispatch Army Headquarters, Kawagishi Bunzaburo sat down in a gloomy manner.

Although he was ready, he was still a little hesitant in the heart of the Japanese lieutenant general.

Looking out the window again, the Chinese's artillery fire had weakened a lot, and the gunfire became fierce.

Kawagishi Bunzaburo knew that it was not because the Chinese did not have enough shells, but because it was no longer necessary. After nearly 20 minutes of shelling, the fortifications mainly made of sandbags arranged by the garrison squadron should have been completely destroyed!

He did not hear the characteristic roar of the Type 92 heavy machine gun, nor did he hear the crisp sound of the Taisho 11 young machine gun, and the guns of the few Type 38 rifles looked so weak in the sound of the Chinese.

That's probably because all the heavy fire points have been destroyed! A hint of sadness flashed in the eyes of the Japanese lieutenant general.

He was curious to know who his opponent was. How did he arrange all this, step by step to transfer out the elite troops of the imperial division that he had the advantage in, and finally led to the emptiness of Jingcheng County, and the emptiness of Shimen was deeply penetrated by his lone army but made a contribution in one fell swoop.

At this moment, although Kawagishi Bunzaburo was very painful, he was extremely admired in his heart for this enemy he had never met, and when he thought about it, this plan was really bold. If he can't attack the defense of Shimen City, what awaits him is definitely the end of the total annihilation.

But he just captured it, and the time was so short that the short Kawagishi Bunzaburo was completely caught off guard.

What kind of army is that? The fighting power will be so strong.

Thinking of this, the Japanese lieutenant general seemed to grasp a point in his mind, and it seemed that as long as he thought about it, all his doubts could be easily solved.

It's just that he doesn't have that much time left. The cheers of the Chinese sounded not far away.

A hint of determination flashed on the face of the Japanese lieutenant general, he could not become the first lieutenant general of the empire to be captured by the Chinese, which would make the 20th Division an even more humiliating existence than the 8th Division.

Sitting cross-legged on the chair, facing east, unbuttoning the white shirt, revealing the abdomen that had been loosely fleshed, pulled out the snowy lieutenant general's command knife, wrapped the blade in a white cloth, clenched his hands, and stabbed it suddenly.

In order not to be captured, this man has obviously made a lot of determination, and he has used a lot of force, and the lieutenant general's command knife is also sharp enough, and the twenty-centimeter blade is not entered.

Blood, along the blade, flowed out, wetting the Japanese lieutenant general's military pants, and from a distance, it looked like he had peed his pants.

Don't think that's a burp.

The vitality of human beings is more tenacious than most people think. On the battlefield, there were really not one or two people who were stabbed in the abdomen by a bayonet of more than 20 centimeters, and even their intestines fell out, and they could still continue to fight with a cloth pocket. I don't know if I can survive the bacterial infection in the end, but it's not easy to die just by poking a knife in the little belly.

The Japanese who invented the suicide by breaking the abdomen obviously have experience in this area, and if they can't poke it vertically, then they will cut it horizontally, and cut the belly like a caesarean section, and it will be difficult to bleed a little more, and it will be difficult not to die.

It's just a little painful, the kind that hurts when I think about it.

Anyway, it's already the first year of junior high school, and the Japanese lieutenant general resolutely pulled hard, and another knife came horizontally, good guy, this time it's powerful, and even the bloody-white small intestine is bald.

But it hurts! The Japanese lieutenant general could no longer sit cross-legged on the chair and knocked his head off the chair and choked on his head.

Now, it is estimated that I don't feel dizzy, and I am also stunned. Anyway, I have begun to roll my eyes, and my mouth is foaming with blood, and it is estimated that it is not far from being out of breath, even if I rescue it in time, I can't save it.

In terms of seeking death, the Japanese are not comparable to the Chinese ancestors. In the past, when Chinese wanted to commit suicide, they wiped their necks, cut the major arteries with a knife, and drained most of the blood in their bodies within a few minutes, which was not so painful, and they could quickly die, which was much more scientific than the Japanese.

Of course, there is no shortage of Japanese practices: Look at my brother, how resolute is his devotion to His Majesty the Emperor? However, you see that my brother hurts so much, I can't bear it, right? Or, salvage?

Anyway, when all the remnants of the periphery were cleared out ten minutes later, and the final liquidation was still being carried out inside the Japanese division headquarters, Liu Lang strode into Kawagishi Bunzaburo's office, and the commander of the Japanese lieutenant general division had not completely breathed, and was still struggling on the ground for his life.

Blood, all over the place, blood hula. A thick bloody breath came to the nostrils, much stronger than on the battlefield where more than 200 Japanese soldiers had died outside. After all, it smells of gunsmoke.

"Fuck, the dog is ruthless enough, it's really a belly break! Tsk, if you don't want to live, rush out and get a shot, why bother making such a bloody hula. Liu Lang looked at the Japanese lieutenant general's uniform hanging on the wall, and then at the old devil wearing a white shirt on the ground, with an old face almost twisted and lying in a pool of blood, and couldn't help pouting.

Also, the Japanese language is very pure.

It doesn't matter if the Japanese lieutenant general lying on the ground can still hear it.

Anyway, Liu Tuanzuo was very unhappy at the moment. Originally, I wanted to capture a lieutenant general alive and go back, wear a high hat of "Japanese invaders" and go to the streets, and hang a small wooden sign that reads "I confess my guilt and I should" to show the public. Now, Dute is gone.

And taking a corpse to do this means nothing other than to show brutality and powerlessness.

Lieutenant General of the Japanese Army。。。。。。 The whites of his eyes turned up even more.

The last trace of residual thinking was enough for him to hear Liu Lang's words clearly, and it was estimated that his death process was advanced by at least five minutes, and it was also the last five minutes.

"Hey! It's still a few minutes late! Otherwise, I, Liu Lang, may be able to use you to change to a major general in the army! Liu Lang glanced regretfully at the Japanese lieutenant general who had only been out of breath and had no air intake, and stretched out his hand to pull out the command knife that Kawagishi Bunzaburo was holding tightly in his hand, glanced at it, and threw it to Mi Lao Wu who was standing guard at the door, "This knife is my wedding gift to the bastard and Mi Xiaohua in your class, tell him that he is worthy of merit in this battle, and his military rank is still lower than Mi Xiaohua, if he dares not to listen to his wife in the future, I am afraid he will be unlucky, let him think about it." ”

"How can it? No matter how high or low the military rank is, you have to listen to your wife, anyway, Sichuan people are raking their ears. Michael grinned and carefully put away the lieutenant general's command knife.

This wedding gift can be regarded as the only one in the entire independent group, and their class is honored.

"Your mother's 。。。。。。" Liu Tuanzuo's face suddenly darkened.

MMB, this may be the legendary lying gun!

Mi Lao Wu then remembered that Liu Tuanzuo, it seems, is also from Sichuan.

Hurriedly opened his mouth to remedy, "Tuanza, Tuanza, you must not be, otherwise what is the matter with Reporter Liu and Miss Laura?" ”

"Get out, get out of the way." The wave almost vomited blood.

MLGB, you all think Lao Tzu has been in a good mood lately, right?

Liu Lang。。。。。。 Is he Liu Lang?

The only person who wants to vomit blood more than Liu Tuanzuo is a lieutenant general of the Imperial Japanese Army who vomits blood bubbles.

Before he exhaled his last breath, he finally knew who his opponent was. The point that lingered in his mind was finally grasped by him. However, instead of getting the happiness you wanted, there was more fear.

Only an independent regiment has such combat power.

However, weren't they confronting the 77th Wing on the Jiuguan front? How did you get here?

Unless, the old Guan front, is not an independent regiment.

Between the lightning and flint, the last remaining trace of the Japanese Army's lieutenant general struggled to think about it, from the destruction of the cavalry wing before the start of the war to the fall of Jingcheng to the destruction of Shimen City, all of which were connected, and he finally broke down.

From the beginning, it was a conspiracy. Liu Lang used the heads of all the people in the cavalry wing to show that the carriage and horses were to tell the entire 20th Division that he was on the front line of Jiuguan.

In fact, he was not there, he and his independent regiment hid behind from the beginning, until yesterday, waiting for the 40th Infantry Brigade to enter the mountains, turn other Chinese troops to besiege it, and even mobilized the Chinese Air Force to kill two squadrons of fighters of the 38th Air Wing, resulting in no air combat power on the Jindong front for a day.

He was not afraid of blows and threats from the air, he wanted to hide that he did not want to be discovered by reconnaissance planes about the maneuver of the Independent Regiment, so that he could capture Jingcheng and lead the Independent Regiment to go deep into Shimen alone, and destroy the division and regimental headquarters in one fell swoop.

Behind this, it's all that hateful fat man who is making trouble.

"Yaga! Fooled! The eyes of the Japanese lieutenant general widened suddenly, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and the thoughts in his mind came to an abrupt halt, and he fell into deep darkness.

"It's so slow!" Lang Tuanza, who was also angry with his subordinates, glanced at the Japanese lieutenant general who spit out the last breath of anger, pursed his lips disdainfully, and shouted outside the door: "Mi Lao Wu, go and inform you of the battalion commander, the little devil's signal soldier will leave a few alive for Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu must know the content of the telegram sent by Kawagishi Bunzaburo to Beiping at the end." ”

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