"Okamura-kun, I need an explanation from you!"

In the office, Tada Jun, who was sitting on a sofa with Ishihara Waner, looked at Okamura Ninji with a stern expression.

"Okamura-kun, do you know, originally Ishihara-kun and I have already discussed, even if Nanchang is lost, we won't blame you too much, after all, in the words of the Shina people, this is already a non-war mistake, but why did you make such a thing out of it, so that now the whole world is watching our jokes. Just yesterday, several Western governments also asked us through their embassies if this was the case, and the French even warned us to look at the sky when we walked, and the base camp was under a lot of pressure for this, do you know? ”

Although Tada's tone was not harsh, it was already a very severe accusation for a high-ranking general like Okamura Ninji.

The atmosphere in the office was a little stagnant, and the chief of staff Numata Taka, the director of the war room, and the directors of the war room, Kazuo Miyazaki, Miyamoto Ichiro, and others who were standing behind Okamura Ninji were also a little nervous.

Compared to the nervous crowd, Okamura Ninji was very calm. He said lightly: "Your Excellency, Commander, I am also shocked that this kind of thing happened, although I, as the commander of the Eleventh Army, have an unshirkable responsibility for this kind of thing, but please also understand that there are always some things in this world that are not under human control. The two division commanders of Inagaki Hiroki and Horiuchi Kotaro are the supreme commanders of Nanchang, and I think it is understandable that they did such a thing under strong pressure, as for the reaction of the Western countries you just mentioned, is it really that important, when did our Great Japanese Empire need to look at the faces of Western countries to do things? ”

There was silence in the office, and many people's faces changed, Okamura Ninji dared to talk to the commander of the dispatch army like this, did he plan to turn his face with the two?

Just when the air was almost frozen. A round of applause erupted.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

It turned out that Ishihara Wan'er, who had been silent on the side, applauded lightly on the side, only to see him clapping while chuckling: "Okamura-kun is still so free-spirited, Tada-kun, you lost!" ”

As soon as Ishihara Wan'er spoke, Tada Jun, who was originally straight-faced, couldn't help laughing: "If you lose, you lose, it seems that Okamura-kun is still the same as before." Don't be surprised! ”

The two of them laughed, and the originally solemn atmosphere in the office became relaxed in an instant, and Numata Taka and the others glanced at each other before they breathed a sigh of relief, if Okamura Ninji really quarreled with Tada Jun, the commander of the dispatch army, just now, then the matter would have been a big deal.

Ishihara waved his hand and said to the several officers who had been standing behind Okamura Ninji, "Okay...... You don't have to worry about your commander, we are not here to ask the teacher today, what can you do! ”

Hearing Ishihara say this, these people realized the rudeness of their group. Quickly saluted and withdrew.

By the time everyone had left, there were only three people left in the office. Tada Jun put his smile back in his face at this time, and said to Okamura Ninji: "Okamura-kun, we came this time to ask you, are you sure that you will withdraw the 101st and 107th Divisions?" ”

"Pull back." Okamura Ningji said quietly: "How do you know that I am going to withdraw them, maybe I can still hold Nanchang." ”

"Come on, Okamura-kun, don't brag to us at this time." Ishihara Wan'er on the side pursed his lips disdainfully, "Don't I know about your two hits?" If you really have the ability to hold Nanchang. The two idiots, Hiroki Inagaki and Kotaro Horiuchi, wouldn't have sent us several telegrams asking for help every day. ”

"It seems that you two old classmates can't hide it!" At this time, Okamura Ninji also smiled bitterly, sighed and said, "I'll tell you the truth." Just the day before yesterday, Hiroki Inagaki and Kotaro Horiuchi had sent a telegram asking for a breakthrough, and I told them to hold out for three days and wait until the evening of the 4th to break through, but judging from the current situation, I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out until tomorrow evening! ”

"Nani ......," there was an exclamation from the office......

Just when Okamura Ningji's office exclaimed, the tens of thousands of Japanese troops of the 101st and 107th Divisions in Nanchang City became more and more difficult.

As a result of Hiroki Inagaki and Kotaro Horiuchi, the defenders on the outskirts of the south and west of the castle were all transferred back to the castle. This also made Shangguan Yunxiang overjoyed, and commanded the remaining 73rd, 79th, and 43rd armies of the 32nd Group Army to enter Nanchang City, and in the face of the sudden influx of 780,000 troops into the city, the Japanese army in the city was in chaos at once, in less than a day. The defenders of the southern, western, and eastern parts of the city fell one after another, and except for a small number of blocks in the east, middle, and west of the city, all the rest of the city fell into the hands of the 32nd Group Army, and it was only a matter of time before Nanchang City was recovered.

In this case, Hiroki Inagaki and Kotaro Horiuchi were a little panicked, except for sending a telegram to Okamura Ninji asking for help, they could no longer care about Okamura's order to keep them going until tomorrow, and escaped from Nanchang City with the rest of the troops at night.

As night approached, on a road to the east of the city, a group of people in brown uniforms were winding their way east to the sun on a road that had turned into brown military uniforms. This is a team that knows at a glance that it has suffered defeat, they have lost their formation, they have no life, and their heads are hanging on their chests, as if they are too heavy to lift up, and the strength of the past is long gone.

The slender Type 38 rifles also seemed to have become a redundant burden in their hands, and the soldiers carried these rifles in various postures such as carrying, carrying, and carrying them. The ragged uniforms were covered with mud and blood, making the dullness even more exhausting. The dust kicked up by the sporadic vehicles and wagons engulfed the soldiers. It was dusty, but no one dodged, just walked numbly, and occasionally some officers on horseback shouted at them to speed up, because if they waited until dawn, they would surely see the enemy behind them.

A sedan covered in black dirt bumps along an improvised dirt road. In the back seat of the car, Hiroki Inagaki and Kotaro Horiuchi sat on the side of the car, staring blankly at the rolling soldiers outside the car, and their hearts were full of bitterness.

"Is that all there is to it?" A low sigh protruded from Awagaki Hiroki's mouth.

"Inagaki-kun, don't be discouraged, wait until we go back to replenish the team and then kill back, and then we will be ashamed again!" Kotaro Horiuchi comforted him, but he didn't even believe in this sentence.

"I hope so." Hiroki Inagaki had a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying. (To be continued.) )