Now that the big mistake has been made, there is no room for correction.

At the thought that the war maniac Hideki Tojo might become the prime minister, and concurrently serve as the land minister and the interior minister, combining military and political power, Matsui Ishine and Okamura Ninji couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

After all, Hideki Tojo's crazy expansion strategy, the two of them are not too familiar with each other, as soon as they think that this guy comes to power, then a full-scale war against Britain and the United States, the surrounding Burma, India, the Philippines, etc. will become a foregone conclusion, and they seem to hear the death knell of destruction ringing in their ears.

In the past, they and the vast majority of military and political ministers would probably have joined forces to oppose it, because the empire simply could not support such a war, and just by dealing with one China, the empire would have been consumed and almost collapsed.

But now, like all the ministers of military affairs and the emperor, they have to remain silent.

Because now, there is no turning back for the empire, if you don't attack from all sides and plunder all kinds of military supplies as much as possible, this battle doesn't even have to be fought again, half a year and half a year is enough to consume the empire alive!

Only by attacking from all sides can it be possible to keep the empire, a war machine that can no longer stop, continue to operate, and stop is death.

If you continue to fight, there is a high possibility that you will die, but somewhat, there is always a little hope.

On the battlefield of Sanjiangkou, the snow is gone, and the sky is full of gunsmoke and blood.

The two warring sides were tearing at the battlefield like ant colonies, and there was nothing left in their eyes but madness.

Fear? Scared, painful?

In such a fierce battlefield, there is no room for these, and there is no room for even thinking, many people die in the fight, and perhaps only the moment they fall will they find that their bodies have long been riddled with holes and their blood has dried up.

Even they themselves may not understand what is supporting them in the fight, for the sake of the nation, for the victory, or for what.

These blood-boiling slogans that are usually shouted have long been forgotten on the battlefield.

They just fight, rush and kill, because everyone around them is like that, so they fight together.

Ahh......hhh

On a small hill, surrounded by layers of corpses and Japanese soldiers, Zhang Tie was swinging wildly with a large blade of curly blades, ignoring the bayonets that kept stabbing in and out of his body, he seemed to have no pain.

"Camp Commander Zhang......"

Song Qing roared in his eyes, holding a small pistol and pulling the trigger again and again, but found that it had already been empty, and a Japanese soldier pounced on him, he made a mistake and let the bayonet strangle the neck of the Japanese soldier, and the handle of the gun smashed down with his head and face.

The muffled sound of popping and waving splattered pulp of blood and flesh in all directions.

He watched Zhang Tie fall like a broken piece of cloth, and he never thought that his henchman would be reimbursed for the first vicious battle he fought with him.

He saw around him, his own soldiers roaring and fighting with the Japanese army, and at their feet, there were layers of Japanese soldiers or the corpses of his own people.

He saw those eight-way dragging broken bodies and exploding grenades in the devil pile, and he saw that the lone wolf's chest saw several white bones, and the big blade in his hand had already been curled into an iron rod, and he was swinging the big blade like an iron rod to smash at the devil.

He saw Thunder, saw that half of Thunder's calf was gone, crawling among the corpses, and stabbed the bayonet into the legs of those devils with a sinister hand......

He saw the gunboats swooping through the icy river with countless corpses floating in black smoke, and from time to time they fired bullets at the Japanese troops, and the gunboats were already riddled with holes, and the shells and bullets were whizzing around the gunboats, but they never wanted to leave.

The blood-colored remnant sun is slowly falling to the snow peak.

Once again, the Japanese retreated, shells whizzing in, exploding in the crowd of corpses on the position, and kicking off a sky of flesh and blood fragments.

With a force of less than 4,000 people blocking a team of more than 20,000 people for half a day, they successfully completed the blocking mission.

It's just that the price is heavy, and all of them combined, including the lightly and seriously wounded, are already less than a thousand.

"Let's go, go to Bailong Gorge and join the brother troops over there!"

Thunder screamed, tying the broken leg with a strip of cloth, then gritting his teeth and reloading the chamber of the gun.

The remaining one or two hundred seriously wounded people were looking for cover in the pile of corpses, and turned around and grinned at the departing people: "Run faster, we can't stop the little devil for long......"

Someone burst into tears, running wildly in the pouring of tears, in the sound of gunfire and dense explosions in the rear.

Soon after dark, they finally joined Han Xiaolei and Guo Zhenyu, who came to respond, looking at these seven or eight hundred people who seemed to have crawled out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, I don't know how many people cried.

"What about the Thunder Maniac, what about the Thunder Leader?"

Han Xiaolei shouted, with a cry in his voice, what he was most afraid of was that after every battle, he found that the people he once knew had died again.

"Crazy Lei said, he can't take care of your wife, let you find a way to take care of ...... by yourself"

The lone wolf laughed wildly, the laughter caused the wound to hurt his face hideous, tears rained down, he thought of Ren Haifang, Zhu Junhao, Xin Lao Er and even Da Niu.

All dead.

"Damn, you can't speak human words when you're dying!"

Han Xiaolei scolded, curled his mouth and wanted to cry, but he wanted to endure it, he was the regiment commander, he didn't want his soldiers to look at him crying like a child, but the tears couldn't stop flowing.

Guo Zhenyu turned his head and sniffed hard.

He came after Ding Shan's death, and because he usually disagrees and always fights openly and secretly, he doesn't have such a deep relationship with Lei Ming.

But at this moment, he also wanted to cry, and he felt even more guilty.

At that time, he received an order from Lu Yuan, the Sanjiangkou position was taken over by a team, and the remaining two teams came back to evacuate the people.

Now, Guo Zhenyu feels like a sinner.

Looking at the hundreds of people in front of him who seemed to have crawled out of hell, Guo Zhenyu wiped his face fiercely, and said to him. Mother. Save your strength, and you'll talk about everything when you're done!

If you win the battle and survive, it's not too late to intrigue again.

He knew he was hungry for power, but he found that he was more eager for victory, and he didn't want to watch the people of his brother's army fight desperately while he secretly made small calculations, which made him feel guilty and humiliated.

"You go to the next line of defense, I'll be stationed here first, and you also have time to catch your breath!"

Guo Zhenyu roared loudly, he knew that it was now a batch of blockades, luring the three divisions of the Sichuan Bank Wen to advance towards Bailong Gorge layer by layer, one prosperous, and then three declining and exhausted, the sooner he acted as a blocker, the greater the casualties would be.

But Guo Zhenyu doesn't care anymore, he doesn't want to feel that he owes anyone anything.

(End of chapter)