In his basement, in the dim light, Mitsui looked at the map of Pyongyang, once the capital of the Ming Empire's Joseon Province and the richest place on the peninsula. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At its peak, there was little separation between it and Nampo, and it became a port and a provincial capital.

When it fell here because of the war and was finally pocketed by the Japanese, it was not even half of the original prosperity.

Of course, in the past few years, it has still respited and regained some of its former brilliance - unfortunately, it has just come out of the shadows, and it has encountered such a thing as the counterattack of the Ming Empire.

Now, the prosperous buildings here have almost been completely wiped out of the world by the artillery of the Ming Empire, and it will be another ten or even decades before you wait for another development.

"Even if this is still my place in Japan, it doesn't have any effect......" Looking at the map in front of him, Mitsui Takanomiya muttered to himself a little lonely.

Yesterday, he took advantage of the fact that the Ming Empire's battle to block the encirclement of Pyongyang was not yet completed, and sent away 200 Japanese mid-level commanders, as well as Jiro Yamaguchi, who can be said to be his friend.

Then on the way back to his basement modified headquarters, he saw a shell from a Ming Empire's 300mm train cannon, leaving a crater left behind.

The crater, on the side of the street, had destroyed nearby buildings and leveled the nearest building entirely.

Several nearby buildings have also partially collapsed, some in an inconspicuous corner, and some have more than half collapsed. The windows on all the buildings are shattered and look like they have been abandoned for a long time.

His soldiers were huddled in these dilapidated houses, shivering from the cold wind. Many people stared at him curiously, and the desperate look he couldn't forget until now.

As if imprinted in the bottom of his heart, the black and white eyes appeared in front of his eyes, lingering...... He used to think he was crazy, driven crazy by this desperate circumstance.

Ever since he saw that huge crater, every time he heard the sound of a cannonball exploding, he would be inexplicably nervous, because the shock brought to him by that huge crater was like a bone marrow.

Just in the distance, on the outskirts of Pyongyang's urban area, those Japanese soldiers, who had only a few small-caliber guns and rifle machine guns, could only rely on their own flesh and blood to face such terrible firepower.

When he thought of this, the heavy artillery of the Ming Empire once again let out its own roar, and the cannonball exploded in the distance, shaking the dim light above Mitsui Takanomiya's head, and it also trembled.

"The Ming army is attacking again?" Mitsui Takanomiya withdrew his gaze from the map and asked his lieutenant outside the door.

The adjutant walked over, bowed his head to Mitsui Takanomiya and replied, "Yes! Your Excellency, General! The news just came from the phone that the Ming army had launched an offensive in 2 blocks, and the headquarters of our army in one of the blocks had lost contact. ”

Hearing the news, Mitsui Takanomiya pointed to the map again and asked, "Which neighborhood, mark it for me, I need to grasp the latest battle situation." ”

"This!" Using a red pencil, he drew a rough outline on the map, and the adjutant opened his mouth to report to his general.

The attack on the Ming Empire just now did not start from the surroundings, but hit a central flower, which made the Japanese army a little passive, after all, they had not had time to transfer the heavy weapons around them to this direction.

"Center Breakthrough...... It seems that the commander of the Ming army can also see that we are holding on to the death......" Mitsui Takanomiya smiled bitterly and praised the Ming commander opposite.

In comparison, although the Japanese army defending Pyongyang now has as many as 150,000 troops, its combat effectiveness is completely incomparable with that of the Japanese troops in Anju and Wonsan.

If the Japanese defenders were able to score 80 points with their own flesh and blood during the Battle of Anju and Wonsan, then the defenders of Pyongyang are only 60 points or even lower.

In other words, judging by the 100-point system, the current state of Pyongyang's defenders is only just passing. Or rather, they even have a lot of chances of failing......

"Let the reserves go up! The enemy cannot be allowed to approach the center of Pyongyang too early! Mitsui Takanomiya gave an order and gave his own countermeasures.

Then he thought for a moment, opened his mouth and continued to order: "Let the commander guarding Nampo blow up the port and the corresponding shipbuilding facilities......

"General! Blowing up Nampo is tantamount to completely giving up the possibility of our retreat from the sea! When the adjutant heard Mitsui Takanomiya's order, he hurriedly reminded him.

"Still thinking about leaving? Nanpu can't leave, if you are willing to go, I will give you a chance, you can take someone to leave the same road that Jiro Yamaguchi took tonight! Mitsui replied softly.

The adjutant shook his head awkwardly and said, "Your Excellency, I have no intention of leaving...... I just think that in the last few days, we can still get some supplies from Nampo. ”

Mitsui Takanomiya waved his hand: "I have already sent a telegram to the base camp, asking them not to send any more supplies, it is all a waste, a waste of time and resources." ”

He pointed to the list of supplies hoarded in Pyongyang on the table: "Our task is to clean up everything here, and if we can delay it for a day, we will delay it for a day!" ”

Hearing him say this, the adjutant nodded, but the expression on his face was extremely ugly: "Since you have made up your mind, your subordinates will definitely follow the general, until the last moment!" ”

"Good!" Mitsui Takanomiya was a little relieved, and his face was somewhat colored: "The Great Japanese Empire, His Majesty the Emperor, will definitely be proud to have a loyal and brave samurai like you!" ”

At this time, the artillery bombardment of the Ming Empire became intensive, and before the adjutant could walk out, another officer outside the door hurriedly entered the room of Mitsui Takanomiya: "General! Another neighborhood that was attacked...... Lost! ”

Mitsui Takanomiya, who was in a slightly better mood just now because his subordinates followed him as if he were at home, somewhat recovered a trace of blood on his face, and it faded after this report.

This battle has only begun for 2 days, and the city he is determined to hold on to is almost a fifth of it! How can you not make Mitsui Takanomiya, who is already planning to lose his life, feel ashamed?