Jiangbei, Chen Shou led the army to advance to Beitai, the Anti-Japanese National Salvation Army has achieved semi-mechanization, semi-mule and horse, the speed of march is extremely fast, the troops along the highway built by the Japanese are moving forward, Chen Shou is wearing sunglasses and sitting in a jeep, two feet wearing American military boots are high, unstoppable.

The road was dusty, the Dodge ten-wheel card was full of soldiers with carbines, the heavy M1 steel helmet was on the head, the khaki military uniform was extremely handsome, it looked like a bit of a US military feeling, Chen Shou felt very good, for a while he even hoped that the Eighth Route Army would block the road, do a good job in the name of righteousness, and teach these guys who don't know the height of the sky.

Suddenly, the dark clouds covered the top, the rainstorm came as soon as it was said, and in an instant the sky was covered with raindrops the size of beans, and the heavens and the earth were connected into a line, and it was impossible to see within five steps, and the orderlies hurriedly pulled up the canopy of the jeep, and the herald ran to ask for instructions: "Commander, the striker requests instructions." ”

Chen Shou said: "Damn, the car is not without a canopy, let me drive forward, no one is allowed to stop." ”

The troops continued to move forward, but because the visibility was too low, the soaring march turned into a turtle crawl, and after moving forward for less than a kilometer, two cars were planted in a ditch, and three cars were rear-ended, injuring a dozen soldiers, and the officers complained, saying that it was impossible to march in such a heavy rain, and that it was going to be dark, and they did not know how many car accidents were going to happen, so it was better to camp and rest for the time being, and wait for the rain to stop before leaving.

Chen Shou thought about it for a moment and agreed, these American trucks were precious eggs and could not afford to lose, so the troops camped in the rain, set up tents, and brewed coffee with American gasoline stoves, Chen Shou sat on the canvas marching bed drinking coffee, smoking camel cigarettes, and asked the staff officers: "What is the movement over there on the Eighth Road?" ”

The staff officer said: "With such a heavy rain, the Eighth Road will definitely not be able to move, besides, if they want to go to Beitai, they must pass through the Dawang River, there is no bridge on the river, and there are not enough boats, enough for them to drink a pot." ”

Chen Shou said: "Then I can rest assured, come here, let the cooking class open the meal, and bring my brandy." ”

At the same time, on the west bank of the Dawang River, a column of the Eighth Route Army was marching in the rain, pouring down, drenching people unable to open their eyes, and the soldiers held pine oil torches to guide the way, tied their comrades in front with towels, and tried their best not to fall behind, but the road was slippery, and many soldiers still fell.

On the side of the road, the female soldiers of several art troupes were cheering for the soldiers with bamboo boards, and the torrential rain drenched their thin military uniforms, sticking to the curves of their bodies, and the rain was too loud, and the female soldiers were hoarse when they said Allegro, and they still stuck to their posts.

A jeep drove up to him, and on the car were Wu Changqing, the commander of the Jiangbei Column, and Ye Xuefeng, the political commissar, Ye Xuefeng said to the guards: "Xiao Li, send the raincoats to the soldiers of the Art Troupe." ”

"Yes!" Xiao Li picked up the chief's rubber raincoat and got into the rain.

"Lao Wu, it's raining too much, God is helping us." Ye Xuefeng said meaningfully.

Wu Changqing said: "The Kuomintang's American-style equipment and marching are all cars, but with such a heavy rain, the cars have to lie on their stomachs, but it is the iron feet of our soldiers, rain or shine." ”

Ye Xuefeng nodded: "This is the revolutionary spirit handed down by the Red Army, and the decadent and reactionary army of the Kuomintang can't compare to it, but we still have to pay attention to the health of the soldiers, communicator!" ”

"Yes!" The communicator ran over.

"Pass the order, speed up, rush to Beitai at all costs, and let the cooking squad boil some ginger soup to warm up the soldiers."

"Yes!" The messenger took the order and left.

A staff officer ran over and reported: "Commander, political commissar, there is a flash flood, the Dawang River is surging, and the forward company has successfully crossed it, but it is difficult for the large army to cross it." ”

"Let's go, let's see." Wu Changqing said.

The jeep drove forward for some distance and got stuck in a mud puddle, the wheels spun sharply for a while, but there was still nothing to be done, and the only car of the Jiangbei column also lay down.

Wu Changqing and Ye Xuefeng got out of the car and walked, walked to the riverside to observe, Jiangbei is dry this year, the Dawang River is cut off, and the sudden rainstorm causes a flash flood to erupt, the river water is surging, and the water depth is not much, only to the waist, but the water flow is turbulent, and the troops are blocked by the river, which will inevitably reduce the speed of travel.

Ye Xuefeng's military hat was already soaked, the rain dripped from the brim of the hat, his handsome eyebrows frowned, and he suddenly said: "Old Wu, this problem must be solved, otherwise we will lose the opportunity." ”

Wu Changqing waved his hand: "Guard Company, up!" ”

The guard company of the column headquarters was a carefully selected young man with tall horses, and with an order, they all rushed into the river, and the two rows of people put the ladder on their shoulders to form a bridge of flesh and blood.

The troops dropped their heavy equipment and quickly crossed the river, the river slowly rose, from the waist to the chest, the current became more turbulent, the soldiers gritted their teeth and tied each other with ropes to prevent being washed away by the water, striving to send more comrades across the Dawang River.

A miserable white lightning swept across the sky, and in an instant the four fields were extremely clear, and the banks of the river were full of troops at night, and many companies also carried ladders down the river, forming a series of human bridges.

The thunder rolled after a few seconds, and the explosion was earth-shattering.

"After this heavy rain, it will be sunny days." Ye Xuefeng said to Wu Changqing.

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When the weather is fine, the Eighth Route Army has appeared outside the city of Beitai, nearly 10,000 enemy troops put on a siege posture, so that the Japanese defenders were extremely shocked, during this time the country is full of bad news, it is said that Hiroshima and Nagasaki were bombed by atomic bombs, both cities were scorched, the troops were panicked, and the gendarmerie caught several unlucky people who spread rumors.

In the eighth year of the war, the logistics of the Japanese army had been interrupted, the shipping between the mainland and the mainland had long been stopped, and a large amount of coal and iron ore were stored in the warehouses of Beitai, but the military supplies were becoming scarce day by day, the soldiers could only wear tattered clothes, and the traitors who bowed down to their ears in the past were not honest, but the emaciated camels were bigger than horses, and no one would think of surrendering.

In the early hours of the morning, the headquarters of the Beitai garrison received an urgent telegram from the provincial capital, telling them to prepare and listen to the royal voice of His Majesty the Emperor, and the time was twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

At noon, all the officers of the North Thai garrison came to the conference room, and a shortwave radio was placed in the center, and at twelve o'clock sharp, the local radio began to broadcast the edict announcing the unconditional surrender of His Majesty the Emperor.

"In view of the general situation of the world and the current situation of the empire, I would like to put it in the wrong place, clean up the situation, and hereby tell my loyal subjects. I have instructed the Imperial Government to notify the United States, Great Britain, China, and the Soviet Union of their joint proclamation. Gai seeks the peace of the subjects of the empire and enjoys the joy of common prosperity among all nations...... The reason why I died was also due to the joint announcement of the imperial government. I have to express my regret for the allies who have always cooperated with the Empire for the liberation of East Asia. Thinking of the death of the subjects of the empire in battle, in the line of duty, and in the death of those who died unexpectedly and their bereaved families, the five are divided. and the livelihoods of those who have been wounded by war, suffered from the scourge of war, and lost their homes and jobs...... Wang'er and other subjects are kind and considerate. ”

After the broadcast, there was a dead silence in the conference room, and after a while, the commander got up and walked into the inner room, and the adjutant followed in without saying a word, and after a while, he came out with a saber and said: "Your Excellency the commander has committed suicide by caesarean section." ”

The officers went out separately, some of them untied their military uniforms in the courtyard, pulled their bellies open with their command knives, and died in the way of samurai, while others were afraid of pain and shot them directly in the head with a pistol, and they died a happy death.

Takayoshi Hashimoto dragged back to his office with heavy steps, took off Tachibanomaru and put it on the table, pondered for a moment, slowly unbuttoned his uniform, ripped off his white shirt, and slowly pulled out his saber, the bright blade reflecting his melancholy eyes.

Defeated, defeated, the Great Japanese Empire since the Meiji Restoration, has been invincible, dominating East Asia, proud of the world, I didn't expect to be defeated after paying millions of lives, the huge psychological gap is unbearable, only a death can be freed.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the corner of the bookshelf, it was a model train, he had made a promise to give this model to Ono Jun's son, and take care of him to grow up, is this oath going to be invalidated?

The thoughts of the death were disrupted and could no longer proceed, and Hashimoto Shaosa thought of his wife back home, and his heart was numb.

A soldier walked in: "Shaozuo, the Eighth Route Army outside the city has sent someone to see you." ”

Hashimoto said: "See what I do, I am only a military police officer, not a garrison commander. ”

The soldier said, "You are the highest-ranking officer left......"

There were not many defenders in North Thailand, the commander was a big boss, and almost all the senior officers were broken, and only one military police officer was left to clean up the mess, Hashimoto thought for a long time, and finally decided that in order for these remaining soldiers to return to the motherland, he was ordered to take responsibility in danger.

The Eighth Route Army came with a big man, Ye Xuefeng, political commissar of the Jiangbei Column.

Ye Xuefeng went to the meeting alone, without the slightest fear, but those Japanese soldiers who were extremely arrogant in the past, after hearing the news of the emperor's announcement of surrender, they were like frosted eggplants, and they could no longer be majestic.

"You must surrender to the Eighth Route Army! We can guarantee the safety of the lives and property of the surrendered personnel, if you refuse to surrender, what awaits you is a dead end! Ye Xuefeng's loud words made the devils tremble, and the translator's legs trembled.

They knew that there were more than 10,000 eight roads outside the city of Beitai, and the troops far exceeded the garrison.

Takayoshi Hashimoto said, "Please let me think about it. ”

Ye Xuefeng said: "Give you three minutes to consider, as soon as the time comes, our army will launch an attack and destroy all enemies who dare to resist." ”

As the clock ticked by, beads of sweat oozed from Hashimoto's head.

Ye Xuefeng looked at Hashimoto with contempt, and raised his wrist from time to time to look at his watch.

"Well, I surrender to your army, but I ask you to ensure the safety of the surrendered soldiers." Takayoshi Hashimoto finally gave in, took out his saber, caressed the scabbard and hilt lovingly, shook his head and sighed: "Tachibanarumu, I didn't expect you to pass it on to the Hashimoto family for five generations, and finally destroy it in my hands." ”

Ye Xuefeng said: "The one who knows the times is Junjie, Hashimoto Shaozo, although your hands are stained with the blood of the Chinese, but after you hand over your weapons, you are a prisoner, our Eighth Route Army has always treated prisoners preferentially, naturally will not shoot you, since this knife is your family heirloom, I can specially approve you to stay." ”

"Thank you!" Takayoshi Hashimoto put away his saber and ordered: "Order the troops, lay down their weapons, and assemble in the playground with their bare hands." ”

The herald took the order and left, Ye Xuefeng's hanging heart finally let go, if the Japanese army was doing a battle of trapped beasts, the Eighth Route Army would definitely pay a huge price, it seemed that he had made the right move.

Takayoshi Hashimoto suddenly said, "Your Excellency, I have something to say. ”

"Please." Ye Xuefeng Road.

"Although Japan was defeated, it was defeated without defeat, and although China was victorious, it was victorious without victory! In other words, the Imperial Japanese Army was still glorious despite its defeat! ”

Ye Xuefeng sneered: "Defeat is defeat, no matter how hard you talk, it is useless, since ancient times, the invaders have no good end, this is the law of history, understand!" ”