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The first target plane, Yanhuang Continent, November 7, 1943, Xinjing City (Changchūn), Jilin Province, at this time, the fourth column of the Yanhuang Red Party, that is, the troops under the command of General Lin, was launching a final general attack on the Guan Dong Army entrenched in Xinjing City.

Looking down from the sky, the entire city of Xinjing was filled with black smoke, and dark red flames erupted from time to time, and the flames burned brightly in the burned houses, collapsed factories, and scattered and collapsed military fortifications.

"Crunch crunch ~~" Jiefang Type 1 tanks, in the light of the firelight, slowly marched on the main roads of Xinjing, dividing the defense lines of the various departments of the Guandong Army, establishing firepower jǐng warning points, and breaking off their connection with each other.

"発砲する! (Wako: open fire)" A Wako soldier who was hiding behind a concealed fortification waved loudly and ordered. With his order, a Type 92 infantry mountain gun fired a shell and accurately hit a Red Party tank moving on the street in front.

"Boom!" The sound of a hit came from the front.

"Onboard! Onboard!! The shè striker and the ammunition loader cheered together.

But soon, the smoke of the shells cleared, and the hit Red Party tank continued to move unharmed, and slowly turned the turret in the direction of its concealed fortifications.

"Boom!" Ten seconds later, the Liberation I tank fired its own shells.

"発砲する!" The unrelenting Guan Dong Jun Cao continued to order his men to reload the shells, and then shouted loudly with red eyes.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The protective wall of the concealed fortifications of the Japanese was directly penetrated by the shells of the tanks, and then the shells exploded in the fortifications, killing the five-person artillery group including the Japanese army Cao on the spot, and the Type 92 infantry mountain artillery also fell apart on the spot without any suspense. And the Devil Gunner's Type 92 shell that hit the Liberation 1 tank again, there was nothing else worth saying except for blasting a small shallow dimple in the armor plate.

"Killer Machine~~" As the battle progressed, from time to time, desperate soldiers of the Dong Army, covered with mines or grenades, rushed out of the corners or fortifications, trying in vain to get close to the Red Party tanks, pulling the fuse to die with it.

"Puff~~"

"Dada~~~"

The soldiers of the Red Fourth Column, who were advancing together behind the tank, saw this frenzied death, and immediately raised their guns and struck, using the continuous fire of the Type 56 automatic rifle to form a chain of death bullets, either to destroy the enemy on the way of the charge, or to directly hit the mine grenade on the devil's body, so that it was torn apart in the explosion and there was no body.

"Safe on the left!"

"Safe on the right!"

"Keep going!"

"Roger, understood!"

The Red Party tanks and infantry, which cooperated with each other, used walkie-talkies to contact at any time and cover each other to kill the hinterland of the enemy's position.

In a certain area of Xinjing City, a branch road passes through here diagonally, and the width of this branch road is small, and the tanks of the four columns cannot drive in directly, so at this time, the two armored jeeps of the Red Party are opening the road in front, and more than 30 soldiers are following the attack.

"Watch!"

"Watch out for the roofs and windows on both sides!"

"Pay attention to distinguish between the enemy and the common people!"

"Yes!"

"Keep an eye on your back!"

"Poof, poof!" In front of a two-story wooden house, orange flames suddenly appeared, and the blocking position set up by the Japanese invaders here opened fire.

"Be careful!" The platoon commander commanded loudly.

"Fire, return fire!"

"Dada~~~"

"Doodoo~~~"

"Wu Hai, can you see the enemy clearly?"

"Platoon commander, the enemy is hiding in the sixth house on the left row, behind the windows on the second floor, with sandbag bunkers!"

"Got it, Jeep heavy machine gun cover!"

"Yes~!" With a reply, the shè hitter on the roof of the jeep, behind the steel guard, pulled the bolt, and the Red Party heavy machine gun began to spit out bullets, suppressing the devil in the window not far away.

"Bazooka, bazooka!"

"In!"

"Give me a bang for his dog rì's ~~"

"Yes!"

Five seconds later, under the cover of opening the steel doors of the jeep, two rockets flew in a straight trajectory towards the enemy positions in front.

"Boom, boom!"

The devil soldiers, who only relied on the cover of the woven bags behind the windows, were directly killed under the care of the powerful rockets of the main plane, and went to see the "Lord God of the Heavenly Palace" in their hearts without any pain.

Due to the generational difference in weapons and equipment, as well as the uninterrupted training and actual combat of the Red Party fighters in the past six months, the ratio of the devils and the Red Party fighters in this attack on Xinjing was maintained at an astonishing twelve to one. And as the battle progressed, the organized blocking and counterattacking of the Guan Dong army became less and less, and most of the soldiers began to fall into a state of fragmentation without the command of their superiors, and the exchange ratio of the two armies became higher and higher.

Shinkyo Wako Street, which is a street built in imitation of the Japanese Kou, is very narrow, and the road is lined with wooden two-story buildings in the style of the Japanese Kou. Since it was a gathering place for the Japanese Reclamation Regiment, it was clean and tidy and had a beautiful environment before the war, and it was a "private place" for the Japanese diaspora. On the other hand, a considerable number of Japanese armed expatriates were also gathered here at this time. Most of them are re-conscripted retired soldiers or expatriates. Most of them were given only 38 large cover rifles, 200 rounds of ammunition and a few grenades, and then they were placed here to thwart the Red attack, which was turning into a hell for the Japanese diaspora.

"Smack, smack, smack~"

"Puff, puff, puff~~"

Untactical, unorganized, and fighting on their own, the armed Japanese soldiers frantically fired from behind the windows, attics, rooftops, and other places in their homes, in a vain attempt to block the torrent of steel on the opposite side with small-caliber bullets.

"Company commander, the resistance on the street in front is quite special, the firepower is not strong, but there are a lot of people, and many of them are old people and half-grown children!" A Red Party fighter reported to the commander of his company.

"What? Old people and half-grown children? Let me see! When company commander Hou Dong heard this, he strode to the back of the broken roof of a collapsed building, and under the cover of a large stone, he raised his binoculars to observe the battle situation on Wako Street opposite.

"Damn, the little devil is completely insane!" Seeing that many of the armed resistance on the opposite side were elderly people, half-grown children, and even a few women, Company Commander Hou scolded.

"Company commander, what should we do? Hit it? The little soldier asked.

"Of course, just hit it! Didn't the boss say that in this attack, no matter how old or young the Japanese are, as long as they shoot at us, they are the enemy, and there is no mercy for killing!! ”

"Yes!" The little warrior saluted, then turned and ran.

"Wait!"

"Captain?"

"I think this area is not small, and the shape of the house is particularly suitable for the enemy to ambush and shoot cold. If the houses are destroyed, I'm afraid the number of rocket launchers we brought will not be enough, you tell Wei San, don't be ruthless, give me a flamethrower, burn down all these wooden houses, and force them out! ”

"Yes!"

Five minutes later, several houses in the front row, which had been set ablaze by flamethrowers, began to burst into flames, and as the wind and the surrounding wooden houses were characteristic, the fire quickly spread, black smoke filled the flames, and the Japanese armed diaspora began to move. Some instinctively retreated to their houses behind, while others began to panic, the threat of death making them hesitate and waver in their determination to resist.

The Shinkyo Military Station, which was built with a sturdy structure and made of heavy boulders, became the temporary command post of the commander-in-chief of the Seki Army, Umezu Yoshijiro.

At this time, Umezu Mijiro looked tired, and his yellow military coat was also covered with black sè stains, and the whole person no longer had the calmness and calmness of Rì.

"Your Excellency Umezu, the first and second lines of defense in Xinjing have been overcome, and the third line of defense is also in danger, and the entire Xinjing defense line is on the verge of collapse." Lieutenant General Yukio Kasahara, Chief of the General Staff, reported in a deep voice.

"How long has it been since the campaign began?" Surprisingly, Umezu Mijiro did not comment on the extremely unfavorable situation of the war, but asked about the time of the war.

"It's been 27 hours since yesterday afternoon!" Although he was surprised by his boss's reply, according to the rank of the army and his own responsibilities, the chief of the general staff, Yukio Kasahara, still replied seriously.

"27 hours?" Umezu Mijiro smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said, "We expect to hold out for 2 weeks before we go to war, aren't we, Kasawara-kun?" ”

"Your Excellency Umezu?"

"I'm nothing, I'm just ashamed of what I always thought was a miscalculation of the combat power of the Yanhuanghong Army." Umezu Mijiro shook his head, and then said: "Order everyone in the headquarters to immediately burn all the files and documents at hand, and when it gets dark, Kasawara-kun, you will lead them to break through." ”

"Umezu, you"

"This will be the place where my jade is broken!"

"Umezu-sei"

"Alright, don't say it! Now there is no time to hesitate, immediately carry out the order! ”

"Hey!!"

Ten minutes later, the Xinjing Military Station, the dispatch room of the temporary general headquarters of the Guan Dong Army. Umezu Mijiro walked in with a sheet of paper.

"Can I still get in touch with the base camp now?"

"Hey!"

"Send this to the base camp!"

"Hey!"

Half an hour later, at the palace of Emperor Hirohito, Hideki Tojo walked in with an urgent telegram in his hand and handed it to Emperor Hirohito, who had been following the war in Shinkyo. I saw that it was written:

"Your Majesty the Emperor, the combat strength of the Red Party army is far beyond imagination, the fall of Xinjing is imminent, and the general of the Guan Dong army will fight until the last moment to defend the honor of the army. I hereby apologize for my own crimes, but I implore His Majesty the Emperor to pardon the crimes of disobedience of the officers and men of the Seki Dong Army after the breakout. It is also recommended that the North Korean army and dispatch troops quickly evacuate the north of the Yangtze River, quickly, quickly, quickly! Long live His Majesty the Emperor, long live! The criminal minister Umezu Mijiro lost power. ”

"Your Excellency Tojo, Shinkyo Na"

"Hey! Your Majesty, I can't get in touch with the telegram over there, I'm afraid~~"

At 8 p.m. on November 7, when the gate of the Shinkyo Military Service Station was being blasted open by Red Party soldiers, Umezu Yoshijiro knelt on the ground, held the short knife in both hands, stabbed himself in the abdomen, and quickly twisted it, and then stopped breathing in a hideous facial expression. As for the 500-strong breakthrough detachment led by Lieutenant General Yukio Kasawara, which he expected, it was discovered and surrounded by the Red Party attacking troops without any luck, and all but 7 surrendered "jade shattered", so that the history of the Guan Dong Army, which ruled the three provinces of Yan and Huangdong for more than ten years, was drawn to a conclusion.

Twelve years after the fall of the three eastern provinces of Yan and Huang, they have returned home!

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