After a night's landing, all the land forces of the other army landed at Keelung Harbor, and the transport ships behind the fleet also unloaded all the supplies.

At this time, Keelung Port is completely different from yesterday, the original very empty wharf is now full of all kinds of materials, even the next few large warehouses.

The pace of the offensive of the Southwestern Army did not stop, and the strategy of taking turns attacking was adopted to alleviate the fatigue of the troops.

The army and marine corps of the two armies practiced wheel warfare with regimental units as offensive units, and by daybreak, the troops had already assembled outside Taipei.

After one night of fighting, the Japanese army and the armed expatriates suffered heavy casualties, and those who ran fast could run back to Taipei and see their wives and children again. Those who run slowly either become the soul of the guns of the Southwest Army, or enjoy the treatment of prisoners in the Southwest Army.

In the face of the Southwest Army, which was pressing infantry, the Japanese troops defending the city in Taipei did not dare to take the initiative to attack again. The commander of a brigade in charge of defending the city mobilized a wing of Japanese troops and several thousand armed expatriates, in a vain hope that when the Southwest Army had not yet converged, he would take advantage of the superiority in numbers to defeat the Southwest Army. The idea is good, but the truth is cruel. Those Japanese soldiers and expatriates who went out of the city to attack the Southwest Army were able to run back to Taipei, and not even 30% of them were able to run back to Taipei. The failure of the counterattack made the haze that had already shrouded the Japanese troops stationed in Taiwan thicker and thicker.

If it weren't for the bushido spirit that dominates them, the Japanese troops in Taipei would have lost their morale by now. The soldiers were better, but the armed expatriates did not have such a strong bushido spirit, and in one night, the Japanese army had executed dozens of armed expatriates who were about to escape. The blood made those armed expatriates helpless, and they could only silently accept the orders of the army.

By the time the Southwest Army had completely encircled Taipei, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Taking advantage of the road built by the Japanese army to Keelung, artillery and tanks quickly assembled outside Taipei, waiting for the order to attack.

The Japanese troops on the city wall of Taipei looked at the Southwest Army that was preparing to attack in the distance, and many Japanese soldiers were beating drums in their hearts, and they had already foreseen what would happen next. Although they did not participate in yesterday's battles, they belong to the living force. But from the mouths of those survivors and the battle situation of the morning attack, they no longer have the confidence to win this war in their hearts, and they are not even sure whether they can hold Taipei. That is, if it is held, how long can it be held, Taiwan has been isolated from the Japanese army, and the Southwest Army just does not attack, and how long can it hold out in the face of hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops and Japanese expatriates just by relying on the food in Taipei.

Nakamura leaned against the battlements, expressionless as he watched his captain walk past him, and until his captain walked away, Nakamura did not stand up and salute. Not only Nakamura, but also other soldiers. If only before, they had been polite when they met the chief. The pressure of the war, the Japanese troops defending the city at this time did not have the heart to think about that at all.

Nakamura looked at the captain who disappeared around the corner, and reached out to take out a yellowish photo from his arms. Every time I see those familiar faces in the photo, Nakamura's heart has been cheering himself up, and he must live. He didn't want his ashes to be sent to Japan, or he just didn't have any ashes. Looking at the sweet smile of his wife in the photo and the sleeping baby in his arms, Nakamura's heart was endlessly heavy at this time. What bushido, what His Majesty the Emperor, and what Greater East Asia co-prosperity, these were completely sad jokes for Nakamura at this time. Is there anything more important now than going home and reuniting with family? He doesn't know anything about politics or military affairs, and he only knows now that if he can't go back, his family will be unsustainable.

Just when Nakamura was looking at the photo and was distracted, a comrade-in-arms next to him approached him a little and said, "Nakamura-kun, I miss my family again!" ”

"Ahem! Do you know? Mangosteen-kun, I'm not afraid of death, but I have to be responsible for my family, if I have an accident, then how can they survive as orphans and widows. Interrupted by his comrades, Nakamura was not annoyed. In his squad, the two of them have the best relationship, the two of them are fellow villagers and enlisted in the army at the same time.

"You're okay, I have pictures to look at, I don't have anything, and I don't know what happened to my family. I don't know if I have received the money sent back. Mangosteen looked up at the sky and muttered.

"Mangosteen-kun, I have a request!" Nakamura looked at the photo in his hand, then looked at the mangosteen next to him and said sincerely: "If I have an accident, I hope you can help me take care of my wife and children!" ”

"I promise you, if you can live, I also hope that you will promise me to take care of my family." Mangosteen nodded, and said with some sadness: "If both of us are unfortunately killed, then it can only depend on their lives!" ”

As soon as the words fell, both of them fell into deep thought for a long time. Nakamura looked at the photo in his clenched hand, as if he had made up his mind, lowered his head and whispered into Mangkhut's ear: "When you defend the city, look for an opportunity to surrender to the other party." ”

"Will this work? Maybe we can hold Taipei, and once the war starts, how can we surrender to the other side" Nakamura's words made Mangkhut's heart suddenly rise.

"It's totally okay, I've been thinking about it for a long time, yesterday a lot of imperial troops have surrendered to the southwest, why can't we, we can find a chance to surrender slowly, but we must save our own lives." In order to be able to go back and see his family, it is better to be a prisoner than to be shot. Nakamura lowered his head and whispered, and looked around after speaking, for fear of being heard.

Mangkhut didn't answer right away, one side was the spirit of bushido, and the other side was family. If Nakamura hadn't started today, it is estimated that he would not have thought of this until the last moment. Looking at his fellow villagers and comrades-in-arms looking at him with a look of hope, Mangosteen nodded vigorously.

Maybe it was the Southwestern Army outside the city that put a lot of pressure on the Japanese officers, or maybe there was some other reason. The Japanese army, which had always emphasized discipline, did seem to be very loose today, at least when the chatter on the city wall was continuous, and those military officers did not come to stop it.

At this time, the Governor's Mansion in Taipei City, which is now the headquarters of the Japanese army, was in chaos.

The time returned to the early hours of the morning, and early this morning, the senior officers of the division and regiment stationed in Taiwan rushed to the headquarters to discuss the next operational plan.

Originally, according to the custom, before the arrival of these officers, Takeharu Kawamura would wait for them at the headquarters. But today was different from usual, and after all the officers arrived on time, Takeharu Kawamura didn't come out.

Kawamura Takeji's assistant Kato chaired and wanted to wait for Kawamura Takeji to come out by himself, but the atmosphere was not right last night, and he didn't want to get up early in the morning to find a smoke. Now half an hour has passed since the time to leave the meeting, but Takeji Kawamura has not come out yet, although those officers in the conference room dare not say anything about Takeji Kawamura. But there is no good attitude towards Kato's chair, and he asked Kawamura Takeji if he got up, and Kato didn't dare to say that he didn't know, so he could only say 'it's almost there' with a smiling face.

Another half an hour passed, and Kato walked out of the conference room with his face covered in his chair. After closing the door to the conference room, I couldn't help but rub my flushed cheeks. In an hour, the officers inside had lost their patience, and if it weren't for the hierarchy being there, they would all want to go directly to Kawamura Takeji. Just as Kato went in on the chair to add tea, the commander of the Taiwan division asked again why the governor had not come over. Regarding the same answer on Kato's chair, the commander of the Taiwan division did not say a word, but directly gave Kato a few big-ear scrapers on the chair, and strictly ordered him to immediately call Kawamura Takeji to the meeting.

Kato saw that he couldn't dodge it, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart. has been Kawamura Takeji's assistant for several years, and he knows Kawamura Takeji very well. Kawamura Takeji is very punctual, and he has never arrived early, never late. What's more, it's still an occasion like this, and it's really unreasonable to be an hour late.

Kato walked to Takeharu Kawamura's bedroom on a chair and knocked on the door, but there was no answer inside. A few more knocks, but still no one responded. The uneasiness in Kato's heart became even stronger, and Takeji Kawamura could be regarded as his future and hope.

Kato stood outside the door and shouted a few more times, but there was still no one inside to answer. He was even more uneasy, so he didn't think about it, and opened the door directly.

At this time, the room was very tidy, and the bedding and other things were neatly folded on the floor, not like the traces of someone sleeping last night.

Seeing the situation inside, Kato's heart on the chair was a little relieved. But where did Takeharu Kawamura go, and where did the guards outside the door go? Only then did he remember that the guards who had been guarding Takeharu Kawamura before didn't see it.

Kato followed his previous train of thought, and immediately strode out of the room and went straight to the roof. He knew Kawamura Takeji's habits, and if he didn't come back to sleep last night, he must have gone to the roof.

When I walked up to the top floor, I saw Kawamura Takeji's two guards standing by the iron gate at the staircase like javelins, and the restless heart on Kato's chair was completely relieved.

Kato walked slowly over on his chair, knocked on the iron door and shouted, "Governor Kawamura, Governor Kawamura..."

After a half-loud call, no one answered, and then Kato couldn't help but ask the two guards on his chair, "Is the governor outside?" ”

"Yes." One of the guards replied with a blank face.

"Strange, why can't you get up yet, it's almost seven o'clock now." Kato looked at his watch in his chair and muttered unrecognizable.

Kato knocked on the door again, and when he knocked on the door, he added a little strength, and the iron door, which was already easy to make noise, made the sound of "bang, bang" even louder. But there was still no sound on the roof.

At this moment, Kato couldn't calm down on the chair, and a heart that had just been put down was lifted again. Reaching out and pulling the door open, he walked out.

The two guards were also a little puzzled, and they didn't stop the movement on Kato's chair.

When the three of them walked out of the iron gate, they were startled by the silver scene in front of them.

Takeharu Kawamura and the woman from yesterday were naked under the table, and the floor was covered with shreds.

(To be continued)