Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

In the early morning of October 1942, 10, 31 kilometers south of Laizhou Bay.

For six days, a full six days of artillery fire, air bombing, infantry charges, and armored crushing, the Kwantung Army's last line of defense was finally crushed to pieces by the steel torrent of the Shandong Provincial Military Region like a rotten door panel.

The Arc Division, once known as the elite of the Empire, is now only a group of island savages in ragged clothes and deep eye sockets.

ammunition?

They had already used up all their guns and there were only a few rifle bullets left.

supply?

The supply had been cut off long ago, and tens of thousands of people had been relying on seafood to survive for several days. If they had endured any longer, various diseases would have dragged them down.

military discipline?

They have already collapsed. If you throw a few rice balls on the beach now, ordinary privates will dare to fight with the colonel. There is no military discipline at all.

In a sense, the group of devils in Laizhou Bay are really no better than the Southern Army in 1945.

The Japanese army in Southeast Asia can at least survive in the jungle to fight guerrilla warfare. At this time, the Kwantung Army was not so much a soldier, but rather a group of living dead people who were shocked by artillery fire.

However, the current results are far from meeting the expectations of the tigers in the forest. After all, the enemy has not yet died. What if someone surrenders?
Keep bombing, and strike hard!

We have captured enough prisoners, we will not leave any more alive!
"All guns loaded! High explosive shells!"

A heavy artillery cluster composed of a total of thirteen full artillery regiments was launched in sequence outside Laizhou Bay. The black muzzle pointed to the sky, and the phobia phobia said she was relieved.

The moment the artillery commander-in-chief roared to troops at all levels was transmitted through radio. The gunners with their upper bodies pushed 105mm and 155mm howitzer shells into the barrel.

The sound of metal colliding was crisp and cold.

"put!"

In an instant, hundreds of cannons spit out their tongues at the same time. The muzzle storm stirred up dust in the sky, and the hot shells fell like volcanic stones.

The heavy artillery shells tear the air and made a sharp scream. They cut through the sky and eventually exploded flowers of death on the Japanese positions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Kwantung Army along the coast of Laizhou Bay was instantly engulfed in flames.

The few remaining civil engineering works collapsed completely in the shock wave, and the Japanese soldiers in the trenches were shaken to death, with their limbs and arms thrown into the sky along with the soil.

Not enough, the firepower is still not enough.

Not long after the heavy artillery cluster's shelling began, a roar of death came from the southeast sky.

"Enemy planes! Enemy bombers!"

The anti-aircraft sentries of various Japanese divisions screamed in despair, but it was too late.

The attack formations of the 2nd and 3rd Air Divisions roared in, and the comrades either dived to drop bombs with precision or opened their ammunition bays for carpet bombing. The black crows' bombs were like seeds sown by the god of death, roaring and falling towards the ground.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The series of explosions of high-explosive aviation bombs and incendiary bombs made the coastline undulate like waves.

The Japanese soldiers who were still able to move screamed and fled in the flames, but were knocked over by the shock wave, torn apart by shrapnel, engulfed by the flames, and plowed into bloody trenches by machine guns.

Tens of thousands of Japanese troops were trapped in the narrow beachhead position in Laizhou Bay and had no way to escape.

The shelling and bombing lasted for a full three hours until the entire coast of Laizhou Bay was bombed into a scorched earth like the surface of the moon.

With this level of firepower, even the Arachnid Zerg in Starship Troopers have to avoid it, let alone the flesh-and-blood devils.

As the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the remaining thousands of Japanese soldiers looked at the sky in a daze, with only sharp tinnitus left in their ears.

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The artillery fire stopped and corpses were everywhere.

In the command center, the commander-in-chief of the battle had a cold look and stood in front of the military map with the results statistics in hand. As soon as he closed the folder, he heard the sound of leather shoes from far to near coming from outside the camp.

Soon, the coarse cloth curtain of the operations room was lifted.

Chief of Staff LYL broke into everyone's sight with excitement. He was holding a telegram bag with an urgent red stamp under his left armpit. Obviously, good news came from the front line.

"Report, the 1st Marine Brigade and the 1st Division have sent a victory message."

"The two of them worked together from the inside and outside, and after two days and two nights of fierce fighting, they have now successfully liberated the entire city of Jinan!"

"Li Yunlong fought particularly beautifully in this street battle! He himself led the team to attack Huanglong and captured the headquarters of the 12th Japanese Army in one fell swoop."

As soon as these words came out, the battle commander immediately took the telegram handed over by his chief of staff. His sharp eyes quickly swept across the paper, and his knuckles even turned slightly white from too much force.

Suddenly, a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that the First Land War Brigade not only dropped the 1875 unit's nest, but also destroyed the command center of Tuqiao once, he couldn't help but smile with approval.

"Good, good, good! As expected of an elite unit directly under the headquarters, their combat effectiveness and battlefield performance are truly extraordinary! He is truly the most dangerous man in the nation!"

"LYL, remember this, prepare to send electricity to the whole country!"

"You must send a message clearly! Let the whole of China and the world see clearly. From today on, the offensive and defensive momentum will be different!"

In an instant, the entire command center was in an uproar.

The sound of the radio machine's keys clicked as rapidly as rain, and the radio waves, carrying this shocking news, passed through the smoke, crossed the mountains and rivers, flew in all directions, and flew to every piece of land where fighting was still going on.

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At noon, the thick fog has just dissipated. The sun shines through the clouds and sprinkles on the slopes and sills on the banks of the Jialing River.

Suddenly, a loud child's voice cut through the streets.

"Extra! Extra! Great victory in Shandong Province! The Eighth Route Army completely wiped out the Japanese invaders!" The newsboy was waving the wet-ink New China Daily, running barefoot on the cobblestone road, his cheeks flushed with excitement. The waiter at the teahouse on the street grabbed him, stuffed a copper coin into his pocket, and hurriedly shouted:

"Quick! Give me one!"

The newspaper was quickly unfolded, and the bold text jumped into the eyes: The Eighth Route Army restored Lu Province, and the Japanese army was defeated on its entire line!

"I really won?!" The old man who sold noodles didn't even untied his apron and came over tremblingly.

"It's true! It's true!" The teacher in a long gown pointed at the newspaper, his voice trembling: "Look, there are photos on it. Even the commander of the 12th Army of the Japanese were shot dead!"

In an instant, the whole street seemed to be on fire.

Diners in the noodle shop dropped their chopsticks and rushed out the door, rickshaw drivers abandoned their rickshaws and squeezed into the crowd, and even foreign journalists at the church door raised their cameras and pressed the shutter button at the cheering crowd.

"Oh, God, please open your eyes!" An old lady with silver hair suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly. She had a piece of cloth with the words "Family of Anti-Japanese War Residents" pinned on her sleeve: "My son died in Xuzhou. His sacrifice was not in vain!"

On the corner of the street, several young students jumped onto the benches of wonton stalls, waved the newspaper and sang "Defend the Yellow River", which soon formed a chorus of hundreds of people.

The newspaper boy's bamboo basket had been snatched away long ago, so he simply climbed up the lamp post and shouted with all his might:
"The Republic of China is going to win! It's going to win!"

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Amid the sound, the air defense alarm tower across the river suddenly rang the bronze bell.

This is not a warning of an air raid, but a bell of people's celebration.

The bells rang one after another, causing ripples on the river and sending the good news to a farther place.

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Firecrackers in the mountain city shook the sky, and the people rushed to celebrate the great victory of the Eighth Route Army. In the Huangshan official residence, there is only a lonely lamp reflecting the bald face.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are ultimately incommunicable.

"Damn it, Keqin is incompetent and has humiliated the country!"

"Damn it! Ming San is incompetent! Looks like I have to leave!"

Even after outputting for several minutes, the bald head still felt a sense of depression in his heart.

He slammed the table so hard that the ink in the inkstone splashed out, leaving a few hideous black spots on the snow-white telegram.

The more I read, the angrier I got, and the angrier I got, the more upset I got.

Seeing a Huangpu 4th-term student riding on his face and outputting, Huangpu River Wolf grabbed the telegram on the table in his hand. His knuckles turned white from the force, and the paper made a rustling sound under the weight.

"How dare they, how dare they!"

The bald man's voice was extremely deep, like iron sand grinding out from the bottom of his throat, grinding people's eardrums with every word, and it carried an almost ferocious coldness.

The blue veins on his forehead thumped, and his eyes were fixed on the huge battle map on the wall.

There, the location of Lu Province has been circled heavily by the staff with a red pen, as dazzling as a nail piercing into his heart.

Although I know that speaking now is like angering the dragon scales. But considering that he had to give an explanation to the military and civilians across the country, Director Chen gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and finally handed the paper statement on both hands.

"Commissioner, do you want to send a commendation message to show..."

"Reward?" The bald man suddenly sneered and turned around abruptly. "Reward them for disobeying military orders and acting on their own? Reward them for buying the hearts of the people and expanding their territory?!"

After taking a few deep breaths, the Wolf of Huangpu River swallowed his anger. He slowly sank into the leather chair and began to think about how to deal with the great victory in Shandong Province.

"The Eighth Route Army won a battle in Shandong Province? OK, very good."

"Immediately send a commendation telegram in the name of Shancheng, saying that the 18th Army fought bravely and deserves praise. But we must emphasize that it was under our unified command that the fierce tigers in the forest achieved today's results."

Hearing this, Boss Dai, who had been hiding in the office for a long time, frowned slightly.

The cunning gentleman considered his words in his mind, and then asked in a questioning tone: "Principal, will this encourage the arrogance of the Eighth Route Army?"

Limited recognition and public opinion competition have always been a means of fighting for the right to speak in dried fruit.

Whenever the Eighth Route Army’s victory comes, the public opinion machine in the mountain city will start to move.

According to convention, the bald man would first emphasize the designation of the 18th Group Army of the National Revolutionary Army in the commendation order, and then tamper with the combat subject, changing the bloody battle of the Eighth Route Army in the battle report into the Chairman's strategic planning.

In this way, the victory can be attributed to the Chairman's good command under the eyes of the people.

This trick has been tried and tested and can be said to be a traditional art of making preserved fruits.

Hearing the hint from his intelligence chief, a sneer flashed across the bald man's face.

"Then let the Central Daily News publish an editorial at the same time, with the title "The victory of the war of resistance originated from the wise leadership of Shancheng"!"

"The number of casualties in the Eighth Route Army was magnified three times, so that Director Xu's people could speak out, saying that TG ignored the lives and death of the people and blindly attacked the tough. Nine out of ten households were empty in the area because the Eighth Route Army forced food and fodder."

After arranging the deployment of the public opinion battlefield, the bald man turned his attention to the national telegram. His eyes swept across the title and finally landed on the signature of the North Sea Fleet.

When he thought of his entire navy that had sunk into the river, he became extremely angry.

How long has it been, a group of mud legs can create a navy. Let them continue to develop, who will have the final say in the Republic of China in the future!
"Yanji, after the meeting is over, I would like you to go to the embassy and hand over these photos of the Eighth Route Army's 'private taxation' in Shandong Province to the reporters."

"Shizhi will also act with you. I want to see if Master Luo can withstand the pressure of public opinion."

"How can the commander be so arrogant and engaging with TG? They must stop aiding Liugong Island, even if they want to give warships, they have to give them to us!"

In the following meeting, the bald head and a group of senior officials continued to discuss many response plans.

But over and over again, it means returning power to the people, spreading rumors, alienating peasants and the national bourgeoisie, exposing diplomatic pressure, and institutional confrontation.

The only thing that can be considered a new trick is to award medals to the gentry and elders in Shandong, and invite them to come to the mountain city to discuss national affairs. (End of this chapter)