Liang Jian: Commander, save some for me

When Itai Seishiro heard the busy tone on the phone, he felt relieved. He almost thought that his life was going to end, but at the same time, he also understood that things had come to the final moment.

If he fails to annihilate this Northeastern Army, everything will be over and the commander will not be able to save him.

"Someone come here!" Itagaki Seishirō gave an order, and a Japanese soldier quickly pushed open the door and walked in.

"Division Commander." The Japanese soldier saluted Itagaki Seishirō.

"Send a telegram to the Fukada Brigade of the 16th Division immediately and ask them to rush to support the 20th Division as soon as possible!" Itakane Seishirō gave the order. He didn't want the 20th Division to be lost.

"Hi!" The Japanese soldier immediately turned around and left the office.

"Damn Mu Jin! He caused me heavy losses again!" Itaheng Seishiro's hatred for Mu Jin has reached its peak.

.........

At this time, after receiving the telegram from Itakune Seishirō, Brigadier General Fukada ordered his troops to advance at full speed. He no longer cared whether there were ambushes on the road. He just wanted to reach the destination as soon as possible and rescue the 20th Division.

"Brigade Commander, we can't contact the division commander. Could something have happened?!" A Japanese regiment commander came to Brigade Commander Fukada to report.

"No, it has been less than twenty minutes since the division commander sent the telegram. There is no way the enemy can defeat a regiment guarding the division commander in such a short time." Brigade Commander Fukada shook his head and said!

The regiment guarding the division commander is the strongest regiment, which is by no means comparable to ordinary troops.

"But now we can't contact the division commander." The Japanese regiment commander became worried. If the division commander was fine, why wouldn't he reply to the telegram?

"Maybe the radio station was accidentally blown up by the enemy, so it couldn't reply. Don't think too much. The most important thing now is to rescue the 20th Division!" Brigade Commander Fukada analyzed.

"Hi!" The Japanese regiment commander could only nod and say nothing more, but he still felt that the division commander might have been in trouble.

How could there be such a coincidence that the enemy just happened to blow up the radio station.

"Brigade Commander, how did it turn out like this?!" The Japanese regiment commander felt frustrated. He had made so many preparations, but in the end, not only did he fail to destroy the Northeast Army, but he was instead outwitted by that Northeast Army.

"In the final analysis, I still underestimated this Northeast Army. However, I can roughly guess how many people there are in this Northeast Army.
Their number is about 6,000 to 7,000, and their combat effectiveness is very strong. "Brigade Commander Fukada said that although they failed to cause casualties to the enemy, they also found out the approximate number of the enemy.

The troops that attacked the division commander had at least three to four thousand men, and the Northeast Army that attacked the 20th Division was estimated to have around three thousand men.

Only in this way could the 20th Division feel such great pressure. The main reason was that the 20th Division believed that the enemy still had reserve troops, so they thought that the enemy that attacked them was all.

This led to mistakes, and similarly, the division commander made an error in judgment, which gave the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

"A force of six or seven thousand people can cause us such heavy losses. Their strength is a bit too terrifying." The Japanese commander was scared.

With the same number of people, I am afraid that no other army can compete with this Northeast Army.

"Indeed, I really don't know how they were trained." Brigade Commander Fukada also agreed.

If this had happened in the past, let alone a Chinese army of 6,000 or 7,000 people, even an Empire Class B division of 60,000 or 70,000 people would have been able to defeat the enemy.

But now, their two divisions were being fooled by the Northeast Army of 6,000 to 7,000 people, and even the 20th Division was in danger of being destroyed.

Even the headquarters of the 16th Division was attacked by the enemy, and the division commander was in danger of being annihilated by the enemy. In the past, this would have been impossible.

.........

Boom boom boom......

When Renjiu Matsushita heard the huge explosion coming from the howitzer position, he couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't even need to guess to know that the enemy had blown up the heavy howitzer.

Thinking of this, Matsushita Renkyu felt heartbroken. There were not many heavy howitzers in their division, and they were blown up by the enemy. The loss was really too great.

The key point is that not only were their division’s howitzers gone, but even several of the 16th Division’s were probably destroyed. The loss was simply an astronomical figure.

"How can you repair it! Damn enemy!" Matsushita Renjiu cursed, but he could do nothing except cursing.

After the explosion, both the Northeast Army and the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army that attacked them have stopped their attacks, and the battlefield is eerily quiet.

The Japanese soldiers in the trenches could even hear each other's breathing. Many recruits had died, and not many survived.

Their hands were shaking as they held the guns. This was their first time in combat, and yet they were beaten like this by the enemy. It made them doubt their lives for a moment. The imperial troops were said to be invincible, but how could any battle end up in such a tragic situation?

"Division Commander, the enemies on both sides seem to have retreated. Should we send someone to see what's going on?!" The Japanese regiment commander came to Matsushita Renkyu and said.

He wanted to send someone to confirm whether the enemy had really retreated, otherwise he would just keep waiting and worrying.

"There is no need to send anyone to investigate. Just wait quietly for the reinforcements to arrive to avoid unnecessary casualties. We don't have many soldiers in our division." Matsushita Renkyu shook his head and refused.

Send people to check the enemy's position. If the enemy has not left, those who go will never come back. Their losses are already great enough, so it would be better to keep some more people in the army.

"Hi!" The Japanese captain nodded.

.........

An hour and a half later, one of the battalions of the 16th Division arrived less than three miles away from the headquarters.

"Captain, it's too quiet at the headquarters. Could something have happened to the division commander?!" said a Japanese lieutenant colonel, swallowing his saliva. At this distance and at night, if the headquarters was still fighting, there would definitely be sounds of gunfire.

But now, nothing was heard, and the silence was scary.

"Don't talk nonsense. Maybe the enemy couldn't take us down after a long siege, so they chose to retreat!" The Japanese regiment commander scolded. In fact, he was also extremely panicked.

"Pass the order down and let the troops speed up their advance!" The Japanese regiment commander gave the order, and the troops quickly increased their running speed.

Ten minutes later, the troops arrived at the headquarters. When they saw that all the tents at the headquarters had collapsed and the ground was full of corpses, they were all stunned.

"How is this possible?!" the Japanese captain said with a trembling voice. He even rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

However, the rising sun revealed the scene before his eyes. He was not mistaken. There was indeed no one standing in the command center.

"Lian, Lieutenant Colonel..." the Japanese lieutenant colonel stuttered.

"Hurry up and search to see if there are any survivors. The most important thing is to find the division commander!" The Japanese regiment commander gave the order without any hesitation.

Soon, the troops took action, and the Japanese soldiers searched the battlefield for survivors, but they found that every body had been shot in the head by the enemy. The enemy's method was so brutal that the soldiers had no chance of survival.

The Japanese regiment commander was also searching. The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder. From the bullet craters left on the ground, it could be judged that the enemy's firepower was extremely fierce.

"Captain, the enemy's artillery bombardment killed many soldiers." The Japanese lieutenant colonel analyzed that there were no trenches dug here at the command center, which meant that when they were bombarded by artillery fire, there was no place to hide. The only thing waiting for them was death.

"Well!" The Japanese regiment commander nodded with a heavy expression. He also realized that after being ambushed by the enemy and being covered by such fierce artillery fire, even if this regiment was the elite among the elite, it still could not stop the enemy.

"The regiment commander has found the body of the division commander!" At this moment, a Japanese captain ran over and shouted.

"What?! Where is he?!" When the Japanese regiment commander heard the news, he felt like the sky had fallen. He did not expect that the division commander was actually killed by the enemy.

"Follow me quickly." The Japanese captain led the way.

Soon, they came to a corpse. The corpse was unrecognizable. He was killed by a shell. The military uniform on his body was tattered. The identity of the man could only be judged by his body shape and the epaulettes on his shoulders.

"Division Commander!" The Japanese regiment commander looked at the corpse and his eyes suddenly turned red. The division commander who had been in the military for half his life was actually killed by the enemy here.

He had been hoping for a lucky break, thinking that the division commander might have been captured. He would then lead his men to chase him, and maybe be able to rescue him.

"Have someone carry the division commander's body back to Taiyuan on a stretcher." The Japanese regiment commander ordered.

"Hi!" The Japanese lieutenant colonel nodded. At this moment, the Japanese battalions from the other two directions also rushed back.

The Japanese commander leading the team hurriedly inquired about the situation. When they learned the news that Nakajima Imago had been killed, the two Japanese commanders were still reluctant to believe it until they saw the body with their own eyes.

"Damn it! I want revenge for the division commander!" One of the commanders was furious and was about to lead the team to chase the enemy.

"Baga! What's the point of chasing him now? Judging from the stiffness of the corpse, the division commander has been dead for more than an hour. Where are you going to chase him?! And how do you know that the enemy won't ambush you halfway!" The Japanese regiment commander scolded hurriedly.

Now that the division commander has died, if there are more casualties, it will be unacceptable for the troops.

When these words were spoken, the two Japanese commanders were stunned, because what they said made sense.

"I will first send a telegram to Brigade Commander Fukada to report this matter and see what he says." The Japanese regiment commander asked the telegraph operator to send the telegram.

.........

The red sun rose in the east, and the sunlight shone on the battlefield. In the trenches lay corpses of Japanese soldiers one after another. Matsushita Lianjiu looked at the situation in the trenches and was speechless for a moment.

It is really heartbreaking to see the soldiers who were trained with great difficulty disappear just like that. It is not because these soldiers are too weak, but because the enemy is too strong.

This plan should not have been implemented from the beginning, and it resulted in such serious consequences and too many casualties.

A few minutes later, Brigade Commander Fukada and his men arrived.

"Division Commander Matsushita, where is the enemy? Have they retreated?!" Brigade Commander Fukada asked.

"We should have retreated. I'm lucky to have come back alive." Matsushita Renkyu sighed. He felt that if the enemy was determined to eat them up before retreating, they could do it.

"Division Commander Matsushita, didn't you use poison gas bombs?!" asked Brigade Commander Fukada.

"We used it, but it didn't seem to cause much damage to the enemy. On the contrary, when I ordered my men to charge, they were attacked fiercely by the enemy, and many people were killed and injured." Matsushita Renkyu responded. If it weren't for this, their division should have been able to survive with another two to three thousand people.

"What?! How is this possible?! These poison gas bombs have all been tested, so there will basically be no problems." Brigade Commander Fukada was shocked when he heard this.

"I guess it's because the enemy's physique is too strong. After all, poison gas bombs will take effect much slower on people with strong physiques." Matsushita Renkyu began to explain.

"Of course, it is also possible that the enemy has been guarding against our use of poison gas bombs, so they prepared a large number of gas masks in advance." Matsushita Renkyu continued.

"The latter is unlikely. With so many enemies, how could they all be equipped with gas masks?" Brigade Commander Fukada denied.

"I think so too. The only possibility is the former. Alas... it's a bit outrageous." Matsushita Renkyu sighed.

"I think these poison gases are not useless, they just take longer to work. But there must be a lot of people who have been infected.

Later in the fight, they found that they had health problems, so they chose to retreat. Otherwise, they had the upper hand, and it might not be a problem for them to destroy you before my support arrived. "Said Brigade Commander Fukada.

He believed that the poison gas bombs developed by the Empire would not be useless. After all, they had been used on the battlefield before and had achieved good results.

"That makes sense, that should be the case. What's the situation with Division Commander Nakajima? Is he out of danger?!" Matsushita Renkyu changed the subject.

He now wanted to know more about Nakajima Imao's situation. He had not replied to the telegram before, and he always felt that something had happened to him.

"I don't know either. We have sent people back for support. If nothing goes wrong, they should have arrived. Now we can only wait." Brigade Commander Fukada shook his head. He was also worried!

Seeing the casualties on Matsushita Renkyu's side, he could roughly imagine how strong the enemy's combat effectiveness was. If the enemy had not retreated on their own, the 20th Division might have been wiped out.

"I hope Division Commander Nakajima can survive this crisis." Matsushita Renkyu sighed. He deeply understood how strong the combat effectiveness of this Northeastern Army was.

(End of this chapter)