Show the sword, start from the guerrillas

Outside Xinxiang, in an unnamed village, Saito Ruiran took off his military cap and threw it on the table: "Baga... retreat, go back to the county!" "Ha Yi..."

With the escort of his attendants and civilian staff, Saito decisively returned to the county town, intending to rely on the county town to seek a moment of safety. As for how to bear the responsibility for the failure of today's battle? Now there is a shortage of troops everywhere, and he, a major general, can be pulled in to be the commander of a division. I guess they won't dismiss him, right? Anyway, there are too many failed battles now, and he doesn't need one more...

The Japanese quietly returned to the county. Of course, only Saito's divisional headquarters and the escort team did not go back! Well, they couldn't go back because they either died outside the nameless village or were bombed into cannon fodder. If it weren't for the 3rd Regiment on the northbound railway line, this temporary division could have been announced to be completely wiped out...

"Comrades, come on, bring a few more people, press down the muzzle of the gun..." In the mulberry forest, a battalion commander led hundreds of soldiers and took the most primitive method, struggling to drag out the 105mm howitzers one by one. Then, they found the draft horses of the Japanese and hooked them up, and drove them eastward.

Although these 105mm howitzers have no shells to use, there will always be battles later, so just capture them! If they are really useless, we can't leave them to the devil, right?

They were cleaning up the battlefield, and the Wuming Village position naturally got the news, and the comrades no longer hid and came out to clean up the battlefield. However, because the position was so large, the comrades had to run all the way, and ran a long way, to carry the bodies of the devils together.

At this time, the militia also rushed over from other villages and quickly pulled the flatbed truck over to help the Eighth Route Army. The militia comrades had helped a lot in cleaning up the battlefield and were familiar with it!

A lot of people were paying attention to this battle in the Hebei-Shandong-Henan Military Region. Not only the Japanese and the Eighth Route Army were paying close attention to it, but also observers from the Central Army, the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army and even the Eagle Sauce Family were paying attention to it.

At the Matan headquarters, the telephone kept ringing and the telegraph machine kept ticking.

"Deputy Commander-in-Chief, the latest battle report from Hebei, Shandong and Henan: The 12th Regiment of Hebei, Shandong and Henan, the Special Forces Regiment, and the Artillery Regiment have launched an artillery attack on the Japanese reinforcements leaving the city... Now it has been confirmed that the two infantry regiments of the Japanese have been completely wiped out... Commander Song asked if we should expand the victory and take Xinxiang at the same time?"

"Don't fight yet, let's keep them. We have expanded too fast recently and need to stabilize the rear! Now, let's use the border of the base we occupy as the ceasefire line. If the devils don't come, we won't fight them! Tell all military districts and sub-districts that it's time to stop the attack and stabilize our base! In the battles during this period, except for the Taihang 9th Sub-district, which had little casualties, all other sub-districts suffered casualties."

"So, the army needs to rest, the troops need to be replenished, the new recruits need to be trained, and the newly occupied areas also need to consolidate the management capabilities of the local governments. Winter is coming soon, so it is a good time to reorganize the armaments, reorganize the rear, and train new troops in this winter, so as to launch a second full-scale offensive in the spring of next year! By then, the entire North China will be liberated, and we will move towards the Northeast!"

"Well, just follow this order and send a telegram to northern Shaanxi to report and see if there are any instructions from there!" The deputy commander-in-chief looked at the various data and made the latest response.

"What about the Tongpu Railway?" asked the chief of staff.

"Over there, let's maintain the status quo. We have already connected to the Yellow River to the west. It depends on the next reaction of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. Aren't places like Taiyuan, Taigu and Yuci reserved for them? That is the base camp of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. With such a good opportunity, it depends on whether Yan Laoxi has the courage to take it back! As long as they don't provoke us, let them attack the county town, don't say we are immoral!" "Actually, what I'm worried about here is Hu Zongnan's hundreds of thousands of troops! They are the elite of the Central Army, and the best heavy artillery regiment under the bald man is over there."

"Heavy artillery also depends on who has the right to use it! I think the battle in Hebei, Shandong and Henan not only frightened the Japanese, but that bald guy is probably starting to get angry now, right?"

"Damn... you are all a bunch of rubbish! If you were all like Fang Xianqie, you wouldn't have been beaten like this! From this battle report, it seems that the Japanese army is in a state of decline. After we have learned from our mistakes, it is time to launch a counterattack against the Japanese army in some areas and strive to regain some territory! In addition, in northern Shaanxi... do you think we have the ability to go north?"

"Commissioner, the timing is not right. If the name is not right, the words will not flow, and if the words are not flowing, the work will not be accomplished..."

Hankou, the headquarters of the Japanese Sixth Area Army. Okamura Yasuji looked at the map and drew a red and blue pencil along the Pinghan Line from Hankou all the way up, finally stopping in Xinxiang, and then drew a circle on the edge.

"It's just this small place, but I, a division, plus 50 tanks, couldn't take it. Moreover, the Eighth Route Army seemed to have many ways to deal with tanks. My tanks were all wiped out there and didn't play the role they should have... So what should we do next? Pinghan Line, Longhai Line... There is no way out without troops."

After a sigh, Gangcun continued to look at the map, searching for the location of the Eighth Route Army heading south. Because of the presence of the detachment heading south, Gangcun had to allocate a lot of troops for defense, which was really difficult to maintain.

"Then let's maintain the status quo. It's best if the Chinese battlefield can maintain the status quo. The battlefield on the Eastern Front is a matter of life and death..." After studying for a long time, Gangcun made the most helpless choice.

"Xinhua Radio, Xinhua Radio, now broadcasting the latest battlefield report. Our station reports that our heroic Eighth Route Army's Shanxi-Hebei-Shandong-Henan Military Sub-district has been in the recent defensive battle... The following is news about the large-scale production plan. Now that we have entered winter, our various bases are actively preparing for irrigation work before winter..."

"Next, please enjoy the song 'Dream Camel Bell' sung by our art troupe... Now it's the latest song 'My Motherland' created by our Ninth Art Troupe, sung by Guo..."

"A big river, wide waves, the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides..." In a humble village on the bank of the Songhua River in the northeast, Hu Lanzhou put down the radio in her hand and let the sound spread throughout the house, but tears were rolling down her eyes. In the next room, Tian Chuan and others, who were also listening to the song, were dissecting the news conveyed by their superiors from the news reports.

PS: Just one chapter, I need to think about the rest. (End of this chapter)