You are ordered to support the War of Resistance against Japan; China enters Level 1 combat readines

The banquet hall door was pushed open for the third time.

This time, the communications soldier practically rushed in, his face pale, covered in sweat, his uniform soaked through.

As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

Everyone in the banquet hall was stunned.

Okamura's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly stood up.

"What's wrong?"

The communications soldier looked up, his voice trembling:

"Reporting, Commander! Urgent telegram from Quancheng—Eighth Route Army tanks have broken through the trenches and are advancing at full speed towards Quancheng!"

"A total of 80 tanks! 80 armored vehicles! Hundreds of troop transport trucks! At least tens of thousands of troops!"

"The 37th Division... requests tactical guidance!"

boom--!

The banquet hall erupted in chaos.

"What?! Eighty tanks? And eighty armored vehicles?"

"How is that possible!"

"What about the trench? Isn't that trench supposed to trap tanks?"

"How much time has passed? Ten minutes?"

Okamura's face turned extremely ugly in an instant.

He managed to stand by holding onto the table.

Eighty tanks.

Eighty armored vehicles.

Tens of thousands of troops.

Can Anda's 37th Division hold out?

Okamura's mind raced with various thoughts.

To save or not to save?

If we don't save them, Jinan will be in grave danger!

With the loss of Quancheng, the Zhengtai Railway was cut off, and with the Zhengtai Railway cut off, the troops in Shanxi Province were completely isolated.

If it can be saved...

What if the Eighth Route Army besieges the point and attacks reinforcements?

If reinforcements are ambushed on the way, the loss will be more than just a division.

If things go wrong, Shanxi Province, Henan Province, and even the entire North China region could be implicated!

The surrounding officers were also arguing.

"We have to save him! We can't lose the boy's potential!"

"We can't save them! What if it's a siege attack to lure reinforcements?"

"The Anda Division is over there! A whole division!"

"So what if it's just one division? Is it worth sacrificing even more troops for one division?"

"you--"

"That's enough!"

Gangcun slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes clang loudly.

The banquet hall fell silent instantly.

Okamura took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He looked at the communications soldier and said, slowly and deliberately:

"Reply to Adachi-kun—Jinan must be defended! The Zhengtai Line cannot be lost!"

"But reinforcements need time to assemble. Tell him to hold out for two more days, no matter what!"

In the end, Okamura decided to carry out the rescue!

Jinan is so important!

However, Okamura wouldn't be foolish enough to use piecemeal tactics, giving the Eighth Route Army the opportunity to defeat them one by one and besiege them to catch reinforcements.

He wants to mobilize a large force and succeed in one fell swoop!

But that will take time!

So he told Adachi Twenty-Three to hold out for two more days!

"Tell Adachi-kun to hold on! Reinforcements will arrive within two days!"

"Hey!"

The communications soldier nodded emphatically and turned to run.

however--

Before he could even run out the door, the banquet hall door was pushed open again.

Another communications soldier rushed in.

This time, his face was even paler than before, his lips were trembling, and he looked like he had been pulled out of the water.

"Reporting, reporting to Commander! Quancheng... Quancheng..."

He was panting heavily and could barely speak.

A strong sense of unease welled up in Okamura's heart.

"What's wrong with Jinan? Tell me!"

The communications soldier swallowed hard, raised the telegram in his hand, and spoke in a voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"The Eighth Route Army's new fighter planes...parachuted into Jinan...and launched a surprise attack on the 37th Division headquarters..."

"Commander Adachi...led all the regimental commanders of the 37th Division...to commit seppuku...to atone to the Emperor..."

"This is... Commander Adachi's last telegram..."

boom--!

The banquet hall was deathly silent.

Everyone's expression froze on their faces.

Okamura felt as if he had been struck by lightning!

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But he didn't say anything.

Has Jinan been lost?

Adachi had a cesarean section?

How long has it been?

Has half an hour passed since the first battle report was issued?

Half an hour, an entire division was wiped out?

And then there's the new fighter jets... the airborne command post... This script sounds so familiar!

Gangcun's face went from deathly pale to bright red, and then from bright red to a deep liver color.

Then--

puff--!

A mouthful of blood gushed out.

Blood mist filled the air, splattering across the table in front of them.

Okamura Neiji swayed, then fell straight backward.

"Commander!"

"Commander!"

"Call the medics immediately!"

The banquet hall instantly descended into chaos.

Several officers rushed up to support Gangcun. Some were shouting, some were making phone calls, and some stood there at a loss.

The victory celebration that was just moments ago so lively has now turned into chaos.

The food and wine on the table were still steaming.

The banners are still fluttering in the wind.

"Nakatiao Mountain Victory Ceremony..."

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire..."

……

To govern the city.

Shen Wang sat in the chair, his fingertips lightly resting on the table, his expression calm.

Just then, a clear and familiar mechanical voice rang out in his mind without warning.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the mission and receiving the reward: a Diamond-level 10-pull (guaranteed SSR)]

Shen Wang smiled.

It became.

Mission accomplished, reward in hand!

The last batch of aircraft drawn up included twenty-four J-5s and twelve J-6s, a fully-equipped Class A motorized infantry brigade, and a large-scale modern arsenal—each a piece of hard currency capable of directly rewriting the course of the war.

What incredible treasure will be unearthed this time?

The smile on his lips grew wider and wider, and he almost burst out laughing.

Yu Manli, who was quietly serving him, took in all his subtle changes.

This former top assassin of the Kuomintang, who once struck fear into the hearts of traitors and spies, was now dressed in simple, plain clothes, without any adornment, yet his figure and eyes still exuded an undeniable stunning beauty.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisitely beautiful, her skin was fair and radiant, and her long eyelashes cast soft shadows as they fell.

Only those who have experienced life and death, slaughter, darkness and struggle possess this calm yet somewhat broken temperament.

She stood quietly to the side, her waist slender and her figure graceful. Even though it was just an ordinary standing posture, it was impossible to look away at first glance.

Seeing Shen Wang suddenly smile to himself, a hint of curiosity flickered in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes. She took a slight step and said softly:

"Sir, have you thought of something interesting?"

Shen Wang turned his head to look at her.

His gaze lingered on her delicate features, then a playful smile appeared on his face.

He reached out and gently pinched her cheek with his fingertips.

It has a delicate and smooth texture, incredibly soft and bouncy, like the finest mutton fat jade, and as soft as silk. Once you touch it with your fingertips, you won't want to let go.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

His voice was not loud, and his tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority and control.

Yu Manli's smile vanished instantly, she even softened her breathing, and quickly lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

"I'm so sorry, sir, it was Manly who spoke out of turn!"

There was a hint of barely perceptible fear in her voice, as if she was afraid that a single word she uttered would displease the person in front of her.

Shen Wang looked at her docile and obedient appearance and chuckled inwardly.

This once aloof, ruthless, and solitary female agent has been tamed by him into such a submissive person.

As obedient as a kitten.

What have they set it to...?

Just as he was about to speak, a soldier's voice came from the doorway reporting:

"Report! The Flying Tigers have returned victorious and are back in Zhicheng!"

Shen Wang's eyes lit up, and he instantly perked up, standing up immediately.

"Let's go out and greet our victorious warriors!"