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"Sir, this is the latest battle report."

Yu Manli pushed open the door and came in, holding a telegram in her hand.

This female agent has now become Shen Wang's personal secretary.

As for the other secretary, she was standing behind Shen Wang, her slender hands gently massaging his shoulders.

Shen Wang took the telegram and leaned back in his chair.

The hands behind me were still pressing gently, with just the right amount of pressure. The thumbs slowly pushed down along my shoulder blades, each press perfectly timed.

Kaoshi Kusada knelt behind him, wearing a moon-white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing a section of her slender white forearm.

Her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears, swaying gently as she massaged her hair.

Two secretaries, one in charge of external affairs and the other in charge of internal affairs, served Shen Wang perfectly.

He wasn't worried about what tricks the two of them might play.

With the [Mini Map] warning buff, Shen Wang wasn't worried at all about what tricks the two might play.

Whether it's poisoning, assassination, or any other schemes plotting against him while he's asleep, the system will issue a warning before a life-or-death crisis.

This absolute sense of security allows him to enjoy everything before him without any worries.

Shen Wang unfolded the telegram, his gaze falling on those few lines of text.

The three armies advanced in unison, their momentum unstoppable.

The Taihang Mountains pressed down from the east, capturing three county towns in succession. The Japanese soldiers fled at the mere sight of them, offering no respect whatsoever.

The Japanese troops marched up from the south, led by tanks and armored vehicles. The Japanese had set up two lines of defense, but they collapsed at the first contact and ran faster than rabbits.

The Lüliang forces circled up from the west, with cavalry weaving through and infantry following, fighting with equal skill and discipline.

The Japanese troops in northwestern Shanxi are now in a terrible sorry state.

The 33rd and 41st Divisions, along with two brigades directly under the First Army and Kazuo Shinotsuka's headquarters, totaling fifty to sixty thousand Japanese soldiers, poured out from various strongholds in northwestern Shanxi, like a swarm of ants whose nest had been disturbed, running south without any sense of direction.

Moreover, they dared not take the main roads, so these fifty to sixty thousand people split into dozens of groups, some with three to five hundred people, some with a thousand or so, and ventured into the mountains, taking small paths, passing through forests, and crossing mountains and ridges.

The road was deserted, not a soul in sight, but the mountains were bustling with activity, with groups of people here and there.

Upon seeing this, Shen Wang's lips curled up.

"Even the Japanese devils have met their match?"

"They used to drive us into the mountains, but now it's the other way around!"

He continued reading.

The battle report also mentioned that the Japanese had lost a lot of things along the way.

Ammunition, provisions, and supplies were simply left lying on the roadside.

Shen Wang frowned slightly upon seeing this.

"Didn't the Japanese burn the supplies?"

Even if it's urgent, we can still burn those things, right?

But he soon figured it out.

It's not that we didn't want to burn them; these supplies were deliberately left behind by the Japanese.

These Japanese officers weren't stupid; they knew the Eighth Route Army was short of weapons and ammunition, so they would definitely stop and pick up the spoils of war scattered all over the ground.

Picking up items takes time, and that takes time, which slows down the pursuit.

The Japanese don't care how many guns or cannons they lose; all they care about now is time!

If they could delay the Eighth Route Army for even a moment longer, they could run another ten miles.

Shen Wang became happier and happier as he looked at it.

Those Japanese devils are really clever!

Therefore, not many Japanese soldiers were killed in the past few days. Those defeated soldiers went into the mountains, where they could not be hit by planes or artillery, and could not be caught up with.

But they did capture a lot of supplies.

Light and heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, mountain guns, and field guns were piled up in several warehouses.

The canned beef comes in boxes and cases!

He naturally looked down on these broken guns and cannons.

The Type 92 infantry gun? That thing isn't even worth as much as a single tube of the 107mm gun he pulled out.

The Type 38 rifle? It's not even a fraction as good as the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

But for the Eighth Route Army, these things were still treasures.

Shen Wang has only armed the troops in southeastern Shanxi to the teeth so well that the other troops are still poor.

In some places, a squad only had two or three guns, and the rest of the soldiers went to the battlefield carrying broadswords and red-tasseled spears.

These spoils weren't anything special, but they were better than nothing.

Shen Wang didn't exchange for weapons from the system because the armory in Zhicheng had already started production, and the Type 56 assault rifles and Type 56 semi-automatic rifles were being shipped out in boxes.

Before long, the entire Eighth Route Army will have completed the uniform change.

Shen Wang turned to the last page of the battle report and lingered on it for a moment.

The hands behind me were still pressing down, with consistent pressure, neither too light nor too heavy.

But my breathing changed; it felt like something was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

Kaohsiung's Kusada knelt behind him, his gaze fixed on the telegram.

She can read Chinese; she can understand every single word.

The 33rd Division fled, the 41st Division fled, the headquarters of the 1st Army fled, and two brigades scattered.

Fifty to sixty thousand imperial warriors are now like a flock of scattered sheep, running all over the mountains and fields, without even the courage to look back.

Her Imperial Japanese Army, the once invincible imperial soldiers, were now nothing more than a string of defeated numbers in this telegram.

Her fingers stiffened slightly.

Shen Wang sensed it.

He didn't turn around, but just smiled faintly.

"This is nothing."

He folded the telegram and placed it on the table.

"It's just taking back what rightfully belongs to us. It won't be long before I'm back at your headquarters!"

"hiss--!"

Kaohsiung's breathing suddenly caught in his throat.

Her fingers rested on his shoulder, motionless, as if she were frozen in place by something.

Headquarters?

Can't you?

Although the Imperial Army is currently suffering repeated defeats, the invincible Navy still exists!

Even if things go badly, we can retreat to the Kyushu main island; surely we won't be driven back to the mainland?

She bit her lip and swallowed the words back.

I dare not ask, nor dare I think.

Shen Wang ignored her little schemes and instead teased her again:

"When that day comes, I'll have your Emperor pass the throne to you, and you'll become the Empress of the Great Japanese Empire. How about that?"

Kao's hand stopped completely.

The Empress of the Empire?

These words exploded in her mind, buzzing.

After a long while, she lowered her eyelids, her lips slightly upturned, and then she bowed gracefully.

"At that time, I will definitely contact my godfather to help you, sir."

Shen Wang smiled and said it wasn't impossible.

Kusada Takashi's adoptive father was none other than Kanji Ishihara, known as the Empire's foremost military strategist.

He's someone who can be considered somewhat of a figure.

It's not that you can't talk to someone like that.

It's better to support a puppet government than to fight a bunch of lunatics to the death.

But that's a story for another time.

Shen Wang put down his teacup, picked up the phone on the table, and shook the handle twice.

"Get me to Zhicheng Airport."

The phone rang a few times before being answered quickly.

"Gao Zilong?"

"Mr. Shen!" Gao Zilong's voice came through the receiver, loud and clear.

"Get to work. Take your men and go hunt down the Japanese devils."

"To add a bit of fun to the Japanese soldiers' escape route."

"Remember, only use machine guns. Whoever kills the most gets a prize."

The Japanese troops were scattered into dozens of retreating groups. Using bombers would be too inefficient, but using Q-5 fighters to raid a wave of territory would be no problem.

Just treat it as part of your daily training!