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"Now, the opportunity has finally arrived!"

Yamamoto Ichiki's lips curled slightly as he muttered to himself.

Commander Gangcun mobilized 250,000 troops from across North China to attack southeastern Shanxi from all directions.

Everyone thought this was a decisive battle that would determine the fate of North China.

Only Yamamoto Ichiki himself knew.

That army of 250,000 was nothing but a decoy.

It was merely bait used to distract the Eighth Route Army.

He, Yamamoto Ichiki, and his 120 special forces members were the real killer move in Commander Okamura's hands.

When the entire Shanxi province was engulfed in flames of war, and when all the main forces of the Eighth Route Army were dispatched to various battlefields to resist the Imperial Army's offensive.

He will lead his special forces team to quietly infiltrate the uninhabited areas of the Taihang Mountains.

Bypassing all the sentry posts and all the defenses, they infiltrated the city undetected.

Then, when no one expects it, it launches a fatal blow!

Even if it's a suicide attack, even if it's a one-way trip.

He's going to kill that guy surnamed Shen too!

Yamamoto Ichiki slowly raised his head and took off his sunglasses.

His gaze swept over the 120 team members in front of him.

These people were his most loyal subordinates, brothers who had crawled out of piles of corpses with him.

He knew that this journey would be fraught with peril, with only a slim chance of survival.

But he knew even more that none of them would back down.

"Warriors of the Empire!"

Yamamoto Ichiki's voice was low, yet it carried a power that penetrated the heart.

"A month ago, we suffered a crushing defeat in Shanxi Province."

"We lost our position, we lost our brothers, we lost the honor of our Yamamoto Special Forces."

"For the past month, we've been hiding in Beiping like stray dogs, afraid to see anyone."

"Everyone is laughing at us, calling us trash, saying we are a disgrace to the empire."

His voice suddenly rose, and his eyes flashed with the flames of revenge:

"But now! The time for revenge has come!"

"Commander Gangcun has already mobilized 250,000 troops and is attacking southeastern Shanxi. All the main forces of the Eighth Route Army are tied down at the front line."

"Zhicheng is now an undefended ghost town!"

"Our mission is to infiltrate Zhicheng and kill that bastard surnamed Shen!"

"Let his blood wash away our shame!"

"Let his life be a tribute to his fallen brothers!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

"Cut the board! Cut the board! Cut the board!"

One hundred and twenty special forces soldiers simultaneously raised their rifles and roared in low voices.

Their voices were not loud, but they were filled with overwhelming hatred and determination.

A bloodthirsty glint shone in everyone's eyes.

Like Yamamoto Ichiki, they had been holding back their anger for a long time.

They had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Yamamoto Ichiki nodded in satisfaction.

He suddenly waved his hand and said sternly:

"Set off!"

There was no unnecessary chatter, no tedious rituals.

One hundred and twenty special forces soldiers immediately turned around and disappeared into the vast night.

Like a group of ghosts, they silently slipped into the deep forests of the Taihang Mountains.

No one knew of their existence.

No one knew that a deadly dagger had silently pierced Zhicheng's heart.

The night grew even darker.

War raged across North China.

An army of 250,000 is advancing step by step towards southeastern Shanxi.

……

Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

The lights stayed on all night, and the huge battle map was covered with dense markings in red and blue pencils.

Several CEOs sat around the table, their teacups long since cold, but their gazes remained sharp as eagles.

"Reporting to the Deputy Commander! Urgent telegram from the 2nd Tank Regiment!"

The communications officer pushed open the door and entered, the telegram in his hand still warm from the ink.

"The ambush at Qingshixia has failed; the Japanese military train is empty!"

"The three divisions disembarked 20 kilometers west of Yangquan and have now broken up into smaller units and entered the Taihang Mountains. They are using sparrow tactics to harass the 2nd Tank Regiment in an attempt to delay our army's return to reinforce."

The deputy commander took the telegram, glanced at it, and casually handed it to the division commander beside him, a knowing, cold smile playing on his lips.

"As expected, that old devil Okamura still has some brains; he didn't actually send three divisions into the fire."

"I knew he would pull this stunt."

The division commander put down the telegram and tapped the table: "Using three divisions as bait to tie down our main armored force, what do you think his real trump card is?"

"I guess it's scenario five," a big shot said first.

"I think it's scenario six." Another bigwig shook his head.

The operations room was silent; everyone was deep in thought.

Just then, the chief of staff, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep:

"I guess it's situation eight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire operations room fell silent.

Everyone looked up sharply at the Chief of Staff, their faces filled with disbelief.

The vice president paused, his brow furrowing.

"Situation eight? No way? Is Okamura really willing to stake all his resources in North China?"

"It's not impossible."

The chief of staff pointed to southeastern Shanxi on the map and said, word by word, "Our factories are operating at full capacity now. The longer we delay, the worse it will be for Gangcun!"

"If I were Okamura, I'd take this opportunity to go all out!"

The chief of staff had barely finished speaking when the communications officer burst in, carrying a stack of telegrams, his face grave.

"Reporting to all bosses! Latest intelligence!"

"The 23rd and 24th Divisions of the Eastern Inner Mongolia Army Corps are heading south under the cover of night. They have already passed Zhangkou and are heading towards Datong!"

"Five elite brigades of the puppet Manchukuo army, the 17th and 18th Divisions of the 12th Army in North China, plus two independent mixed brigades..."

"Preliminary statistics indicate that the Japanese have mobilized approximately 250,000 troops, which are converging on southeastern Shanxi from all directions!"

After the telegram was read, the operations room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone gasped in shock.

That's really the situation.

Gangcun, that madman, has really staked everything he has in North China.

An army of 250,000 men was mobilized in full force.

This was the largest offensive launched by the Japanese army in North China since the outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan.

"OK."

After a long silence, the vice president suddenly sneered, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up.

"Since Okamura wants to go all out, then we'll play along to the end!"

"He wants a decisive battle, then let's fight him to the death!"

"That's right!"

The chief of staff also stood up, his eyes burning with fighting spirit: "Previously in Shanxi Province, we wiped out over 100,000 Japanese and puppet troops, which means we gained over 100,000 more guns!"

"Furthermore, Mr. Shen's factory has been working day and night to produce 30,000 Type 56 assault rifles. While this may not be enough to equip everyone with one, it's definitely enough to ensure everyone has a gun!"

"And we also have our 107mm rocket launchers, Katyusha rocket launchers, and 122mm self-propelled howitzers, totaling over two hundred! Our firepower density is in no way inferior to the Japanese!"

"Even without armored units, we are not afraid of him in a head-on confrontation!"