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at the same time.

Beiping, the headquarters of the North China Army.

Just as Shen Wang was drinking and chatting with the brigade commander and others, Tada Shun, who had been in a coma for many days, finally woke up!

After vomiting blood and falling into a coma, Tada Shun was consumed by rage and remained in a coma ever since.

After a period of treatment and recuperation by the Japanese military doctors, he finally regained full consciousness.

The first thing Tada Shun did upon waking up was to convene a meeting!

The Fourth Meeting!

That damned, ghost-like tank had become a thorn in his side, a problem that had to be removed!

If it is not completely destroyed, Tada Toshi, and indeed the entire North China Area Army, will forever be nailed to the pillar of shame of the Imperial Army!

Soon, a group of high-ranking North China Army officers gathered in the headquarters' operations room!

Tada Shun's voice was still somewhat weak, but his tone carried an undeniable madness: "Gentlemen... the old methods won't work anymore!"

"The army's heavy tanks can't do anything to it, and they can't catch it even if they try to surround and intercept it! But no matter how powerful it is, it's just a steel turtle crawling on the ground!"

When a person gets ruthless, they'll even curse themselves!

"Iron Turtle" was the nickname the Eighth Route Army used to give to Japanese tanks.

Tada Shun continued in a deep voice, "We must change our strategy!"

"Order all troops in Shanxi Province to spare no effort, even if it means turning the entire province upside down, to find the trace of that tank!"

"Once the position is locked, immediately call for air support!"

If the army isn't working, then let's switch to the air force!

"I don't believe a 250kg aerial bomb couldn't destroy it!"

"If one isn't enough, then ten! If ten aren't enough, then a hundred!"

At this point, Tada Shun was close to going insane!

If he can't take this tank, he won't even need the headquarters to intervene; he'll lose face as the commander-in-chief of the North China Army!

The Japanese officers present exchanged bewildered glances. Seeing Tada Shun's near-mad state, none dared to voice any objections, and could only bow their heads in disapproval.

"Hi! Commander, you are wise!"

The meeting proceeded in this eerie atmosphere, with Tada Shun planning how to mobilize ground troops for a comprehensive search and how to coordinate a rapid response from the air force.

I must say, the plan is very detailed!

If Tada Shun's plan is carried out as planned, the 99A might not be able to withstand dozens of aerial bombs.

However, just as Tada Shun finally breathed a sigh of relief—

The door to the operations room was flung open, and a communications staff officer, pale-faced, practically tumbled in.

"Report...Reporting to Commander! Urgent telegram from Taiyuan! The Third Air Brigade..."

"Baka! What's the panic! What kind of behavior is this?!"

Tada Shun, his thoughts interrupted, frowned in displeasure and snapped, "Explain yourself! What happened to the Third Flying Brigade?"

The staff officer swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "Urgent report from the 3rd Flying Brigade! Its 1st Flying Squadron has been ordered to carry out a bombing mission in the Yangcun area of ​​Shanxi Province, but is en route..."

"On the way... they encountered... a powerful anti-aircraft attack from the Eighth Route Army... ten... ten Type 97 heavy bombers... all... completely destroyed!"

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"What?!"

"Ten heavy bombers? All destroyed?"

"This is impossible!!"

"Baka! What nonsense are you spouting?"

The operations room erupted in chaos!

All the Japanese officers were so shocked that they jumped up from their seats, completely dumbfounded!

Losing ten heavy bombers in one fell swoop?

Are you kidding me!

This is even more unacceptable than the previous news of the destruction of ten Type 95 heavy tanks!

How terrifying and dense the anti-aircraft firepower would that require?

How could the Eighth Route Army possibly possess such power?

In the past few years, the number of bombers shot down may not have been more than ten!

As for Tada Shun, who was sitting in the middle of the group, the slight color that had just appeared on his face vanished completely in an instant, visible to the naked eye.

He was just now wildly advocating for solving the problem with air power, and fantasizing about crushing the enemy with aerial bombs...

But less than a minute later, news came that the Eighth Route Army had shot down ten bombers!

Tada Shun felt an uncontrollable sweet and metallic taste surge up his throat, his vision began to spin, and his ears were ringing.

The exclamations and discussions among his subordinates seemed to come from a distant horizon.

"puff--!!"

Under everyone's horrified gaze, Tada Shun's body trembled violently, and he spat out another mouthful of dog blood!

"Commander!!"

"Medical officer! Call a medical officer immediately!!"

"The Commander has coughed up blood again!!"

The operations room was thrown into chaos.

Tada Shun had been conscious for less than half an hour before he passed out again!

At this moment, Tada Shun just wanted to shout: Why am I always the one who gets hurt!

. . .

The next day.

The sun was rising higher, and it was almost noon.

At the entrance of Yangcun Village, the brigade commander, Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang, and others were eagerly waiting.

At the end of the mountain road, several fast horses escorted a carriage, raising a cloud of dust in their wake.

As they approached, a middle-aged man in a faded gray military uniform, with a refined yet capable demeanor, jumped off the carriage.

As soon as the brigade commander and Li Yunlong recognized the people who had arrived, they quickly went to greet them.

"Old Political Commissar! You...you came in person?"

To everyone's surprise, headquarters actually sent this important figure!

The deputy director smiled and patted the brigade commander's arm: "Your urgent telegram last night threw headquarters into chaos. The top officers held meetings all night, so I was quickly dispatched here to 'support' you, wasn't I?"

His gaze then swept over Li Yunlong, Kong Jie, Ding Wei, and the others, and he keenly noticed that their eyes were bloodshot and that they still faintly smelled of alcohol.

The deputy director's brows immediately furrowed slightly, and his expression turned serious.

"What's going on? They all look like they're still hungover!"

The deputy director's voice was not loud, but it carried an air of authority.

"Li Yunlong! Kong Jie! Ding Wei! What happened? How did you get so drunk? You shot down a few planes, and now you don't even know who you are anymore?"

"You are all military commanders, bearing the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers and the safety of our base area on your shoulders! What if the Japanese invaders sneak up at night?"

"Drinking too much leads to trouble. Do I have to teach you that?"

A barrage of criticism came crashing down on him like a sudden storm.

Li Yunlong, Kong Jie, and other fearless and ruthless generals were now like schoolchildren who had made a mistake in front of the deputy director.

They stood up straight, heads bowed, obediently taking their turn to be scolded, not daring to even breathe loudly.

As the political commissar, Zhao Gang also felt ashamed and accepted the criticism along with everyone else.

After the deputy director finished reprimanding him and his breathing calmed down a bit, the brigade commander quickly stepped forward and explained in a low voice:

"Old Political Commissar, your criticism is correct! We will definitely reflect deeply on our actions!"

"However... yesterday was a special occasion. We were with Mr. Shen... and had a few more drinks than usual, mainly to express our gratitude..."

"To accompany Mr. Shen?"

The deputy director was taken aback upon hearing this, but the stern expression on his face instantly melted away like ice and snow.

"That's alright then!"

The change of topic was so rapid that Li Yunlong and the others, who had just been extremely nervous, almost didn't have time to react.

The group exchanged glances and burst into laughter!

That's the charm of the old political commissar!