Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

A quiet life in Tokyo, at the military headquarters.

Hideki Tojo sat at the conference table, his face ashen, with battle reports spread out in front of him, each one filled with bad news.

"Baka yarou, the Chinese Independent Brigade has headed north, their target is the Northeast, and their ground troops have already set off."

He said through gritted teeth.

"Your Excellency, the Kwantung Army has suffered heavy losses, and its air power has been almost completely annihilated. I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to withstand their attack."

"We have to stop them even if we can't!"

Hideki Tojo slammed his hand on the table, causing a teacup to jump and smash on the ground. "Integrate all the forces of the Kwantung Army and deploy them in Liaoning Province."

We must stop them!

Furthermore, reinforcements should be drawn from within the country and dispatched to the Northeast as soon as possible. The Empire's decades of development in the Northeast cannot be destroyed in an instant.

"Hi!"

Upon receiving the news, Emperor Hirohito sat before his throne, his fingers unconsciously stroking the hilt of his sword.

"Prime Minister, does the Empire still have a chance of winning?"

Hideki Tojo lowered his head, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Your Majesty, the enemy has advanced air power, and our fighter jets are no match for them, but we still have the advantage in ground forces."

The Kwantung Army still has over 100,000 men, well-equipped, and their morale remains high. With proper tactics, they may not necessarily lose.

Hirohito remained silent for a moment.

"The empire cannot lose Manchuria."

"Hi!"

The train sped along the tracks, and the scenery outside the window rushed past.

From the water towns of Jiangnan to the North China Plain, and from the North China Plain to the black soil beyond the Great Wall, Lin Tian sat in the command post carriage with a map spread out in front of him.

Brigade Commander Chen stood to the side, holding red and blue pencils, marking the enemy and friendly positions on the map.

"Commander, the Japanese have integrated the remaining Kwantung Army forces in Heilongjiang Province, which number about 50,000. They have built a defensive line in Liaoning Province and are preparing to fight us to the death."

Lin Tian put down the red pencil and leaned back in his chair. "Fifty thousand men, while our ground forces number only ten thousand. The disparity in strength is enormous."

"But our equipment..."

"I know."

Lin Tian interrupted him, a slow smile creeping onto his lips. "Our equipment is seventy or eighty years more advanced than theirs, and we also have air force support. Fifty thousand men are no match for them."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded.

"but,"

Lin Tian changed the subject, "We cannot underestimate the enemy. War is fierce, especially when we are forced into a corner. Tell the troops to fight steadily and cautiously, to overwhelm them with firepower, and not to be reckless."

"yes!"

Ma Yongzhen sat in the back of the carriage, looking out the window.

This was his second time traveling far by train; the first time, he hitched a ride on a train to Shanghai to make a living.

Sitting next to him were Dajun and Zhou Xingxing, as well as several officers from the Independent Regiment.

"Commander Ma, do you think we'll see a decent life once we get to the Northeast?" a young officer asked.

Ma Yongzhen looked at him and said, "Yes, and I'll let you kill as many as you want."

The young officer swallowed hard, feeling both nervous and excited.

Zhou Xingxing leaned back in his seat and thought, "I wonder how Chongchong is doing now. When I traveled here, she was still waiting for me in Hong Kong."

Dajun patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, after the battle is over, the commander will definitely find a way to send us back."

Zhou Xingxing nodded. Lin Tian wasn't from this era; he could come with him quietly and return just as quietly.

Dajun said somewhat blankly, "I don't even know if this world will still exist after we go back. We changed history; who can say what will happen in the future?"

Stephen Chow fell silent.

He hadn't thought about this problem.

He didn't know what the consequences of changing history would be.

But he knew that if history wasn't changed, those tragedies would continue to happen.

Those who were slaughtered will die again, and the ravaged land will bleed again.

Who cares?

"Let's kill all the Japanese devils first, and we'll talk about going back later."

Dajun laughed.

"Well said. Kill the Japanese first."

The train continued northward, heading towards the war-torn northeast. Outside the window, the world was covered in snow, a vast expanse of white.

The muffled sound of cannons echoed in the distance, and smoke rose from the horizon, clearly indicating that the battle had begun.

The three-day, three-night journey covered hundreds of kilometers from Shanghai to Heilongjiang Province.

The soldiers were jostled on the train. When they got tired, they would lean against their seats and sleep. When they woke up, they would clean their guns, eat their dry rations, and listen to their officers' instructions.

No one complained; they knew the purpose of their mission—to fight the Japanese.

Ma Yongzhen stood at the junction of the carriages, looking out through the frost-covered glass. The sound of artillery fire grew closer and closer, and his heart pounded faster.

His hand rested on the holster at his waist, his fingers trembling slightly.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of excitement; he had waited for this day for far too long.

Da Jun sat in the corner, holding a small booklet in his hand, which was the Japanese army tactics manual that Lin Tian had given them.

He read it over and over again, and gained a basic understanding of the tactics, equipment, and command system commonly used by the Japanese.

Zhou Xingxing was still thinking about Chongchong, wondering how she was doing, whether she would wait for him to go back, and whether he would be able to go back this time.

The train began to slow down, and the outline of the platform appeared outside the window.

Some soldiers jumped off the vehicle and stood guard in the snow, their guns pointed outwards, vigilantly scanning their surroundings.

The sound of artillery fire in the distance grew more intense, accompanied by the sound of machine gun fire.

In Lin Tian's command post carriage, there was a knock on the door, and Brigade Commander Chen walked in, holding the intelligence he had just received.

"Commander, Xiao Zhang's troops have already engaged the Japanese. They launched simultaneous attacks in northern and eastern Heilongjiang Province, and the progress is going smoothly."

The Japanese defenses have been breached in several places, but their reserves are being reinforced.

Lin Tian stood in front of the map, his gaze falling on the locations marked with red dots in Heilongjiang Province. Xiao Zhang's troops numbered over 100,000. Although their equipment was inferior to that of the Japanese army, their morale was high.

The Japanese forces in Heilongjiang Province had suffered heavy losses after the first two bombings, and the remaining troops were demoralized and facing supply difficulties.

"Well played."

Lin Tian nodded. "However, relying solely on them is not enough to completely annihilate the Japanese in Heilongjiang Province."

"So what we mean is..."

"Support! Provide firepower! Don't hold back on ammunition! Fire until the enemy is dead!"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail: "Here, there are no prisoners, only enemies."

Brigade Commander Chen paused for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

The news quickly spread throughout the entire army.

Tank crew members jumped onto the armored vehicles, the engines roared, and black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipes.

The infantrymen checked their weapons and ammunition and fixed bayonets.

The artillerymen cranked up the gun barrels, and the loaders brought over boxes of shells.

Everyone is making final preparations before the battle.

After receiving the order, Ma Yongzhen quickly walked back to the Independent Regiment's carriage.

The soldiers of the Independent Regiment were still waiting for him, their young faces showing a mix of anticipation, nervousness, excitement, and fear.

"Brothers!"

"The commander's order has come down. Our Independent Regiment's mission is to follow the main force, responsible for clearing the battlefield, treating the wounded, and guarding the captured supplies."

but--"

He paused, then added, "If we encounter resistance from the Japanese, we will fight them!"

"Hit him! Hit his mother!" Zhao Dazhuang was the first to shout.

"Revenge! Revenge!"

Liu Xiaoliu also shouted, his eyes filled with tears and anger.

Ma Yongzhen raised his hand, and the carriage fell silent.

"Brothers, I know some of you have never been on the battlefield before, and this is your first time firing a gun, but don't be afraid, we are not fighting alone."

The main force's tanks and artillery will go first and blow up the Japanese defenses, then we'll follow up and clean up the mess.

We must avenge ourselves! We have homes to protect, and a country to defend! We cannot retreat, we absolutely cannot retreat! Kill!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers swore an oath with a voice that could shake mountains and rivers.

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