Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

In the distance, the young marshal's troops had already stormed into the Japanese positions, and the remaining Japanese soldiers were divided, surrounded, and annihilated one by one.

Some Japanese soldiers fought desperately but were killed by a hail of bullets; others tried to escape but were stabbed to death by pursuing soldiers with bayonets.

Some Japanese soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy, but the soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, did not stop.

A Japanese officer was surrounded by several soldiers. He tried to resist but was knocked down by a rifle butt.

The soldiers pinned him to the ground and plunged bayonets into his chest.

"This cut is for my father, this cut is for my mother, this cut is for my sister."

With each stab, the soldier cried out, tears mingling with blood.

No one around him stopped him.

They were soldiers from the Northeast Army. Their hometown had fallen, their relatives had been killed, and they had an irreconcilable hatred for the Japanese invaders.

The cleanup of the battlefield continued until evening.

The Japanese positions were completely destroyed and the defending troops were annihilated.

The young marshal's troops also suffered heavy casualties, but their morale was extremely high.

Standing on the position, Xiao Zhang looked at the still-burning fortifications and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Young Marshal, the Chinese Independent Brigade has sent men." The adjutant ran over.

The young marshal turned around and saw an officer in digital camouflage walking towards him, his steps firm and his eyes sharp.

"Young Marshal, I am Li Weiguo, Operations Staff Officer of the Huaxia Independent Brigade. Commander Lin sent me to inquire about the battle situation."

Xiao Zhang nodded.

"Casualties are still being tallied, but the battle is going very smoothly. Thank you for your artillery support, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to take it so quickly."

Li Weiguo smiled politely, "It's only right. We're all fighting the Japanese. Commander Lin asked me to tell the young marshal that our troops will continue to kill the enemy."

"To cooperate with your army in recovering the entire Heilongjiang Province, I hope we can work together sincerely to drive the Japanese devils out as soon as possible."

"must."

Xiao Zhang extended his hand, "Please thank Commander Lin for me."

Li Weiguo saluted, turned and left.

Night fell, and the battlefield fell silent.

The snow was littered with corpses, including Japanese soldiers and the young marshal's men.

Medical staff used flashlights to search for wounded people who were still breathing in the pile of corpses.

Lin Tian stood at the entrance of the command post, looking at the night sky in the distance. Brigade Commander Chen walked over, holding a battle report in his hand.

"Commander, in today's battle, our artillery destroyed twelve enemy positions and annihilated approximately three thousand enemy soldiers."

The young marshal's troops suffered approximately 2,000 casualties, but annihilated over 5,000 Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese troops in Heilongjiang Province have been basically wiped out, and the rest are fleeing south.

"Let the young marshal's troops pursue, while we coordinate with the air force to intercept them."

Lin Tian ordered, "We absolutely cannot allow the remnants of the Japanese army to escape back to Liaoning Province."

"yes!"

Brigade Commander Chen turned and left.

Lin Tian stood alone in the snow, the firelight reflecting off his face, flickering on and off.

He thought of the history that followed, of his compatriots who were massacred, of the land that was ravaged.

Now, history is being rewritten; those tragedies may never happen again, and those innocent people may not die.

Even if this is just a parallel universe, now that he's here, he will never let his fellow human beings in this world suffer.

This is the spirit that every Chinese person, every Chinese man, should have!

This is the true meaning of time travel.

It's not about vying for power and profit, not about indulging in a life of debauchery, not about outwitting and outmaneuvering the courtyard houses, but about saving those who shouldn't have died and changing those things that shouldn't have happened.

The army continued its advance the following morning.

Tanks led the way, infantry followed, and the young marshal's troops provided flank cover.

The air force of the Huaxia Independent Brigade once again took off to bomb and straf the fleeing Japanese troops.

Those Japanese soldiers were celebrating their escape from the encirclement yesterday, but today they're being chased by bombs.

The highway turned into a sea of ​​fire, the convoy became scrap metal, and the soldiers became corpses.

When the news reached Tokyo, the military headquarters fell into a deathly silence.

The province of Heilongjiang was completely lost, and the Kwantung Army suffered more than half its losses.

The remaining defeated troops retreated to Liaoning Province, their morale low and their ammunition and food exhausted.

Hideki Tojo sat in his office with a map spread out in front of him, pointing to the location of Liaoning Province.

"Heilongjiang Province is completely lost, Jilin Province is almost lost, and Liaoning Province absolutely cannot be lost as well."

"But Your Excellency, our troops have suffered heavy casualties and their morale is low. I'm afraid we will be unable to withstand the enemy's attack."

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

Hideki Tojo roared, "Tell the Kwantung Army headquarters that Liaoning Province must be held. Otherwise, make them commit seppuku!"

No one dared to speak.

They knew that Liaoning Province could not be defended either.

The enemy was too powerful, so powerful that they were simply unable to resist.

The bombs falling from the sky, the impenetrable tanks, and the lightning-fast fighter jets were all things they had never seen before.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.

The soldiers of the Huaxia Independent Brigade, wearing thick military overcoats and cotton hats, moved quickly across the snow on skis.

The tanks also struggled to move forward in the snow, their tracks kicking up snow dust.

Lin Tian's command vehicle was parked on a small hill. He got out of the vehicle, stood in the snow, and looked at the gray horizon in the distance.

This land, with its black mountains and white waters, was ravaged by the Japanese invaders for more than a decade.

Now, it will finally return to the hands of the people.

He took a deep breath; the cold air stimulated his lungs, making him exceptionally clear-headed.

"Commander, the young marshal's troops have captured the last Japanese stronghold in Heilongjiang Province."

Brigade Commander Chen walked over with a smile on his face. "The entire Heilongjiang Province has been liberated."

A slow smile crept onto Lin Tian's lips. "Alright. Order the entire army to rest in Heilongjiang Province for three days, then proceed to Jilin Province."

"yes!"

Brigade Commander Chen turned around to relay the order.

The liberation of Heilongjiang Province was just the beginning.

There's Jilin Province, Liaoning Province, and the entire Northeast.

We must drive the Japanese devils out completely, leaving not a single one alive.

however,

The news of the recapture of Heilongjiang Province spread like a thunderclap across the land of China.

Newspaper boys waved extra editions, running through the streets, their voices hoarse from shouting: "Extra! Extra! Heilongjiang Province has been liberated! The Japanese devils have been driven out of Heilongjiang Province!"

In the teahouse, the storyteller slammed his gavel and began to recount, with great enthusiasm, how the tanks of the Chinese Independent Brigade crushed the Japanese defenses.

In the school, the teacher put down the ruler and read the newspaper to the students. When he read the article "The entire territory of Heilongjiang Province returned to the motherland," his eyes reddened and his voice choked with emotion.

In the factory, the workers put down their work and gathered around the radio to listen to the broadcast. Someone took the lead in shouting slogans, and the sound made the windows buzz.

People flocked to Nanjing Road in Shanghai.

The students held up banners that read "Welcome the Chinese Independent Brigade," "Down with Japanese Imperialism," and "Recover Northeast China and Return Our Land to Us."

An elderly man in a long gown stood by the roadside, looking at those young faces, tears streaming down his face.

A young man next to him asked, "Sir, why are you crying?"

The old man wiped his eyes, his voice trembling: "I'm from Heilongjiang Province. After the September 18 Incident, I fled to the interior of China and couldn't go back for more than ten years. Now that Heilongjiang Province has been liberated, I can go home."

The young man fell silent, unsure of what to say.

The headline of Ta Kung Pao was: "Heilongjiang Province is liberated, and the whole country rejoices."

The headline of the Shenbao newspaper was: "The Independent Brigade of China Shocks the Enemy, the Young Marshal Fights Bloody Battles in the Northeast Army".

The Xinhua Daily wrote: "With the great unity of the national anti-Japanese forces, the expulsion of the Japanese invaders is just around the corner."

Newspapers lavished praise on them, portraying the Huaxia Independent Brigade and Lin Tian as heavenly soldiers who descended from the sky, and the young marshal Zhang as a loyal and filial son who never forgot his father's revenge and vowed to avenge the national humiliation.

On the campus of Jinling University, students spontaneously organized a parade.

Holding flags and chanting slogans, they marched from the school gate to the city center. A girl stood on the steps, holding a newspaper, reading the news of the liberation of Heilongjiang Province, her voice choked with emotion.

The students below listened quietly; some took off their glasses to wipe away tears, some clenched their fists, and some sobbed softly.

"Students!"

A boy jumped up the steps and said, "Heilongjiang Province has been liberated. This is thanks to the Huaxia Independent Brigade and the Young Marshal's Northeast Army."

It was thanks to the people and soldiers across the country who fought against Japan.

Although we cannot go to the front lines, we can support the war effort in our own way.

"Yes! Donate money! Donate supplies! Support the front lines!"

The students responded enthusiastically, taking off their pens, watches, and rings and putting them into the donation box.

A girl took off the gold necklace her mother had left her and put it inside. People around her advised her to keep it, but she shook her head.

"What use is it to me? Can it fight the Japanese? Can it save my compatriots?"

No one tried to persuade them anymore.

Because of patriotism.

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