Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

In a small village on the border of Jilin and Liaoning provinces.

The villagers have been evacuated, leaving behind empty mud-brick houses.

The cold wind howled outside the window, while the charcoal fire burned brightly inside.

Brigade Commander Chen stood in front of the map, marking the enemy and friendly positions with red and blue pencils, while several staff officers surrounded him.

"Commander, according to the latest intelligence, although the Japanese forces in Liaoning Province still have nearly 150,000 troops after our air raid, they have suffered heavy equipment losses."

Almost all the planes were destroyed, most of the artillery was lost, and ammunition supplies were cut off.

Their defenses were mainly concentrated in several major cities such as Beiping, Changchun, and Dalian, while the outer perimeter was weakly fortified.

Lin Tian asked, "What about our troop deployment?"

Commander Chen pointed to the blue markers on the map, "After the Huaxia Independent Brigade is replenished, there are still 9,000 men, 60,000 from the Northeast Army, 30,000 sent by Chiang Kai-shek, and 10,000 from Yan'an."

The total number is approximately 110,000, and with logistics and support personnel, the number of combat-ready troops exceeds 100,000.

"100,000 against 150,000, the difference in troop strength is not significant."

"Yes, but we have a clear advantage in equipment, and we now have complete air superiority. The Japanese logistics have also been cut off."

They had men, but no supplies. After just a few rounds of fighting, their guns were out of bullets, their cannons out of shells, and they were even running out of food.

Lin Tian remained silent, recalling how fierce the Japanese soldiers' firepower was in those anti-Japanese war movies of later generations, but at this moment they had become trapped beasts lacking food and ammunition.

"Tell the comrades that we will launch a general offensive in three days. Our first target is Beiping. Our second target is Changchun. Our third target is Darren. We will wipe out all the Japanese devils."

"yes!"

Once the order was given, all units began intensive preparations for battle.

Tank crews inspect vehicles, infantrymen wipe down their rifles, and artillerymen move shells.

Ma Yongzhen's Independent Regiment was also making preparations. Zhao Dazhuang disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled the machine gun several times. Liu Liuliu, standing beside him, laughed at him.

"Big Zhuang, your gun is almost scratched to pieces."

Zhao Dazhuang glared at him: "What do you know? A gun is a soldier's second life. If you don't take good care of it, it'll jam on the battlefield, and you'll be the one who dies."

Liu Liuliu stopped joking and lowered her head to clean her gun.

Dajun and Zhou Xingxing squatted in the corner, holding the special ability user manual that Lin Tian had spent the whole night drawing for them.

Although it's only a few pages long, it's richly illustrated and written in great detail, maximizing the development of special abilities.

Dajun looked at the booklet over and over, muttering to himself. Zhou Xingxing closed the booklet, looked out at the gray sky, and had mixed feelings.

I never expected to be fighting here. I originally wanted to infiltrate Sun Wo Luen Shing as an undercover agent, but it's a long story.

"Dajun, do you think we'll make it back alive this time?"

Dajun looked up at him. "What? Scared?"

"It's not fear."

Stephen Chow shook his head. "I just feel that if we change history, what will happen in the future?"

"Chongchong is still waiting for me in Hong Kong, and I don't know where Uncle Da is. Can we still go back?"

Dajun patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think too much. Let's drive the Japanese devils away first, and we'll talk about going back later."

Even if things change, so what? This is about protecting our country. If they knew, they would definitely agree.

Zhou Xingxing nodded, put the booklet in his pocket, and picked up the gun to continue wiping it.

In the young marshal's command post, Xiao Zhang was also giving a pre-battle pep talk.

The audience was filled with soldiers, their young faces brimming with anticipation and nervousness.

"Brothers, our hometown has been occupied by the Japanese devils for more than ten years, and countless of our elders and fellow villagers have been killed by the Japanese devils."

My father was also killed by the Japanese devils.

Now, the opportunity has arrived.

The brothers of the Huaxia Independent Brigade came to help us with advanced weapons.

Our brothers in Yan'an and Nanjing also sent troops to support us. We must avenge our past humiliation and recover the Northeast!

"Reclaim Northeast China! Avenge our humiliation!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices deafening.

The Central Army sent by Chiang Kai-shek was also making preparations for the battle. The generals stood in front of the map studying tactics, their faces showing complex expressions.

They were ordered to provide support, but they were still somewhat uneasy about the Chinese Independent Brigade.

"Commander, what exactly is this Chinese Independent Brigade? Their equipment is so advanced, and they don't obey the Chairman's orders. Is it reliable for us to cooperate with them?"

The division commander glared at him. "You dare disobey the Chairman's orders? Fight the Japanese first, we'll deal with the rest later."

The soldiers were also discussing it amongst themselves.

They had never seen the tanks and armored vehicles of the Chinese Independent Brigade; they had only seen photos of them in newspapers.

Some people were envious, some were curious, and some were unconvinced.

An old soldier, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazed at the steel behemoths in the distance: "Are those iron lumps really that effective? Or are they just for show?"

A young soldier nearby chimed in, "I heard that they're the ones who conquered Heilongjiang and Jilin provinces. The Japanese devils were blown to bits."

The veteran exhaled a puff of smoke: "You'll know when we get to the battlefield."

All I can say is that this guy, this soldier, this old lady's eldest grandson, is completely lawless.

Comrades from Yan'an were also conducting pre-battle mobilization.

The political commissar stood on the platform, holding a megaphone: "Comrades, we are the people's army, the vanguard of the War of Resistance against Japan."

This expedition to Liaoning Province was to recover Northeast China and drive the Japanese invaders out of China.

We must carry forward the fighting spirit of fearlessness and tenacity, cooperate with friendly forces, and annihilate the enemy.

"Down with this pathetic existence! Restore China!"

The soldiers were filled with high spirits.

Their equipment was inferior to that of the Central Army, let alone the Huaxia Independent Brigade, but their morale was high, and everyone was like a dragon.

They've been wanting to fight the Japanese devils for a long time, and now that they have the chance, everyone is eager to get started.

Three days later, the final offensive began.

At dawn, before daybreak, the J-20 fighter jet took off again.

The ammunition magazine was full of bombs and rockets, and they rushed toward the Japanese positions in Liaoning Province.

The first wave of bombs landed on the outer perimeter of the Japanese positions, collapsing trenches, overturning bunkers, and blowing up barbed wire.

Japanese soldiers were killed in their sleep by bombing, and their bodies were buried under the rubble.

The survivors screamed and ran outside, only to be overtaken by a second wave of bombs.

Commanders attempted to organize a counterattack, but the telephone lines were severed, cutting off all contact with the outside world.

The bombing lasted for an hour.

Daylight broke, and the shelling began.

The self-propelled artillery battalion of the Huaxia Independent Brigade stood in a row, with their gun barrels pointed at the Japanese positions.

Xiao Zhang's artillery positions also deployed on the flanks, with hundreds of cannons firing simultaneously.

Shells rained down, and the Japanese positions were turned over and over again.

The soil was blown away, the snow melted, the newly built fortifications were destroyed, and the soldiers were blown to pieces.

The shelling continued for another hour.

"charge!"

With tanks in front and infantry behind, the united anti-Japanese alliance's 100,000-strong army launched an attack simultaneously.

The Type 99A tank rolled over the trenches and fired its machine guns, keeping the Japanese soldiers pinned down.

The 04A infantry fighting vehicle followed behind, its machine gun spitting fire, eliminating the Japanese firing positions one by one.

Soldiers, guns in hand, followed behind the tanks, charging forward through shell craters and corpses.

The Japanese resistance was fierce, but it was futile in the face of overwhelming firepower.

The soldiers rushed into the trenches and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

"You little devils, die!"

Zhao Dazhuang, carrying a machine gun, charged to the front and roared as he opened fire until he ran out of bullets.

He threw away his gun, picked up a bayonet, rushed into the Japanese soldiers' ranks, and stabbed one of them with the bayonet.

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