Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Liu Liuliu followed behind Zhao Dazhuang, and although she was scared, she gritted her teeth and charged forward.

He saw a Japanese soldier hiding in a trench, sniping at him. He raised his gun, aimed, fired, and the Japanese soldier fell.

Zhao Dazhuang turned around and shouted, "Well done, hurry up and catch up!"

Dajun and Zhou Xingxing followed behind the Independent Regiment.

Dajun used his special abilities to locate the Japanese soldiers ahead and guide his comrades to avoid danger.

Zhou Xingxing uses his mind-reading ability to access the prisoners' memories, obtain intelligence, and check if any Japanese soldiers are feigning death.

The two worked together seamlessly and were of great help.

The soldiers of the Central Army were stunned to witness the firepower of the Huaxia Independent Brigade for the first time.

One shot from the tank sent the Japanese bunkers flying; one burst from the infantry fighting vehicle silenced the Japanese machine gun positions.

"Wow, this thing is amazing!" A young soldier stared in disbelief.

"Stop looking, hurry up and keep up!" The squad leader kicked him.

The soldiers mustered their courage and charged forward with the tanks.

The soldiers in Yan'an were even more valiant, charging ahead with rifles in hand, unafraid of sacrifice or bloodshed.

One soldier was shot in the shoulder, but gritted his teeth and kept charging forward; another soldier had his leg blown off by an artillery shell, but lay in a pool of blood still firing at the Japanese.

The battle raged from dawn till dusk.

The Japanese defenses were breached one by one, and positions were captured piece by piece.

All outer positions were lost, and the remaining troops retreated into Beiping city.

Okamura Neiji stood on the city wall, looking at the defeated soldiers in the distance, his face ashen.

The adjutant rushed over, panting, "Sir, all the outer defenses have fallen, and our troops have suffered heavy casualties. They've retreated into the city. The enemy has surrounded Shenyang. What do we do?"

Okamura angrily said, "Send a telegram to Tokyo requesting a retreat."

"But Your Excellency..."

"Execute the command!"

The telegram was sent, and Tokyo quickly replied: "No retreat is allowed. Hold Beiping to the death."

Okamura crumpled the telegram into a ball, gritted his teeth, and said, "Tell the troops to prepare for street fighting and to shed their last drop of blood for His Majesty the Emperor."

The adjutant opened his mouth, then turned to relay the order, his steps hurried.

The city of Beiping was deathly silent.

Japanese soldiers hid in the ruins, trenches, and bunkers, awaiting the final battle.

They knew that tomorrow would be their final battle, a fight to the death.

The final assault continued the following morning.

The tank crashed through the city wall and rushed into the city.

The infantry followed behind, fighting for control of house by house and alley by alley.

The soldiers searched through the ruins and found the surviving Japanese soldiers, stabbing them to death with bayonets.

Some Japanese soldiers hid in civilian houses, and the soldiers threw grenades into them, blowing them to pieces.

A Japanese officer was hiding in the church, still trying to resist.

Zhao Dazhuang led several soldiers in and charged in. The two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Zhao Dazhuang stabbed a Japanese officer in the stomach with a knife. The Japanese officer screamed and detonated a grenade before dying.

"Lie down!"

Zhao Dazhuang shouted and tackled the soldier next to him. The grenade exploded, and his back was cut in several places by shrapnel, bleeding profusely.

"Big Zhuang!"

Liu Liu rushed over, and Zhao Dazhuang struggled to get up, shaking his head, "It's nothing, just a superficial injury."

The battle lasted until noon, when all the Japanese troops inside the city were annihilated.

Beiping has been liberated.

The news quickly spread throughout the army, and the soldiers cheered with joy.

Some people took off their hats to salute the sky, some knelt on the ground and kissed the land that had been ravaged by the Japanese for more than a decade, and some wept bitterly.

Standing in front of the former Kwantung Army headquarters building, Xiao Zhang watched as the Japanese flag was torn down and replaced with the Republic of China flag, and his eyes reddened.

Father, your revenge has been achieved.

Northeast China is back.

The Central Army was also celebrating. The division commander stood next to the tanks, touching the cold steel, feeling a mix of emotions.

The weapons of the Chinese Independent Brigade are too advanced; if in the future…

He dared not think any further.

I hope that day never comes.

The Yan'an army was also celebrating.

The political commissar stood on the street, holding a megaphone: "Comrades, Beiping has been liberated! This is the result of our joint efforts."

"Down with the petty imperialism of the West! Restore China!"

The soldiers shouted in response.

When the news reached Nanjing, Chiang Kai-shek was in a meeting.

An attendant pushed open the door and handed over a telegram. "Your Excellency, Beiping has been liberated."

Chiang Kai-shek took the telegram and read it through, his face showing a complex expression, a mixture of joy and worry.

"Good, good, pass on the order to commend."

When the news reached Yan'an, the commander-in-chief was looking at a map in his cave dwelling when he slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Good! Well done! Beiping has been liberated, and the entire Northeast will soon be back!"

The chief of staff nodded and handed over a telegram.

The boss laughed again after reading it.

"Tell Commander Lin that Yan'an congratulates them."

Night fell, and the battlefield fell silent.

The soldiers cleaned up the battlefield, carried away the wounded, and buried the bodies.

The cultural troupe performed on a makeshift stage, and the soldiers thought of their fallen comrades, their relatives killed by the Japanese, and the suffering they had endured over the years.

Lin Tian stood on the city wall, looking at the brightly lit city in the distance, the night wind blowing the hem of his clothes.

The stars twinkled overhead, yet my heart remained at peace.

On the third day after the liberation of Beiping, a huge map of Northeast China was hung in Lin Tian's command post.

Heilongjiang and Jilin provinces have been painted blue, and most of Liaoning province has also been painted blue, with only a few port cities such as Dalian still marked in red.

Brigade Commander Chen stood in front of the map, marking the enemy and friendly positions with red and blue pencils. Several staff officers gathered around him, discussing in hushed tones.

"Commander, according to intelligence, there are still about 10,000 Japanese troops in Darlian and Lushun, and about 20,000 puppet troops."

They are reinforcing their fortifications, preparing for a final stand, and the navy has also dispatched warships to support them, which are anchored in the harbor.

Lin Tian stood up, walked to the map, and lightly tapped the port with his finger: "The warships in the port are sitting ducks. Let the air force take care of them first."

Brigade Commander Chen nodded.

Lin Tian's gaze swept over the small red dots marked on the map: "And those officials of the puppet state of Manchukuo, the remnants of the Qing dynasty, and the traitors—not a single one of them can be let go."

Brigade Commander Chen hesitated for a moment: "What does the commander mean...?"

"Eliminate completely."

Lin Tian's voice was cold, "To avoid future troubles, we cannot follow the old path of Qin Shi Huang. We must completely eradicate this cancer."

Once the order was issued, a massive purge began across Northeast China.

J-20 fighter jets took off again, fully loaded with armor-piercing and anti-ship missiles, heading straight for Darian Port.

The Japanese warships, which were preparing to escape back to Japan, were still asleep when an explosion suddenly rang out, and flames shot into the sky.

A destroyer's ammunition magazine was pierced by an armor-piercing shell, and the resulting explosion caused a huge wave that capsized nearby ships.

The cruiser attempted to weigh anchor and escape, but its bridge was hit by an anti-ship missile, and thick smoke billowed out.

Transport ships were like lambs to the slaughter, being sunk one after another.

The seawater was stained red, and wreckage and corpses floated on the surface.

The Japanese soldiers in the port stood on the dock, watching their warships sink one by one, their faces pale.

An officer drew his saber and roared at the sky, only to be riddled with bullet holes by a J-20 fighter jet that swooped down.

Some soldiers knelt on the ground and wept, only to be blown away by the blast wave.

The entire port was engulfed in flames.

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