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"Baka yarou! I have failed His Majesty's trust and brought shame upon my family. I can only wash away this with my blood!"

After finishing his speech, the two officers drew their halberds and bowed deeply to the senior staff officer.

"Please! I'll take my leave now. Holy War, Your Majesty the Emperor!"

The senior officer was very familiar with this procedure. He had his katana ready. Seppuku was a technical skill that required a craftsman's spirit.

Liang Jiaoye lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing his white belly. Since becoming the regimental commander, he had lived a life of luxury and had gained a lot of weight.

"His Majesty the Emperor Itaya!"

Ryosaku raised his short knife high and plunged it into his lower abdomen, cutting a deep gash. The excruciating pain contorted his features, making him look extremely ferocious.

The senior staff officer reacted swiftly, raising his hand and bringing down the knife. A flash of cold light appeared, and the blade sliced ​​across the neck, penetrating two inches deep.

He severed the necks of both workers without causing their heads to fall off—a true professional.

"What a sharp knife!"

Ryoko Yosaku knelt down with a thud, ending his sinful life.

The bugle sounded loudly, and the ambush began to close in. The senior staff officer's face changed drastically; his doom was imminent.

He was unwilling to accept this. He had just graduated from the Army University and had a bright future ahead of him. At the rate of military expansion over the past year, it was only a matter of time before he became a regimental commander or even a divisional commander.

"don't want!"

"Retreat!"

The senior staff officer abandoned his plan to follow the two horns and fled for his life. He couldn't care less about anything else; escaping was the only thing that mattered.

The 323rd Division's ambush troops emerged from both flanks, charging towards the Japanese with overwhelming momentum, their bayonets gleaming in the sunlight.

"Kill them!"

"Don't let the Japanese devils get away!"

"Leave no one alive!!!"

The Japanese soldiers had long lost the will to resist and unanimously chose to flee eastward, a classic case of encircling three sides and leaving one side open. Only by heading east could they survive, and that was also the direction of their homes.

After the ambush troops rushed down the road, they first attacked from both sides, cutting off the tail of the remaining Japanese soldiers and annihilating them in a short time.

There are too many monks and not enough porridge; it's not even enough to fill a tooth gap.

The ambush troops continued their pursuit, relentlessly chasing and attacking the Japanese. The soldiers of the replenishment regiment, in particular, were filled with fervor and their dopamine levels were constantly rising as they fought with the wind at their backs.

It's unstoppable, it just can't be stopped!

The Japanese soldiers could only run for their lives, hoping to outrun everyone else. The senior staff officers were in the first echelon, hoping that as long as they held on a little longer, reinforcements would arrive.

Suddenly his face changed drastically, his eyes filled with despair, and he roared:

"Baka yarou, that's a cavalryman!"

From the northeast, hooves flew, raising clouds of dust, as thousands of cavalrymen rode in on the clouds, their gleaming sabers chilling the hearts of all the Japanese soldiers.

These are all soul-reapers from hell, sent to send them to hell.

The fleeing Japanese soldiers were terrified, but their legs were as weak as noodles, and they had no strength left to move.

Two legs can't outrun four legs. Before the Japanese soldiers could run far, the cavalry arrived, their warhorses leaping high and their sabers flashing like lightning.

The heads of the Japanese soldiers rolled off, so frightening Private First Class Asada fired a shot to avoid being beheaded and unable to reincarnate, becoming a wandering ghost in China.

Other remaining soldiers followed suit, but it was too late. Coming to China to commit evil was their choice, but how they died was to be decided by the Chinese cavalry.

Most cavalrymen had a wicked hobby, and Liu Zhuzi was one of them. He liked to chop off the heads of Japanese soldiers. Every cut was precise, landing on the neck. The head would fall in a swift and decisive motion.

More and more defeated soldiers fell to the ground. The remaining few hundred remnants were driven eastward by the cavalry. The intention was clear: to make use of them and disrupt the 104th Regiment's formation.

The 65th Regiment was defeated so quickly that the 104th Regiment, which was half an hour behind, was unable to understand what was happening at the front until hundreds of defeated soldiers appeared before them.

Major Nakata, the battalion commander, was the first to react, shouting in terror:

"Stop them! We can't let these useless fools disrupt our formation!"

"It's Chinese cavalry, hurry!"

The machine guns fired haphazardly and intermittently, doing nothing to stop the fleeing soldiers who had lost their minds; they were no different from walking corpses now.

Officers at all levels were doing their utmost to restrain their troops, ordering them to open fire on the Japanese soldiers of the 65th Regiment, with the motto "better to die than to die ourselves."

Many of the fleeing soldiers screamed like madmen, but the hail of bullets from the 104th Regiment extinguished their last hope.

"Baka yarou!"

"I don't want to die, Mom!"

The 104th Regiment, with its iron will, fired its machine guns until they were smoking, mowing down the fleeing soldiers row by row, sending a clear signal to the cavalry.

Trying to disrupt them? No way!

Although the cavalry charge was powerful, charging against an entire infantry regiment that was already in formation would only result in suicide.

Commander Yao halted the troops. Cavalry isn't used like that; they're only suited for open field battles. Charging into enemy lines is suicide.

The cavalry regiment voluntarily withdrew several hundred meters to keep a close watch on the Japanese troops and prevent them from causing trouble. The infantry also had to clean up the battlefield, regroup, and switch from offense to defense, all of which would take time.

Having learned from the mistake of the 65th Regiment, the 104th Regiment dared not pursue. It was fortunate that they were able to gather some of the remaining soldiers; they had to leave some seeds for rebuilding.

On the southern front, the same scenario was unfolding. The Japanese soldiers pursuing the 61st Division entered an unnamed valley, where the 36th Division, which had been lying in ambush, attacked from both sides of the mountain ridge, encircling the pursuers and feasting on them.

The previously defeated 61st and 88th Divisions launched a surprise attack, scaring the pursuing 16th Division into fleeing in disarray all the way to Fujin Mountain.

As for the more than 1,000 Japanese soldiers who were surrounded, no one could control them anymore.

The 16th Division fell into the trap. The division commander was furious and threatened to launch a counterattack, but was stopped by the chief of staff.

"Division Commander, this is a Chinese conspiracy. They are not in defeat at all, but are just playing tricks. We must not fall for it again."

Division Commander Fujie Eipu shouted in exasperation:

"You idiot! Are you just going to stand by and watch our warriors be annihilated?!"

Chief of Staff Colonel Nakazawa Mitsuo, forcing a smile, said:

"The 7th Infantry Regiment was too careless this time, losing two thousand men. The main force was also pushed back to the western foothills of Fujin Mountain, and morale has been lost. If we forcefully go to rescue the remaining soldiers, we will only lose more brave warriors."

The distant gunfire gradually subsided, indicating that the surrounded vanguard was about to be wiped out, and continuing the fight was pointless.

Fujie Hewlett-Packard finally calmed down and quickly made a decision:

"Order all units to immediately switch to defense, consolidate the spoils of victory, and report the victory to His Highness the Prince."

As for the warriors who perished, to preserve their honor, their losses were all counted as casualties in the assault on Fujin Mountain.

Fujie Hepburn was a master of diplomacy; he easily erased a defeat by turning it into a major victory at Fujiyama with a few words.

The capture of Fujin Mountain was a tangible achievement; this was the wisdom of the division commander, a fact that even the chief of staff could not match, who flattered, saying:

"Commander, the flaws do not outweigh the merits; capturing Fujin Mountain is the greatest benefit."

Next, all we need to do is attack westward along the main road, and it won't be long before our army besieges Xinyang.

The next decisive battleground for both sides is Xinyang. If they can severely damage the 71st Army and the Tiger Army and open up the road to Xinyang in the west, a few losses are nothing.

There are countless brave warriors willing to sacrifice themselves for the holy war and His Majesty; it's just that there are a few more people sharing the incense offerings in the Yasukuni Shrine's latrine.

Lieutenant General Fujie nodded repeatedly, his mood improving, and immediately made the decision:

"Immediately compile the report of victory and send it to His Highness. Don't keep him waiting too long!"

Colonel Nakazawa Mitsuo bowed deeply:

"Hai!"

As Lieutenant General Fujie watched Colonel Nakazawa Mitsuo's departing figure, the smile on his face gradually faded. He could deceive Prince Naruhiko, but he couldn't deceive himself.

Fujinshan was clearly vacated by the defending troops; it was just an empty hilltop, and they even lost two thousand men. No one would be happy about that.

"Song Yingguo, it seems I've been underestimating you!"

In the shopping mall, at the Fifth War Zone Command Headquarters, Lieutenant General Xu Yanmou, the Chief of Staff, rushed in, clutching a telegram in his hand, his expression grim.

"Jiansheng, urgent telegram from the 71st Army: Fujinshan is lost!"

Acting Commander Bai Jiansheng's expression changed drastically. After reading it, he fell into a brief moment of contemplation. Then, the communications director delivered Zhao Yunwen's telegram, the contents of which were largely unrelated, as if they had been pre-arranged. This infuriated Bai Jiansheng, who cursed loudly:

"They clearly abandoned the position voluntarily; it was pre-arranged. These disciples of the emperor are truly audacious! Do they really think I can't handle them?"

Bai Jiansheng seemed to be thinking about the outrageous things Gui Yongqing, Huang Jie and others did during the Battle of Lanfeng, and worried that Zhao Yunwen and Song Yingguo would repeat the same tricks. This trend could not be allowed to continue.

Xu Yanmou, however, had a different opinion:

"Brother Jiansheng, calm down. Zhao Yunwen is not Gui Yongqing, and Song Yingguo is not Huang Jie. From a purely military standpoint, after losing more than half of their troops, they took the initiative to abandon the Fujinshan defense line and took advantage of the Japanese soldiers' complacency to launch an ambush, annihilating a total of 4,000 enemy soldiers. This is already a great victory."

After the 13th and 16th Divisions were each hit hard by the two brothers, they retreated and became much more cautious, which greatly benefited our defenses.

Commander Zhao's suggestion was also very good. The 71st Army was mainly responsible for defending Fujinshan. It suffered heavy casualties, but it preserved its core members. With a little rest and replenishment, it will become a strong army.

The 323rd Division, after replenishment, still had the strength to fight. He proactively proposed a staggered blocking attack, retreating to the gorge and holding it for a week. This had the same effect as holding Fujinshan to the death, but with far fewer casualties and losses, and also gave them the initiative.

Bai Jiansheng's expression finally improved, and he had made up his mind:

"Yan Mou, call Zhao Yunwen back!"