Anti-Japanese War: Li Yunlong dared to attack Taiyuan

The Chief of Staff said with a smile, "Li Yunlong, you are testing me. I will also sing a poem: 'Fire rain pours down from the sky, burning the night sky; a thousand arrows are fired simultaneously, shaking the mountains and rivers.'"

Li Yunlong then turned his gaze towards Old Xing. Xing Zhiguo scratched his head and said, "I'll show you my trick: 'A thousand dragons spit flames, tearing through the night; ten thousand thunders roar, shattering the enemy camp.'"

Then everyone's eyes turned to Li Yunlong, who said calmly, "Are you all looking at me? I'll show you how to do it! 'The wind is rising and the clouds are flying, pull up the cannon and bomb his mother!'"

"..."

"Li Yunlong, you're cheating! You just said this song last time. Change it, change it!"

The chief of staff was also present at the time and directly exposed Li Yunlong's little thoughts.

"Okay, okay, I'll sing another one, everyone listen carefully, 'Lightning in the sky, fire on the ground, millions of rockets fly. Rumble and crash, the Japanese have nowhere to hide.'"

After Li Yunlong finished speaking, he raised his head and was very satisfied with the poem he wrote.

After hearing this, Old Han stared at Li Yunlong with wide eyes and said, "Li Yunlong, can you call this a poem? I thought you were well-educated because of your reading. Now it seems that you don't have much knowledge!"

Hearing what Lao Han said, Li Yunlong immediately responded: "Lao Han, don't blame me, sing a song too."

After hearing this, Old Han rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on, come on! Who doesn't know a poem like yours? 'The sound of the cannon shakes the mountains and rivers, and the flames shoot up like a river. I wave my hand, and the enemy is reduced to ash!'"

Li Yunlong looked at Lao Han in shock. He didn't expect that Lao Han, like himself, had inherited the true teachings of Zhang Dapao. He couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "Good poem, good poem!"

Then everyone turned their eyes to Gastilovitch: "General Gastilovitch, what do you think of this scene?"

Gastilovich was completely shocked at this time. Before the rocket was launched, Gastilovich thought Li Yunlong was bragging and that it was a complete pipe dream to want to eat up the most elite First Division of the Japanese with only 30,000 men.

But looking at the flames in the Japanese camp in the distance, Gastilovich, as a division commander and a general, knew very well that the outcome of this battle had been decided, and what remained was the difference between crippling the enemy and completely annihilating them.

However, in Gastilovich's view, the Japanese First Division is likely to be wiped out by Li Yunlong's troops, because the Japanese command center has been destroyed and the command system has collapsed. All they need to do next is attack to wipe out the First Division.

At the same time, Gastilovich was also thinking about what would happen if his troops encountered Li Yunlong's troops.

If Gastilovich had been absolutely confident before seeing the artillery fire in the distance, he would have easily defeated Li Yunlong's troops. A purely infantry army without tanks or aircraft, even with an iron will, would be vulnerable to the steel torrent.

But now Gastilovich has lost confidence and even feels that his troops may not be able to withstand this round of artillery fire.

At this moment, Gastilovich was shocked and began to think about whether what Li Yunlong had said to him before was true. Maybe what Li Yunlong said was true.

Although it was unknown what caliber of artillery Li Yunlong's troops were using, the scale of the bombardment just now was at least a hundred or more large-caliber heavy artillery pieces firing in unison. The Eighth Route Army could not possibly have so many heavy artillery pieces.

Even if the Eighth Route Army had it, how did they transport it all the way from Taihang Mountains to Arshan?

Eliminating all impossibilities, only one possibility remains: Li Yunlong has a relationship with someone inside. These weapons must have been given to Li Yunlong by someone inside, so Li Yunlong has so many artillery pieces in Arxan.

The point that made Gastilovich most confident in his judgment was that when thousands of shells were fired just now, there was only a "whoosh" sound, and no sound of heavy artillery roaring during the bombardment.

Gastilovich had seen Katyusha rockets before. He saw a Katyusha when he went to the rear for a meeting last year. There was also a special person to introduce it. The scene was similar to the launch of thousands of rockets just now.

The entire Soviet army is not equipped with many of these things, but Li Yunlong has a Katyusha rocket artillery regiment, so he must have the support of a big shot behind him.

Gastilovich thought of many people, but none of them had the ability to send a Katyusha rocket artillery regiment to Li Yunlong or support the Eighth Route Army.

Finally, several people came into Gastilovich's mind: a kind father, a marshal, and...

No matter who supports Li Yunlong, these people are people that Gastilovich cannot afford to offend. Li Yunlong is also someone he cannot afford to offend, and even someone he needs to look up to, because Li Yunlong can really make him a division commander.

"Gastilovitch, stop being dazed. What do you think of this scene?"

Looking at Gastilovich who was a little absent-minded, Li Yunlong asked again.

"Thunder Gaba!"

Gastilovich almost blurted out.

Li Yunlong laughed immediately after hearing this: "Thunder clap, thunder clap!"

Then Li Yunlong patted Gastilovich's shoulder vigorously and said, "General Gastilovich, you can return to your unit tomorrow. I congratulate you in advance on becoming the commander of the 17th Army."

Hearing Li Yunlong's words, Gastilovich immediately said with a smile: "General Li Yunlong, I am also very grateful for your support. Please rest assured that we Slavs are the most trustworthy people. I will not forget our agreement."

Li Yunlong smiled with satisfaction after hearing this: "General Gastilovich, I was very optimistic about you before I came here. I mentioned you to others before coming to Arxan. I think a major general is really an understatement for your status. Believe me, you will soon become a lieutenant general."

Gastilovich immediately shook Li Yunlong's hand. He understood a lot from his words. Before Li Yunlong came to Arxan, he had indeed met with an important figure who could help him get promoted. Thinking of this, Gastilovich said excitedly, "Thank you very much, General Li Yunlong. You will be my best friend from now on. Please just call me Gachi."

"Well, you're my best furry bear friend too!"

"For our friendship!"

"For our friendship!"

Li Yunlong and Gastilovich hugged each other with smiles on their faces.

Gastilovich thought to himself that as long as what Li Yunlong said was true, he could really become an army commander and be promoted to lieutenant general, and it would be nothing for him to be Li Yunlong's younger brother.

Li Yunlong was recalling when Gastilovich was promoted to lieutenant general. It seemed to be in 1942, and he was probably promoted to army commander two months later.

I am not bragging, but respecting history!

……

……

……

Thunder Gaba means awesome. Here comes the fifth update. I added one more update. Please give me some small gifts! ~Thank you

Chapter 398 Yang Wanli: A Japanese Lieutenant General

"Blow the charge!"

When the first rocket fell into the 1st Division's base, Kong Jie jumped up from the ground and snatched the charge bugle from the bugler next to him.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick..."

The charge sounded, and the soldiers of the first column jumped up from their hiding places and launched a charge towards the Japanese base in the distance.

"kill!"

"Come on!"

"Kill the devil!"

"rush!"

In order to avoid being discovered by the Japanese, the First Column ambushed about 1.5 kilometers away from the Japanese First Division.

One and a half kilometers is not a suitable distance for a charge. A normal person, without any weapons or equipment, would need five to six minutes, or even seven to eight minutes to run one and a half kilometers.

When charging at this distance, the soldiers need to carry guns, grenades and other items, and their physical strength may be exhausted before they reach the front of the position.

Moreover, the distance of 1.5 kilometers can give the enemy sufficient time to prepare and adjust the firing angle of the machine gun position, and the soldiers can also quickly establish simple defensive positions.

But now the Japanese base had turned into a sea of ​​fire. The soldiers of the First Column rushed from the foot of the mountain to the front of the Japanese base. Without encountering any resistance, they easily rushed into the base of the Japanese First Division.

At this time, the headquarters of the Japanese First Division had become a hell on earth.

There were burning tents, houses and vehicles everywhere.

On the ground, one can see all kinds of messy debris, including the Japanese soldiers' water bottles and parts of their bodies. Apart from that, the most common thing is the Japanese soldiers who have been disfigured beyond recognition.

The smell of barbecue and blood, along with the wailing of the Japs, reached the ears of the soldiers of the First Column.

"Enforce battlefield discipline, clean up the situation, and act quickly!"

Yang Wanli moved quickly, following the soldiers at the front into the base of the Japanese First Division. He took a look at the scene in front of him and immediately gave orders.

"Yes!"

After hearing the order, some soldiers who were still in a daze reacted quickly and began to move towards the interior of the base.

"There's a wounded Japanese soldier here!"

A soldier saw a wounded Japanese soldier wailing, with two of his limbs missing and some iron pieces stuck in his body. He was about to go over and hit the Japanese soldier, but was stopped by an old soldier.

"You can't survive. Don't waste bullets and energy. Keep moving forward."

The soldier was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but his comrade next to him patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to follow. The soldier immediately reacted.

Letting a Japanese soldier who advocates Bushido die alone is a kind of respect, and it is definitely not wanting this Japanese soldier to die in wailing.

At this time, there were still some lucky Japanese soldiers who survived in the First Division’s base.

At this moment, these devils stood there in amazement, not moving at all.

"This, this, this..."

A Japanese lieutenant climbed up from the ground with a samurai sword in his hand, looking around with blood all over his body. Dead, everyone around him was dead, corpses and all kinds of debris were everywhere.

Even a large part of the blood on the Japanese major's body was not his. Various sounds were still echoing in his ears, and everything in front of him was bloody and had a halo.

"Impossible, impossible..."

The major recalled the scene he had witnessed during the Battle of Nomonhan a few years ago. No, the scene back then wasn't as horrific as it is now. Back then, they had fought the Russians quite well, and although they were defeated, it was only because the headquarters didn't support them in continuing the battle.

But now, everything is over, everything is gone. The empire's most elite First Division is now reduced to a pile of corpses.

"Impossible, this is fake, fake, this is a dream!"

The Japanese major muttered to himself, used his officer's knife to support his body, and walked forward with difficulty, repeating that it was just a nightmare.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the ruins, followed by several pieces of wood and bricks scattered.

Isamu Yokoyama crawled out from under the rubble.

He looked down at his surroundings, and everything around him became unfamiliar. Just a moment ago, there were endless military tents and various supplies piled up in the barracks.

But now, apart from the still burning flames, there are only ruins.

There was an arm next to the foot, and on the arm was a watch. Yokoyama Isamu remembered that this watch was a birthday gift he gave to Osamu Konuma.

Yokoyama Isamu had a leg injury, but at this moment he didn't feel any pain at all. He looked around in confusion, dragging his injured leg and moving forward little by little.

"The First Division, where is my First Division, where is the Empire's First Division?"

Yokoyama Isamu looked at the purgatory-like scene around him and muttered to himself.

Just now, soldiers of the First Division could be seen busy at work in the base, but now there is nothing to be seen except corpses and severed limbs.

"Mama-san, I want to go home."

"..."

There were screams coming from the distance, but at this time, Yokoyama Isamu could not hear them at all, and all he saw was blood red.

At this time, not far from Hengshan Yong, Yang Wanli was leading the soldiers of the guard company to clean up the battlefield.