"Awesome! Commander Yang, the task of tearing apart the Siberian defense line will be handed over to you. We have to go back and mobilize before the battle!”
Qiu Qing Quan had seen the spectacular scene of the Iron Hammer Train Cannon firing, and his worries were swept away. He happily drove back to the camp with Zhang Lingpu.
The Siberian defense line had been shattered by the Iron Hammer Train Cannon. The next step was to drive straight in and take down Irkutsk, Ulan-Ude, Chita, and cut off the Siberian railway.
There was only half a month before winter arrived. Whether they could complete their strategic goal before the terrifying winter of Siberia arrived depended on the four armies.
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Gao Li, Shunchuan.
The western battlefield was in full swing, while the eastern battlefield was at its climax.
The commander-in-chief, Bai Zixi, knew that the Feng army could not afford to delay, so he ordered Ma Zhanshan's second group army and Li Anhe's seventh group army to annihilate the Fusang Far East Army as quickly as possible.
However, after two days of chaos, the Japanese gradually adapted to the tactics of the Feng army and began to show their crazy and fierce nature. They launched counter-attacks on the Feng army many times in an attempt to push the Feng army back to the Yalu River.
However, the difference in weapons and equipment standards was too great. Madness could not make up for it!
Sunchon was less than 100 kilometers away from the capital. In just two days, the second and seventh armies of the Fengjun took a pincer attack. The seventh army went straight to Hamhung, and the second army was ready to take the capital and then go straight to Seoul.
The commander of the Fusang Far East Army, Shirakawa Masayoshi, was not to be outdone. He immediately withdrew his forces and sent the Chief of Staff, Lin Shijulang, to come to pyongyong to take command. He mobilized 17 divisions to set up defenses in Shunchuan. At the same time, he asked for help from within the country and sent more troops to Gaoli.
A large-scale battle began!
"Marshal, isn't this a little too cruel?”
In Anzhou City, not far from Shunchuan, Guo Songling accompanied Jiang Yun 'an to the front line for inspection.
Yesterday, the Second Army captured An Zhou Cheng. The 70,000 Fusang people who did not manage to escape in time were all killed. Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, they were all executed. Their corpses piled up like mountains.
Compared to the Fusang people, the 140,000 Gao Liren were much luckier. Without any hesitation, they knelt down and surrendered, crying for their parents and begging Feng Jun to spare their lives.
Ma Zhanshan had received an order to not leave any Fusang people alive. He did not say that he would kill Gao Liren. After asking for instructions from General Jiang Yun 'an, he left a regiment to guard An Zhou and the main force rushed to Shunchuan.
"Brutal?"
Jiang Yun 'an looked at the corpses of the Fusang people piled up in the wilderness outside the city, his eyes cold and heartless.
Thinking of the heinous crimes committed by Fusang in the modern history of time and space, the crazy and inhumane killing methods, and the many extremely cruel massacres, Jiang Yun 'an did not intend to let these scum beasts go.
"Chief of Staff, you must firmly believe in one truth. A dead devil is a good devil. We must kill the Fusang dwarf.”
Sensing the coldness and ruthlessness in Jiang Yun 'an's tone, Guo Songling's scalp went numb.
The old marshal had said the same thing when he was still alive. He said that the mirror was not clean. The Japanese had to be beaten up. A dead Japanese was a good Japanese. The only thing he could do to the Japanese was to send these animals to see Auntie Tenshou. If the conditions allowed it, he had to blow up the few islands in the Japanese territory.
Guo Songling had heard such words since he was young.
Sometimes, he wondered what Fusang had done wrong to make the old marshal hate her so much. They racked their brains to destroy the Fusang Kingdom.
It seemed that the marshal was influenced by the old marshal and hated the Fusang people to the bone!
"Digging a hole, be quick! Damn it, haven't you eaten?"
"Pa…Ah!"
Angry shouts were accompanied by miserable screams. Jiang Yun 'an turned his head and saw hundreds of soldiers waving horsewhips and bamboo sticks to drive thousands of wretched Gao Liren to dig a hole.
Why did he dig a hole? Of course, it was to bury the corpses.
It was November, the beginning of winter, and there was a light snow last night. The corpses of more than 70,000 Fusang people would not rot for a while.
The problem was that if they did not deal with it as soon as possible, the probability of a plague outbreak was very high. Therefore, Feng Jun pulled in free labor and began to dig holes to bury the bodies.
Gao Liren was already frightened by yesterday's massacre. She had witnessed with her own eyes that the Fusang people, who were usually arrogant, were all killed by the Feng army like chickens. How could they dare to resist? They did not even dare to complain. They waved their tools and worked hard.
Jiang Yun 'an walked over and the soldiers saluted him.
"Marshal!"
"There's no need to be so polite.”
"Yes."
The general education level of the Fengjun was very high, and they grew up studying the textbooks compiled by Jiang Xiong. They no longer had the outdated ideas of the People's Republic of China. When they saw the marshal, they only respected him and did not restrain themselves. They went about their own business.
Gao Li, a commoner, stole a glance at the tall and handsome Jiang Yun 'an as she worked. Even the fiendish Feng Jun was so respectful to this young man. He should be the new Northeastern King in charge of the Feng lineage.
Suddenly, a bespectacled middle-aged woman ran out and knelt down in front of Jiang Yun 'an.
"Marshal! Our Gao Liren was coerced! Please don't enslave us!"
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