On the morning of July 8th, the 29th division was in chaos.
The commander, who was the actual leader, had already gone home to recuperate for more than half a year. To put it bluntly, he was just tired of fighting with the Japanese.
However, now that they were fighting, even the adjutant was sent by his superiors to invite him over.
The so-called superior was none other than Jiang Zhongzheng.
A fight broke out at Lugouqiao.
If Wanping was lost, then the 29th division in Beijing and Tianjin would be like fish in a pond.
Song Zheyuan had an idea of whether Wanping could be protected. The city's defenses were strong and reliable. The people he sent there were brave and well-equipped.
Song Zheyuan had gone through a lot of trouble to be able to get the Beijing and Tianjin. Otherwise, it would have been a problem to feed the troops in a poor place like Chahar.
Therefore, Wanping, which maintained the connection between Beijing and Tianjin, became his bottom line.
If he couldn't even protect his own bottom line, Song Zheyuan wouldn't be worthy of being the boss.
Under such circumstances, Song Zheyuan was naturally very anxious when he learned that he had lost contact with Wanping.
He repeatedly sent Jiang Zhongzheng a message and contacted the Japanese leader in Beijing and Tianjin.
He always had high hopes for peace.
People in power always had some understanding of the international situation. He also knew that China's strength was indeed not comparable to the Wei Nation.
Song Zheyuan didn't think that he was very ambitious. He had taken control of Beijing and Tianjin and cut off taxes, but it also satisfied his desire to be a rich man.
At least he didn't have to look at Old Jiang.
He was doing well in this matter and was living a comfortable life. Old Jiang was not stupid. At this juncture, he could only listen to him and give him whatever he wanted.
The taxes in Beijing and Tianjin could be ignored, but these two places had to be controlled by the Chinese.
However, Song Zheyuan panicked. If anything happened to Wanping, he would have no way out.
If he was surrounded by the Japanese forces, he would be eaten sooner or later. If he escaped, he would be eaten by Old Jiang sooner or later.
He had also taken responsibility for failing to defend his territory.
Thus, the first order was given out. Wanping had to hold fast. The second order was to send more troops to Wanping.
After that, Song Zheyuan, who was recuperating, immediately went to the capital to negotiate with the Japanese.
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Almost everyone in Wanping City was dumbfounded.
The 29th division's troops were in a panic as they stood guard in the camp. They had nothing to do, and the security guards were arresting people everywhere.
The devils outside the city were busy collecting the corpses.
In short, everything was a mess.
When Chen Li woke up, he also realized that something was wrong.
After gathering all the clues, he realized that the artillery might have gone too far.
Otherwise, the Japanese would have taken over the fortifications outside the city, and then the 29th division would take them back.
Now, the Japanese had not attacked at all. They were probably killed.
What should he do then?
Chen Li did not know.
He didn't care about the cannons or shells. It was just money, and he had money at this time.
However, what he cared about was that if the direction of history went astray and the Japanese stopped fighting, then Song Zheyuan wouldn't be able to slip away either. That would still be no fun.
Chen Li began to rummage through his brain, thinking about how to do something else.
There were dozens of soldiers, each holding a sniper rifle. If the enemy didn't come, then the relationship would be very bad.
Chen Li really couldn't think of how those few cannons could blow up the devils.
If he was really that powerful, then Old Jiang in his previous life would not have fought so miserably in the war. He had more cannons in his hands.
Chen Li couldn't figure it out. Then, he couldn't contact the artillery on the mountain. The opening fire was a signal that two piles of fire had been burned, but the ceasefire didn't seem to have been considered at that time.
After burning down the ancestral hall, Chen Li also lost his temper. He was mainly putting on an act for others to see.
What was the use of this thing?
Other than some memorials, the rest were just feudal superstitions.
If it was burned, so be it.
In any case, the old man would not be back for a few years. In his previous life, the war had lasted for eight years. If he came, it would probably not be much.
Anyway, he would talk about it when he came back.
What was going on with the Japanese?
Chen Li was constantly conflicted.
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While Chen Li was in a dilemma, a large number of officers in the Japanese headquarters were also having a headache.
Although their country had always been shouting slogans like destroying China, it was not as simple as the people thought.
And now, there was some bad news in front of these officers: The Third Brigade was destroyed, and the captain, Seigo Ichiki, committed suicide.
This was a problem that almost no one had imagined, but it happened just like that.
If Kiyoshi Ichiki was still alive, he could at least tell others what he had experienced.
Now that he was dead, it was not as if he had left nothing behind. He had left behind his last words…
" China has an artillery unit, at least five or six cannons. The caliber is unknown, but there is sufficient ammunition. Most of our casualties came from here. Please destroy them before the battle…"
This piece of information received a lot of attention in the rear. However, in North China, the Japanese did not have much air force at the moment. Or rather, this was basically a blank.
Therefore, many simple things became complicated.
Artillery to artillery, infantry to infantry, soon overwhelmed everything.
Fengtai, this was originally a place that the devils had obtained by force. At this time, it was no longer peaceful.
"Team 105, assemble and set off immediately to Wanping City!”
Everyone became excited when they heard the order.
Yesterday, the third battalion of the garrison had gone out to battle. Today, it was finally his turn. He didn't have to think about anything else. Anyway, attacking was an honor.
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Old Zhao was stroking his cannon. Once, an order to not resist had caused them to flee in a hurry without even firing their cannons. Then, the Ghost Death God had accidentally entered Zhao Gang's troops.
So many years had passed, and the days of dancing on the edge of a knife had finally passed, but it had never been as refreshing as last night.
A few cannons were firing at the Japanese.
After firing, Old Zhao realized that his aim was not as accurate as before.
But who cares, as long as it didn't reach Wanping City, it would be used to blow up the Japanese... As for how many would explode, that would depend on fate.
The cannons had to be hidden at dawn.
With too few people, the cannons would definitely not be able to move. The only thing they could do was to put some camouflage on them and then keep the people away.
That was all they could do. No one, including Old Zhao, expected a battle to start here.
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