Time slowly passed, and heavy snow began to fall from the sky. At this moment, Kone's mood was as cold as the snowflakes.
The reality in front of him completely broke through the idea of victory in the dream of Keibu Keibu. The bandits of the Clear Wind Camp could not be treated with common sense. The Japanese army's proud fighting skills were as immature as babies in front of them.
"Guardian, let's retreat into the city quickly, or we won't be able to leave!”
Matsushita Naoto said loudly as he held Konebun's hand.
Most of the troops they had sent to the front line had died in battle. There were only a few hundred people left to resist, and they only had one squadron left. In other words, they only had about 1,000 soldiers left. The other 2,000 or so had all died in battle.
"Leave?"
A bitter smile appeared on the face of the guard, and he turned to look at Matsushita with a bleak smile,""Matsushita-kun, I regret not listening to your advice. But now, I can't leave. Take the flag and leave! You're only my chief of staff and you're under my orders. I believe the people above won't make things difficult for you, but I can't leave.
After two consecutive failures, I lost almost two regiments of soldiers. Even if Commander Sugiyama could let me go, the military wouldn't let me go!”
He knew very well that after he failed twice in a row, the military would never let him off. If he could be forgiven the first time, they would never forgive him the second time.
"Guardian!"
Matsushita Naoto's expression was slightly moved. Although he also knew, after all, he had worked together with Keimei for so many years. Everyone would have feelings for him.
"Eight ~ Caw ~ Let's go! Don't tell me you want the flag to be taken away by that person?”
Keibun looked straight at Matsushita and shouted.
Matsushita Naoto pursed his lips and saluted Keibun. Then, he turned around and left with the flag protection squadron. At this time, only a dozen soldiers and a few staff officers were left around Keibun.
"You guys go too! Don't accompany an old man like me to die here. Remember, you must avenge me if you have the chance in the future!”
The guard looked at the young faces of these soldiers and said in a deep voice.
"Major General, please do not underestimate us. We are also His Majesty's loyal subjects. It is our honor to be loyal to His Majesty.”
An advisor looked at the guard and said loudly.
Satoshi nodded in satisfaction, then looked at him and said,"A meaningless sacrifice is not worth it. If you want to stay alive, continue to serve His Majesty. Go, don't stay here anymore!”
No one moved. The guard was furious. He looked at them and shouted,"Ba ~ ga ~ can't you hear my order? Leave immediately! Get lost!"
The dozen soldiers and a few staff officers looked at each other, and in the end, they were forced to leave under the order of the Imperial Guard.
Right now, only one person was left in the command post.
Seeing that there were already some soldiers running towards his command post, a bitter smile appeared on Hideki's face.
He grabbed the snow on the ground and rubbed it on his face, hoping to wash away the black on his face.
A bone-chilling feeling came from his face. He endured the discomfort and washed his face clean. He turned his head to look at the approaching soldiers. He pulled out the commander's knife with a resentful face and stabbed it into his lower abdomen.
The pain in his stomach made him feel as if he had fallen into hell. At the last moment of his life, he seemed to think of his wife, his son, his parents, and the oath that the instructor had led him and the others to make on the first day he entered the military academy.
"I will never suffer the shame of being captured alive. I will bring out all the loyalty and bravery of my soul and die calmly according to the principle of eternal life.”
At the last moment, his mind was fixed on the image of his wife. He fell to the ground with a bitter smile.
The snowflakes falling from the sky slowly covered him.
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Zhou Weiguo walked on the battlefield filled with corpses. He looked at the corpses on the ground without any expression. Hand-to-hand combat was the most bloody way of fighting between soldiers.
The Japanese soldiers were dying, and so were their own soldiers. Although the battle had ended, Zhou Weiguo knew that he had taken down Laiyang County, but he would also become the focus of the Japanese army. They might continue to send troops to attack until they destroyed him.
Zhou Weiguo walked to the corpse of the guard. At this moment, the corpse was almost covered in snow. He reached out and wiped the snow off his shoulder. When he saw the rank of major general, Zhou Weiguo heaved a sigh of relief.
"Brother, what should we do with this Japanese's body?”
Zhu Ziming walked over and asked Zhou Weiguo.
"Burn them together!"
Zhou Weiguo said softly. Although he hated the Japanese army to the bone, he still felt that it was meaningless to make an issue out of a corpse.
Of course, if Keibun was the lieutenant general of an elite division, then that would be another story.
"Regiment Commander, the puppet troops in the city have surrendered!”
Xu Hu walked up to Zhou Weiguo and said.
"They left the city to surrender? They were sent to the prisoner of war camp to be educated. Those who don't listen, kill them!"
Xu Hu understood Zhou Weiguo's meaning. He had to find a way to make those puppet soldiers join them. If they were to be perfunctory, then he would be sorry. He could only kill them. Because Zhou Weiguo and the others did not have much time to waste on the puppet soldiers.
"Let's go! Let's enter the city!"
Zhou Weiguo looked at the sky and said to Zhu Ziming.
Then, the group entered the city.
On January 12th, 1939, a telegram from Laiyang County shook the entire Huaxia.
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"Selling newspapers! Selling newspapers! On the 11th, Zhou Weiguo, the colonel of the 87th Division of the 9th Army of the National Revolutionary Army, recovered Laiyang County, a county on the Jiaodong Peninsula, and won the honor of being the first city to be recovered in the Anti-Japanese War!”
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers! The colonel who recovered Laiyang County is currently the second in command of the bandits!”
"Selling newspapers ~ Selling newspapers ~ Someone once said that when Regiment Commander Zhou Weiguo sounds the horn of the counterattack, the Japanese army won't be able to survive for long!”
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Guangzhou, Changsha, Chongqing, Chengdu, and other major cities in the current Kuomintang-controlled areas were all trying their best to promote this news. At the same time, the upper echelons of China were beginning to collect information on Zhou Weiguo. Who was this person who could actually take back a county and set a precedent for resisting the Japanese?
Moreover, he even used the banner of a German Machinist from the national army. This was not simple.
As the investigation went deeper, everyone suddenly understood. The eldest son of Zhou Jixian, the only heir of the Zhou family, and the ninth graduate of Huangpu University, had studied abroad. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, he was recruited to return to China to participate in the Battle of Shanghai and the Battle of Nanjing.
After the Nanjing defense war, he disappeared without a trace. Many people thought that the son of this big shot was dead. They did not expect him to run to Jiaodong Peninsula.
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