Taiyuan, Japanese Army Headquarters.
There were two telegrams on the desk of Yoshio Shinozuka, the commander of the Japanese First Army in Shanxi.
These two telegrams were bad news for Shinozuka Yoshio.
The first one was about the commander of the third regiment of the Japanese army's fourth brigade, which was also the news of Shingetsu Sakata.
The second telegram reported that the Fengling Crossing's turrets had been destroyed.
Shinozuka Yoshio was not the angriest about the destruction of the turrets. The angriest thing was that when a small team of Japanese soldiers went to investigate, they were all killed by the booby-traps.
"Did the Fengling Crossing Fortress find out who launched the sneak attack?”Shinozuka Yoshio's face was dark as he asked a colonel officer from the Intelligence Department.
"General, it was done by a squad of the 8th Route Army. This squad belongs to the new regiment.”The colonel lowered his head and replied.
"A new group? Was it the new group that killed Nobutetsu Sakata?”Shinozuka Yoshio asked again.
"Hi!" The colonel lowered his head and replied.
"Who is the commander of the new regiment? Also, who was the captain of that small team?”Shinozuka Yoshio asked three times.
"General, we haven't found anything yet.”This time, the colonel lowered his head especially deeply, and there was a deep apology on his face.
"Baka!" Shinozuka Yoshio finally lost his temper, the veins on his forehead bulging."What is your intelligence department doing? They couldn't even find out who the commander of the eight roads was. What a bunch of good-for-nothings.”
"Hi!" The officer did not dare to refute and lowered his head in agreement.
"I'll allow you to use all means to investigate these two people thoroughly. The Imperial Army of Japan will not let them off.”Shinozuka Yoshio snorted angrily.
"Hi, I'll go check it out now." The colonel lowered his head and left.
The more Shinozuka Yoshio thought about it, the angrier he got. The Imperial Army of Japan was invincible, but now they were being defeated by Tubo. This was unacceptable to him. In the end, he was so angry that he swept everything on his desk and the documents fell to the ground.
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Xiaowang Village, District Team Combat Room.
There were more and more people in the district team now, so it was time for them to become more formal.
Zhao Lei and the monk were sitting at a table with a map on it.
"Monk, where do you think the prisoner of war camp should be?”Zhao Lei asked.
"I don't know either, because we were all blindfolded when we came out. But I know that place is very lively, it must be a market.”Tyrant frowned as he recalled.
Zhao Lei felt a little regretful. He had originally planned to transfer some of the outstanding soldiers to form a special forces team and take down Yamamoto Ichiki's special forces team. Who knew that the monk didn't know the specific location of the special forces team.
It seemed that Yamamoto Ichiki had done a very careful job of keeping it a secret.
Since they couldn't confirm where Yamamoto Ichiki's lair was, they could only put aside the matter of taking down Yamamoto's special forces.
Moreover, even if he knew, Zhao Lei could not move now. He was alone. Although he had the system with him, it was difficult for two fists to fight against four hands. He had to train his soldiers first. Only by improving their combat skills could they deal more effective blows to the Japanese.
Zhao Lei had reaped quite a lot of benefits from this trip to Fengling Du.
Those benefits did not refer to the resources collected from the battlefield, but the rewards given by the system.
Originally, he only had less than 50 merit points left. However, after this trip to Fengling Crossing, his merit points had already increased by dozens.
At first, Zhao Lei was puzzled. This time, he did not kill many Japanese. Most of them were killed by Xiao Hu, Liu Da Qiang, and the others. He did not expect that his soldiers would get merit points for killing Japanese. This made Zhao Lei happy.
However, the merit points awarded were much less, about one-fifth.
Zhao Lei was not discouraged. He would recruit more soldiers in the future. It would be faster for everyone to fight the Japanese than for him to fight alone.
In the blink of an eye, 10 days had passed. During these 10 days, the warriors of the district teams had been training hard.
Zhao Lei had the basic infantry training manual rewarded by the system, so it was very easy for her to train new soldiers.
In ten days, the soldiers under him could almost be considered qualified warriors.
When it was close to noon, Ding Shun looked for Zhao Lei with a solemn expression.
"Captain, the scouts at the front have reported that the traitors of the 8th mixed regiment of the puppet army in Wan Jia Town have come out to sweep again today. They seem to be coming towards our Xiaowang Village.”Ding Shun's eyes were burning with anger. His father was beaten to death by the traitors of the 8th Mixed Brigade, so he wanted to chew all the traitors alive.
Zhao Lei's face darkened." I haven't even gone to seek revenge from them, yet they've delivered themselves to my doorstep. Since that's the case, there's no need to say anything else. Let's kill them."”
"Little Shun, go and inform Old Wang to organize the villagers to retreat to the back of the mountain. Today is the first actual battle of our new district team.”Zhao Lei said.
"Yes, I'll inform Uncle Wang now.”Ding Shun gave a military salute and then ran out of the war room.
After Ding Shun left, Zhao Lei immediately called for a battle meeting. A few minutes later, the soldiers left, rubbing their fists. They had long wanted to fight to vent their anger.
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