binnovel Chapter 717 Do They Think Zhou Weiguo Is Dead?
Chapter 717 Do They Think Zhou Weiguo Is Dead?
Nanzō Yunko pointed to the map. "To survive is to be put to death, or to use another idiom, to find a way out of a desperate situation."
She stood up and walked over to the map, pointing at it. "Zhou Weiguo knows us very well, and he knows that our spirit of dying with honor is a deadly disease. That's why his troops never take any prisoners. Once they decide to attack, they will leave no one alive."
The two men nodded slightly, they knew the independent regiment's style of operation.
"Because of this, Zhou Weiguo won't leave them any chance of survival. Once the Songjing Regiment is cornered, their combat power will be multiplied several times. Coupled with their weapons and equipment, even if they annihilate the Songjing Regiment, the losses will be huge. Rather than doing that, it's better to let them go. Of course, there's a prerequisite for this, which is that Songjing gets to know the situation."
"Zhou Weiguo wouldn't like the Empire's military supplies, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't sell them. So, everything depends on what Matsui himself considers."
If you want to live, just drop your weapon and run away. If you want to die, he won't say he can't kill you.
As he was speaking, Nakamura opened the door, approached the three of them, and handed over a telegram: "General, Miss, the headquarters has decided to abandon Xi'an."
Hey……
Okamura Yasuji was not much moved. If this decision could have been made a few days earlier, perhaps the Matsui team would not have been in the situation it is today.
After all, it’s the people above who think too much.
Seeing the three men's expressions, Nakamura didn't bother to put the telegram on the ground. Instead, he pulled out another telegram from January from his briefcase. "This is a secret telegram from General Miyamoto of the North China Front Army to the 2nd Army."
Nanzō Yunko took the message, glanced at it, and frowned. "North China is going to be in chaos."
Ok……
Okamura Neiji, who had picked up his teacup, looked up at Nanzō Yunko and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"
"Miyamoto ordered the Second Army to move money and other valuables from Xi'an to Luoyang when they evacuated."
"Oh no!" Okamura Neiji gasped. "This is a sign of chaos in North China. I'm afraid Tokyo will also be affected this time."
Sinners, these two are truly sinners of the empire. You are plucking the hair under the nose of a tiger. Do you think he, Zhou Weiguo, is dead?
"Contact the 2nd Army for me." Okamura Neiji took a deep breath, stood up, and pointed to the adjutant beside him to make a phone call.
Yamadajima looked at him in surprise and said, "Can you still stop him from snatching it?"
"It always takes an effort. Do you really want Zhou Weiguo to go to Tokyo in a rage and turn the place upside down?"
Nanzō Yunko lowered her head and pondered for a moment before saying, "General, I advise you not to get involved in this matter. You and Meijing Meijiro are only of the same rank, so a few words between you are nothing special. But don't forget that his true superior is the North China Front Army. If you make this call now, you are undoubtedly questioning the North China Front Army's decision, which will probably have a huge impact on your future."
Okamura Neiji was silent for a while. Then he turned to the two of them and said, "Are we just going to watch Tokyo suffer his ruthless attack?"
Nanzō Yunko chuckled, picked up her teacup again, and looked out the window at the setting sun. "It's not like I haven't been hit before."
You didn't care before, but this time you care. I'm afraid this is a bit unreasonable.
It has been surrounded for several days.
As the commander of the regiment, Matsui Ikki, who had initially been confident that he would be the first to annihilate the enemy's main force and that his role as a decoy would be the key to success, now felt uncertain about the future of the entire regiment. In just four days,
For four days, the supplies he carried were sufficient, but the enemy suddenly attacked, and he could only snatch out a small amount of food, and the rest fell into the hands of the enemy.
In addition to the shortage of food and fodder, he was at a loss at this moment after seeing a telegram sent from the Chahar Detachment.
The two cavalry battalions sent out by the Chahar Detachment were intercepted by the Northwestern Cavalry less than five kilometers away from here. The two sides fought there for nearly an hour using the most primitive methods.
The cavalry suffered heavy losses and had no choice but to evacuate. At the same time, the 59th Army of the Northwest Army, with the cooperation of the th Cavalry Division, completely cut off the passage between itself and the Chahar Detachment. The Chahar Detachment also encountered an attack by the enemy's air force and could no longer organize a rescue.
Putting down the telegram in his hand, Matsui Kazuki looked at everyone present.
Surrounded by the enemy, everyone was very nervous. Coupled with the unique terrain and weather here, everyone looked exhausted, and there was even an unbearable smell.
He walked out of the bunker without saying a word, and after a quick circle, he came to a commanding height where he could observe the enemy and his own position.
Lighting a wrinkled cigarette, Matsui Kazuki looked from behind the armored vehicles, tanks, and artillery deployed for defense and said to his chief of staff, Kuroki Ichiro, who had been following him with a wry smile, "I never dreamed that our regiment would one day find itself in such a situation."
There is no way to heaven and no way to earth.
Kuroki looked towards the Chahar detachment with a bitter look; "Yes, we have blocked our retreat ourselves."
If the regiment had been able to evacuate immediately at the beginning of the battle, the troops would have been able to break out, but a center of the military headquarters exploded, completely blocking the retreat of the entire regiment.
"Hmm." Matsui Kazuki took a deep drag on his cigarette and looked for a moment at the soldiers in the position who had already merged with the land. "What do you think our chances of success are if we burn our boats and break through?"
Odds?
Kuroki smiled bitterly and pointed to his chapped lips. "As officers, we are now in a situation where we are about to run out of water. Just imagine the situation of the soldiers below us."
Water source?
Matsui Kazuki's gaze fell on a place about two hundred meters away from here. There was a pond of neither big nor small. It was where the rainwater from the surrounding hillsides merged and accumulated.
The water had turned green and was obviously not drinkable, so he didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that it would only take a few days to launch an attack on the enemy.
But now, not only has the attack disappeared, but the soldiers above are also asking them to break out. How can they, whose throats are already dry and thirsty, maintain the high-speed and intense combat?
What's more, he couldn't get such a water source. The enemy on the opposite side controlled the place and people couldn't get through at all.
"It seems that at this point, we only have one way to get out of the current situation." Matsui Kazuki clenched his hands and looked in one direction.
Kuroki followed his gaze and was silent for a moment before frowning and saying, "Can it work?"