Chapter 252 I Want to Be Napoleon Today

After arranging the city defense work, Iwamatsu Yoshio did not leave the combat meeting room immediately. The old devil silently walked to the window and looked far to the northeast of the city.

Over there is Taiyuan's industrial zone, where the light and heavy industries of the entire city are concentrated. After thinking for a moment, he gave a new order with great pain:

"Arrange the warriors to place explosives in each factory, and detonate the bombs immediately without hesitation!"

"Even if we destroy all these things, we can't leave them to the Eighth Route Army! Otherwise, the situation of our brother in North China will only get worse."

As soon as these words came out, the staff took a breath of cold air. They didn't expect their commander to act so cruelly.

Although Taiyuan's industrial structure is deformed, it is still complete in military and civilian industries. As long as there are sufficient raw materials, the materials needed by our brother can be produced continuously.

Such an important city, it can be said that there are not many even in the mainland. It can be imagined that the situation has reached the most serious point when the commander of the family said to bomb.

But at this moment, a communicator ran in from outside the door:

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, there is a call from the headquarters! General Hata Shunroku and the Minister of War personally ordered us to hold Taiyuan for a month, and strictly prohibited the destruction of any equipment in the city."

"By then, the Kwantung Army, the Mongolian Army, and the direct-controlled troops of the North China Front Army will all come to support and launch attacks on the Eighth Route Army from the east and north."

"Long live the great Japanese brother country, long live His Majesty the Locust."

With the arrival of the new news, the combat meeting room suddenly became chaotic, and the devils present turned into masters of face-changing.

As middle and senior commanders with their heads full of Bushido, none of them were afraid of death, and they were ready to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor at any time.

But if there is a chance to live, who would not want to fight for it?

Even Iwamatsu Yoshio, the commander of the First Army who was ready to die, was trembling with excitement after reading the telegram.

This old devil was very confident in the walls of Taiyuan. He thought it would not be too difficult to hold out for just one month.

It is better to live a miserable life than to die. At worst, he would be dismissed and sent back to the mainland to join the reserve.

Look at Shinozuka Yoshio, who is still doing well in the Army Officer School.

After adjusting his state and facial expression, Iwamatsu Yoshio immediately ordered the communicator with high spirits:

"Call General Hata Shunroku and the Minister of War back and tell them that we will definitely defend Taiyuan City to the death and are ready to die with all our members, and will never retreat!"

Iwamatsu Yoshio paused, and then said to everyone in the operations room: "We still have to be prepared for both situations. The bombs we just mentioned still need to be deployed. Before the rescue team arrives, we must not take it lightly, especially the light industrial zone in Taiyuan!"

In the eyes of this old devil, compared with the arsenal that can produce various types of firearms, ammunition and large-caliber heavy artillery, the Eighth Route Army is more likely to pay more attention to the civilian workers' area.

After all, the other side can also make weapons by themselves, and the production capacity is definitely not lower than that of the Taiyuan Arsenal.

However, the development of civilian workers in the Eighth Route Army is much backward, and so far they can only produce one kind of bicycle. As a belligerent, it is definitely right not to let the other side get what they want.

"Hi!"

After the signalman left, Iwamatsu Yoshio, whose face was cleared of gloom, came to the sand table.

At this time, the blue flags representing the Mongolian Army, the Kwantung Army and the North China Front Army had been inserted on their respective marching routes. From a distance, it looked like the Eighth Route Army was surrounded without knowing it.

Using itself as bait, it held on to the strategic area of ​​Taiyuan and lured the enemy troops to move towards itself. As long as it can be defended, when the time is right, it can cooperate with friendly troops to counter-encircle the enemy.

"Yoshi! It's the center blossom!"

As soon as the words came out, the old devil immediately closed his mouth. North China is a bit weird. All the generals who thought they were using the center blossom tactics died on the battlefield without exception.

As a lieutenant general of the Japanese army, Iwamatsu Yoshio has studied French military history. After a few seconds, he thought of another way of saying it.

"It's the Battle of the Three Emperors! Today I am Napoleon!"

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Taiyuan, Dingxianglou.

This is the most luxurious restaurant in Shanxi. It is a century-old restaurant with a secret sauce donkey meat as its specialty.

It's a pity that since mid-May, the business in the city has not been very good except for food, and almost no one comes to the restaurant to consume.

After all, the storm is coming recently, and there are rumors everywhere that the Eighth Route Army is about to attack the city.

In order to protect the lives and property of themselves and their families, the people gradually reduce the frequency of going out, so as not to anger the devils patrolling the streets and get into trouble.

In the restaurant, a young man in coarse cloth kept walking back and forth in the same place, looking like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Boss, is Captain Zheng safe? He would have returned with his comrades at this time in the past."

"Now the streets are full of Japanese military police and patrols. If anything goes wrong, how can we explain to Captain Wang of the county brigade?"

Dingxianglou became the underground communication station of the Eighth Route Army two years ago.

Fresh ingredients need to be purchased here every day, and people from all walks of life can be contacted, which is very convenient for our intelligence personnel to carry out their work. The captain Zheng mentioned by the waiter is naturally Zheng Yingqi of the division's special agent regiment.

Taiyuan is not only the provincial capital, but also the city with the best industrial foundation in the province.

Take the Taiyuan Arsenal as an example. It is known as the three major arsenals of the Republic of China together with Fengtian and Hanyang.

The fact that Yan Laoxi was able to control Jin Province for 38 years was directly related to the fact that the arsenal manufactured weapons and ammunition for him, thereby recruiting soldiers and expanding his power.

Before the fall of Taiyuan, the Jin faction moved away more than 1,000 small machine tools and more than 200 power motors.

This number was only 2% of the total property, and the remaining equipment in the factory fell into the hands of the Japanese.

The deputy commander-in-chief had formulated a plan to attack Taiyuan City as early as the first day of the Zhongtiaoshan Campaign.

In order to ensure that the major factories would not be destroyed by the desperate devils, the division headquarters sent the most powerful special forces regiment into the city in advance, waiting for the main force to launch an attack.

Looking at the guy who kept swaying in front of him, the shopkeeper stood up and grabbed him.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft! What nonsense are you talking about! Commander Zheng is an elite from the headquarters, what are the little devils like?"

"They are probably busy with something important and have been delayed somewhere for a while. Okay, stop talking. The news in the city is very tense, be careful of the walls."

But at this moment, the door of the restaurant was kicked open by someone from the outside. Three people who didn't look decent came in swaggeringly.

The leader was so thin that he looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

His eyes were small and thin, and with two mustaches, he looked like a traitor face that only appears once in a thousand years.

Although the arrival of the uninvited guest surprised the shopkeeper. But as a half-Eighth Route Army soldier, he pretended to be calm and took the initiative to greet:

"Hey, isn't this Captain Jia? What brings you here?"

"What are you going to eat today? Is it the same as before? Xiao Cai! Hurry up and cut three pounds of donkey meat and two pounds of white wine."

Due to the vast territory of the Republic of China, as the Japanese invasion war progressed, their troops were gradually stretched.

In order to manage the security of the occupied areas, the devils implemented the strategy of using Chinese to control Chinese, and established many puppet troops in various places.

Among these puppet troops of various shapes and colors, there are both dog thieves who are devoted to the invaders and people who are forced to make a living.

Captain Jia is one of the many puppet troops. He has a total of 600 people under him, who are mainly responsible for the security and investigation in Taiyuan City.

According to his previous character, he will definitely forget everything when he hears that there is wine and meat. The shopkeeper is ready to get them drunk to prevent them from running into Zheng Yingqi who has returned from investigation.

But something unexpected happened. The other party looked around with a sly look, and then whispered: "No drinking today, drinking will delay things. I came to see Captain Zheng for something serious to discuss, why don't I see him?"

When this was said, the shopkeeper and the waiter were secretly shocked. They hurriedly adjusted their expressions and said with a smile:

"Captain Zheng? Why haven't I heard of him before?

"Is it our new commander of the Imperial Army? If you want to find someone, you have to go to the headquarters. This is a restaurant."

Looking at the two people who were still performing hard, Captain Jia shook his head helplessly. He stretched out his hand and made an eight, and said with emotion:

"I have abandoned the dark and joined the light, and now I am an informant of the Eighth Route Army."

"Don't disbelieve me, I have a token given by Captain Zheng. He asked me to come here today to listen to the battle plan. If it doesn't work, I will wait a little longer. "

After receiving the token, the shopkeeper and Cai the clerk widened their eyes.

The two had seen this strange-shaped whistle on Zheng Yingqi's neck before. With the other party's ability, unless he handed it over voluntarily, outsiders would have no chance to get it.

Fortunately, at this time, the real owner finally came back.

Seeing Captain Jia waiting in the hall, Zheng Yingqi smiled from the bottom of his heart. It was because of that unprecedented face.

In theory, a puppet soldier like Jia Gui who usually eats and drinks for free, has a lollipop addiction, is full of foul language, and has a problem with his work style is absolutely impossible to become an informant of the Eighth Route Army.

During the public trial after the war, whether he can survive depends entirely on his past deeds.

But according to the results of the previous investigation, this person actually hates the Japanese army extremely. Although he has many bad habits, he has never used his position to massacre civilians.

In addition, the other party's position is public security and detection, and he can move freely in the city even in wartime, which is very consistent with the requirements of the special forces battalion for the task.

"It seems that you are all acquaintances, so I don't need to introduce each other. ”

“Jia Gui, starting from noon today, take care of each of your men. No one is allowed to leave the barracks without my order.”

“After lunch, bring out your most trusted adjutant. Our people will change into appropriate clothes and patrol the streets with you and wait for the opportunity.”

There are no book reviews recently, no book reviews for all books, so the book is not cold.

The reason for posting eight hours late is that I am almost cold. I have been staying up all night for four consecutive nights, and my body can't stand it. I have to adjust my work and rest.

From now on, I can only suffer for my boss.

There are two more updates today, I will write them at work!