"Zhang Gezhuang?"

Sadaemi Inoue stood up suddenly and walked quickly to the sand table.

The eyes of the intelligence department head Sadao Kato, the communication department head Miya Igarashi and several combatants also fell on the sand table.

Sadao Kato soon found Zhang Gezhuang from the sand table and pointed it to Sadao Inoue with a long wooden pole: "Second Commander, Zhang Gezhuang is in this position."

"It seems that as Sakamoto said, the Eighth Route Army really wants to surround the points and attack the aid."

Speaking of this, Sadashi Inoue couldn't help but look back at Takaichi Sakamoto and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Zhang Gezhuang should be the battlefield pre-selected by the Eighth Route Army, right? That's why they did not hesitate to send that special forces to block the battlefield in the area near Zhang Gezhuang."

"As expected." Sakamoto Takaichi smiled, "Second Commander, the battle has begun."

Speaking of this, Takaichi Sakamoto said confidently: "For more than five years, the Imperial Army has been actively attacking and the Eighth Route Army has passively defended, but this time it finally turned around."

"However, it's not that easy to take the initiative."

"The Eighth Route Army will soon know that without strong battlefield organization capabilities and strong logistical support capabilities, rash attack will only be a death sentence!"

...

At this time, I went out of the city safely.

Kong Jie said: "Second Commander, where is your Italian cannon?"

Not long ago, after driving Chu Yunfei away, 14 M1A1 75mm mountain cannons from another artillery battalion of the Shanxi-Suizhou Army were also joined by the Eighth Route Army. Then, because Li Yunlong divided 12 mountain cannons, Ding Wei and Kong Jie were only assigned 10. They were so angry that they insisted that Li Yunlong use other cannons to compensate.

Li Yunlong was so entangled that he had no choice but to give the Italian cannon to Kong Jie.

After the formation of the Northwest Shanxi Column, the brigade commander did not allocate this antique Italian artillery to the artillery regiment for logistical support, but left it to Kong Jie's second detachment.

In this way, this Italian cannon became the facade of the Second Detachment.

Considering that this time the Eighth Route Army took the initiative to launch a large-scale battle, and their second detachment was responsible for the glorious task of firing the first shot, Kong Jie felt that this was a memorable moment and should have a sense of ritual, so he thought of asking the second regiment commander to push the Italian cannon up and fire the first shot of the battle of northwestern Shanxi.

The second regiment commander hurriedly said, "Commander, the Italian artillery is hidden behind."

"Stop hiding, push forward quickly." Kong Jie sniffed the old smoke and said domineeringly, "The first shot of the Battle of Northwest Shanxi was fired with this Italian cannon!"

"Yes." The second regiment commander agreed.

He said again: "Hurry up, push the Italian cannon up."

Soon, the Italian cannon, which was already "seventy years old", was pushed up.

Kong Jie finished smoking a bag of cigarettes, took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was already midnight the next day.

Kong Jie put away his pocket watch and waved his hand domineeringly: "Target Ping'an County East Pass, fire the fire!"

The second regiment commander pulled down the traction rope suddenly, and with a loud bang, the body of the Italian cannon shook violently, and then a red light roared towards the east gate tower of Ping'an County.

A few seconds later, a dazzling red light suddenly burst into the East Gate Tower.

After this red light bloomed for a few seconds, a rumbling explosion came back.

The next moment, gunfire sounded loudly, and the four regiments of the Second Detachment of the Northwest Shanxi Column launched a fierce attack on the outer positions of Ping'an County almost at the same time.

...

Ping'an County, the headquarters of the 291st Infantry Regiment.

The sudden huge explosion scared the captain Utada Kiro.

Utada Hiro immediately walked to the phone, picked up the phone and said, "Check me the Dongguan position."

Before dark, the telephone lines between Ping'an County, Anhua and Dong County were cut off, and the telephone soldiers sent by the corps headquarters to repair the lines also went but did not return.

However, the telephone number between the corps headquarters and the peripheral positions was still accessible.

"Moses Moses, I am the headquarters of the United Team." Utada Kiro shouted, "Okaku, how is the situation?"

A slightly panicked voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Captain of the regiment, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army is extremely fierce, our firepower is completely suppressed, so please support the artillery fire!"

"Bagayaru!" Utada Kiro cursed in anger.

"It's only been a few minutes since the Eighth Route Army launched an attack. You can't defend it so quickly?"

The voice opposite said in a panic: "Captain of the regiment, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army is really cruel, and there is artillery fire support. Moreover, the shooting accuracy of their infantry support artillery is very high! Our machine gun firepower is almost..."

Before he could finish his speech, a roar suddenly sounded across the phone, and then he fell into silence.

"Moses Moses?" Utada Kiro said anxiously, "Okaku, Moses Moses? Did you hear it? Okaku, please answer, Moses Moses?"

After calling for more than a dozen times, the opposite side finally responded.

"Captain of the United Nations, I am Nakamura." A weak voice replied.

"Nakamura-kun?" Utada Kiro felt nervous and asked anxiously, "Where is your captain?"

"Our captain has already..." the weak voice opposite said, gasping, "He has just sacrificed his life for His Majesty the Emperor."

"Haga, what's going on?" Utada Kiro said furiously.
Chapter completed!