Chapter 437 The decisive battle in the Northeast (3)
Northeastern Command Umezu Yoshijiro and Ishihara Wanji walked together on a path next to the headquarters building. Looking at the lush trees next to them that were beginning to emit spring colors, Umezu Yoshijiro said with emotion: "Ishihara-kun, look at how beautiful the scenery here is.
Ah, it’s a pity that we can’t take it with you.”
Ishihara Wanji reached out and picked a leaf from the side, and said with a wry smile: "I originally thought that we would occupy this rich and beautiful land forever, but I didn't expect that one day we would be driven away."
"Hey, I didn't expect that the so-called invincible flower of the Imperial Army would be driven away one day." Umezu Yoshijiro said self-deprecatingly: "The call from the base camp ordered us to rely on North Korea's favorable terrain to stop the Chinese after retreating to North Korea.
To the west of Dandong, wait until the time is right before counterattacking China. Ishihara-kun, do you think we still have that chance?"
Ishihara smiled suddenly and fell silent, and then sighed for a long time, "I have often been thinking recently whether there is something wrong with our strategy. After we occupied Manchuria, should we settle down and wait for more chaos in China?
It would be better to wait until we have digested Manchuria before launching a large-scale attack on China. As a result, I found that if we can safely operate in Manchuria for another twenty years and truly manage Manchuria as if it were the mainland of our empire, then we can then encroach on China.
It will be easy to move inland, but it is a pity that the great situation was ruined by the young idiots in the military department."
Hearing this, Umezu Yoshijiro smiled bitterly and said, "Those officers are eager to swallow up the entire China overnight. How can they have the patience to wait for twenty years? Let alone them, the first one who refuses to agree is probably His Majesty the Emperor.
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Ishihara Wanji stopped talking. In fact, the young officers used tricks to defeat their superiors time and time again. Without Emperor Hirohito's support behind the scenes, how could they have such boldness? Ishihara Wanji has always thought it appropriate to suppress those old-timers.
The chaebol and military bosses are necessary, but it is unnecessary to encourage young officers to carry out assassinations again and again. At least Ishihara Wanji has never believed that any country has become strong through assassinations. For this reason, Ishihara
Wan'er even wrote a letter to Emperor Hirohito. In the memorial, he vaguely put forward some suggestions to restrain young military officers in the country. Unexpectedly, he was jealous of the emperor. If Umezu Yoshijiro hadn't pulled him out at the right time, he would be here now.
Maybe he still stays at home and writes books.
Seeing Ishihara's smile and silence, Umezu Yoshijiro knew that he was talking about his friend's pain points, and immediately changed the topic: "Our war situation is very unfavorable now, and North Korea also needs someone to take charge of the overall situation. Ishihara-kun, why don't you take the train first?"
Go to North Korea to take overall command, while I stay here and serve as rearguard."
Ishihara smiled and nodded, "That's fine, but Umezu-kun, you must be cautious. Regardless of whether our troops have been withdrawn or not, you must evacuate to North Korea within three days, otherwise you will be in danger if you stay here.
Now that their Siberian Group Army has arrived in Jilin, I estimate that Yoshioka Anchi's defense line will be in danger of collapsing within three days at most. If they wait until the Siberian Group and the Far East Group Army meet up, then their 400,000-strong army will attack Dandong and kill them.
Once Dandong is occupied, you won't be able to leave even if you want to, and you must not expect to fly to North Korea or other places by plane. The sky over Manchuria is now dominated by the Chinese."
A hint of bitterness appeared on Umezu Yoshiro's face: "Ishihara-kun, don't worry, I still cherish my little life."
Having said this, Umezu Yoshijiro showed a trace of unbearable expression on his face again, "Ishihara-kun, can't you really order Yasuo Yoshioka to withdraw his troops to Fengtian? There are 200,000 elite members of the Imperial Kwantung Army there."
"No," Ishihara Kanji said firmly, "If Yoshioka Yasuo retreats, we won't even have three days to prepare."
On the railway from Fengtian to Dandong, trains loaded with soldiers and supplies roared past. Both sides of the railway were crowded with immigrants from the Japanese Reclamation Corps who were competing to flee North Korea. They had no cars and were not qualified to take the train.
, they could only rely on their own feet to walk on the road with the few remaining belongings of the family. They were all a small group of people living around Fengtian who were lucky enough to get the news of the retreat in time.
Group immigration.
But they are unfortunate. The distance from Fengtian to Dandong is not long, only more than 300 kilometers. For the trains of this era, it takes less than ten hours. But for civilians like them who walk on their own feet,
But it is a difficult escape route. Several Chahar fighter planes roar past in the sky from time to time. Pilots who are in a good mood may not bother to pay attention to them, but if they are attacked by a pilot who is in a bad mood,
, their miserable days have come. Although those planes will not bomb civilians with precious heavy aerial bombs, a few rounds of machine gun fire are inevitable.
Therefore, if you see the bloody corpses of Japanese civilians on both sides of the railway or highway, don't doubt it, it must be the work of those Chahar pilots who took advantage of the Japanese civilians to vent their anger.
On April 7, the 27th year of the Republic of China, the Siberian Army quickly defeated tens of thousands of third-rate garrison troops in Heilongjiang and rushed to Jilin like a tide. On the 8th, Changchun was recaptured, and the puppet Manchukuo Emperor Puyi, who had no time to escape, was captured. On the 9th,
, the Siberian Army and the Expeditionary Army formally joined forces and surrounded the 150,000 remnant troops stationed in Jilin.
Under the combined force of Bai Chongxi and Sun Liren, the 150,000 Japanese army led by Lieutenant General Yoshioka Yasushi was wiped out in less than three days. Lieutenant General Yoshioka Yasushi committed suicide by caesarean section. After annihilating Yoshioka Yasushi, Bai Chongxi and Sun Liren
The troops united and attacked Fengtian. At this point, even the stupidest people in the world could understand that the Japanese Kwantung Army, which had been glorious for less than seven years, was over.
In a small village more than 100 kilometers away from Fengtian, there are more than 300 immigrants from the Japanese Reclamation Corps living here. Due to its remote location, although news of the Kwantung Army's defeat in the war has been reported some time ago,
They did not believe that the invincible Japanese Kwantung Army would be defeated by the humble Chinese people in ordinary times. Until now, they continue to live their lives as in the past.
These farmers or unemployed people who were originally just farmers or unemployed people in China who relied on selling their daughters to schools to support their families came to Manchuria and seemed to have entered a paradise that they could never have dreamed of.
In this land, they can oppress the farmers here to their heart's content, just as they were oppressed by their landlords in Japan before. The rapid change of status made them a little forgetful. With the help of the Japanese government and the army, they can do whatever they want.
They plundered the land and wealth of the farmers who originally lived here, urging them to work for themselves.
They have completely forgotten that they were once oppressed in Japan. Now that they have come to this fertile land, they seem to want to make up for the pain of being exploited by the Japanese landlords and plutocrats.
It's all passed on to the people here.
They drove out all the original residents here with bayonets and sticks, robbed the land and houses that their ancestors had worked hard for generations, and allowed the original villagers to freeze and starve to death. Then they leased the land here to local farmers for cultivation.
He collected land rent like a landlord, thus living the dream life of a landlord.
But they have forgotten that there is an old saying in China: good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Today is finally their turn.
At noon, the farmers who were working hard around the village were still waiting for the land that originally belonged to them but now had to be rented from the Japanese. Suddenly, several young people working in the fields suddenly heard a series of sounds that they had never heard before.
The roar of the people came from afar, and soon a long dragon-like team appeared in everyone's sight.
Soon, black iron vehicles that the villagers had never seen before appeared on the simple road at the head of the field. When they drove not far from the fields, the lead vehicle stopped and a leader stopped.
A middle-aged man wearing a leather hat and a dark green military uniform jumped off the iron thing. Immediately after, several fully armed soldiers followed him.
After getting off the car, he walked to the field and smiled and said hello to several farmers with slightly frightened eyes in the field, "Hello fellow villagers, I want to ask you for directions.
The dozen or so farmers were a little stunned at first. After a while, an old man stammered and asked: "Boss, where are you from?"
The middle-aged man smiled kindly, "We are Chahar's team, here to fight the Japs. Look at the markings on our car."
The old man squinted his eyes for a long time before saying in surprise: "It's a blue sky and a white sun, and the ground is red. Are you all sent here by Marshal Zhang?"
"Haha" the middle-aged man laughed, "Old man, we are not sent by Marshal Zhang, but it is the same. We are all here to fight the Japanese."
"Are you really here to fight the emperor and the devils?" the old man asked in disbelief.
Seeing the middle-aged man nodding his head with a smile and confirming again, the old man tremblingly knelt down to the middle-aged soldier, choked with sobs and cried, "Sir, you are here. It has been seven years. We hope you are well."
The little devil and those beasts from the Reclamation Corps did a terrible job on us. You must avenge my son. He was beaten to death by those beasts from the Reclamation Corps."
The middle-aged man quickly helped the old man up and said, "Old man, you have to do this. You will shorten my life if you do this."
"As long as you tell me where those bastards from the Reclamation Corps are, I will send someone to deal with them." A trace of anger flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes and he said loudly.
"It's right there." The old man pointed to the village ahead. "That was our village originally, but now it's been occupied by those beasts from the Japanese Reclamation Corps. They all live there."