Although the cheers from the crowd were loud, Imamura Jun's ears felt a little sad.
Once upon a time, the majestic and majestic fifth division was reduced to such a low level that it could even resist the Chinese army's attack for a day and would feel happy as if it was a Chinese New Year. What happened to the army of the Empire of Japan? Is it really in decline?
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Although Imamura felt a little bitter in his heart, he still had to put on a serious look on his face and continued: "Everyone, our Fifth Division overcame many difficulties today and obeyed the orders of Commander Rikichi Ando, fighting with the firepower and fighting spirit.
The powerful enemy with an overwhelming advantage in vehicles fought bravely.
Although this battle was very difficult, the warriors of our 5th Division still showed the bravery and tenacity of the Imperial Army, killing and wounding more than 3,000 Chinese 300 troops, destroying nearly 30 tanks, and achieved victory.
You have achieved great results, and you are worthy of being the elites of our empire.
However, the division commander also made a request to you. You are all Japanese warriors, but you must not rush to die. You must live with pride, kill the enemy as much as possible, fight for the country for seven lives, and use the blood of the Chinese to wash away the shame on our bodies.
!please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Imamura bowed to everyone again, and then ordered the staff officers and guards at all levels of the division headquarters to go down to various positions in the front. All the Japanese officers and staff knew in their hearts that this was probably the case.
They saw Division Commander Imamura for the last time.
After sending everyone off, Imamura also sent the last farewell telegram to Guangzhou and Daying, saying: "...the war situation has reached the final moment. Since the Chinese army attacked our Yangchun, the bravery of all the officers and soldiers of our fifth division has been greatly appreciated."
It was enough to move the heavens and the earth, and make ghosts cry and gods howl. Although our division was short of weapons and ammunition because the port was occupied by China, and the performance of the China army in terms of tanks, aircraft and heavy artillery was much higher than that of our division, so although
After the officers and soldiers of our division fought bloody battles, they were eventually outnumbered and forced to retreat to Yangchun City.
In this battle, our officers and soldiers also showed their fearless spirit. Countless officers and soldiers shouted the slogan of serving the country seven lives, rushed towards the enemy with explosive packets and died together with the enemy's tanks, realizing the belief that human bombs can defeat steel bombs. However, the Chinese Army
The number of tanks and armor was really amazing. Therefore, although I was succeeded by countless officers and soldiers, I still lost most of the city in the end. It was just a pity for me that my fifth division was unable to stop the enemy's offensive.
It is a pity that Yangchun fell into the hands of the Chinese people.
This battle also proved that the China Three Hundred Army was no longer the army of the Nationalist Government that we had encountered before. They were well-equipped and well-trained. Especially in this battle, not a single Chinese fighter plane arrived, leaving China's bombers alone
Wreaking havoc on our position..." Having said this, Imamura couldn't help but express his resentment towards Japan Airlines in the telegram.
Finally he added: "Therefore, I humbly believe that in the future, I should make the three hundred armies of China the first target to be eliminated, otherwise the occupation of China can only be an empty talk. Finally, I pray that the empire will win and Antai... Farewell. Chapter 1
Commander of the Fifth Division, Jun Imamura, April 1, the 14th year of Showa."
After confirming that the telegram was sent, Imamura ordered the communications staff to destroy the radio station and burn the password, and finally sat quietly in the hall all night.
At 6:30 in the morning the next day, Imamura led the last reinforcement force of more than 100 people in the division, consisting of cooks, heavy soldiers, a dozen staff officers and wounded people, to Yangchun Station to support the troops stationed here.
Twenty-second Regiment.
As soon as the sky got slightly brighter, the Three Hundred Division launched another attack. It seemed that at the same time, the whole city began to boil again.
Although bullets kept passing over his head, Imamura Jun still held the command knife in his left hand and looked forward calmly.
Colonel Yoshio Sasaki, captain of the 22nd Regiment with gauze wrapped around his head, advised: "Your Excellency, division commander, it's too dangerous here. You'd better go down below and let me take command here."
Imamura shook his head and said calmly: "Sasaki-kun, now that we have reached the last moment, where else do you want me to hide? This battle is probably the last battle I will fight for His Majesty the Emperor. Don't you even think I can do this?"
Don’t you want the old man’s last wish to come true?”
Looking at Imamura Jun with a hint of gray hair exposed on his temples, Sasaki Keio felt sour in his heart. He felt sad, choked up and said: "Division Commander!" and couldn't say any more.
Imamura Jun smiled, "Okay, Sasaki-kun, let us learn from His Excellency Kusunoki Masashige today and realize the ideal of serving the country for seven lifetimes."
Sasaki Yoshio said loudly: "Hai! I am willing to work with you to serve the country!"
"Yo Xi!" Imamura fired his command sword and shouted to the surrounding soldiers: "Warriors of the Empire, let us be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor and the Empire together for half a year!"
"Half a year!"
At this time, the rumble of tanks could be heard not far away, and tank guns kept falling on the Japanese positions and bunkers. Although the power of the 47-caliber tank gun could not be compared with the heavy artillery, it was not as powerful as flesh and blood.
Despite the resistance, under the constant bombardment of tanks and artillery, Japanese soldiers were constantly blown to pieces.
Seeing this situation, Imamura shouted loudly: "Gentlemen, let us break the jade together today, Tusi will give it to you!"
"Give it Tusi!"
"Half a year!"
On the Japanese position, countless remaining Japanese soldiers either held their rifles with bayonets or held explosive packets and grenades and rushed towards the Chinese tanks and soldiers less than a hundred meters away from them. These charging Japanese soldiers
The eyes of the officers and officers all showed a trace of madness.
"Whizzing……"
Liu Yi, who was following a Somoya tank, felt a rush of heat pass by his ears. When he turned around, he saw a squad leader holding an MP38 submachine gun behind him falling to the ground without saying a word.
A blood hole the size of a thumb was exposed on his forehead, and blood flowed from the back of his head.
Liu Yi, who walked around the gate of hell, had no time to feel sad for the squad leader's sacrifice. He immediately squatted down, opened fire fiercely in the front, and shouted loudly: "Everyone open fire immediately, open fire, and fight back the Japanese!"
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Countless soldiers either lay down or crouched, or hid behind the tanks, and pulled the triggers towards the more than 500 Japanese soldiers rushing towards the front, shooting like raindrops of bullets.
"Half a year!"
Countless Japanese officers and soldiers held out their bayonets, and under the command of the officers waving command knives, they rushed madly towards the Chinese officers and soldiers who were less than a hundred meters away, trying to kill the enemy on the opposite side with the bayonets in their hands, but in the fierce wind and rain,
Under the blow of such bullets, all the efforts of these Japanese officers and soldiers were in vain.
The crisp bursts of the Garand rifle, the rapid burst of fire from the MP38 submachine gun, and the sound of the MP34 machine gun tearing up tarpaulins were all heard together. The powerful firepower made the Japanese army drink in anger on the spot.
Although he was protected by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, Imamura was hit by several bullets in this dense rain of bullets. The huge impact of the bullets knocked him several steps away, but he still struggled to get up.
"Stop shooting...stop shooting!"
The company commander's voice rang out, and with the orders given by officers at all levels, the gunfire slowly stopped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the bloody soldier in front.
Looking at the Japanese officer half-kneeling on the ground, Liu Yi and more than a dozen soldiers slowly surrounded him, with hatred in their eyes.
In order to conquer this city, Liu Yi's company alone has sacrificed nearly thirty people, and their entire regiment and even the entire division have sacrificed even more. Just now, the sacrifice of the squad leader made the already red-eyed
Liu Yi only had one belief left in his heart, which was to kill all the Japanese Japanese he saw.
"Stop, this devil is a high-ranking official, he will be captured alive!"
At this time, the company commander ran over with a submachine gun. He looked at Imamura Jun who was less than ten meters away from them, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He licked his chapped lips and said loudly: "Brothers, this Japs is a lieutenant general, maybe an old Japs like Imamura Jun. If we can catch him alive, it will be a big deal. Come on, hurry up and catch him alive."
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"Ahem..."
As Imamura slowly got up, he felt that his vision had begun to blur, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. He tried hard to support his body with his command knife to prevent himself from falling.
"Why didn't those Chinese people shoot...what did they want to do? By the way, they wanted to capture me alive!"
Feeling that his throat was as dry as fire, Imamura suddenly understood the intentions of the Chinese soldiers in front of him.
"I will never be the first Imperial division commander to be captured!"
"Half a year as emperor!"
Imamura suddenly roared, raised the command knife and stabbed himself in the abdomen, slashing hard to the right. The blue-gray intestines flowed out of his stomach in an instant, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
"Uh...this..."
Even Liu Yi, who was full of anger, was dumbfounded by Imamura Jun's public performance. Although it has long been heard that Japanese people are accustomed to performing caesarean section at every turn, but hearing about it is one thing, but performing in the middle is another matter.
Moreover, the performer was a Japanese Army Lieutenant General, and now Liu Yi was serving foreign meat.
"Lian Zuo, what...are we going to do?" A soldier stammered and asked the company commander next to him.
"What else can we do? Check everything here, kill all those who are not dead, and kill all the little devils here! Also, pick up the old devil's saber for me."
"Yes, this saber is not bad. Company Commander, you can take it back for collection and make it a family heirloom in the future!" A clever soldier on the side suddenly realized.
"What the hell!" the company commander slapped the soldier on the back of the head angrily, "Do you think that a young captain like me can collect this general's sword? It was for our military, he is an old man.
I don’t have any hobbies, I just like to collect these things. If they take it and hand it to the military commander, at least he can be impressed by our Sixth Company." The company commander said very proudly.