The subordinates were holding on without any time to rest, and the brigade commander certainly couldn't sleep either. He and his subordinates were holding on until dawn.
The sound of gunfire and explosions kept ringing in his ears, and the brigade commander's ears almost felt numb.
The nearest battlefield was still more than two hundred meters away from the headquarters, and stray bullets hit the brick walls around the war room from time to time.
"General, the Eighth Route Army is almost reaching the headquarters, why haven't they retreated yet?" A major asked standing in front of the brigade commander.
"It has been a day and a night since the military attacked the garrison base area. There are only some local troops and recruits there. They managed to get in even if they crawled, but now they are still blocked from the base area. Are they all eating shit? I can't figure it out?"
Perhaps because they felt that they would definitely die in this battle, everyone was obviously not as restrained in front of the brigade commander. Another major asked: "General, has the military department given up on us? Otherwise, why did it take so long?
An offensive force of several thousand people cannot penetrate the garrison base?"
"I don't believe they don't have this ability. There must be a conspiracy that we don't know about."
"That's all!" The brigade sighed deeply and replied solemnly.
"Datong City is about to be lost, and we are going to be killed too. There is no point in hiding it any longer."
"I did hide something from everyone."
"The reason why the troops attacking the garrison base area of the military headquarters are making slow progress is not because they have poor combat effectiveness, but because they are waiting for a fighter opportunity."
Several majors were puzzled and quickly asked: "What fighter plane!"
The brigade commander replied: "Gather the remaining troops of the garrison to annihilate the fighter planes on the Laiyuan battlefield."
"Intelligence shows that in order to block the offensive troops organized by the military headquarters, the garrison regiment gathered all the guerrillas and local troops staying in the base area to Laiyuan."
"As long as we can kill all these troops, the garrison base will become ours, and we can occupy it however we want!"
"Then what should we do?" a major asked.
The brigade commander was silent for a moment and replied: "Defend to Datong, drag the main force of the garrison here, and create opportunities for the military headquarters to occupy the base of the garrison and destroy their lair."
"Abandoned son?" A major officer understood, and his face turned pale instantly. He looked at the brigade commander and asked with disbelief: "The military headquarters treats us as abandoned sons from time to time, occupying the garrison base at the cost of destroying our entire army.
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The brigade leader nodded and replied in a serious tone: "After taking the garrison base, the main force of the garrison that attacked us will no longer have its base, and will be blocked by the military in Datong, and then destroyed!"
"Even if we die in Datong, we are all heroes of the empire!"
"The reason why I didn't tell you the truth last night was because I was worried that the expatriates in the team would be affected and they would not be able to complete the tasks assigned to us by the military headquarters."
"I just received a telegram: The military has decided to launch a general attack on the garrison base area at two o'clock in the afternoon. The garrison group will gather thousands of local troops and guerrillas on the Laiyuan battlefield. Then the troops will be divided into two groups and take the opportunity to occupy the garrison base area.
, completely destroy it, fight all the way to Datong, block the garrison in Datong, and not give them a chance to return to the base."
"As long as we persist for one more morning, the military plan will be successful and the garrison will be finished."
After fighting for a day and two nights, I realized that I had become an outcast in the eyes of the military. Not to mention foreign aid, I didn't even have a chance to break through and survive.
Everyone gets angry when faced with this kind of situation.
Several majors were also very angry, some were dissatisfied with the brigade commander, and some were angry with the military headquarters.
But the spirit of Bushido that has been engraved in their bones makes them afraid to show their resentment.
In their minds, as long as it is an order from their superiors, they must execute it unconditionally, even if it requires them to die.
So after knowing that I had become an outcast, the anger rising in my stomach only lasted for a few seconds before I accepted this reality.
Then he looked at the brigade commander and waited for him to give orders.
The brigade leader was very satisfied with the reaction of his men. They were not afraid of death. This is the true warrior of the Empire.
He raised his eyebrows and ordered: "It's enough for a few of you to know our true situation, and don't spread it further."
"Even if we die in battle, we must let the soldiers below close their eyes with hope."
"We still have more than 500 people. As long as the morale and morale of the army are not affected, we will definitely have no problem holding on until noon."
"After two o'clock in the afternoon, everyone will inform the troops of the true situation. If there are still overseas Chinese alive at that time, I agree with them to walk out of their positions and surrender to the Eighth Route Army. After all, they are not real soldiers."
"Hi!" several captains replied in farewell.
At 12 o'clock at noon, the Japanese army had captured the three defense lines of the garrison and was attacking the fourth blocking position.
At the rear of the battlefield, there were stretcher teams transporting the "wounded" everywhere.
The stretcher team composed of the 1st Battalion and 2nd Company was also among them. When they were approaching the field hospital, they suddenly stopped and saw a dozen soldiers rushing towards them.
They held rifles in their hands, and several soldiers held pistols with serious expressions. You could tell at a glance what mission they were performing.
The Japanese agent lurking in the second company became nervous and wanted to hold the rifle on his back.
If their target was him, even if they had a gun in their hand, they wouldn't be able to capture him without any chance, and they wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.
But with both hands carrying the stretcher, he couldn't free his spare hand to grab the gun.
If you put the wounded down to get the gun, it will attract the attention of nearby comrades.
If the target of these Eighth Route Army troops is not you, this behavior is just asking for trouble and causing trouble for yourself.
After a difficult struggle, the agent decided to stand still.
More than a dozen Eighth Route Army troops came closer and closer. The soldier at the front only glanced at himself after walking up to him, but did not stop.
The secret agent almost broke out in cold sweat. He breathed a long sigh of relief and subconsciously thought that their target was not him.
Soldiers passed by him one after another. As long as the last five people passed by, the danger would be completely eliminated.
The agent's tense nerves slowly relaxed.
Just then, an accident happened.
The few soldiers who had not yet passed by suddenly dispersed and rushed toward him in a semi-encirclement circle.
"dangerous!"
The agent's sixth sense is very powerful. He made a judgment at that moment, and then reacted subconsciously. He dropped the stretcher, turned around and ran back. As he ran, he reached for the grenade on his waist and wanted to throw it into the crowd.
There are new soldiers and wounded everywhere here, and grenades exploding in the crowd will definitely cause chaos.
As long as the team is in chaos, there is hope of escape.
The agent had a good idea, but the soldiers didn't give him this chance.
When he turned around, he saw that several soldiers who had just passed by had formed an encirclement behind him.
The two warriors were like two cheetahs, rushing toward him quickly.
As soon as his right hand touched the grenade, he was thrown to the ground, and his hands were pressed tightly by the opponent, unable to move...
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