Age of Conquest Reborn

When General Nanjiro, the commander-in-chief of Japan's Kwantung Army, said these words, his face was calm, and no psychological activity could be seen. However, the faint coercion revealed inadvertently still made Colonel Yokota feel nervous. This is a superior person.

With his natural temperament, His Majesty the General, who holds more than one million Kwantung Army troops, can make tens of millions of people bleed into rivers with just one word. He, a small general, is not enough.

Unknowingly, Colonel Yokota put away the arrogance in his heart and became a little uneasy. He took the liberty of asking to see the Commander-in-Chief today. It was an adventure in itself, or in other words, a kind of gamble. If he wanted to change the mountain forest combat team,

In the current embarrassing situation, if I no longer sit on the sidelines, I have to take this risk. What's more, before this, I led my subordinates and did a lot of homework regardless of the danger.

Then give it a try. Maybe, after this incident, the status of the Shanlin Combat Team within the Kwantung Army will rise to a whole new level. It may not be known. Thinking of this, Colonel Yokota calmed down and looked at him without fear.

Admiral Nanjiro stared at him.

"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, Yokota has taken the liberty to ask for a meeting and has something important to report!" Colonel Yokota said.

General Nanjiro seemed not to have heard what he said. He signed the document sent by a staff officer, and then said without looking back: "General Yokota, you only have three minutes. The military situation on the front line is urgent. I don't have time to waste on it."

Unnecessary conversation!”

"Three minutes -?" Yokota's pupils shrank. His plan could not be completed in three or two minutes. This was a risky operation with a great gambling nature. If he could not satisfy the commander-in-chief,

The existence of the Shanlin Combat Team is in jeopardy, and it may be in danger of disbanding. Among officers at all levels in the Kwantung Army Headquarters, there have already been complaints about the existence of the Shanlin Combat Team.

General Nanjiro's words pushed Colonel Yokota into a desperate situation. At this time, Colonel Yokota became angry and said, "Commander-in-Chief, the department knows very well that you are thinking about how to break through the Soviet army's ice and snow defense line.

I feel distressed!" Colonel Yokota also took the risk and went straight to the topic as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Oh——?" General Nanjiro was not what Yokota expected. Because of his earth-shattering words, he was surprised or had a shocked expression. He even didn't even turn around. It was just neither salty nor bland.

There was a sound.

The sweat on Colonel Yokota's forehead started to drop. Now that the matter had come to this point, he could only continue with a bite, "Commander-in-Chief, the staff knows that Officer Yokota is talking softly, but I and my forest combat team.

Has been active near the Soviet position, through reconnaissance

and observation, after paying a small price, we found an effective way to break through the Soviet defensive positions. The staff was worried when meeting the Commander-in-Chief. As a member of the Kwantung Army, I should share your worries with you. This is also the case for the Emperor of Japan*

It is the unshirkable responsibility of *people!”

General Nanjiro finally reacted. He turned around and looked at Colonel Yokota with a very rigid face, trying to verify the authenticity of what he said from this guy's body.

Under the gaze of Colonel Yokota, the gloominess in Colonel Yokota's eyes became more intense, and his expression became more resolute.

"I suddenly became interested in what you said. I will give you another fifteen minutes to explain your method!" General Nanjiro nodded slightly and said with some appreciation in his tone.

There are not many mid-level officers who can remain so calm under his gaze. Let alone a small general, they are major generals who command tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Lieutenant generals will feel a little embarrassed if they are stared at for several minutes.

disturbed.

This guy is quite good, and he always keeps his expression straight. No matter whether his method is feasible or not, at least it shows that this guy's mind is firm and meets the standards of an imperial official of Japan. Based on this, General Nanjiro has an idea.

I'm interested in listening to what Yokota said.

The night was getting darker and darker, and the wind blowing from the direction of the Sea of ​​Okhotsk roared strongly, rolling up the snow everywhere, affecting the already dark night, but it was not as biting and violent as it was more than a month ago.

There is a hint of warmth in the strong blowing. If you don't observe carefully, you won't be able to feel that spring in the Far East is not far away.

The Soviet soldiers guarding the fortifications made of ice and snow naturally were not in such a good mood. After a whole day of bloody fighting, everyone was exhausted. Although the fighting here was not as fierce as in other directions, there were continuous fighting.

more than a month,

No matter how strong the soldiers are, they will be tired. The fatigue has seeped into their bones. They are wrapped in coats and huddled in the cold ice and snow trenches, with their guns next to them. Maybe they will jump up at any time and face the Japanese soldiers crazily.

And a ferocious face.

However, the rare tranquility after the war prompted the Soviet soldiers to fall asleep. Therefore, on the Soviet positions, the winding and spreading ice and snow trenches were full of soldiers swaying and sleeping. Only the sentries were still carrying them.

Nervous vigilance, not daring to blink, focusing on the dark front of the night, trying hard to listen to all abnormal sounds. Unfortunately, the snow rolled up all over the sky not only hindered the sentry's sight, but also confused their hearing.

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The defensive position of the First Army, which belongs to the 11th Group Army of the Soviet Far East Front, is a prominent commanding height facing the Japanese Kwantung Army. Several traffic trenches and trenches made of ice and snow stretch from here to both sides.

Standing on this commanding height, you can look around an area of ​​more than ten kilometers to the left and right. The firepower on the commanding height can support the nearby several kilometers away.

Obviously, this is the key defense area of ​​the First Army. On a commanding height, two companies of infantry are deployed. In addition, an artillery company and an anti-tank artillery company are also deployed. Light and heavy machine guns stick out from the snow-covered fire points.

During today's daytime battle, the bullets and artillery shells ejected from this commanding height killed more than a thousand Japanese soldiers and a dozen Japanese tanks.

Relying on the ice and snow fortifications as hard as steel, the Soviet defenders on the commanding heights withstood the bombardment of a large-caliber Japanese artillery group for more than three hours. The sentry, Private Sergeychenko, held a rifle and stood there.

On the firing hole of the firepower point, he often cast his gaze to the front where the wind was howling, the sky was full of snow, and the night was like ink. This was a very serious young soldier who faithfully performed his duty as a sentry.

However, the damn weather extinguished a lot of Sergeychenko's vigilance. Whenever he put his head close to the shooting hole, the salty wind would fill his mouth and make him choke.

He fell into a violent doze, and the wind that came in along the collar of his coat often made him shiver. "Damn it, it's already May, and it's freezing cold!" Sergechenko couldn't help cursing.

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It’s better to be in my hometown. At this season every year, the grass is already green and the willows are green and the flowers are red. Sergeychenko thought like this, tightened the collar of his coat, shrank his head, found a corner leeward, and put the rifle

Holding her in my arms, I thought of something that was on my mind.

"Crash!" With a sound, the roaring wind blew open the tent curtain, and on the table made of shell boxes, a large pile of documents was blown everywhere. General Zhukov, commander of the Soviet Far East Front, frowned.

After taking a look at the chaotic night sky, the strong wind blew through the branches of the low shrubs, making a sharp whistling sound. "Comrade Chief of Staff, please come to me!" Zhukov said to a staff officer on duty.

After a while, Lieutenant General Godaev, Chief of Staff of the Far Eastern Front, came in a hurry while fastening the buttons of his military uniform. "Comrade Commander, is there any emergency?" he asked eagerly.

Zhukov, who was not sleepy, with red bloodshot eyes and a solemn expression on his thin cheeks, said: "Comrade Chief of Staff, such weather conditions are indeed conducive to the strength of our ice and snow fortifications, but it is also conducive to the Japanese army's sneak attacks. You

Immediately call the commander of the group army at the front and remind them to make the comrades work harder, and the number of sentries in each position must be more than doubled!"

Private Sergeychenko, who was huddled in the firepower point, had no idea that his comrade, the supreme commander, was alert because of such a night. Under the cover of his coat, he did not feel the bone-chilling chill on his body, but he stepped on the ground.

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The snowy boots were as cold as ice, and his feet were so cold that they lost all feeling. "Damn the weather in the Far East!" He stood up, moved his numb feet, poked his head out of the collar of his coat, and walked toward

Get close to the shooting hole.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared suddenly from the snow. Like a ghost, it instantly appeared behind Sergeychenko. A big hand tightly covered his mouth, and a sharp dagger flicked out.

With a flash, his carotid artery was cut open, and a cloud of blood sprayed silently into the strong wind. Sergeychenko's eyes widened, and there was a "gurgling" sound in his throat. The life in his eyes

The colors soon disappeared in the snow-covered Far East.

Colonel Yokota gently placed the body of the Soviet sentry on the snow. With a wave of his hand, soldiers from the headquarters of the Japanese Kwantung Army, directly under the mountain forest combat team, wearing snow combat uniforms, jumped lightly into the firepower point. Colonel Yokota

Making a silent gesture, a dozen Japanese soldiers quietly went to both sides of the fortifications. After a while, the Soviet sentries within a range of more than 200 meters in the left and right sides of the fortifications were all treated with the same gesture.

The method is gone.

On the snow in front of the Soviet position, more white figures suddenly appeared. In the dark night with howling wind and snow, the figures of the Japanese soldiers were completely hidden in the wind and snow, joining the first batch of soldiers who jumped into the Soviet fortifications.

The Japanese soldiers inside were different. The following group of Japanese soldiers were all carrying a heavy military iron bucket, and there were nearly a thousand people in total.

"Boom, boom, boom!" A burst of fierce gunfire echoed suddenly in the night.

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