Age of Conquest Reborn

The two commanders of the Western Manchurian War Zone, Sun Zhenbang and Yuan Jinghao, did not expect that the final stage of the Western Manchuria Campaign would come so quickly, and the remaining Kwantung Army soldiers would be compressed into a small area along the Qinglonggou line.

The meat that has been stewed in it can be eaten at any time.

It is no exaggeration to say that concentrating all the artillery of the troops participating in the Western Manchu War Zone can wipe that pigsty-sized place off the map in less than an hour. Of course, with Sun Zhenbang's character, he definitely hopes to do this.

But I couldn't. There was an order from the division commander, so when I gave the order to stop the attack, I was quite reluctant!

Sun Zhenbang and Yuan Jinghao, who are located in the temporary headquarters of the Western Manchu War Zone in the Nuruer Hushan District, listened to the report from Jing Zhanqi, the chief of staff of the war zone. Sun Zhenbang said: "Commander Yuan, the chief of staff has reported the situation.

The time for fighting has passed. Next, it’s time to capture the prisoners. It’s not an easy job, and I don’t have the patience. I think it’s best if you, Commander Yuan, take charge of it yourself!”

Yuan Jinghao laughed loudly, "Commander Sun, you also know how to leave the hard-to-do jobs to me. Cheng, who made you the commander-in-chief? However, the heat is not yet high. My opinion is to let the artillery

If you bombard him for another half hour, the morale and will of the Kwantung Army soldiers will be completely destroyed, but please pay attention to the density and intensity of the bombardment. They will all be killed, and we can't explain it to the division commander!"

Sun Zhenbang raised his thumb and said, "Commander Yuan, Cheng, your move is really dark!"

Yuan Jinghao ignored Sun Zhenbang's words and turned to Jing Zhanqi and said: "Chief of Staff, make arrangements immediately. Remind the commanders of each artillery group that our main purpose of this bombardment is deterrence. It is not a real attack. We must grasp the scale.

, and also, let the communication departments of each army set up high-power tweeters as quickly as possible outside the encirclement of Qinglonggou line. The density must cover the entire encirclement!"

Jing Zhanqi's eyes flashed, and he roughly guessed Yuan Jinghao's intention. When he walked out of the tent, he couldn't help but think, "The commanders of the several corps of the independent division all have their own characteristics and distinct personalities. But

They all seem to have the same qualities

For example, his old commander Li Honggang, and his two current superiors Sun Zhenbang and Yuan Jinghao!" Jing Zhanqi learned a lot from three superiors with different personalities. This time he served as the chief of staff of the Western Manchuria Theater Command and won the

Very beneficial!

In the tent, Sun Zhenbang looked at the somewhat mysterious Yuan Jinghao and couldn't help but ask: "Commander Yuan, what kind of array are you doing?"

Yuan Jinghao smiled mysteriously and said: "Commander Sun. Do you still remember that the battalion commander of my eighth brigade named Liu Guozhi captured the Kwantung Army major general named Akutagawa? He was also the chief of staff of the third army. Now, we must send

It will be of great use!”

Sun Zhenbang suddenly realized it and laughed and said: "You, Commander Yuan, still have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. It is right for you to do the job of persuading people to surrender and capturing prisoners. Yes, as soon as the sound of gunfire stopped, the sleepiness came back.

Go catch up on some sleep, it’s nothing important, Commander Yuan will take care of it, don’t disturb me!”

Yuan Jinghao looked at Sun Zhenbang's swaying back, shook his head with a wry smile, and then called a staff officer over and ordered: "Find a quieter tent alone and escort the captured Kwantung Army major general over. In addition,

Go to the combat department and find two officers who are proficient in Japanese!"

The Qinglonggou battlefield encirclement is simply a horrible hell on earth. In a small area with a radius of only a few dozen kilometers, the Kwantung Army soldiers who have been hit repeatedly are in disarray and weakly huddled on the ground, like fish exposed to the sun on the beach.

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There are craters everywhere, broken corpses, pools of blood, injured soldiers with missing arms and legs, lying helplessly on the ground screaming, but no one paid attention to them, despite their painful wails. Now, the intact people are all

Don't know what kind of fate you are about to face?

The weather in Western Manchuria in August, although there is a hint of coolness at night, the sunshine at noon is still extremely fierce, giving full play to the majesty of the autumn tiger, the hot sunshine, shining unobstructed, consuming

The Kwantung Army soldiers used up their last bit of energy, and although the independent division troops stopped attacking, the fear of their fate being controlled by the enemy still shrouded the hearts of every Kwantung Army soldier.

The five top commanders all committed suicide by caesarean section and dedicated themselves to His Majesty the Emperor and the Empire of Japan. It can be said that the Kwantung Army troops in the Qinglonggou encirclement are now leaderless. From time to time, four or five officers gather together and shout:

His Majesty the Emperor used the command knife to cut open his own belly with the slogan of loyalty. Situations like this happened everywhere in the encirclement. However, the ordinary soldiers just watched the officers commit suicide by disembowelment with indifferent and dull eyes.

Officers can be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, but ordinary soldiers have no such awareness. They don't want to die. If you look carefully, the officers who committed suicide in despair are mostly young lieutenants and a few junior officers.

The encirclement is filled with the strong smell of blood and the terrifying atmosphere of doomsday!

Something even more terrifying than this happened again. The screams of artillery shells piercing the air broke the tranquility of the already silent battlefield. The sound of explosions shook the mountains, and the smoke and fire instantly enveloped the sky above the battlefield without any cover.

No barriers, small area, Kwantung Army

The soldiers could only lie helplessly on the ground, resigned to their fate. The shells exploded the bodies of their companions into a ball of blood mist, but it did not cause too much emotional fluctuations in them. What's so strange, maybe, like this

Your fate will be your turn the next moment!

Wang Qingshan and the two brigade commanders of the reinforcements observed the situation on the battlefield through the observation hole. He frowned and said in confusion: "You two, I really don't know what the headquarters is thinking? Kill the little devils in the encirclement."

, Do you still need to go to such trouble? With just one order, the troops charge and the tanks clear the way. Even if everyone pees, they can drown the little devil! How many shells will be wasted?"

Major General Hasgetu, commander of the 7th Brigade of the Outer Mongolia Field Corps, did not think so. He said: "Commander Wang, you have forgotten that the theater command has repeatedly issued orders to each unit to capture more prisoners. It is still the order of the division commander. However,

, This is not right, such a dense bombardment can only leave a few prisoners, don’t you want to stew the little Japs in the encirclement, right?”

Wang Qingshan said coldly: "This is best. I have lost more than 8,000 people. I am not interested in capturing prisoners. Killing the little Japs is about the same. If the command headquarters had not issued the order for the final attack, I would have led

We went up with the troops, not a single kid was left behind!"

While several people were talking, the bombardment suddenly stopped, just as suddenly as it started. A few minutes later, while the smoke on the battlefield was still filling the air, a Japanese voice came from the high-power loudspeaker erected on the outside of the encirclement.

A human voice said, "Fellow officers and men of the Kwantung Army, I am Major General Akutagawa Ichiro, Chief of Staff of the Third Army. Now, by order of the Commander of the Western Manchuria Theater of the Independent Division, I convey to you the following ultimatum..."

Strong military pressure, ruthless reality, desperate situation, and destined fate. Of course, what is more convincing is the black hole of the gun muzzle of the independent division soldiers on the outside of the encirclement, coupled with the personal statement of Chief of Staff Akutagawa, overwhelming

The Kwantung Army soldiers lost the last bit of resistance in their bones, and they made the only choice. Perhaps, when they set foot on the Northeastern land, the tens of thousands of Kwantung Army officers and soldiers who were lucky enough to survive would never have thought that it would be

Today's ending.

Of course, their ending was much luckier than that of their companions who had no bones left. After all, their lives were saved!

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the Kwantung Army troops in the encirclement, desperate, chose to surrender and sent representatives to negotiate the surrender. Then, groups of Kwantung Army soldiers put down their weapons, their faces scorched.

The military uniforms were as tattered as a beggar, with empty eyes and dull expressions. With fear of the unknown fate, they lined up dejectedly in a long line and were escorted by soldiers to assemble at the designated location.

According to the results of the prisoner count, the number of surrendered Kwantung Army soldiers totaled more than 78,000. Among them, there were more than 400 officers from major to colonel, and more than 50 major generals. In other words, there were more than 300,000

The Kwantung Army soldiers fell on the land of Western Manchuria and became lonely ghosts in a foreign land.

In this battle, the division commander Tang Qiuli mobilized two main field corps with nearly one million troops. It took several months and with the cooperation of the aviation force to encircle the Kwantung Army troops in the Western Manchuria area, and then in Nuruer

Another battlefield was set up in Hushan District, and more than 400,000 Kwantung Army troops were finally annihilated in Western Manchuria. The participating troops of the Independent Division paid a price of nearly 30,000 casualties and achieved an unprecedented victory.

As all the remaining Kwantung Army soldiers in the encirclement of Qinglonggou battlefield surrendered, the Western Manchuria Campaign officially ended. Yuan Jinghao woke up Sun Zhenbang, "Commander Sun, all the Kwantung Army in the encirclement have surrendered. We are waiting for you, the supreme commander of the battlefield.

I'm going to host the surrender ceremony!"

Sun Zhenbang turned over reluctantly without getting up, so he lay down on the camp bed and said: "Commander Yuan, don't you know my temper? You can't hold back your anger when you see the little Japs. What kind of surrender ceremony is there?"

Time spent dealing with this group of defeated generals,

You can just take care of this matter. I said, don’t give the little devil any surrender ceremony. These bastards don’t deserve it! In addition, you can handle the telegram to the teacher. I’m so sleepy. I’ll sleep a little longer. In the evening,

Let’s have a nice drink together!”

After saying that, Sun Zhenbang turned over, and then he started snoring. Yuan Jinghao was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do about Sun Zhenbang. He called over a staff officer and ordered: "Tell that Kwantung Army representative that there is no surrender ceremony! They are an invasion.

Those who do not deserve it!”

Looking at Sun Zhenbang who was snoring loudly, he shook his head with a wry smile, went to another tent, lay down on a table made of shell boxes, and buried himself in writing a telegram to the division commander.

(To be continued) (To be continued..)