Age of Conquest Reborn

Zhao Yuhe's attitude was expected by Tang Qiuli. The reason why he was so tight-lipped was not because he didn't trust anyone, but because he felt it was unnecessary to make a secret operation known to everyone within the division. It involved

A big deal for the lives of thousands of people in the special operations detachment!

"Yuhe, I know you have doubts in your heart!" Tang Qiuli lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said: "Yuhe, have you ever thought about it, after we capture Tokyo, what if Hirohito is alive and dead without seeing corpses?

What kind of consequences will it bring?”

"Such a thing will not happen!" Zhao Yuhe said with certainty: "Tokyo is tightly surrounded by our army, and Hirohito cannot escape. Every soldier has a photo of Hirohito in his hand.

I personally supervised this, so even if Hirohito dies, the soldiers will recognize the body!"

"What if Hirohito escapes? The Intelligence Department has obtained relevant information!" Tang Qiuli asked again.

"Then it's even more impossible!" Zhao Yuhe insisted: "With millions of troops surrounding the city and water transportation cut off, how could Hirohito escape?"

Tang Qiuli smiled, asked Zhao Yuhe to sit down, and said calmly: "I can conclude that Hirohito must have an escape plan. Hirohito and Zairen are not fools. They know that Tokyo will definitely not be able to hold it. It is only a matter of time before the city is broken.

How can you become our prisoner! If you capture Tokyo but let Hirohito escape, the battle to attack the Japanese mainland will be greatly eclipsed!"

"Just now you said that if millions of troops besiege the city and water transportation is cut off, Hirohito will not be able to escape. I see that this is not necessarily the case. If Zain drives hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Japanese in Tokyo out of the city, Hirohito will hide in makeup.

It’s a chaotic battlefield with continuous artillery fire. Can our soldiers check and identify them one by one? We can’t kill all these Japanese, can we?”

Zhao Yuhe was silent. As the teacher had judged, Hirohito, after putting on makeup, was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Japanese and it was really possible to escape from the encirclement.

"Hirohito's status in the hearts of the Japanese is extraordinary! His Majesty the Emperor, the incarnation of demigod and half human!" Tang Qiuli continued: "Once Hirohito escapes from Tokyo, his destination can only be Europe, Yuhe

, think about it, if Hirohito fled to Europe, the spiritual beliefs of the Japanese people would not collapse. If Hirohito cheers up in Europe, the Japanese archipelago is a hidden crater that will erupt at any time!"

"After the war, Japan must pull Hirohito down from the altar and completely destroy the spiritual support of the Japanese people. Therefore, Hirohito cannot die, let alone abscond, and can only be captured alive. The living Hirohito is the most valuable, and this is

The reason why I don’t hesitate to send the special operations detachment deep into dangerous areas, I say this. Do you understand?”

"I understand, Commander!" Zhao Yuhe said with shame: "Please forgive Yuhe for being stupid and failing to understand the Master's intention. As the Chief of Staff, I am very ashamed!"

"Okay!" Tang Qiuli waved his hand nonchalantly and said: "There is no need to review, you still have the important task of coordinating this operation. I have said so much just to let you understand the meaning!"

Listening to what the division commander said. Zhao Yuhe, who was originally not very enthusiastic about coordinating this mission, suddenly woke up and said: "Commander, I will immediately convene a meeting with the heads of the relevant departments for this secret operation. After three days, we will come up with the most reliable solution."

Here’s the plan!”

After Zhao Yuhe left, Tang Qiuli smiled slightly, but his thoughts returned to his previous life. He always believed that after the end of World War II in history, the Allies, especially the National Government at that time, did not completely liquidate the war crimes of Japanese Emperor Hirohito.

Failures and mistakes.

When it comes to Japanese war criminals in World War II, Hirohito is undoubtedly the number one. If Hirohito had been abolished or executed for war crimes, then Japan after the war would not be what it is now. It would have become a pot of rice, and the Japanese still refuse to do so even now.

From the bottom of his heart, he admitted his war crimes, so since history was repeating itself in his own hands, Tang Qiuli would not make the same mistake.

Therefore, Hirohito must be captured alive, let him announce Japan's unconditional surrender in front of all living Japanese, take off Hirohito's face, conduct a public trial, completely crush the spiritual pillar of the Japanese, and then let him disappear forever.

future trouble!

There was another important reason that prompted Tang Qiuli to send a special operations detachment to sneak into Tokyo and capture Hirohito alive. Yu Deshui's intelligence office, the intelligence network agents in Germany, always closely monitored all the actions of the Japanese Embassy in Germany, and discovered that Japan

The ambassador to Germany had secret contacts with Himmler, the leader of the German Gestapo, several times. Although he did not get the content of the secret discussions between the two parties, it was enough to make him vigilant.

Three days later, at around nine o'clock in the morning, Zhao Yuhe brought Liu Cuigang, Le Yiqin, Chu Tian, ​​and Yu Deshui, director of the division's intelligence department, to Tang Qiuli's office and sneaked a copy into Tokyo.

The detailed plan to capture Hirohito alive was submitted to him.

After reading the plan, Tang Qiuli was greatly surprised that these guys actually codenamed this secret operation "Operation Decapitation!" Similar operations have become common in later generations, with Americans creating and

Most of them were used. Unexpectedly, after nearly a hundred years, I saw that the beheading action that would be familiar to later generations was planned by my own subordinates. This feeling is very strange!

Shaking his head to expel the memories of future generations from his mind, Tang Qiuli burst out laughing with emotion and complex emotions. He took out his pen and wrote down a line of words on the action plan, "Immediately implement!"

As night fell, the Japanese soldiers on the second line of defense in the outskirts of Tokyo, who had been bombarded by artillery shells and bombs for a day, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Another day passed. According to the practice of the past twenty days, whenever night fell,

After that, the China Independent Division troops will stop attacking.

The exhausted Japanese soldiers, covered with mud and gunpowder smoke, climbed up from the trenches and began to repair their positions numbly. They carried away corpses and wounded soldiers to the rear. This happened every day. The nerves of the Japanese soldiers were numb.

The wounded soldiers howling in pain and the mutilated and bloody corpses of their companions did not cause the slightest disturbance in their hearts, and no one even took a second look.

There were too many dead and wounded on this position that was like a flesh and blood mill. Maybe tomorrow, after the sun rises, the Chinese soldiers will begin their attack, and I will immediately become one of them. The intensive artillery fire from the Chinese Independent Division will fall from the sky.

Heavy bombs, roaring tanks, and screaming bullets enveloped this blood-soaked position. Japanese soldiers silently went about their work.

The silence of the battlefield was suffocating. Only the sounds of the sergeants and veterans beating and scolding the new recruits, as well as the cry of the new recruits, and the "scratching" sound of the military shovel turning over the soil that had long been as loose as tofu.

"The sound brought a little anger.

It was around eight o'clock in the evening when the Japanese army's cooking soldiers brought food. As soon as the rice pickers landed, all the Japanese soldiers, veterans and recruits, swarmed around them, punching and kicking them to get a little bit of food to make them feel sleepy.

I had a full stomach with rough rice balls and a few pickles, and then I hid in a place where there were few people and started to eat hungrily. I was so anxious that I choked and rolled my eyes!

Of course, not every soldier can eat these meals that are similar to pig food. Veterans can. As for the Japanese who have just changed from ordinary citizens to soldiers because of His Majesty the Emperor's order, they cannot eat them.

, I don’t dare to rob, that is, I can only get pitiful things, and I will starve to death.

Sometimes, even this pitiful amount of food cannot be eaten by the recruits. Those veterans who have not eaten enough will be as ferocious as bandits, punching and kicking them to take away the food. What kind of imperialism?

People's honor and military discipline are all just clouds, and eating more is more serious. Officers at all levels have nothing to do about this. The logistics supply is getting worse and worse. They still count on these veterans in the war. If they are provoked, they will be shot behind the scenes.

It’s possible!

Chewing thick rice balls, nibbling pickles, and taking a sip of water from time to time. Without the fierce artillery fire of the Chinese troops and the late August evening breeze blowing in Tokyo, the Japanese veterans were satisfied. At least, they did not have to go hungry tonight.

, and still have a peaceful sleep.

"Boom! Boom! - Boom!" Suddenly, the ground suddenly trembled, and countless artillery shells came screaming with tail flames, reflecting half of the night sky. "Shell!" the Japanese veterans screamed.

, his face immediately turned pale, he couldn't bear to throw away the rice balls and pickles in his hands, and he ducked into the hiding place, cursing the damn Chinese soldiers in his heart. Why did he start the artillery attack at night, uncharacteristically?

As for the new recruits, those who could survive on the cruel battlefield for so many days were either very lucky or had some skills. Their movements were no slower than those of the veterans. They followed closely and rushed into the hidden area. Then,

All the Japanese soldiers were like sitting on a small boat swaying in a storm, enduring the impact of thousands of artillery shells hitting their heads. The soil on the roof of the concealment fell "swissly", as if it would collapse at any time.

The night was no longer dark. The dense artillery shells weaved into dark red trajectories, flying in the night sky. The fire of the shell explosion made the sky red. The Japanese soldiers felt the density and fierceness of the shelling.

, more than any other time, the bombardment lasted for a full hour and stopped as suddenly as it came.

The Japanese soldiers, whose ears were still buzzing, felt the ground beneath their feet trembling again. "The Chinese soldiers have begun to attack, enter the position immediately!" Countless Japanese officers at all levels roared at the top of their lungs.

, driving the soldiers to climb out of the hiding place.

When their eyes adjusted to the darkness, the Japanese soldiers saw with numbness the sight of countless independent division tanks, their armor reflecting the dark cold light, rushing towards them, followed by groups of Chinese soldiers.

A fierce battle at night began. All the Japanese officers and soldiers had a feeling that the China Independent Division troops were going all out to attack this time and would not give up until they broke through the second line of defense. In the blink of an eye,

The tank rushed right in front of us.

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