The night is dark and everything is silent.

Near the South Gate Post in Dongxiang, a team of guards composed of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were conducting routine inspections near the barbed wire wall that was nearly two meters high. In the past, not only here, but the guards near the four posts in the southeast, west and north were very strict. However, the situation is different now. Not long ago, the General Affairs Department of the Army issued an order, that all the Japanese troops in Dongxiang District should be prepared to prepare for their luggage, in other words, to prepare for surrender. In this case, not only the Japanese soldiers responsible for monitoring the Soviet movements in the South Gate Post relaxed, but the same was true in other directions. However, the officers and soldiers of the 731 unit did not expect that an extremely cruel disaster was slowly closing towards Dongxiang through the thick night.

In the Japanese military house at the South Gate Station, Hina Yoshikatsu Yoshikatsu tidyed up his clothes while walking towards the door of the room. As a major, Yoshikatsu came here from Japan a year ago. Because he had received nearly two years of military education in the non-commissioned officer school, he climbed very quickly after coming to Manchuria. Jishikatsu even imagined that if he had the opportunity to join the war in China in person, he would improve faster. Maybe he is already a colonel.

"Xiko, today's breakfast is ready soon," stopped at the door, and Hiroo Yoshikang glanced at his wife following him and said loudly, "Remember to be as rich as possible. This may be our last breakfast in Manchuria."

"Hay," as Ji Kang Hideo's words fell. A petite woman in a kimono walked out of the inner room. She quickly took fine steps and rushed to Ji Kang Hideo's side. While squatting in and getting military boots for him, she whispered, "I can do it. I have been waiting for this meal for a long time. If I can return to the local area, then my father will no longer be afraid of us."

"Well," Hirooshi Kiyoshi responded absent-mindedly. Then he waited for his wife to put on his general boots before he stepped out of the residence.

After leaving the residence, Hina Yoshikazu's footsteps did not stop, and he walked straight towards the barracks. Today it was his army's turn to take charge of Midnight Bridge, and the soldiers there lived in the barracks.

A few minutes later, Hina Yoshikang, carrying a saber, led a team of more than a dozen people out of the barracks. At the door, Hina Yoshikang stopped and let his soldiers walk in front. He took this time to look at his watch. At 1:48, it was still two minutes away from the official change of duty.

At two o'clock in the morning, according to the calculation of the human biological clock, this time period is exactly the time when everyone is most likely to get sleepy. Similarly, in military terms, this is also the best time to launch a night attack. In the past, the guards on various posts were the most stringent, after all, Dongxiang is a very special place.

Next to the two bunkers at the entrance of the South Gate Post, the troops led by Hiroshi Yoshikatsu completed the task site handover with the one on duty. Just as the two teams had just moved apart, and Hiroshi Yoshikatsu had not yet arrived to lead the team into the warning area, a deafening explosion sounded, and the direction where the bunker behind him was located.

Turning his head in horror, Hiroo Jikang looked in the direction of the explosion, and saw that nearly a hundred meters away, the fort with a searchlight had already ignited a raging fire in the explosion just now, and a section of the upper part of the fort collapsed. A large number of broken bricks and stone chips fell down in the flying fire.

"What's going on?!" Ji Kang Hideon blurted out his questions, but no one answered him, and no one needed to answer him. Almost after just a dozen breaths, the second explosion had already sounded, followed by the third, the fourth...

"The Soviets are attacking!" Looking at the South Gate Post that was trapped in the sea of ​​fire in an instant, Ji Kang Xiunan soon had such an idea in his mind. Without having time to think about it, he reached out and put the whistle in his chest into his mouth...

"beep……"

While blew a strong whistle, Hina Kikang was commanding the dozen soldiers beside him and quickly ran towards the fortifications set behind the barbed wire protective belt. It was the first line of defense to defend against the Soviet attack. Hina Kikang knew very well that only by delaying the Soviet attack could the soldiers in the camp be able to win time.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

...

Almost as Jikang Xiunan jumped into the tunnel, dozens of flares emerged from the Soviet army surrounded by the barbed wire mesh, instantly revealing the dark night. With the light of this flare, Jikang Xiunan saw in despair that in the military buffer area hundreds of meters away from the position, countless Soviet tanks and dense Soviet infantry were approaching quickly in his direction. The tide-like offensive momentum was enough to make the weak-willed soldiers on the defense lose their fighting spirit in an instant.

"Quick! Enter the battle! Counterattack, counterattack!" Drawing out his saber, Hiroo Yoshikang commanded his soldiers to build defense lines, machine guns, anti-tank guns, grenades, and grenades were quickly taken out of the bunker on one side of the tunnel. Since the Soviet army completed the siege of Dongxiang, the Japanese army here has transported a large number of weapons and equipment into the frontier positions. At this time, it seems that this plan to fight hard is really useful, but how long the defense on this line can withstand the Soviet army, it probably depends on the subsequent battle.

The temporary garrison of the General Command of the Soviet Far East and Pacific Battles of Songmadian.

On a small earthen hill less than five meters high, Chu Sinan was wearing a coat, holding a cigarette with a faint red light in his arms, and stood up against the thick night and the cold wind blowing from the north. Directly in front of him, a long distance, there were lights flashing from time to time. There was a place where the battle started. Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, Chu Sinan could imagine the fierceness of the battle there. A few hours ago, he personally issued an order to launch a full-scale attack on the Japanese army in Dongxiang, and he gave Clavs a four-hour attack. However, Clavs' reply to him was less than four hours. As long as there were two hours, he could solve the battle, otherwise he would be willing to be dealt with by military law.

With Clav's promise, Chu Sinan no longer cared about the ongoing battle, because he believed that by dawn, Dongxiang would definitely become a ruin, a complete ruin.

What Chu Sinan has to consider now is the future problem. After all, this battle under his insistence will bring a lot of trouble to his subsequent days, especially on the further climb of the Kremlin power field.

Although this time it went against the wishes of Tukhachevs base, Chu Sinan believed that this big brother would never fight him like Stalin or Buluhell. After all, he was not the kind of cruel and ruthless person who was not ruthless and did not miss his old love. In Chu Sinan's view, Tukhachevsky's most likely to do was to weaken Chu Sinan's military power to the greatest extent. But at the same time, he promoted him to a certain extent. In the words of the Chinese, that was to hang him up and let him be a "Prince Anle" who was famous but had no power.

As a "Prince Anle", Chu Sinan felt that he could not accept it, but the main problem was that he hoped to complete the battle against Japan and let that day come. You must know that since he came to this world, all his efforts and all his struggles have been for this. If he lost the opportunity he had already obtained at this moment, Chu Sinan would probably be resentful for it for the rest of his life.

“Swishy…”

Just as Chu Sinan was thinking so much, a burst of tiny footsteps sounded behind him, and soon Lukoongi's voice sounded behind him.

"General," Lucoonki said.

"What's the matter?" Chu Sinan asked without looking back.

"Do you want to take a look at the communication information just sent by the China Anti-Japanese Allied Forces?" Lukoonki said.

"Tell me," Chu Sinan turned around and looked at Lucoonki and said.

"Yeah," Lukoonki nodded, then handed the telegram to Chu Sinan, and said, "According to the Anti-Japanese United Nations, the Japanese army may increase troops to the northeast in the past one or two months. If nothing unexpected happens, by mid-December, the 18th and 56th divisions of the Japanese army may enter the northeast from the Korean Peninsula."

"The 18th and 56th Division?" Chu Sinan raised his eyebrows, thought carefully and said, "Didn't these two Japanese divisions fight in northern Myanmar? How could they be transferred to North Korea so quickly?"

"The general doesn't know," Lukoonki replied, "The Japanese attack on the Chinese Peninsula had already won a great victory a month ago. The British and part of the Chinese Expeditionary Force retreated into India. It is estimated that it will not be possible to organize a counterattack in the short term."

Chu Sinan nodded. This was actually destined. The British troops stationed in Myanmar and Thailand simply lacked the qualifications of the reserve troops. Their best ability is to escape when they see the wind. It would be strange if such troops were not defeated by the fierce Japanese. The only pity was the 100,000 Chinese soldiers who were expeditioning to Myanmar and General Dai Anlan, who was a truly bloody Chinese man.

"I understand," Chu Sinan waved his hand in dismay, and then said, "Is there anything else?"

"Well," Lukoonki hesitated, and then said, "I just received a telegram from the Kremlin."

"What?" Chu Sinan had obviously expected it, and he said calmly.

"The Supreme Command's order says that you will return to Moscow as soon as possible," Lukoonki replied.

"Well, I understand," Chu Sinan threw the cigarette butt on the ground casually, stepped on it hard, and then raised his head and said, "Remember to call the Kremlin and say I will rush back tomorrow morning."

"Yes," Lukoonji nodded and responded, but at this moment, he was really worried about Chu Sinan. God knows whether he still has a chance to come back after he returns to Moscow this time.

Chu Sinan, the person involved, seems to be no longer worried about this matter. He kneaded the telegram in his hand and stuffed it into his coat pocket. At the same time, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a dot, and looked at his watch in the light of fire.

"At 2:25," Chu Sinan took a breath of cigarette and said in a plain tone, "I think according to the attack arrangement of Clav's slap, at this time, his troops should have entered the Japanese army's inner defense line."

Lukoonki nodded but said nothing. Just like Gilnilova, as Chu Sinan's guard, Lukoonki also disagreed with his leader's actions in handling this battle. However, as Kluchkov told him at the beginning, as a lower-ranking person, you should have the awareness of a lower-ranking person. It will never hurt to say less and do more. Therefore, Lukoonki wisely chose to remain silent. He knew that since even Gilnilova's advice did not work, it seemed that nothing he said would matter.

With a sharp whistling sound, a shell landed more than ten meters away from Hiroshi Yoshikang. The soil gravel brought by the explosion fell into the trenches of the Japanese position like a sudden rain.

Shaking off the heavy dust of soil and dust on his body, Hiroo Yoshikang raised his head and looked at the direction of the Soviet army's attack outside the trench. But after this glance, he felt that his whole body was about to collapse.

I saw that less than fifty meters away from the front of the Japanese position, which was the barbed wire protective belt, a number of Soviet tanks were twisting their huge bodies and rushed towards the defense line on Hina Yoshikazu without any scruples.

"Quick, knock it off! Kill it off!" Hiroo Yoshikang waved his saber and shouted at the few Japanese soldiers left in the trench at this time.

Soon, a 20mm anti-tank gun was put into a trench. This infantry weapon with extremely poor anti-tank effect has now become the only weapon for the Japanese army to block Soviet tanks. The 20mm anti-tank gun designed by the Japanese army can only penetrate less than 30mm thick armor with an effective range of 300 meters and a vertical shooting angle of 90 degrees. From this point of view, this anti-tank gun may have some effect on the Japanese tanks, but if it is used to attack the Soviet T-34, it will basically have no effect.

Sure enough, the ground grenade fired from the anti-tank gun directly hit the front armor of the first Soviet tank, but the powerful explosion did not blow up the aggressive tank. After that violent tremor, the tank quickly slowed down. At the same time, the high-rise turret began to slowly rotate and finally locked the position of Hirooshi Yoshikam.

"coax!"

A shell emitted by the tank exploded a few meters away from Jikang Xiunan. The shock wave generated by the explosion threw Jikang Xiunan out and fell heavily into the trench two meters away.

When Ji Kang Xiunan got up from the dust again, he felt that he had entered a world full of confusion. His eyes were filled with hazy blood shadows, and he could hear the deafening sound of gunfire in his ears, but the single, irritating Weng Ming.

Through the hazy blood shadow, Hiroo Kikang saw that at the forefront of his position, several Soviet tanks had rushed to the front. The two-meter-high barbed wire isolation belt was obviously not enough to stop this terrifying behemoth. It was just an impact. The isolation net full of iron hooks was dragged to the ground by the Soviet tanks and was defeated in an instant.

"The Soviets are attacking! We're finished!" An idea appeared in the mind of the confused Hikaru Hinata. He gave up the saber in his hand, climbed out of the trench with both hands and feet, trying to escape in the direction of the military camp.

However, it was too late for Hiroo Yoshikazu to escape back at this time. He had only had time to take a few steps and several bullets shot from behind overturned him to the ground. Then, several tanks were carrying dust all over the sky and rushed past him.

With difficulty, Ji Kang Hideon made himself lie on the ground and then looked towards the military camp. At this time, the Soviet tanks had already entered the deserted land and directly rushed down the brick walls and houses blocking the road ahead, and easily entered the jurisdiction of the military camp. In an instant, firelights rose from the military camp.

He sighed deeply, and Ji Kang Xiu's wife took off her strength and finally fell into the loess in front of her. Almost at the same time, a Su soldier holding a bobosha rushed behind him. The Su soldier first stretched out his feet and kicked Ji Kang Xiu's wife, then turned the gun and shot a string of bullets into Ji Kang Xiu's wife's back without mercy.

Two hours later, the last ray of smoke from Dongxiang finally dissipated. It was nearly six o'clock. After a night of north wind, fine snowflakes suddenly floated in the gray sky. This was the first snow since the beginning of winter this year, and the arrival of this snow seemed to be earlier than in previous years.

Accompanied by Crafn and several Soviet officers, Chu Sinan was wearing a military coat and a cigarette in his mouth, and walked easily onto the Dongxiang position that was extremely noisy last night.

He entered Dongxiang from the south gate post and walked through the ruins that were still emitting thick smoke. Beside him, Crafniff introduced to him one by one the original functions of the ruins, as well as the details of the Soviet army's step-by-step attack in this area during the battle last night.

"Well, here, this is the headquarters of the 731 unit," Clavone stopped and said, "The battle here last night was the most intense, but fortunately, the Japanese resistance did not bring us any major losses."

Craf's horn said, waved to an officer behind him, who came over with understanding, but was holding a Japanese-style sheathed saber in his hand.

"General," after taking the saber, Crafjord handed it to Chu Sinan, and said, "This is the spoil we seized, but unfortunately, when we found it in the ruins, it was broken into two pieces."

With a slight smile, Chu Sinan took over the spoil.

"Comrade Clav," Chu Sinan looked at the saber in his hand, and then said, "You did a good job. I believe no one can do better than you, at least I feel very satisfied."

"Thank you for your praise," said Crav Neff.

"I will return to Moscow today. I may miss the battle in the next stage," Chu Sinan reached out and patted Craf's shoulder, and then said, "But I have reason to believe that your outstanding performance will add another highlight to our next attack. Well, as for now, I think, why not let us take a photo here, which is quite commemorative."

Soon, a group photo of Chu Sinan and dozens of Soviet military officers stayed forever in front of the ruins of the headquarters of the 731 Army. In this group photo, the most eye-catching one was the broken plaster flag trampled by Chu Sinan.
Chapter completed!