Check in from the bright sword

"Damn it!" Wang Yan couldn't help cursing, "The intensity of the explosion is probably due to the explosion of the arsenal!"

"Arsenal?" Sun Ming and Wei Dayong's faces collapsed, and the Eighth Route Army suffered a big loss.

Chapter 298 Farewell Message

At this time, the brigade commander had moved his brigade headquarters to Gulou.

With such a big commotion in the inner city, it is impossible not to alarm the brigade commander in Gulou.

The brigade commander rushed out of the Drum Tower immediately, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the mushroom cloud soaring upwards in the inner city.

"What's the situation?" The brigade commander said, "Did the Devil bombers drop bombs in such a big mushroom cloud?"

"I didn't hear the roar of an airplane engine just now." A staff officer at the brigade headquarters shook his head and said, "Don't tell me the arsenal in the inner city was bombed by devils?"

"Impossible, why are devils blowing up their arsenal?"

"That's hard to say. The city can't be defended anymore, so why keep the arsenal?"

"You're right, if you really can't defend the city, I'll blow up the arsenal instead."

While talking, a messenger from the Xinyi Regiment hurried over: "Brigade Commander, the arsenal inside the Donghua Gate exploded! It was the little devil himself!"

"It's really an arsenal!" The brigade commander's face changed slightly.

He asked again: "Is the loss of your new group too big?"

The signal soldier replied: "Fortunately, due to the timely retreat, there were not many casualties."

"It's good that there are no major problems." The brigade commander breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "The devils were forced to even detonate the arsenal on their own initiative. It seems that they are at the end of the road, and they are about to fail!"

While speaking, the Brigadier raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

I saw that the hour hand was pointing to two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were at least 5 hours before evening!

At that moment, the brigade commander said loudly: "Send messengers to notify the Independent Regiment, New First Regiment, New Second Regiment, and the 358th Regiment, and ask them to work harder to capture the Japanese Army Command before 02:30 p.m. and clear out the remaining enemies in the city!"

The brother troops in various base areas are blocking the reinforcements of the devils on multiple battlefields.

The sooner they resolve the battle and evacuate, the smaller the losses of the brotherly troops.

Xihuamen, the ruins of the city tower.

Li Yunlong has moved his regiment headquarters here.

At this moment, Li Yunlong was cursing at the mushroom cloud rising in the direction of Donghua Gate.

"Damn, such a big explosion is probably due to the explosion of the arsenal, this time it's a big loss."

"Yoshio Shinozuka is an old devil! Old Ding will probably suffer a lot this time!"

"That's right." Zhao Gang said approvingly, "Yoshio Shinozuka, an old devil, is really hard to deal with! This is a deadly fight that kills everyone!"

While speaking, the correspondent from the brigade headquarter ran over.

"Commander Li!" the correspondent shouted loudly, "The brigade commander ordered your independent regiment to step up the attack and strive to take down the Japanese army headquarters within half an hour and wipe out the remaining enemies in the city!"

"Understood!" Li Yunlong responded.

Then he picked up the ghost knife and walked out the door.

"Old Li, where are you going?" Zhao Gang became anxious again when he saw it.

"Old Zhao, don't stop me." Li Yunlong said, "You heard the brigade commander's order just now!"

After a pause, Li Yunlong showed his fierceness again, and said: "This time I must kill Shinozuka Yoshio alive!"

"No!" Zhao Gang said urgently, "You are the regiment leader, not the commando captain, you have to stay in the command position! Isn't there Staff Wang in front, don't you feel relieved about Staff Wang?"

But Zhao Gang failed to stop Li Yunlong after all.

Japanese Army Headquarters, war room on the second floor.

Shinozuka Yoshio leaned on the saber with both hands, sat on the chair with a lonely face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Nozawa Norio hid behind the window, looked down through the broken window, and could clearly see groups of Eighth Route Army advancing from the ruins and alleys.

These Eighth Route Army are obviously veterans.

While advancing quickly, they also pay attention to protecting themselves.

The use of shelters such as ruins, broken walls, and abandoned furniture on the streets has reached the extreme. In short, it is rare to be completely exposed to the guns of the Japanese army.

Therefore, although the guards of the headquarters opened fire violently, the results were few.

On the contrary, the covering firepower of the Eighth Route Army was very powerful, especially the two Eighth Route Army snipers hiding on the roof of the Industrial Bank in the west, who shot and killed an imperial soldier almost every time they opened fire.

Half of the guards at the headquarters were killed by the two snipers.

In a blink of an eye, the Eighth Route Army was approaching the headquarters, and Nozawa couldn't bear it any longer. He immediately raised his pistol, pulled the bolt, and fired continuously.

The accuracy of the Nanfang Fourteen pistol is actually not bad.

Nozawa Norio's marksmanship was also good. With the sound of a gunshot, an Eighth Route Army soldier fell to the ground.

But when Nozawa Norio fired the second shot, another Eighth Route Army soldier next to him evaded in time, and with a single pounce, he hid behind a pile of ruins.

In the next moment, the Eighth Route Army's retaliatory firepower poured over.

The two heavy machine guns mounted on the roof of the houses in front opened fire at the same time, and dense bullets poured in through the windows in an instant.

The penetrating power of the Type [-] heavy machine gun was extremely strong, and the bullets pierced through the concrete wall in a blink of an eye. Nozawa, who was hiding by the window, was smashed into a sieve before he could utter a scream.

Nozawa fell back straight.

After falling to the ground, a face was facing Yoshio Shinozuka.

When Shinozuka Yoshio looked down, he saw Nozawa Norio's face had lost a trace of anger, and his eyes had become hollow.

Sighing lightly, Yoshio Shinozuka knelt down, gently stroked Nozawa's face with his white-gloved hands, and Nozawa's empty eyes finally closed.

Shinozuka Yoshio got up again and walked into the telecommunications class.

The operator of the telecommunications class is still sticking to his post.

Seeing Yoshio Shinozuka come in, several operators stood up and nodded their heads.

Yoshio Shinozuka waved his hand to signal them to sit down, and said to one of the radio operators, "Mr. Bei Dao, please record the final farewell telegram to the North China Front Army Command."