Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

Let us focus our attention again on the Japanese command headquarters.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Japanese North China Front Army Headquarters was like being shrouded in frost and snow in the severe winter.

As the telegraph machines kept beeping, news of the defeat in the war fell like snowflakes, and each piece of news weighed heavily on the hearts of every leader in the headquarters.

"Report, the Fifth Division refuses to charge into the Beast Extermination Valley. They want to turn back and open up a transfer passage."

"Report, a large enemy armored force has penetrated our flank and rear."

"Report, the enemy's armored forces have bypassed our army and turned back to attack us!"

"Report, the enemy's armored forces are killing more and more happily!"

"Report, our army was attacked by the enemy's super thick and super long divine bird, and suffered heavy losses."

"Report, our army's tanks, armored vehicles, cars and other mechanical vehicles have all been destroyed."

"Report, all eight divisions of our army have lost more than half of their troops, and the heavy artillery shells are exhausted. The independent heavy artillery regiment requests immediate delivery of supplies."

"Report, more than half of the 39th Division has been killed or wounded. Requesting tactical guidance."

"Report, our army lost the battle for the Xujiagou material transfer station. Two regiments and one yellow shoe division were killed."

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Shantun Ningci, the once resourceful and confident beast head, now had a ferocious look on his face, like an angry Shiba Inu.

Its face was distorted, and its eyes were flashing with anger and unwillingness.

It kept making "Baga" sounds with a kind of despair and anger.

It sounds like a "woof woof" sound.

It stood up suddenly, and the huge force caused the chessboard in front of it to be overturned instantly, and the chess pieces were scattered all over the ground like defeated soldiers on the battlefield.

It waved its arms angrily and accidentally knocked over the glass lamp next to it. The crisp sound of the lamp breaking was particularly harsh in the silent night.

It picked up another bowl of rice and placed it heavily on the table.

Seeing this, Hata Ushichi quickly walked up to Yamamoto Ningji, put his hand on its shoulder, and tried to calm the angry beast head.

"Remember, don't be angry."

Hata Ushichi's voice was steady and powerful, as if it could penetrate the storm in Yamamoto Neiji's heart, but it also revealed a slight tremor of lack of confidence.

"Anger will reduce your wisdom. We need to calmly analyze the situation and find the reasons for failure. There is an old Chinese saying: Failure is the mother of success."

Although Yamamoto Neiji understood China better than Hata Ushichi and had a deeper understanding of "failure is the mother of success" than Hata Ushichi, it would not listen to any advice at this moment.

It broke free from Hata Ushichi's hand, pointed in the direction of the Beast Extermination Valley on the map, and roared in a trembling voice:

"In the direction of the Beast Extermination Valley, my Great Plaster Locust Army has 200,000 elite soldiers! 200,000! Even if you have 200,000 steamed buns, it will take the People's Liberation Army half a month to eat them! How can we just throw them away!"

Hata Ushichi also felt a sense of powerlessness.

It shook its head helplessly and sighed, "An army of 200,000 was defeated. My God, how was this battle fought?"

Its voice was full of doubt and confusion, as if it was questioning this cruel reality.

The atmosphere in the headquarters became even more serious.

The animal heads looked at each other, knowing in their hearts what the defeat in this battle meant for the entire war situation.

The conversation between Yamamoto Neiji and Hata Ushichi was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every beast head hard.

"Let's retreat, we can't win." Hata Ushichi's voice was hoarse and low, with a heavy sense of fatigue.

It turned its head and ordered the staff officer beside it: "Let these eight divisions withdraw to rest and recruit new soldiers. We will move to the Qilu and Lianghuai areas, and with the cooperation of Jiang Wufa and Omanrek, annihilate the People's Liberation Army there."

Hata Ushichi knew that after this defeat, he might not have much time left.

Less than half of the 200,000-man army escaped, and he had to shoulder this heavy responsibility. And it wouldn't be as simple as dismissal, he would have to get a cut on his belly or a blow on his neck.

The beast heads were quite surprised by Hata Ushichi's decision, because Hata Ushichi had always been arrogant and never admitted failure easily.

But now they have taken the initiative to propose a retreat, and they are even too lazy to say "turn around" and directly say the humiliating word "retreat". It is simply unbelievable!

But the beast leaders also knew that with the battle at this point, retreat was the only option. If they continued to fight, the 200,000-man army would lose everything, and at that time, every beast leader would be blamed.

The Japanese soldiers who received the order to retreat fled for their lives like a tide.

In the evening, the 1st Regiment of the Independent Brigade fought its way back to the entrance of the Beast-killing Valley from between the eight Japanese divisions.

The soldiers were surprised to find that there were more than a hundred brand-new tanks, countless infantry fighting vehicles and self-propelled mortars parked at the entrance of the valley.

This was the result of Li Yunlong spending another hundred gold coins to allow his material transfer station to secretly acquire extra equipment openly.

They took advantage of the fact that the Japanese dared not to enter the Beast-Killing Valley and transported it through the Beast-Killing Valley.

These equipments add endless confidence and strength to the soldiers.

The original equipment had been running continuously for a day and night, during which time it was more or less attacked by the Japanese, and some of them had also done various extreme sports.

All of this leads to a decline in the performance of these devices.

Now all the equipment can be replaced with new ones, and the fuel and ammunition are fully replenished.

A group of soldiers hurriedly replenished their nutrition, excreted metabolic products, and then tremblingly got into the brand new armored vehicles.

A new round of battle is about to begin.

In the early morning of the next day, they returned to the starting point of the previous morning.

After this fierce battle, the Japanese were killed and their armor and weapons were abandoned, and blood flowed like a river. Only about 80,000 of them were able to escape, and more than half of them were injured.

The soldiers in the regiment were also exhausted.

They had been fighting for many days and were exhausted both physically and mentally.

Even if we visualize this exhaustion, it is still difficult to fully describe it.

Imagine a person driving alone on an empty highway for two days and two nights, with almost no rest time except for necessary physiological needs. What kind of experience would that be?

What's more, the soldiers have to fight the enemy with great tension.

The soldiers held out for another night.

In the early morning of the next day, the sky was just beginning to turn pale and the smoke from the battlefield had not yet completely dissipated. Fan Yingming stood on a high ground, his eyes sharp as torches, examining the distance.

Seeing the enemy retreating like the tide and their traces becoming increasingly elusive, he calmly analyzed the situation and had a plan in mind.

Knowing that continuing the pursuit would not only have limited results but might also put the already exhausted soldiers in danger, Fan Yingming decisively ordered to stop the pursuit.

He turned and looked at the returning soldiers, his eyes full of heartache and respect.

These young faces are filled with fatigue and tenacity; although their eyes are a little empty, they still sparkle with an unyielding light.

Fan Yingming knew very well that these soldiers had paid too much and they needed precious rest and recovery.

So he quickly commanded the entire regiment to set up defenses, and after ensuring the safety of the camp, he let the soldiers rest on the spot.

For a moment, there was a rare silence on the battlefield. The soldiers put down their burdens one after another and sat or lay down on the ground in all directions, as if they had exhausted the energy to choose a sleeping position.

Their breathing gradually became even and deep, which was the tranquility after both body and mind were released.

In this makeshift "sleeping ground", several soldiers even became incontinent due to exhaustion, but this, far from leading to ridicule or blame, made everyone present feel more deeply how difficult it was for them.

This is not because of fear, but the most instinctive reaction of the body under the dual challenges of physical and mental limits.

They were so tired that they almost ran out of energy to get up and take care of their physiological needs.

At this time, a moment's sleep is more satisfying than a full meal.

But Fan Yingming could only muster up his strength and continue to stick to his post.

At this moment, I am the soul of the entire team and the key to ensuring everyone's safety and the smooth progress of subsequent operations.

So, sometimes he drank bitter coffee in big gulps, trying to use caffeine to drive away his sleepiness; sometimes he wiped his face with a cold towel, letting the cold water droplets stimulate his numb nerves; he tried hard to open his bloodshot eyes, not letting any trace of negligence slip away.

The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, but it also seemed to be telling the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.