Bright Sword: Technology is the primary productive force in war

Chen Yan took out a cigarette tremblingly, leaned gently against the wall, and exhaled a deep puff of smoke.

This battle was the most difficult one for Chen Yan since he traveled through time. It was so brutal and it was basically a close combat with hot weapons!

To put it bluntly, the two sides are shooting guns at each other to see who is more ruthless. Of course, the cost of casualties is also very high.

Chen Yan's black eyes, hidden under his bangs, sparkled and revealed a chill.

The remaining enemies were almost cleared out, and Li San and the limping Sun Desheng came over.

"Desheng, are you injured?"

"Well, but it's not a big problem. When I was cleaning the battlefield, I was stabbed by the bayonet of a Japanese soldier who was only breathing his last breath. It was so damn unlucky!"

"This is the Japanese samurai spirit. They will not give up until the very last moment. They are truly a terrible enemy."

As he spoke, Chen Yan threw over two cigarettes and asked, "How are the casualties of the team?"

Li San's face looked a little heavy, "There is no problem with Huang Yi, but..."

Having said this, Li San paused, raised his head slightly and glanced at Chen Yan's expression.

"My mountain special warfare company and Desheng's cavalry company suffered nearly half casualties, and Heshang's special reconnaissance company lost two-thirds of its troops, and the organization is almost destroyed."

Sun Desheng sighed, "This battle was so brutal. Watching my brothers in the cavalry company die in front of me, I..."

Sun Desheng, a seven-foot-tall man, actually had tears in his eyes. He was completely unable to suppress the grief and anger in his heart and cried out in front of the two men.

Li San patted Sun Desheng's shoulder heavily to comfort him.

"Shengzi, just keep this hatred in your heart, and don't let the brothers in heaven see you like this, they will definitely feel bad.

Besides, now is not the time to cry."

It seemed that Chen Yan was comforting Sun Desheng, but in fact no one noticed that the nails of Chen Yan's clenched fists were almost embedded in the flesh.

Chen Yan raised his head and looked at the blue sky. He suddenly felt a sense of helplessness in his heart. The familiar faces of the dead soldiers seemed to be hidden in the clouds in the sky.

At this moment, Huang Yi, who had just arrived, interrupted Chen Yan's thoughts.

"Captain, the remaining enemies have been cleared out. What should we do next?"

Chen Yan quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his head and looked at the three people. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something.

He shouted at the top of his voice, "Where is the communicator, ask him to come over."

"Captain, I'll go look for him. Please wait a moment." Huang Yi turned and left.

Not long after, the communicator came jogging over. Chen Yan raised his right hand slightly and returned the salute.

"Before the battle, I asked about the situation in Nanyang and what the headquarters said."

"Report to the team leader, the headquarters has been telling us to wait for news."

"Oh my god, what is going on at headquarters?

There is constant artillery fire on our side, and we still can't figure out the situation of our friendly forces.

What kind of joint operation is this? It’s going to be a disaster.”

Chen Yan thought for a while and said, "Desheng, please take some effort and send out three groups of cavalry to investigate the situation in the three directions of Nanling, Yuci and Sanyuanshi respectively."

"Yes, Commander."

After receiving the order, Sun Desheng limped away to arrange the task.

"Li San, Huang Yi, quickly clean up the battlefield, take away what can be taken away, and place the explosives for what cannot be taken away, and be ready to blow up everything."

After everyone left, Chen Yan touched his lower back and saw that his hands were covered in blood.

"This barbaric monk, why did he put so much effort into it, but he got hit by the Japanese bayonet."

When Chen Yan was killing madly, the monk used his fists to control him. It happened that Chen Yan fell on the Japanese bayonet and was scratched on the lower back, but the monk didn't notice it at that time.

Chen Yan smiled bitterly and walked towards the crowd.

On the other side, there was a lot of cursing at the Eighth Route Army headquarters.

"Damn it, Old Man Yan, I asked about the battle situation, but after almost 2 hours, I got a reply saying there is no news yet. I'm so unlucky to have a friendly soldier like you. Are you sent by the monkeys to punish me?"

The chief of staff said calmly and solemnly, "Commander, don't worry. We received a letter from Chen Yan, the leader of Guanjianao. They succeeded and have taken over the arsenal."

"Huh? Why are they fighting so fast? Shouldn't we surround them but not annihilate them at this time?"

"I guess Chen Yan was cautious. He might have guessed that this Mr. Yan was unreliable."

The commander calmed down at this time and said, "If you weigh this kid's mind, it weighs two kilograms.

Not bad, well done!

No, let the independent regiment withdraw. We should not care about Yan Laoxi, a hopeless person, if we can't do anything about him."

The chief of staff bent his nose.

"Boss, Mr. Yan is unreliable, but this is a joint operation after all. If we cut off the source of the trouble now, it will be difficult for the central government to handle the relationship between the two parties!"

"Well! Then let's send a telegram to order Chen Yan to continue to hold on at Guanjia Nao.

This war is so fucking pathetic. We've won the war, but we still have to wait for the Japanese to surround and annihilate us.

MD, isn't this just to let our soldiers clean their necks and wait for the Japanese bayonets? ".

"Boss, how could your trusted and beloved general obey the orders of Yan Xishan?

The independent regiment just sent a message that Chen Yan did not insist on attacking Guanjia Nao. The independent regiment had already divided its troops in the direction of Yuci and Sanyuanshi to fight against them, which was exactly the tactic of our army to encircle and attack the reinforcements.

The commander's pupils shrank slightly and he nodded.

"Tell Chen Yan that he can fight the next battle however he wants and can command it completely independently, provided that the relationship between the two parties is not made too strained.

He can understand the specific spirit himself, I don't care about him anymore."

The chief of staff smiled but said nothing.

Good boy, you’ve performed well. The boss will now give you the power.

Chen Yan looked at the telegram from headquarters and felt a little bitter.

How the hell do I know how to fight down there!

"Li San, notify everyone to rest where they are. We have temporarily taken over the armory."

At the same time, Yoshio Shinozuka was going crazy as a dog looking at the battle reports sent in by the Telecommunications Department!

"Nanyang is under siege, and the defenders in the city are about to collapse. The Guanjia Nao arsenal has been out of contact for nearly six hours, and the reinforcements from Yucijian and Sanyuanshi have been blocked by the enemy. I'm afraid the Guanjia Nao arsenal is in imminent danger.

It's time to make a decision.

Where is the 22nd Wing now? ".

"Report to the general, the 22nd Regiment has set off for 5 hours and is expected to arrive at Nanyang County early tomorrow morning."

"Tell Colonel Kasahara Koizumi to speed up the rescue. Nanyang City must not be lost."

"Hi!".

Yamamoto Ikki had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When he saw the director of the telecommunications department come out, he strode in. Ever since the last Japanese military observation group was wiped out, he, the pride of the Japanese army in North China, has been a little reluctant to smoke.

"Report to the General, the special forces team has been rebuilt, and Yamaki Ikki is asking you to join the team."

The small eyes behind Yoshio Shinozuka's glasses were full of disdain, "Get out here, what are you doing here?"

Yamamoto Ikki lowered his head and remained silent. The humiliation in his heart was eroding his mental strength bit by bit.

No one noticed that his eyes were like a poisonous snake, revealing a cold look.

It’s all because of this Chen Yan. If it weren’t for you, how could I have suffered such humiliation!

Only one of you and I can survive!