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"I'm extremely stupid and smart. Is this how you evaluate me?"
Okamura Neji said with an extremely calm smile in his eyes.
Xia Yang nodded and said: "Otherwise, let me tell you the truth. My armored division and cavalry division arrived at the border of Shandong and Hebei yesterday.
And defensive positions were built in the area south of the old course of the Yellow River.
"With your more than 50,000 people, not to mention entering the Shandong area and joining other Japanese troops, it is almost impossible to get out of Hebei safely. "
With that said, the katana in Xia Yang's hand was already pressed against Okamura Neji's chest.
Okamura Neji no longer had any fear at this time, but when he heard Xia Yang's words, a trace of imperceptible gloom flashed in his eyes.
He lost, even in the end, when he risked his life, he still lost.
Lost to the man in front of me.
Okamura Neji¡¯s painstaking plan was so easily seen through.
So Okamura Neji looked up to the sky and laughed, and after a while he looked at Xia Yang and said: "Xia Sang, you are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered in my life, and I am destined to die.
But before that, may I make a small request? "
"A small request? What request?"
Xia Yang asked.
Okamura Neji looked at the katana in his hand and sighed: "If possible, please let me die as a samurai.
And if I am honored enough, I also hope that you can be my fault-finder. "
With that said, he bowed ninety degrees to Xia Yang, expressing his sincere attitude.
"OK."
Xia Yang agreed in a relaxed tone.
Hearing this, Okamura Neji immediately raised his head excitedly, but saw the katana in Xia Yang's hand still pointing at him.
"you¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤"
Before Neji Okamura could finish speaking, the katana in Xia Yang's hand flicked, leaving a three-inch long gash on his throat.
The gushing blood immediately sprayed into the sky.
Okamura Neji subconsciously covered his throat with both hands, trying to stop the gushing blood inside.
But it was too late, his body collapsed on the ground, twitching constantly.
In the end, Okamura Neiji used his last bit of strength to roll over and stared at Xia Yang standing above the trench, as if he wanted to devour him with his eyes.
Xia Yang smiled coldly, and then put the katana, which was stained with the blood of Neji Okamura, into the simple scabbard.
The world in front of Okamura Neji was completely dark at this moment.
His blood was still flowing from the broken wound, but Okamura Neji had turned into a gradually cold corpse.
Putting the katana into the scabbard, Xia Yang raised his head and looked at the sky above his head.
It was already dusk, and on the distant horizon, the warm autumn sun left only an afterimage, still lingering behind the clouds.
The wind roared around him, as if nails were gently scratching his ears, making a rustling sound.
Xia Yang smelled the strong smell of blood in the air around him.
In front of him, the battlefield stretching into the distance was filled with charred corpses of Japanese soldiers.
"Military seat"
I don¡¯t know how much time passed, but Wei Xing called softly from behind him.
Xia Yang turned around and saw Wei Xing with a concerned look on his face.
He smiled and said, "What's wrong?"
"Is he Okamura Neji?"
Wei Xing looked at the corpse in the trench and said.
"That's right, Okamura Neiji, the commander-in-chief of Japan's North China Expeditionary Force, is also one of my old enemies."
Xia Yang said, jumped down and took off the armband from Okamura Neji's shoulder.
"What to do with his body?"
Wei Xing squatted down and asked, looking at the body lying in a pool of blood.
¡°Just take a few pictures and then burn them.¡±
With that said, he jumped out of the trench and walked towards the armored vehicle not far away.
As night fell, the 50,000 Japanese troops who had retreated were still advancing rapidly southward.
They ran more than 70 kilometers in one day and one night.
This marching speed has exceeded their limit.
Now these Japanese troops have even given up the baggage they originally carried, and only brought the necessary ammunition and dry food, which can sustain their march for a week without starving to death on the way.
In order to escape from here as quickly as possible, these Japanese soldiers have tried their best.
It was not until late at night that the Japanese troops finally stopped and took a short rest.
Although these Japanese soldiers had an extremely strong desire to survive, marching day and night like this, they would probably die of exhaustion on the way before they could break out.
As their commander-in-chief, Jiro Kuroyama, after briefly inspecting the sentries around the camp, rode his horse to the front of their temporary headquarters.
He turned over and dismounted, threw the whip to the guards beside him, opened the tent, and walked into the world illuminated by lights.
It was already autumn, and the air was slightly cool in the middle of the night. He took off his cloak and said, "How is it? Did the scout troops in front pass back any valuable information?"
¡°Currently, there should be no enemy troops 20 kilometers ahead.
The fifteen scout troops we dispatched can all be contacted now and have not encountered large groups of enemies.
Of course, we do not rule out the possibility of small groups of enemies infiltrating our surroundings and conducting close reconnaissance of our camps. "
A staff officer came forward and said.
Jiro Kuroyama took off his white gloves, picked up the command pole, pointed to a location on the map and said: "I just received a telegram. Our Imperial Japanese Army has dispatched two divisions on the south bank of the old route of the Yellow River. of supporting troops.
In addition, they will also provide us with a certain degree of artillery fire support in this area.
If nothing else happens, we can reach this area by traveling more than 100 kilometers. "
Just as he was talking, someone opened the tent and came in from outside.
The staff officer in charge of communications saw Jiro Kuroyama in the camp and hurriedly saluted: "Report, we have received a telegram."
"What telegram?"
Jiro Kuroyama put away the command stick in his hand, stood up straight and asked.
The staff officer said: "The telegram was sent by the enemy. They said that Commander-in-Chief Okamura Neiji has been killed by them. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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