"You're still out of breath, please give me a squeak."
After he finished speaking, sporadic responses came after a long while.
Hearing those voices, he felt a little calmer.
It¡¯s good that there are still people alive and can withstand another attack from the little devil.
Thinking like this, he looked towards the eastern sky.
The morning sun is slowly peeking out from the skyline, and its soft light falls on the blood-stained cheeks of the soldiers, on their bloodshot eyeballs, and on their chapped lips.
"Regiment, the port has been captured, and now our armored forces are returning to support."
His correspondent ran over at this moment and reported the intelligence that had just been delivered.
"Fighted down?"
This news surprised him. Originally, he thought that there were many Japanese troops at the port and it would take a few days.
"Commander, the enemy has retreated."
At this moment, his guard ran over and said breathlessly.
Hearing this, he picked up his telescope and looked ahead to the area where the Japanese army was.
Sure enough, the Japanese troops, who had just assembled and planned to advance forward, retreated at this time.
This surprised him a little, but then he thought about it. The key point of the Japanese port had been captured. It was meaningless for the Japanese to continue fighting outside Langfang City.
What they have to do now is not to continue to rescue the besieged 122nd Division outside Langfang City, but to think about how to survive under heavy siege.
For these Japanese troops in the Pingjin area, they actually have few choices now. They can only go to the sea or to the north.
¡°But there are endless mountains to the north. Without logistical support, they may starve to death.
They could also choose to head towards Shanhaiguan, but the only result would be to be jointly attacked by the Fourth Army and the Eighth Route Army.
In addition, they have another option, which is to retreat towards Shandong.
But it is also very difficult to do this.
Because they need to pass through hundreds of kilometers of blockades, there will be a large number of Fourth Army and Eighth Route Army troops blocking that place along the way.
However, there is still a glimmer of hope in this direction, while other directions are basically doomed.
Finally, they have a better option, which is to surrender to the enemy on the opposite side.
But such an idea is generally eliminated directly by Japanese commanders. For them, there is no difference between surrender and suicide.
Their wives, children, and children back home will always live with the criticism of those around them.
They will be cowardly wives, parents, and children.
The various units of the Japanese army are now under the command of Yoshijiro Kozu.
Their headquarters on the southern front sent them the last telegram last night.
The content of the telegram is probably that Ping Tianzhen has also led his soldiers to launch the Long Live Charge and will fight until the last moment.
The meaning of such a telegram is self-evident. These Japanese commanders admired Ping Zhenya's bravery and began to think about their own retreat.
On the forward position of the Japanese 122nd Division, the question they need to consider now is not how to evacuate in which direction, but how to survive the enemy's onslaught.
Breaking through the enemy's encirclement is a longer-term goal that they may not have the chance to achieve.
Sakura Sato, the commander of the 122nd Division of the Japanese Army, grew a lot of beard in just one night.
The green and black stubble was as hard as steel needles, stuck upside down on his cheeks, making his whole person look particularly vicissitudes of life.
Shirai Matsuji, who was on the side, lost his original neat military uniform, but stood in front of him in a rather embarrassed manner and said: "Division Commander, the enemy's troops have begun to shrink further. All our defensive positions on the periphery have been was broken through by the enemy.
The enemy's current troops have occupied the seaport. The two divisions that originally supported us are now in danger and will no longer rescue us. "
When he said this, there was indescribable despair in his voice.
For Shirai Matsushita, the situation last night was not considered a desperate situation, it could even be their opportunity.
After all, the two peripheral divisions can provide them with powerful assistance.
If they grasp it wellFighters are even likely to counter-encircle the enemy's troops at this time.
But now all this is impossible. All the fighter planes and illusions have completely fallen with the fall of the seaport.
Most of their troops have suffered heavy losses at this moment. Although some troops are still fully equipped for combat operations, when the enemy directly cuts off their logistical supply lines, the weapons, ammunition, and other equipment and materials they carry can only be used. They lingered on this battlefield for several days.
Of course, their 122nd Division does not need to consider their own supply issues, because the enemy on the opposite side will kill them all before their supplies are exhausted at this time.
"I see."
Sato Sakura said in a hoarse voice.
Last night¡¯s battle caused heavy losses to their troops.
The combined forces of the Fourth Army and the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side launched attacks against them from multiple directions at the same time, making them exhausted to deal with. And on the front, they were unable to withstand the impact of the enemy's armored units on the opposite side.
Facing the fierce attacks from enemy tanks and armored vehicles, as well as a large number of infantry, artillery units, and air units, the soldiers of the Japanese 122nd Division basically had no strength to fight back.
They often suffered heavy losses before they even came into contact with the enemy.
Now, the effective force that the 122nd Division can mobilize is less than 5,000.
Thinking that her original force of more than 20,000 people had been reduced to this extent under the enemy's offensive overnight, Sato Sakura felt palpitated.
"Thenthen what should we do next?"
Shirai Matsushita asked when he saw his division commander seemed to be in a trance.
Hearing this, Sato Sakura said: "What do you think?"
¡°As he spoke, he groped for the cigarette box on the table and took out the last cigarette, but he couldn¡¯t find a match to light it.
When Shirai Matsushita, who was standing next to him, saw this, he took out a lighter from his pocket, rubbed it twice, and then a string of weak flames appeared, which seemed to be extinguished at any time.
Sakura Sato handed over his cigarette, lit it, and took a long puff. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com