Chapter 558: Ending by Himself

The troops of the Xuzhou Theater commanded by Li Zongren, tightly surrounded by Isoya Liansuke in Xiao County, are very clear about the fate they are facing, they can't break through, and there is no hope for reinforcements, tonight, they must be in this world, the last night, when the sun rises tomorrow, it is the moment when the army of China launches the final blow, when it sets off from Zhengzhou, it leads 130,000 troops, it is really invincible, how complacent it was at that time, and there is an ambition to sweep the land of China.

Once upon a time, the feng shui was reversed, Kaifeng and Shangqiu were blocked again and again, and then suffered a crushing defeat under the city of Xuzhou, and was surrounded by Xiao County, with less than 30,000 people, crowded in such a small area, a cannonball from the Chinese army will take the lives of several imperial soldiers, why is this?

Under the dim light, Ryosuke Isoya was like a sculpture, and the whole person fell into a state of confusion, if you look closely, this former confident and invincible commander is now a dull and dull gaze, and a series of blows have completely drained his spirit.

Surrounded by a large group of high-ranking Japanese officers who were similar to his appearance, these invaders who set foot on the land of China with bloody swords, with the ambition of conquest and the desire to kill, once they understood their fate, they were destined to be unable to change, what bushido spirit, the honor of the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire, etc., were like soap bubbles, shattered by reality, and the cowardice, fear, and panic hidden in their bones and hearts, ruthlessly peeled off the veil of what they thought was iron and bloody.

The desire to survive is irrepressibly spreading in the heart, if there is a chance to surrender at this time, they will not hesitate to raise their hands and walk into the prisoner of war camp, of course, this is their own plan in their hearts, the supreme commander did not speak, and they all died to save face, the room was as silent as a cemetery, if it were not for the sound of heavy breathing, under the swaying lights, these senior officers of the Japanese army, like a group of ownerless wandering spirits.

The silence of the night is terrible, there is not even a single gunshot, as a soldier, I know that the silence on the battlefield is a harbinger before the storm, tomorrow, they will withstand the fierce attack of more than 200,000 Chinese soldiers, the cold wind is bleak, the stars in the night sky, indifferently watching this group of invaders who want to conquer a nation, but face the fate of death, so, this silent night, whether it is Ryosuke Isoya or ordinary Japanese soldiers, they all have a cold air from the bones, this cold, Every cell in their body was cold to the depths of their souls.

In the eastern sky, the white belly of the fish was gradually revealed, and Ryosuke Isoya, who had been sitting all night, finally moved, and the senior officers of the Japanese army who gathered around him and accompanied him all night found that after a night of hard work, their commander, His Excellency, a lieutenant general of the Imperial Japanese Army, had a black stubble that covered his lips, and he was much older.

But in his eyes, there was a desperate and fierce light like a wolf, looking at his gaze, these senior officers of the Japanese army couldn't help but fight a cold war, and they also roughly understood the choice they were about to face.

Ryosuke Isoya looked at his subordinates, and said in a hoarse voice: "Gentlemen, the war situation has reached the point of no return, what kind of fate will we and tens of thousands of imperial soldiers face, you must know very well, we are the loyal subjects of His Majesty the Emperor, the pride of the Imperial Army, and we must not allow the despicable Chinese nation to tarnish our personality, be watched by them like monkeys, and survive in the prisoner of war camp of the Chinese people." ”

"For this reason, I have decided that all officers of the First Army at the rank of major general and above should be cut open to apologize to His Majesty the Emperor, and even more so, we must use our blood to boost the morale of the soldiers and arouse their determination to fight bravely against the enemy, and remember that the imperial warriors of the First Army can choose to die in battle, they can choose all the jade pieces, and they must not choose to be prisoners of the soldiers of China."

After Isoya Ryosuke finished speaking, he glared at these senior officers fiercely, these officers felt cold in their hearts, it's over, there is no chance of survival, and tens of thousands of soldiers will be buried with them, this commander is already crazy, but they have no choice, and the tradition of the Japanese army also educates them in this way.

The matter was thus decided, and more than 100 young officers with the rank of second lieutenant to lieutenant were selected to observe the spectacular scene of their commander's suicide by caesarean section, and Ryosuke Isoya wanted to take this opportunity to arouse the fierce spirit of the soldiers, and at the last moment of his life, inflicted the greatest casualties on the Chinese soldiers.

A temporary swept basement, the ground is covered with military blankets, more than a dozen senior officers of the Japanese army major general and above, bare-chested, in front of each person, there is a two-foot-long katana, a glass of sake, a snow-white towel, this is the Japanese officers and soldiers must commit suicide by disembowelment three-piece set, of course, ordinary soldiers and junior officers, do not have such a high standard, with the command knife or bayonet they carry, a death.

Outside, the rumbling cannon sounded suddenly, shaking the basement with a burst of dust, Isoya Ryosuke glanced at the Japanese generals, and said with a very calm expression: "Gentlemen, it's time" After speaking, he picked up sake, tilted his neck, poured it into his mouth, and sprayed it on the katana, and wiped the cold blade with a dusty towel, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stabbed the knife into his abdomen.

Then, with both hands, he pulled horizontally to the left, and the blood splashed violently on the military blanket, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and intestines of a beast flowed to the ground, and his body fell to the ground, still spasming, and the moment the blade entered his body, Ryosuke Isoya seemed to see the snow on Mount Fuji and the cherry blossoms falling all over the mountains in his hometown, but his soul could never return to the Japanese archipelago.

Not all Japanese generals are as sharp as Ryosuke Isotani, there are four or five high-ranking officers, hands holding katanas, trembling non-stop, comparing and drawing on the belly, just can't get down, when they kill the Chinese, they are not soft, and there is a pleasure of conquest, but when it is their turn, they can't be ruthless, they take knives to greet themselves, and a few bloody corpses frighten their guts.

Waiting to see the generals they admired, the low-ranking officers of the Japanese army who had completed the feat, were somewhat disappointed, these usually majestic generals were also cowards, looking at the trembling hands, the katana almost fell to the ground, and a big man who was in charge of presiding over the ceremony was impatient and gestured to several officers.

A few young officers went over, and the two of them helped one of them, and finally stabbed the knife into their stomachs, which is also the rule of the Japanese, the stage is set up, and the audience is also entered, you don't want to act, that's not possible, someone will help you go down, don't get the intestines and stomach out, it's not over, you can also play tricks on the spot, just don't mix in the Japanese pile in the future, so, a large part of the Japanese who committed suicide by caesarean section were killed by their own compatriots.

The corpses were strewn all over the place, and the heavy smell of blood mixed with the smell of internal organs made the low-ranking officers of the Japanese army who watched the ceremony can't help but vomit, but they finally saw what collective suicide is, and it is estimated that most of them will not follow this seemingly tragic, but in fact farce and self-harm trick.

The news of the suicide of all the generals was quickly conveyed to every Japanese soldier, and sure enough, as Isoya Ryosuke expected, the heroic actions of these generals completely stimulated the Japanese soldiers' will to fight, and the ferocity of their hearts, on a cold day, these Japanese soldiers stripped naked, tied a white cloth belt with the words "victory" written on their heads, pressed the bayonet with three or eight guns, stood straight in the cold wind, ready to fight to the death with the Chinese soldiers who rushed up, with their own lives, emulating the feats of the generals, for a while, There was a tragic atmosphere, rising in the Japanese positions.

However, they were very disappointed, and the idea of spilling blood was nothing more than wishful thinking, until the last trace of heat in the body was taken away by the cold wind, and they did not see the shadow of the Chinese soldiers, but ushered in the dense shells like flying locusts, Li Zongren, who had already played experience and tasted the sweetness, would not let the dying mad dog splash a drop of blood on the soldiers, and put the cannon without it, what kind of white-knuckle war with the Japanese?

The whistling shells, smashing the head and covering the brain, the Japanese position was like a pot, such a small area, concentrated all the artillery bombardment of the 21st Group Army and the eight divisions of the Sichuan Army, the density of the shelling, to the incalculable Cheng dù, the explosion points one by one, the stirred up columns of smoke, with the stumps of the Japanese soldiers and the broken arms flew into the air, the Japanese positions were like a volcanic eruption, shrouded in thick gunpowder smoke and steel wind and iron rain, shrapnel flew horizontally, happily cutting the flesh of the Japanese soldiers, Picking up a puddle of blood, he happily burrowed into the body of another Japanese soldier.

The Japanese soldiers cursed, the soldiers of China are cowards and cowards, and they dare not fight face-to-face with the Imperial Japanese Army, and the whistling shells do not understand the Japanese bird language, so they just greet them vigorously, so, under the leadership of some commanders, the Japanese soldiers began to fight back in despair, the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire, should not be this way of death, they should stab the bayonet into the chest of the Japanese soldiers, and then die with a smile, the old man Amaterasu likes such a Japanese very much.

They miscalculated again, Xiao County, destined to make all the Japanese soldiers unwilling to die in a desperate place, greeted by the windy roar of light and heavy machine guns, Li Zongren is very creative, all the light and heavy machine guns, concentrated on the forefront of the position, there is no threat of Japanese artillery fire, these light and heavy machine guns spitting tongues of fire, is the best killing weapon.

The Japanese soldiers were helplessly beaten all over the sieve, and thousands of light and heavy machine guns formed an impermeable fire net, and the Japanese army's decisive counterattack was nothing more than sending more live targets and corpses everywhere.

The shelling lasted for two full hours, on the Japanese position in Xiao County, the moon was as desolate as the moon, Li Zongren was deeply shocked by the firepower of this large-scale shelling, he put down the binoculars and said softly to Liao Lei beside him: "Let's start"

(To be continued)