The Japanese soldier, Amano Koki, who had just joined the invasion force from school,

was finally subjected to military law by Squad Leader Nagatomi Taro.

He stared with unseeing eyes,

his face full of pain and disbelief.

Amano Koki had never imagined

that the mutual aid and love he had heard about in school would turn out like this.

The imagined battlefield exploits, establishing merit,

heroic triumphs, luxury cars, and beautiful women were all unrelated to him.

He came here only to serve as a coolie and punching bag for a month,

or to be cannon fodder.

Amano Koki, the Japanese soldier who kept rolling around and wailing, was dead.

The entire Nagatomi Taro squad of Japanese soldiers could finally relax.

Without this soldier rolling around and attracting the attention of the planes in the sky,

they could lie on the ground like this

without attracting strafing from the planes.

Squad Leader Nagatomi Taro clearly thought so,

and so did all the Japanese soldiers around him.

The thing that disappointed them greatly was:

Amano Koki was dead,

but his soul seemed somewhat unwilling,

and the planes in the distance strafed all the way over.

Instantly, they all tensed up again.

A plane in the distance,

spewing four long tongues of fire,

like four fiery red whips,

whipped from east to west all the way over.

Looking at its trajectory,

it would perfectly pass over them!

Those Japanese soldiers watched the plane strafe all the way towards them,

with no intention of turning.

The Japanese soldiers of the Nagatomi Taro squad could no longer endure the fear in their hearts,

and fled in panic one after another.

Those other Japanese soldiers lying nearby pretending to be dead

also made the same movements.

Many of the bodies lying on the ground stood up,

immediately attracting more intense and precise attacks from the planes in the air.

There were quite a few Japanese soldiers fleeing in panic on the ground.

This time, they not only used four machine guns,

but even the rapid-firing cannon on the plane opened fire.

The sound of exploding shells, "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

and the sound of machine guns firing, "Tat-tat-tat!"

caused the Nagatomi Taro squad and the Japanese soldiers around them

to be constantly blown into the air,

and Japanese soldiers were shot down by machine guns.

Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito squatted in a pit.

Within a radius of twenty meters around him,

no Japanese soldier dared to approach.

His guards in the more distant places stopped the other Japanese soldiers.

This created a relatively safe haven for Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito.

This also allowed Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito to have the leisure and peace of mind to observe his troops.

The Japanese soldiers of the entire Nineteenth Brigade were fleeing in panic.

They really had no power to fight back

against the attacks from the air.

Since Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito was unable to struggle,

he could not just enjoy the situation,

so the only thing he could do

was to carefully observe the planes in the air.

Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito understood at a glance:

The planes in the sky that were slaughtering his Japanese soldiers

were not manufactured by the Empire,

nor were they made by the Americans, British, Germans, or French that he knew about.

However, he was not sure either.

In this era, new types of aircraft were appearing almost every day.

In the West,

anyone with a little money could build a plane.

For wealthy people,

planes had become toys:

An engine, three wheels, and a few propellers could be assembled into a plane.

The planes in the air were clearly not assembled privately.

They flew slowly, but their firepower was fierce,

completely designed to deal with infantry.

This was the bane of infantry!

Even more damaging to infantry than tanks!

However, the meticulous Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito still noticed:

The planes in the air were actually made crudely.

The steel frames were too simple,

purely for the sake of providing support.

They had not been beautified in the slightest.

Such planes

certainly could not be owned by ordinary guerrillas.

Moreover, there were the Empire's fighter planes escorting them in the air.

Now,

Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito could say with certainty:

The ones bombing his troops these days were the Special Forces.

He knew from an internal confidential report:

The thirty-six fighter planes parked at Anqing Tianzhushan Airport

had all been hijacked by the Special Forces.

The fighter planes in the air were clearly that batch.

However, this matter, which greatly damaged the Empire's reputation,

had only been conveyed to generals of his level.

The regimental commanders below did not know about it.

The Special Forces also had heavy artillery,

and not just one heavy artillery regiment.

Thinking of this,

Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito felt like he had opened a window:

The Special Forces had brought two heavy artillery regiments to Jiangbei!

The attack planes in the air kept the Nineteenth Brigade pinned to the ground.

They went back and forth,

not finding it monotonous at all.

In the beginning, the Japanese soldiers on the ground were still fleeing in all directions.

Later, the Japanese soldiers on the ground only stood up and ran when the planes strafed near them.

As time passed, the Japanese soldiers finally realized:

Whether they ran or not,

they could not escape the pursuit of the planes in the sky.

On the other hand, lying on the ground, pretending to be dead and taking their chances,

allowed them to live longer.

At least on the ground filled with corpses,

the attack planes in the air would just sweep over

without paying too much attention.

So the Japanese soldiers all lay flat.

They were like small animals in the forest,

allowing the king of the jungle, the tiger, to choose its food,

waiting motionlessly for the selection to be completed

and the tiger to leave.

The bullets fired by the machine guns on the planes in the air

were like fiery red whips,

whipping the Nineteenth Brigade fiercely for half an hour,

until the ammunition was exhausted, and the last bullet was fired,

before they turned around and left triumphantly.

Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito had noticed

that above these planes,

there was another batch of planes circling in the air.

Those planes were the Empire's fighter planes.

Unfortunately, they did not have the slightest intention of attacking these slow-flying planes below.

On the contrary, they protected these planes that flew slowly

and not very high all the way to the southwest.

Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito certainly did not believe that these planes were going to Nanjing.

While the Nineteenth Brigade was being fiercely rubbed on the ground by the attack planes,

the Japanese infantry Thirtieth Brigade was also enjoying the same treatment.

The only difference between them was that:

The Nineteenth Brigade had already gathered as a whole

and was forming a long line to retreat to Luan.

The Thirtieth Brigade's troops were still in the same state as when they had camped last night,

divided into four groups, each nervously making final preparations for retreat.

Regimental Commander Noda Yosuke of the infantry Thirty-third Regiment had never returned to that village

after escaping from the garrison,

and this was the thing he was most proud of now.

He had been watching the First and Second Battalions rescuing the wounded from a distance.

He had been issuing orders and commanding the Japanese soldiers.

This allowed him to perfectly avoid the rocket artillery company's surprise attack.

Although the rocket artillery company's second bombing caused many Japanese soldiers to suffer,

Regimental Commander Noda Yosuke was unharmed.

When he received the order from the brigade commander to retreat,

Regimental Commander Noda Yosuke did the same operation again,

passing the order down.

Then he watched the scenery from a distance, waiting for the battalions of Japanese soldiers to set off.

It was in this situation that he saw many fighter planes flying from afar,

and he also saw those fighter planes launching an attack on the Japanese soldiers in the village.

This attack was fatal.

Many Japanese soldiers could not outrun the planes chasing them,

and there was nowhere to hide.

Wanting to survive was entirely a result of lucky gambling.

Only Regimental Commander Noda Yosuke,

with dozens of Japanese soldiers,

stood far away from the village,

watching the village where they had camped last night undisturbed,

once again turning into a hell for the Japanese!

Regimental Commander Noda Yosuke, being in a safe place,

found this situation even more intolerable.

The Japanese soldiers struggling in the artillery fire in the village

made him very angry.

They had just been bombed by artillery shells,

and only a moment had passed,

the Japanese soldiers had just begun to rescue the wounded,

and the despicable attackers began bombing again,

causing the number of wounded Japanese soldiers to increase even more.

Was there no law?

Was there no justice?

No matter how much anger Regimental Commander Noda Yosuke had,

what was coming would still come.

They suffered heavy casualties in the first wave of bombing,

and they suffered equally heavy casualties in the second wave of surprise bombing.

The bombing, which was separated by less than thirty minutes,

almost leveled the small village where they had camped last night.

This made Regimental Commander Noda Yosuke extremely angry,

and at the same time, he secretly regretted:

He should not have driven the villagers out of the village yesterday.

On the distant hillside,

at least a thousand meters away from this village,

some villagers were crying:

"My house has collapsed!"

"Mine is on fire too!"

An old voice shouted angrily:

"What's the big deal if the house collapsed?

We'll just rebuild it!

Those Japanese soldiers who occupied our houses are dead,

that's the thing we should be happiest about.

Take a look,

how many Japanese soldiers died this morning?

They invaded our country,

rushed into our village,

and stole our pigs and cattle.

Trading houses for the lives of Japanese soldiers

is a worthwhile deal!"

The old man had a high reputation.

When he spoke, no one dared to cry out loud anymore.

They all looked at the already fragmented village,

and felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

In their hearts,

the Japanese soldiers would always leave.

The pigs and cattle were definitely gone,

and the grain was also gone.

After the Japanese soldiers left,

at least there would be an empty shell of a house.

Now that even the empty shell of a house was gone,

these villagers all looked sad and indignant,

their hands clenched tightly into fists,

but they didn't know who to strike.

The Japanese soldiers of the Thirtieth Brigade received the order to retreat

and were nervously preparing to retreat.

A group of fighter planes flew from the horizon.

These fighter planes were evenly divided into four groups in the air.

One group of nine planes was heading towards the place that Regimental Commander Noda Yosuke had been paying attention to.

The villagers who were standing far away watching their village also saw the planes.

Four of these planes circled at high altitude,

without descending.

Only five planes flew extremely low,

as low as only thirty or forty meters above the ground,

and then four tongues of fire poured out from the planes.

Causing the Japanese soldiers who were nervously preparing to retreat to suffer another blow.

They encountered attacks from the air.

This time, the Japanese soldiers were finally able to see the people attacking them.

Those planes that flew extremely low,

the Japanese soldiers could clearly see the people sitting inside the planes through the glass of the portholes.

Wearing the uniforms of the National Revolutionary Army,

they were clearly pilots of the National Revolutionary Army.

However, even if these Japanese soldiers knew who was attacking them,

they were powerless to resist!

Fortunately, this time they were able to see their opponents.

Looking at the route the planes were flying,

these Japanese soldiers began their performance.

They ran quickly in the village,

some hid in corners,

some rushed into the half-collapsed houses,

some rushed behind half-section walls to hide.

This time was different from the previous two times.

The previous two times, when the shells fell,

they had no idea where the shells would land.

So they were powerless to defend.

Now it seemed like they could escape.

Reality quickly disappointed these Japanese soldiers:

This time they were even more powerless against these attackers in the air.

Watanabe Yuto's battalion, Kitamura Soto's battalion, these Japanese soldiers,

initially each came up with their own tricks,

running around and hiding everywhere.

The result was that everyone standing was knocked down,

all the Japanese soldiers who hid in the rooms were crushed,

all the Japanese soldiers who hid behind the walls had the walls collapse on them.

Ten minutes later, the Japanese soldiers didn't even have the thought of struggling anymore.

They just lay in the village like this,

no longer trying to escape into the houses to hide.

They had just seen:

Some Japanese soldiers were agile,

rushing into the houses on the side in a few steps.

Thinking that this would allow them to perfectly avoid the rain of bullets strafing down from the planes in the air,

but the planes in the air not only had gunfire,

they also had artillery shells! Several artillery shells hit those houses in succession,

and the entire house collapsed.

None of the Japanese soldiers hiding inside ran out.

They were all buried in the rubble,

only able to hope that the Japanese soldiers outside would take pity on them and dig them out.

Otherwise, they would only be able to wait until they were discovered by people at some unknown time.

Battalion Commander Watanabe Yuto lay on the ground,

his eyes staring straight at the planes in the air,

his eyes already unfocused.

They had already been attacked three times this morning.

The first two times, they didn't even know who was bombing them.

The troops had not yet brought back the Japanese soldiers who had gone missing in the first two bombings,

and this third attack came again.

This time it was even more ruthless than the previous two times.

The Japanese soldiers of Watanabe Yuto's battalion could not escape.

The faster the Japanese soldiers on the ground ran,

the more attacks they would attract.

Just how fast could the Japanese soldiers running on two legs be?

They were all overtaken by the planes,

which strafed with machine guns

and bombed with rapid-firing cannons.

After the first plane flew over,

the second plane took over and continued.

If two planes were still unable to knock down those Japanese soldiers who ran when attacked,

then there were still the third and fourth planes coming to help.

There was nothing that four planes could not knock down.

If there was, then they would do it again.

Ueda Taiichi's battalion had already suffered heavy casualties in the previous two artillery bombardments.

The severed Japanese soldier's hands that they had chopped off in this battalion had already filled more than a dozen cloth bags.

Battalion Commander Ueda Taiichi looked at so many Japanese soldiers who had died again,

and was already worrying in his heart:

"Will there even be any Japanese soldiers left to carry those bags later?"

At this time, it wasn't just the Japanese soldiers of Ueda Taiichi's battalion who were suffering.

At least at this time, his battalion was not the one suffering the worst,

because there were not many Japanese soldiers left in his battalion to receive this kind of treatment.

The Third and Fourth Battalions of the Infantry Thirty-eighth Regiment were not even targeted

in the bombing before dawn.

Therefore, these two battalions were the first to set off

after receiving the order to retreat.

Regimental Commander Sasaki Yuto was of course very pleased with this situation.

He ordered these two battalions to go first, so that they could return to Huoshan sooner,

and report to the division commander sooner.

This was also a good thing!

Battalion Commander Tanshita Shiro of the Third Battalion led the troops at the front,

followed by the Fourth Battalion behind them.

They were the last two battalions in the entire Sixteenth Division that had not suffered any losses.

This record, which had been maintained until now,

was suddenly broken!

A group of planes flew from the direction they were heading.

There were not many planes,

only ten.

These planes were clearly divided into three distinct layers.

There was only one plane flying at the highest altitude.

Its lofty appearance ignored everyone.

There were only four planes flying in the middle layer.

These planes were clearly from the Empire.

Flying at the lowest level, almost skimming the ground, were five planes that had never been seen before.

The Japanese soldiers of the Third Battalion

were happily pointing at those planes,

shouting loudly: "Look! Planes! Our planes!"

They clearly misunderstood:

That was not "our planes!"

That was "planes that are attacking us!"

The five planes flying at the lowest level formed a column.

The leading plane opened fire first,

still firing both rapid-firing cannons and machine guns.

This sudden change caught the unprepared Third Battalion off guard.

In fact, even if they were prepared,

there was no other way.

They could only run or lie down.

There was no third way.

The attack from the air had just begun.

The Japanese soldiers had no experience yet.

They could only flee the highway and scatter in all directions

like startled bees.

The planes in the air looked slow,

but no matter what, their speed exceeded one hundred kilometers per hour.

Almost in a flash,

those Japanese soldiers who reacted and wanted to run

only took a few steps

before they were subjected to five rounds of strafing and bombing.

This was not over yet.

The five planes strafed from the beginning of the Third Battalion

all the way to the end of the Fourth Battalion.

Then they turned around

and began to harvest from the tail of the Fourth Battalion,

strafing an entire pass again.

That was just one round trip.

Sergeant Godaibo Yuto, who was lying in the ditch beside the highway, had already seen that the ditch was full of blood.

The Japanese soldiers who had fallen on the highway,

every Japanese soldier's body was gurgling with blood.

This blood slowly formed streams on the highway.

The streams gathered more and more,

filling all the potholes along the way,

before flowing into the ditch where Godaibo Yuto was lying.

Sergeant Godaibo Yuto, who had been shot in the thigh and abdomen,

had no intention of getting up at all.

He just lay in the ditch like this,

watching himself block the streams of red blood flowing down from the highway.

More and more,

a landslide dam appeared here.

He was the dam of this landslide lake.

Godaibo Yuto looked at this red blood,

not feeling terrified, but instead finding it funny.

He even reached in and stirred it.

Godaibo Yuto's body was ultimately not wide enough.

The red blood eventually overflowed his body.

A warm current, carrying a slight warmth, flowed over his entire body.

This warm current was coming fiercely, and there was a tendency to grow even stronger.

The Japanese soldiers of the Fourth Battalion were driven from the highway to the fields beside the road by the attack planes.

They thought they were safe at this time,

but the result was unbearable for these Japanese soldiers.

Those planes did not keep staring at the highway to strafe.

In fact, the Japanese soldiers on the highway

were either corpses or wounded.

Any Japanese soldiers who were able to run

had run to the side of the road.

The five planes in the air

did not think that chasing down a few Japanese soldiers was a disgrace.

They kept chasing the Japanese soldiers on the ground,

even if only three or four Japanese soldiers were running as a team,

they would be relentlessly pursued.

Battalion Commander Tanshita Shiro, Battalion Commander Ishii Naoito, these Japanese soldiers,

were now truly in a situation where they had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.

This air force, which did not know which unit it belonged to,

did not talk about military ethics at all.

It was said that one should leave a line for others, so that they could meet again in the future.

They were good, completely looking like they were going to kill everyone,

as long as there was a Japanese soldier running away,

they would chase after him and kill him.

At this time, these two infantry battalions on the ground understood:

The air force wanted them, these Japanese soldiers, to lie on the ground properly,

so that they could call them out one by one.

Lucky Japanese soldiers could get through by deception and be lucky enough to survive.

Most of the Japanese soldiers could only die today.

Only by dying stiffly could they satisfy those pilots in the air.

In fact, the attack launched by the air force led by Xiao Jianying

did not last long.

They only fired their bullets for half an hour before they ran out of ammunition.

The ground attack planes ran out of bullets,

but Xiao Jianying and the others, these fighter planes, did not fire a single bullet.

They were the sword-bearing guards of these attack planes.

The planes that had just made the Japanese soldiers suffer so much

had now turned around and gone back.

This was completely a one-sided slaughter.

However, the pilots in the air were not at all uncomfortable with this.

In fact, this battle

was also the first large-scale use of this type of aircraft after it had been equipped to the troops.

It had been used in the Wuhu and Jurong battlefields last time,

but those two times there were only three experimental aircraft,

unlike today, when forty ground attack planes were used at once.

The effect was very satisfactory!

The attacking planes went back.

They were going back to reload ammunition,

ready to set off again at any time.

Mao Wenxing did not go back.

He was still circling in this airspace,

pointing the way for the various companies that came to pursue these Japanese soldiers.

At any time, those who can point the way for others

are all wise teachers.

Mao Wenxing is not considered a wise teacher now,

but at least he is a very experienced guide.

The Sixth and Third Regiments ran on the ground

with extreme speed.

Someone in the air was specifically acting as a guide,

completely like they had turned on a cheat.

Following the guidance of Mao Wenxing,

the various companies of the Third and Sixth Regiments

would not get lost at all,

and they were also taking the most direct route.

The attack from the air was over.

The two infantry brigades of the Japanese Sixteenth Division now had to prepare to collect corpses

and rescue the wounded.

Division Commander Fujie Shiro clearly did not like doing this.

He issued the latest order: "The two brigades do not need to pay attention to the wounded and corpses now.

All Japanese soldiers who can continue to march

must immediately march back to Huoshan and Luan.

The most important task at the moment is to go to Hefei,

to retake Hefei

and restore the supply of materials to the front line."

As for those Japanese soldiers who were still struggling and moaning,

they could all be handed over to the field hospitals and transport teams.

He had already sent the First and Second Field Hospitals to the Nineteenth Brigade.

Now he was sending the Third and Fourth Field Hospitals to the Thirtieth Brigade.

At the same time, he had forcibly conscripted thousands of laborers from Huoshan and Luan,

and let them follow the field hospitals

to the places where the Japanese soldiers were attacked

to do battlefield cleaning and mop-up work.

Division Commander Fujie Shiro's orders

were of course to be carried out immediately.

And this also finally relieved Brigade Commander Kusaba Akito and Brigade Commander Sasaki Yuto.

They had no idea when the next attack would happen.

If they continued to delay here,

these two brigade commanders did not know if they would be able to return to Huoshan or Luan.

Although the Sixteenth Division had encountered guerrilla attacks,

Division Commander Fujie Huipu knew about this situation, and so did Prince Higashikuninomiya Naruhiko of the Second Army.

Commander of the China Expeditionary Army, Yan Junroku, was also clear about it.

What they were even clearer about was that the guerrillas' attacks on the behemoth that was the Sixteenth Division were insignificant.

Like the Sixth Division, which attacked all the way from Tongcheng to Huangmei,

there were Li Pinxian's troops waging guerrilla warfare along the hundreds of kilometers of mountain roads.

Sometimes they would encounter hundreds of guerrilla battles in a day.

But this had a very limited impact on the Sixth Division led by Division Commander Inaba Shiro.

Therefore, the Japanese soldiers were not at all worried about the Sixteenth Division going to retake Hefei.

The emergency military conference convened by Chiang Kai-shek began.

Such a conference, even after the Battle of Wuhan had been fought for so long,

he had not convened it many times.

This time, he had summoned the most capable commanders under his command

just because this matter was too important.

Those commanders serving in the various war zones and defense zones who had come to attend the meeting

had received a situation report in advance.

They had each organized their subordinates to carefully study the plan proposed by Bai Chongxi.

They all had a series of considerations in their hearts.

The meeting had just begun

when the discussion became heated.

Everyone who attended the meeting knew that the entire plan had no problems at all.

"The problem now is: Can the First Special Forces hold so many cities?

Second: Can the troops who are blocking the Second Army's attack

complete the task of compressing the Second Army?"

These commanders of the National Revolutionary Army,

through the Battle of Shanghai, the Defense of Nanjing, and the Battle of Xuzhou,

especially after the Battle of Xuzhou, in the Battle of Lanfeng,

the National Revolutionary Army used the most elite two hundred thousand troops in the country

to surround twenty thousand Japanese soldiers.

This was a battle with an absolute disparity in strength,

and it was also a battle where the National Revolutionary Army was most likely to annihilate a Japanese division.

But the result was an international joke.

Two hundred thousand of the National Revolutionary Army's most elite troops

were actually unable to annihilate twenty thousand Japanese soldiers.

Not only that,

but they also allowed the Japanese soldiers to escape

and turn around to occupy Lanfeng.

That was only twenty thousand Japanese soldiers.

And the National Revolutionary Army's most elite two hundred thousand troops were mobilized,

and the only tank force in the National Revolutionary Army

and the heavy artillery regiment of the National Revolutionary Army were equipped.

But even so,

they still failed to achieve their goal.

For this matter,

the National Revolutionary Army military tribunal also killed the commander of the Eighty-eighth Division and dozens of officers from the company to the battalion, regiment, and brigade level of the entire Eighty-eighth Division.

This troop was one of the National Revolutionary Army's most elite troops.

The Five-Four-Two Regiment that defended Sihang Warehouse was from them.

It was this kind of elite force

that used ten times the strength but was unable to annihilate a Japanese division.

Now the president actually wanted to encircle a Japanese army corps at once

and eat up one hundred thousand Japanese soldiers in one bite.

Was this too whimsical?

Of course, everyone who attended the meeting today knew that

as long as they ate these one hundred thousand Japanese soldiers,

the entire War of Resistance would have achieved a decisive victory.

If they could annihilate the Japanese Second Army,

it would be worth it even if the National Revolutionary Army paid a sacrifice of three hundred thousand or four hundred thousand.

But could they really annihilate a Japanese army corps?

Commander Zhang Fakui said:

"I believe that if we try hard, we can set up an encirclement.

But the fish is too big, and our net is not strong enough!

I do not approve of this plan!"

His words represented the feelings of most people.

Commander Xue drew a line with his baton on the map from Tongcheng, Shucheng, Hefei, to Gushi and said:

"To hold such a long line of defense,

we need at least one hundred thousand elites.

As long as this line of defense takes shape,

Japanese troops will immediately send troops from the periphery

in a continuous stream.

The Kwantung Army can come all the way along the railway line

in no more than seven days.

Whether from Qingdao or Nanjing, the Japanese navy can send troops to Hefei within three days.

We will not be so naive as to believe that

we can take down a Japanese army corps within seven days!

In that case,

the troops holding this line of defense will have to face attacks from both sides.

Only with two hundred thousand elites will we have the confidence.

But where can we find two hundred thousand elites to deploy here?

And this is a death trap.

If we cannot win,

we will inevitably be surrounded by the Japanese,

and the consequences for the two hundred thousand troops will be dire.

How many people are there in the Special Forces in the areas of Qianshan, Tongcheng, Shucheng, and Lujiang?

Are there even twenty thousand?"

This was a question!

Chiang Kai-shek looked at Li Zongren with an inquiring gaze.

Li Zongren had not spoken all along.

Chiang Kai-shek looked at him:

"Delin! The Special Forces were cultivated by you single-handedly.

You know them best. Tell us about it."

Li Zongren looked at the map and said:

"We don't know exactly how many combat troops,

how many planes and artillery pieces,

the Special Forces have in Jiangbei.

I have criticized Lin Fan many times for this matter.

Every time, he says that there are too many traitors in our troops,

and the higher the level, the more traitors there are.

He doesn't trust us. He is afraid that if his strength is reported,

it will be grasped by the Japanese.

Therefore, no one but himself knows exactly how many people there are in the Special Forces in Jiangbei!

As for the problem of the long line of defense,

does Lin Fan know about this plan?"

Someone immediately said:

"It doesn't matter if he knows about this level of meeting.

A brigade commander just has to execute orders."

After saying this,

Chiang Kai-shek glanced at him.

This commander immediately understood that he had said something wrong.

According to Commander Zhang's analysis just now:

Sending the Special Forces to defend such a long line of defense,

a line of defense that requires two hundred thousand elites to defend,

this kind of person

is no lower in status than them.

Chen Cheng quickly smoothed things over:

"It would be good to let him know in advance,

so that he can make some preparations."

Li Zongren shook his head: "Notify him of the plan.

If he says that he can complete the mission,

then they will definitely be able to hold this line."

As soon as he said this,

Chiang Kai-shek's eyes lit up.

Judging from the opinions of his officers just now,

everyone knew that this plan was good.

The net was easy to weave, and the fish was also in the net.

It was just that the fish was too big, and it was easy to end up with the fish not dying

but the net being broken.

Such a bungle

had happened more than once or twice to the National Revolutionary Army.

He immediately ordered:

"Immediately send the plan to the Special Forces

and solicit Brigade Commander Lin's opinion!"

In one sentence, everyone present understood that

Chiang Kai-shek was treating Lin Fan as someone of the same status as them.

In fact,

if it were not for Lin Fan's ideological problems,

Chiang Kai-shek would have had the idea of letting Lin Fan take charge of a front long ago.

Lin Fan received this plan

and was also attracted by the boldness of this plan.

He immediately looked at the map.

After placing a few chess pieces, he immediately saw that

a perfect encirclement appeared.

Inside the encirclement was the Japanese Second Army Corps, a full one hundred thousand Japanese soldiers.

There were actually not many Japanese soldiers outside the encirclement.

If they were to really fight this battle,

the Lunan Detachment of the Special Forces could sabotage the Japanese railways and highway transportation,

delaying the speed of the Kwantung Army coming over.

The troops in Jurong could also intermittently cut off the Japanese railway and supply lines on the Yangtze River.

Although he would be facing attacks from both sides on this line,

the Japanese soldiers coming from behind would not exceed one regiment.

And he could also transfer more ground attack planes and rocket artillery from Jurong.

If the National Revolutionary Army could really compress the Japanese soldiers back

and fight for ten days,

annihilating the Second Army Corps within ten days,

everything would be fine.

After thinking this way,

he replied: "Plan received!

The Special Forces guarantees that after the encirclement is completed,

we will hold it for ten days and not let a single Japanese soldier escape."

Lin Fan's attitude was very clear:

"The Special Forces' line of defense is so long that we can only defend.

We have no power to attack at all!

The task of compressing the Japanese soldiers and attacking the Second Army Corps still needs to be completed by the main force of the National Revolutionary Army."

Lin Fan's guarantee alone

had already made Chiang Kai-shek smile.

This kid had ideological problems,

but he was still manageable.

He could really handle things when something happened!

His fighting strength and his determination to fight the Japanese soldiers were the strongest.

Everyone in the conference room knew

how difficult the task that the Special Forces was about to undertake was.

For a troop like Lin Fan's that was completely outside the National Revolutionary Army's supply list,

fighting this kind of battle was completely not worth the loss.

It could even be said to be a suicide mission,

because if his troops were reduced,

Chiang Kai-shek would not supply a single soldier to him.

If his weapons and ammunition were depleted,

Chiang Kai-shek would not replenish a single bullet.

According to these people's understanding of Chiang Kai-shek,

if Lin Fan's Special Forces suffered heavy losses in this operation,

Chiang Kai-shek would not only not lend a helping hand in times of need,

but would also definitely kick him when he was down

and directly take over Lin Fan's assets.

Which of the commanders present was not envious

of what Lin Fan had done in Jurong?

Even Li Zongren was extremely envious.

Lin Fan was much stronger than him at making money and building things.

If he had had such ability back then,

he would have pulled Chiang Kai-shek down long ago

and become the president himself!

The commanders in the conference room were all somewhat stunned.

None of them had expected Lin Fan to be so straightforward.

In this situation,

the Special Forces was still willing to undertake this task.

"Lin Fan is really fighting the war!"

Li Zongren said meaningfully.

In his heart, he secretly compared Lin Fan with Commander Tang.

Commander Tang's troops were Chiang Kai-shek's direct descendants.

If there were any losses in soldiers or weapons, they would be replenished at the first opportunity.

Even so, he was still never willing to fight hard battles with the Japanese soldiers.

He was not willing to sacrifice.

Li Zongren said slowly: "If Lin Fan says he can defend,

then the Special Forces will definitely be able to hold it!

The problem now is, can our troops

really break through the Japanese Second Army on the front

and compress their maneuvering space

until we finally annihilate them?"

"Ten days! He said ten days."

Zhang Fakui was clearly very sensitive to time.

Chiang Kai-shek finally made up his mind:

"Start formulating a plan now,

including the Japanese Second Army Corps. Annihilate it."

The officers in the conference room looked at each other.

They had already reacted:

This operation was beneficial to Chiang Kai-shek in every way.

Whether they fought an encirclement battle or not,

the Japanese soldiers on the front of the Second Army Corps

would attack desperately.

They wanted to open up a road to Wuhan.

If this encirclement battle was successful,

the benefits would be self-evident.

Even if it failed,

Chiang Kai-shek could bear it.

If they did not fight this encirclement battle, his troops might not be able to hold on.

In this encirclement battle,

the most dangerous troops were not the main force of the National Revolutionary Army that blocked the Second Army Corps on the front,

but the Special Forces that set up the encirclement behind the Second Army Corps.

They would be facing attacks from both sides.

If the front line failed,