Chapter 214 I Went Mad During the Republic of China (30 chapters)
"Charge!"
The anger that had been suppressed for too long finally erupted at this moment.
In the underground command post, Commander Chen threw down the phone, grabbed the binoculars, and rushed to the observation post.
He saw his soldiers surge out of the position like a tide, their bayonets gleaming coldly in the gray sky.
Meanwhile, the Japanese soldiers on the other side were completely thrown into chaos.
The "divine thunder" from the sky not only shattered their plane, but also shattered their courage.
They dropped their guns and cannons, turned and ran, shoving and trampling each other, completely losing their previous arrogance.
"Commander! We...we've launched a counterattack!" A chief of staff ran over, his voice trembling with tears and elation.
"I saw it!" Commander Chen put down his binoculars, his hands trembling, not from fear, but from excitement.
He'd fought a lifetime of wars, and he'd never seen a war fought like this.
First, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky, shattering the Japanese air superiority.
Then several more bolts of lightning struck the Japanese artillery positions and command vehicles with pinpoint accuracy.
This battle felt like a dream.
"Pass on my order!" Commander Chen turned around, his eyes bloodshot: "Send the entire reserve force up there! Chase after the Japanese devils and beat them to a pulp! Drive them all into the Huangpu River to feed the turtles!"
"yes!"
This counter-offensive was less of a battle and more of a chase.
The Nationalist soldiers, their morale soaring, chased the routed Japanese troops from the city to the riverbank. The entire Shanghai was filled with the howling cries of fleeing Japanese soldiers.
The next day, the front page of the Shenbao newspaper featured a headline in the largest font: "Divine thunder from heaven punishes the Japanese invaders; a great victory in Shanghai boosts national prestige!"
The newspaper described in detail the miracles that occurred on the battlefield yesterday, from the thunderstorms in the sky to the precise explosions of the Japanese artillery positions on the ground, and the words were filled with a triumphant excitement.
Tokyo, the Japanese stronghold.
The meeting room was deathly still. Navy Minister Mitsumasa Yonai had a livid face, clutching a telegram in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?" His voice was hoarse, like that of a wounded beast.
"The Third Fleet was completely annihilated, the Izumo sank, and Kiyotaka Hasegawa was killed."
"The Shanghai Expeditionary Force led by Matsui Iwane, along with three battleships and hundreds of transport ships, vanished into thin air off the coast of Hangzhou Bay! Hundreds of thousands of imperial warriors perished at sea before they even reached the shore!"
"Now, even the air force regiments..."
He slammed the telegram on the table: "The two air squadrons sent to Shanghai, with more than 300 fighter planes, not one returned! The pilots' last communications were full of nonsense about 'divine punishment' and 'gods'!"
Army Minister Gen Sugiyama suddenly stood up and slammed his fist on the map.
"It's not just the navy! The North China Area Army sent an urgent telegram: the Itagaki Division was ambushed at Pingxingguan and completely wiped out! The entire 21st Brigade, including its commander Toshiji Miura, was wiped out!"
"And then there's Beiping, northern Hebei, the entire Northeast! All the power we've painstakingly built up over so many years has been wiped away one by one by an invisible hand!"
A chief of staff spoke in a trembling voice: "What...what are we facing? Have the Chinese developed some kind of secret weapon? Or...or is it really like the rumors, some kind of supernatural power?"
"Baka!" Sugiyama Gen roared, "Nonsense! Our Great Sakura Empire is protected by Amaterasu, how could any demons or gods be our enemies!"
He pointed to Jiangsu on the map: "Although we lost Shanghai, we still have troops stationed in Nanjing! We still have fortresses in Zhenjiang and Jiangyin! Order the Nanjing garrison to launch an immediate attack! Strike the Chinese from behind!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a communications officer scrambled in.
"Urgent...urgent telegram! An urgent telegram from Major General Katsura Nagataro, Commander of the Nanjing Garrison!"
Sugiyama Gen snatched the telegram, glanced at it, and his face turned a deep shade of liver with rage.
"Baka! Bastard! This coward!"
He crumpled the telegram into a ball and slammed it to the ground: "That good-for-nothing Katsura Eitaro, he actually requested to be transferred back to the mainland! He said that the land of China is cursed, and he doesn't want to die here!"
Everyone in the meeting room fell silent.
Even the commanders at the front were terrified. How could they possibly fight this battle?
Fear spread like a plague among the Japanese high command. For the first time, they discovered that their proud military strength was as fragile as paper in the face of that mysterious adversary.
It seems that all they can hold onto now is Taiwan, which they ceded years ago.
Could it be... that we really have to retreat there?
......
[Host, telegram intercepted. Major General Katsura Eitaro, commander of the Nanjing garrison, is terrified and wants to be transferred back to the mainland.]
The Japanese high command has rejected his suggestion to launch a surprise attack on Nanjing.
"They still want to attack Nanjing?"
“They want to carry out a massacre in Nanjing? They won’t have the chance.” Zhou Jue’s voice was devoid of any emotion.
"Scan all remaining organized Japanese strongholds within China."
[Scan complete! Currently, the main Japanese military force is concentrated along the Yangtze River in Jiangsu Province, centered on Nanjing, including Zhenjiang, Jiangyin, Nantong, and other areas.]
A clear map appeared in Zhou Jue's mind, marked with red dots.
“Very good.” Zhou Jue’s gaze sharpened.
"I won't wait for them to run away; I'll personally see them off."
She vanished in a flash.
Nanjing, the headquarters of the Japanese garrison.
Major General Katsura Nagataro was pacing anxiously in his office. He had already sent more than a dozen telegrams to his family, pleading with them to use their connections to have him transferred back to Japan.
A surprise attack? Does that mean he'll survive?
The "divine thunder" in Shanghai, the "divine disappearance" in Hangzhou Bay, and the "mountain collapse" at Pingxingguan Pass—one after another, these events have completely washed away his Bushido spirit.
All he wanted was to live.
Suddenly, he felt the ground beneath his feet tremble violently, and the teacups on the table jumped up.
"earthquake?"
Before he could react, an invisible force gripped his neck and lifted him off the ground.
He kicked his legs wildly, staring in terror at the empty space ahead, making "hoarse" sounds in his throat.
"Crack".
With his neck broken, Katsura Eitaro's body went limp.
Immediately afterwards, the entire garrison, all the Japanese soldiers, died mysteriously! All weapons and resources disappeared.
"Next, Zhenjiang."
[Coordinates locked, teleporting!]
At the Zhenjiang Fortress, Japanese soldiers patrolled the gun emplacements, complaining about their cowardly colleagues in Nanjing.
Suddenly, a series of muffled explosions came from inside the gun emplacement beneath their feet.
"Boom! Boom—!"
The fortified fortress, like a can that had been detonated from the inside, was blasted into the sky with countless pieces of reinforced concrete mixed with the remains of Japanese soldiers.
Jiangyin Fortress, Nantong Military Station...
In the time that followed, Zhou Jue was like a highly efficient Grim Reaper, traversing the Yangtze River and erasing Japanese strongholds from the map one by one.
Those place names that are historically stained with the blood of the Chinese people faced reckoning ahead of schedule on this day.
The heinous Nanjing Massacre was nipped in the bud before it even began.
After doing all this, Zhou Jue returned to Shanghai.
[Reporting to the host: A full-scale scan has confirmed that all organized Japanese strongholds on the Chinese mainland have been completely eliminated!]
The rest were mostly insignificant stragglers and intelligence personnel, posing no further threat to the overall situation.
"Mm." Zhou Jue nodded.
She looked at her system space, which was filled with captured warships, tanks, cannons, and massive amounts of supplies.
"These things would be a waste to keep them here."
She thought of those soldiers at Pingxingguan who dared to fight to the death with rudimentary weapons, and of the team in Yan'an who upheld the backbone of the nation with millet and rifles.
These things need to be delivered to those who need them.
It's time to meet those who have truly changed China.
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