Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

Chapter 1005 That bastard who talks about their benevolence and righteousness will bear historical r

Zhou Weiguo had always only known how to eat, and at that time there was no such thing as an expiration date.

Therefore, he never looked at where the production took place.

Now that Ono had reminded him, he picked up the canned food box, glanced at it, and said, "Osaka."

Ono nodded proudly; "Yes, this is produced locally. By saving costs while ensuring the needs of the troops are met, isn't that a win-win situation?"

That's the reason.

Zhou Weiguo was speechless. Although he didn't understand, he expressed his respect. In any case, this matter wouldn't harm him, and ultimately it had little to do with him.

"Let's stop discussing the canned food, it's almost time." After finishing her meal in a few large bites, Asaka Shurei raised her wrist to check the time; "They should be eating now."

Zhou Weiguo shoveled the last two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, swallowed them, and stood up. "Okay, tell the artillery to launch the attack in ten minutes."

Ten minutes is less than the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes.

The earth-shattering explosions rang out again in the Xiaoniuzhuang area, and amidst the explosions, the faint roar of tanks and armored vehicles could also be heard.

Zhou Weiguo went to the lookout post and took a look.

The attacking forces, equipped with gas masks, hid behind tanks and moved forward little by little. On both sides of them, anti-aircraft machine guns followed, and they would be the first to use firepower to eliminate the remaining Japanese forces and clear out their strongpoints.

During the shelling, the tanks stopped about fifty meters from the front line. If they went any further, they would be vulnerable to artillery fire from their own side. They needed to stop and wait for the shelling and the release of the poison gas shells before launching an attack.

As the conventional shells were nearing their end, the artillery fire ceased immediately after a few more poison gas shells were fired.

For Togo Heiichiro, this was just an ordinary attack; he didn't even move an inch to observe the enemy's advance.

Not only him, but several generals who were celebrating a new chapter for the 14th Division also didn't even glance at it.

They all had the same idea.

That means no matter how the opponent attacks, they cannot break through the defense line.

It's still unclear whether the bait or the fish that takes the bait is the fish or the bait.

boom……

A shell exploded not far from the command post.

The shockwave from the explosion caused dust to fall from above the command post.

This is the first time such a situation has occurred since the enemy launched their attack.

"What's going on?" Togo Heiichiro, who had drunk quite a bit of dust, put down his wine glass in dissatisfaction.

It was really disappointing. Couldn't they just relax and finish their meal?

"Division Commander, the enemy is coming!" an officer rushed in from outside, panicked.

Togo Heiichiro was taken aback, then raised his hand and slapped the officer across the face; "Bullshit."

This place is already the third line of defense, and it's located in the middle. Even if the troops from the mountain city could fly, they wouldn't be able to break through two of my defense lines so quickly.

They even came up here; no one would believe that if I said it out loud.

The officer's cheek turned bright red from the slap.

He wanted to tell the division commander that he wasn't lying and that the enemy was really coming, but Togo Heiichiro kept babbling on and on, interrupting him several times as he tried to speak.

Finally, he had no choice but to say, "Commander, the enemy used poison gas. Our soldiers on the front and second lines were completely unprepared and suffered heavy losses."

The poison gas bomb destroyed the first line of defense immediately, while the dust and smoke that filled the sky affected the visibility of the soldiers on the second line of defense. By the time they realized something was wrong, the poison gas had already spread over.

The enemy forces on the left and center positions moved with impunity, while on the right flank, the mountain army launched a fierce attack. Without support, the right flank was facing unbearable pressure.

“That’s impossible.” Togo Heiichiro retorted righteously, but faced with the officer’s resolute gaze, he took a few steps to the lookout point.

You can already see the mountain city infantrymen carrying their flags and charging forward.

These mountain city soldiers, dressed in blue-gray uniforms and wearing German-made steel helmets and gas masks, shouted in a muffled voice, "Kill! Charge!"

The first thing that came to mind for Togo Heiichiro was a phrase from Hancheng.

He carelessly lost Jingzhou. How could he forget that this independent brigade had poison gas? He had information on it, and even the North China Front Command had explicitly told him not to use poison gas on the front line to avoid a fierce retaliation from the enemy.

Moreover, Shanghai made special annotations on that document.

The Independent Brigade's retaliation was not only directed at the front lines, but also at the people of the Empire.

This was drawn with a red pen.

"Hold on, let our soldiers hold on." After making the choice immediately, Togo Heiichiro disregarded his drinking and went to the battle map.

It's embarrassing; he still feels quite ashamed of himself.

A party celebrating the 14th Division's rebirth turned into the 14th Division's last lunch, where they might die.

After glancing at the map, Togo Heiichiro pointed in the direction of the 13th Army; "We need to evacuate."

Everyone present remained silent, but their hearts were heavy.

The victory that originally belonged to their side was lost in the blink of an eye, and now their side also faces the danger of being pursued by the enemy on all fronts.

Moreover, with the loss of the first and second lines of defense, the weapons and equipment that were brought in have basically fallen into the hands of the enemy. Now, the only weapons and equipment that are under our control are some artillery pieces and a few scattered mortars.

Togo Heiichiro approached the table, looked at the drinks and food laid out on it, grabbed the table with both hands, and then overturned the entire table, angrily shouting, "Despicable!"

Who told him that the people of the mountain town valued benevolence and morality? Who said they were kind?

They have to take responsibility for what that bastard said.

If they are all morally upright, then who can tell them why the other side would use poison gas?

Why did they use poison gas without any hesitation? Who was misleading the Empire's judgment and influencing their own?

If this is considered benevolence and morality, then what are we? Great philanthropists, after all.

With a crash, the exquisite wine bottles and the dishes on the table fell to the ground. No one looked at them again; at that moment, they had only one thought in their minds: how to get out of this place of trouble.

Will I still be alive to see tomorrow's sun?

Who knows, this day next year will be the anniversary of our deaths.