Bright Sword: Develop independently and level up ten times at the beginning

Chapter 678: Lost Life

"I am only..."

"Just a bigger ant..."

"at best……"

"Just like that..."

"Such ants..."

"I don't want to be one!"

"Major General, you can't..."

"Lieutenant Generals also have to be bound by the rules..."

"general……"

"if……"

"He became the Prime Minister."

“Maybe everything would be different.”

"Or like Hei Ren Baichuan... born into a noble family, then no one can control you. You are free from the moment you are born."

"Without a noble birth."

"It's all bullshit!"

Suzuki Jiro thought to himself, his mind wandering and uneasy.

……

As the truck rolled over the last ridge, the Japanese special envoy Heiren Baichuan's hand, holding the telescope, trembled slightly. Through the yellow sand, the scattered adobe houses of Daxiawan were clearly visible: corn drying on the roofs, faded anti-Japanese war slogans on the rammed earth walls, and even a stone mill tied with a red ribbon under the old locust tree at the village entrance.

"Your Excellency the Special Envoy!"

The reconnaissance captain of the 11th Division rushed into the command vehicle holding a map. "All the secret sentries have been replaced by our people, and the enemy's communication station is still sending and receiving messages normally!" The map was densely marked with fake Fencheng contact points. These days, they used the code books seized in Fencheng to perfectly replicate the band patterns of Fencheng's daily communications.

Jiro Suzuki stared at the boundary marker passing by outside the car window. The three big vermilion characters "Daxiawan" on the bluestone made his eyes hurt.

It was so quiet along the way that the farmers who were supposed to be working in the terraced fields and the mule teams transporting grain on the mountain roads all disappeared without a trace as if they had been swallowed by the loess.

It subconsciously touched the potassium cyanide capsule hidden in its arms, which it had taken from the body of a private school teacher who had committed suicide when it passed by the massacred village.

"Have the heavy artillery regiment wear the Fencheng flag." Hei Renbaichuan licked his cracked lips. "Have the supply team change into civilian clothes and dismantle the Type 92 infantry guns and use donkey carts to pull them." His saber drew an arc on the map, the tip of the blade stabbing heavily into the cave complex marked "General Command." "In two hours, I'm going to use the Imperial Locust Army's urns to pack the enemy's radio parts!"

Twenty miles away, in a valley, Kong Jie crouched beneath a camouflage net, chewing roasted soybeans. Through his telescope, he could see the vanguard of the Japanese army marching confidently through the minefield—the booby traps, planted just the night before, now as quiet as hibernating snakes.

"The brigade commander and the commander are really good at luring me into a trap." He spat on the ground and looked at the reflective mirror shaking on the distant ridge. It was the signalman using the bronze mirror to transmit enemy information to the headquarters.

Deep in the tunnels of Daxia Bay, the veteran cook was filling the Maxim machine gun's cooling water tank with rice broth. A kerosene lamp on the wall flickered the light of a slogan, "I will not attack unless others attack me." Suddenly, cheers erupted from the adjacent radio room—the monitoring station had intercepted the enemy's codeword for a general attack, transmitted on the Fencheng channel.

The command vehicle of the Japanese special envoy Hei Ren Baichuan slowly drove into the entrance of Daxiawan Village. The wheels rolled over the loess, raising a cloud of dust.

Jiro Suzuki held the potassium cyanide capsule tightly in his arms, feeling a little uneasy.

The silence along the way made him feel inexplicably depressed, as if the entire village was waiting for something in silence.

"Your Excellency, all is well," the reconnaissance captain reported quietly, a smug smile on his face. "The enemy's communications station is still functioning normally, completely unaware of our actions."

Hei Ren Baichuan nodded, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile. He tapped his sword lightly on the map, the tip of the blade pointing to the cave complex deep in Daxia Bay, where the words "General Headquarters" were marked.

"Pass the order down, all troops, proceed according to the plan." Hei Ren Baichuan said coldly, "In two hours, I want to see the enemy's radio reduced to a pile of scrap metal."

Suzuki Jiro looked out the window silently, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.

It felt like something was wrong, but it couldn't put its finger on it. The silence along the way was eerie, as if the entire village was waiting for something.

At this moment, a rapid electric sound suddenly came from the radio in the command vehicle.

Then a telegram arrived.

Jiro Suzuki's heart suddenly tightened and he almost dropped the potassium cyanide capsule in his hand.

It suddenly raised its head and looked at Hei Ren Baichuan, and found that the other's face also turned pale in an instant.

"What?!" Hei Ren Baichuan stood up suddenly and slammed his sword on the table. "What's going on?! How could the enemy..."

Before he could finish his words, a deafening burst of artillery fire suddenly came from the distance, as if the whole earth was shaking.

Jiro Suzuki looked out the car window and saw flames rising from the distant mountain ridge, and countless artillery shells streaking through the sky, whistling towards them.

"boom--!"

The first shell exploded not far from the command vehicle, and the huge shock wave shattered the car window. Suzuki Jiro was knocked to the ground, his ears buzzing and his vision blurred.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" the reconnaissance captain shouted in horror, his voice full of despair.

Hei Ren Baichuan's face turned ashen. He suddenly drew his sword and roared, "Counterattack! Counterattack immediately!"

However, it was too late.

On the ridge of Daxia Bay, the commander stood high up, holding a telescope, coldly gazing at the Japanese troops below. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cold smile.

"Fire!" He waved his hand violently, and the sound echoed on the battlefield like thunder.

Following his command, the 75 Japanese troops ambushed in Daxia Bay opened fire. The guns of three artillery regiments roared simultaneously: 41mm Type 70 guns, 90mm Type infantry guns, and mm Type mortars. Countless shells rained down like raindrops, instantly engulfing the Japanese vanguard in a sea of fire.

"Boom——! Boom——! Boom——!"

Explosions rang out one after another, flames shot up into the sky, and thick smoke billowed. The Japanese troops fled in all directions under the artillery fire, and screams and wails were heard everywhere.

Jiro Suzuki struggled to get up from the ground, his ears filled with explosions and screams.

"I don't want to be an ant..." It muttered to itself, with a hint of determination in its eyes.

It suddenly took out the potassium cyanide capsule from its arms and gritted its teeth...

Want to swallow it in one bite.

But I don’t have the courage…

die……

So close to it.

Close at hand.

"report!"

"Your Excellency the Special Envoy!"

"Our troops just arrived at Daxia Bay when they encountered a fierce attack from Daxia Bay!"

"We were attacked by at least several heavy artillery regiments of the enemy!"

"All the trucks ahead are burned!"

“The road is impassable!”

The Japanese lieutenant colonel came running over, looking panicked.

"Bagya Road!"

"Bagya Road!"

"asshole!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Fight back!"

"Fight back!"

The Japanese envoy Hei Ren Baichuan roared in vain.