The Mysterious Soldier of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 410: The Encirclement and Suppression Planned by Satoyama Mitsu

Over fifty kilometers from Menglong County, the atmosphere at the headquarters of the Japanese Independent Mixed Brigade was almost frozen. Upon hearing that one of the regiment's infantry battalions had been reduced to just over half a squadron, and that both its commander, Ando Yamano, and its staff officer, Takeda Fujino, had been killed, the Japanese regiment commander, Sanoyama, flew into a rage. His face instantly flushed the color of liver, veins bulging on his forehead as he lashed out with curses: "Baka! Ando Yamano and Takeda Fujino, two worthless pieces of shit! Eight hundred elite Imperial soldiers were completely wiped out by a mere guerrilla force? Even if they were eight hundred pigs, left to the enemy, they wouldn't have been annihilated so quickly!" His furious roar echoed through the headquarters, sending a chill through the hearts of those around him.

After venting his rage, Sayoyama took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as he tried to calm himself. He knew better than anyone that this defeat had not only cost the regiment a heavy loss of manpower but also humiliated him in front of his superiors. If he couldn't quickly crush the rebels, his career would be ruined, and he might even face even more severe punishment. At this thought, a flicker of fear and determination flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the guerrillas who had successfully rescued Zhao Fugui's mother reunited with her at the guerrilla camp. Zhao Fugui's eyes instantly turned red when he saw his mother's safe return. All those emotions of worry, guilt, and longing flooded his heart at that moment. His knees softened, and he knelt down in front of his mother with a plop, his voice tearful: "Mom, I'm sorry for being unfilial and causing you so much suffering." Zhao's mother caressed his head distressedly, tears welling up in her eyes. She choked and said, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Seeing you on the right path, I'm relieved."

Tang Zhangshan stepped forward, gently helped Zhao Fugui up, and said earnestly, "Fugui, let's not talk about the past. We are family now. However, the Japanese will definitely not give up. We must quickly discuss our next plan." Everyone quickly gathered together, and the atmosphere was serious and solemn. Lei Tao spoke first, his brows slightly furrowed, his face serious: "Although we won the battle earlier, we have consumed a lot of weapons and ammunition, and our personnel are exhausted. We need to find a safe place to replenish supplies and rest." Wang Huming nodded in agreement and added, "Yes, and we must quickly establish an intelligence network to keep abreast of the Japanese army's movements so that we can be prepared for any eventuality."

Mitsuru Saeyama paced back and forth in the headquarters, his boots thumping against the floor, each step a thud against his restless heart. The red markings on the wall, representing the guerrillas, troubled him. After a moment's reflection, he suddenly stopped, a fierce glint in his eyes that seemed to pierce through anyone. He barked out a command, "Immediately contact the Matsui Battalion and the Yamamoto Cavalry Battalion. Have them assemble quickly and prepare for a complete encirclement and suppression of those guerrillas. Not a single one should be spared!"

The signalman trembled at his imposing presence and frantically operated the radio, trying to quickly connect Matsui's battalion with Yamamoto's cavalry battalion. Soon, a rustling sound of electricity filled the radio, followed by Matsui Ichiro's weary voice: "Captain, Matsui's battalion has received orders and is assembling. We expect to depart in half an hour." With a cold snort, Sasaki Yamamoto said, "Hurry up! If the guerrillas escape, you will commit seppuku and apologize to the Emperor!" Matsui Ichiro's heart trembled, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the radio, and he quickly agreed.

Immediately afterwards, the Yamamoto Cavalry Battalion responded. Yamamoto Yuichi shouted, "The Yamamoto Cavalry Battalion is ready and ready to go!" Nozomi nodded in satisfaction, a sinister smile on his face. "Don't stop along the way! Get to Liuye County as fast as you can and wipe out all the guerrillas!"

After hanging up, Sayoyama Mitsuru still felt uneasy and gave another order to the operations staff. His eyes revealed a murderous intent as he stared at the staff officer closely: "You will personally lead a communications team and follow behind the Matsui Battalion. Report the battle situation to me at all times. Any delay will be subject to military action!" The staff officer's face turned pale, his body trembling slightly. He stood at attention, saluted, and hurriedly left.

Elsewhere, the camp of Matsui's battalion was in chaos. Panicked, the soldiers hurriedly packed their gear and loaded boxes of ammunition onto trucks. Matsui Ichiro stood at the front of the group, waving his arms and shouting, "Hurry! Hurry! Don't dawdle! Get ready!" Intimidated by his aura, the soldiers moved even faster, and the scene was filled with a clamor.

Back at the Yamamoto Cavalry Battalion, the cavalry quickly saddled their horses and carefully checked their sabers and rifles. Yamamoto Yuichi, atop his tall black warhorse, commanded with a commanding presence: "This mission must succeed, failure not allowed! Let those uncivilized Chinese natives witness the might of the Imperial Japanese Army's cavalry! Destination: Liuye County, departure!"

At Yamamoto Yuichi's command, the cavalry surged toward Liuye County like a black torrent. The clatter of horses' hooves was dense and heavy, kicking up a trail of dust that seemed to tear through the earth. Yamamoto Yuichi rode at the front, whipping his horse whip rapidly.