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Chapter 165: Seppuku 3

Fujiwara led more than a thousand defeated Japanese soldiers and fled desperately towards the southwest. They knew that the road to the east had been blocked and if they continued to move in that direction, they would only die.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Fujiwara waved the sword in his hand, urging his men to speed up.

At this moment, Fujiwara had only one thought in his mind: survive!

As long as he can return to Japan alive, he will still have a chance to take revenge.

However, what they didn't know was that Datong's army had already surrounded their main force.

Of course, the Datong army must first deal with the large Japanese troops that have collapsed under the city of Datong, and then they can free up their hands to deal with Fujiwara's remnants.

However, Fujiwara and the others were completely unaware and thought they had a chance to escape, but in fact they were just caught later.

What they don't know is that their fate has already been determined.

In this war, no one can escape the shadow of death.

Although most of the Japanese troops fled, there were still many small groups that gathered together and put up a stubborn resistance.

As for these stubborn Japanese soldiers, all we had to do was surround them, launch a round of fierce bombardment with artillery, and then use tanks as the lead and infantry to follow behind to strangle them all the way.

Although this tactic can minimize casualties on one's side, it also has a problem: it takes too long.

Moreover, there were many small Japanese resistance forces like these. Therefore, the Datong defenders, who had only three infantry divisions, had to defend the city while encircling and suppressing the more than 20,000 Japanese defeated soldiers outside the city. It was really difficult to withdraw more troops to pursue Fujiwara.

We can only prioritize dealing with the Japanese troops in front of us first. Otherwise, once these Japanese troops disperse and go into the mountains or the countryside, their destructive power and the difficulty of encircling and suppressing them later will be very great.

Just as the Datong defenders were struggling to encircle and suppress the defeated Japanese troops whose numbers were almost greater than theirs, a force pretending to be reinforcements of the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army arrived from the east.

Among them were more than 189 officers and soldiers from the 189th Division, who defeated the Japanese regiment that had been crippled by the th Division.

With more than 1.5 reinforcements descending like gods from the sky, the Japanese army knew that their retreat was cut off and could only launch a desperate offensive in an attempt to open a gap.

However, the men and horses were exhausted, and the 189th Division continued to attack all day, so the Japanese army's regiment was left with only one infantry battalion that could fight.

Faced with 1.5 new troops, the Japanese attack could not succeed at all. Finally, the regiment commander led the remaining troops in panic and retreated back to Datong.

However, on their way to Datong, they encountered several defeated Japanese troops, and finally had to choose to flee westward.

When this force joined the encirclement and suppression, the Datong garrison of the 78th Army, which was originally stretched to the limit, suddenly became much more manpower-rich.

Although the combat effectiveness of these Shanxi-Suiyuan troops was not as good as that of the 78th Army's direct troops, it was still possible to let them follow the tanks and armored vehicles to deal with the Japanese troops who had been bombed by artillery and had no power to resist.

As a result, the troops directly under the 78th Army, which were exhausted from their haste to travel, got a chance to catch their breath and rest.

In the following battles, the 78th Army's direct troops cooperated with the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army to continuously encircle and suppress the small Japanese groups that were divided and surrounded one by one.

It's not that the Japanese didn't attempt to break out. In fact, quite a few stragglers managed to escape pursuit and hid in the mountains.

Most of the Japanese troops could only be eaten away and eliminated step by step under the surveillance and bombing of the air force.

After several days of fierce fighting, the two Japanese divisions that attacked Datong were basically wiped out.

The remaining Japanese troops were also surrounded and suppressed by the Eighth Route Army, which came to reinforce them, and the local security forces and armed police forces in the Guancenshan area along the way.

Fujiwara and others finally fled to an unnamed hill in Shuozhou. At this time, there were less than 70 Japanese soldiers left with him, including more than a dozen senior officers.

When Lieutenant General Fujiwara was standing in a hidden forest on the mountainside, he looked at the armed police forces at the foot of the mountain, as well as some ordinary people holding dung forks and hoes, who were tightly surrounding the hill where they were hiding. It seemed that they were going to find these Japanese without leaving any forest behind.

At this moment, Fujiwara hated himself so much that he did not die on the battlefield, but cowardly chose to escape. Now, a lieutenant general and division commander of the great empire was going to die at the hands of those Chinese people holding dung forks and hoes. It was so ironic and sad.

Fujiwara stood there staring blankly at the picturesque scenery in front of him, his heart filled with longing and unwillingness. How they wished that this rich land could become part of the Japanese Empire, so that they would no longer face endless natural disasters such as volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and tsunamis.

This land is so beautiful, why can't it become a home for the people of the Great Japanese Empire to live and multiply? Fujiwara didn't understand why God gave such a good place to the ignorant Chinese people instead of their smart and hardworking Japanese people?

A piece of white cloth was spread on a piece of grass in the woods. Fujiwara was kneeling on the white cloth at this moment. His upper body was naked, and the muscle lines on his body had not shrunk or deformed due to his increasing age.

For a man in his fifties, it is very good to still maintain such a good figure. However, all the Japanese soldiers surrounding him were in no mood to admire the division commander's figure at the moment.

They were all a little dazed, watching the division commander pick up a bowl of mountain spring water on a white cloth and gently rinse a short-handled samurai sword.

Then he wiped it gently with a white cloth. At this moment, Fujiwara's heart was calm. In fact, there is nothing more sad than a dead heart.

"Gentlemen! I'm going to the Yasukuni Shrine first! The failure of this battle is all caused by me, and you are just being dragged down by me!"

"The empire is now on the decline. I can cowardly choose to commit seppuku to evade responsibility, but the Empire of Japan still needs someone to save it!"

"I hope that after my death, you will lay down your weapons. I know this is a great humiliation for you, but now that you are all dead, where is the future of the empire?"

"The Empire lost this war! Even though the military leaders and the empire's wealthy politicians are still promoting how powerful the Empire is every day."

"How many enemies were destroyed in the Chinese battlefield and the Pacific battlefield? As direct witnesses of the war, we all know what the situation was like in China, not to mention the US troops in the Pacific!"

"We can no longer defeat the Chinese people today. Defeat is not terrible. What is terrible is that no one is willing to face it!"

"So I hope you won't be as cowardly as me! I hope you can live strong! The Empire can't send all the people of a generation to the battlefield!"

"So even if we win the war, what do we have left? Please, gentlemen!"

Having said that, Fujiwara bowed once more, and then in front of everyone, he stabbed the short-handled samurai sword that he was holding upside down into his abdomen. The sudden pain made Fujiwara's forehead covered with sweat.

He continued to twist the handle of the knife, making a cross-shaped incision on his abdomen.

"Tianhuang board! Board!"

The chief of staff standing behind Fujiwara pointed the Nambu pistol in his hand directly at the back of Fujiwara's head.

With a "bang", a bullet entered Fujiwara's back of the head and quickly disrupted the entire intracranial tissue!

"Bang bang bang" there were several consecutive gunshots, and several officers above the rank of lieutenant colonel chose to end their sinful lives.