Taiyuan, Japanese First Army Headquarters.

Different from the lively situation in Yangcun, although it has been repaired and rebuilt, the entire Japanese military headquarters cannot hide its desolate scene.

There is a jar of ashes placed on the table in the commander's war room.

There is a two-inch black and white photo attached to the urn. It is none other than Yoshio Shinozuka.

Shun Tada, who was sitting behind the desk, stared blankly at the urn.

Tada Shun recalled the scene when he and Shinozuka Yoshio drank on the eve of the expedition.

The two men once complained that they would use war to invade and annex China, North Korea and other neighboring mainland countries to achieve totalitarianism.

Before he could realize his ambition, his long-time friend was already ahead of him.

He has applied to the base camp to be demoted to the commander of the First Army, vowing to wash away the shame and avenge Lieutenant General Shinozuka, Lieutenant General Mano, and the more than 20,000 Japanese soldiers who died in this battle.

Tada Shun knew very well that if he could not avenge his past humiliation, he could completely eliminate the Eighth Route Army in southeastern Shanxi.

So even if he returns to China, he will have no hope of being promoted to general, and he may still be relegated to the sidelines.

Although the Japanese army succeeded in occupying Zhongtiao Mountain, they lost 20,000 soldiers and hundreds of aircraft in this battle.

Even two lieutenant generals, Yoshio Shinozuka and Goro Mano, were shattered. The losses were extremely heavy.

After all, Shinozuka Yoshio still had a complete body, but Mano Goro was directly blown into a bloody mist, and not even a complete body part could be found.

The responsibility for the defeat naturally fell on his shoulders, Tada Shun.

"Report!" The voice of communications staff officer Tadao Matsui sounded outside the door.

Hearing the voice, Tada Shun came back to his senses, straightened his military appearance, and regained his stern expression.

Then he said: "Come in!"

"General!"

Tadao Matsui walked in and slapped his feet together.

He paused and said: "Urgent call from base camp!"

Jun Tada's expression changed: "Nian!"

"Hi!"

Tadao Matsui opened the folder and read: "Order, Lieutenant General Tada returns to Japan as soon as possible without delay. Long live His Majesty the Emperor, and long live the Empire of Japan!"

Tada Shun's expression quickly darkened when he heard this.

What was waiting was not an appointment, but an order to return to China.

It seems that the base camp has completely lost patience and confidence in itself.

Even his request to be demoted to commander of the First Army was not approved.

We can get a glimpse of something from this telegram, which is short and sharp.

Even if I return to Japan, what awaits me may not be a good ending.

"Has the candidate chosen the commander of the First Army?" Tada Shun raised his head and asked, "Which general is he?"

Since his application was rejected, the new commander of the First Army and the base camp have already decided on the candidate.

Matsui Tadao paused and replied: "It's Lieutenant General Iwamatsu Yoshio."

"Lieutenant General Iwamatsu?" Tada Shun narrowed his eyes slightly, "I understand."

"General, you don't have to be discouraged." Tadao Matsui thought for a while and said with relief, "Even if you return to Japan, you may not have no chance of making a comeback."

"Matsui-kun." Tada Shun said: "You are an excellent officer. I am old, and the world will be dominated by you young people from now on."

Tadao Matsui wants to say more.

Tada Jun didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he asked: "Matsui-kun, has the Xincheng Airport been repaired?"

"General!" Tadao Matsui said, "It has been repaired and the plane can take off and land!"

"Hey!" Tada Shundao, "Matsui-kun, help me transfer a special plane from Peiping and return to the base camp. I will return to Japan tomorrow carrying the ashes of Lieutenant General Shinozuka."

"Hi!" Matsui Tadao paused and walked quickly outside.

…

Eighth Route Army Headquarters, Communications Room.

Two high-power radio stations kept beeping.

One is the original radio station of the Eighth Route Army headquarters, and the other is brought by Lin E and others from YA.

Listening to the signal sound in the earphones, Lin E's expression changed, and then she listened carefully.

There are radio stations transmitting signals every moment. Finding useful signals from countless radio signals and deciphering them is the meaning of their existence as deciphering workers.

After listening for a while, he shook his head again, picked up the cold noodles next to him and started eating.

When she came to the Eighth Route Army headquarters, she discovered a distinctive signal that used a very high-level code. She suspected it was a radio signal from the Japanese army.

Lin E was eating noodles and thinking.

After a while, the second red light on the radio station flashed. Lin E didn't care about eating noodles, she quickly put down the bowl and hung the earphones on her head.

Got you!

She looked slightly happy.

Then he took the paper and pen and quickly sketched on the paper with the pen.

"Ashes, special plane L, flying from Taiyuan to Peiping on May 26th"

As the radio signal went silent, Lin E looked at the deciphered content and frowned slightly.

Decoded, but not completely decoded.

Since there was no code book and the enemy's level of confidentiality was very high, she only deduced it based on the signal from the enemy radio station.

Although it was not completely deciphered, Lin E realized that this was valuable information and immediately handed it over to her boss Mu Zhenfang.

After reading the telegram, Mu Zhenfang asked in confusion: "Lin E, what does this mean?"

"That's the literal meaning." Lin E said as she picked up the bowl and slurped the noodles, "The ashes flew from Taiyuan to Peiping."

"Aren't you just kidding?" Mu Zhenfang said helplessly, "How can ashes fly a plane?"

"Then I don't know." Lin E said, "The other radio station went silent after sending the telegram. It is also possible that they used a special plane to send the ashes to Peking."

Mu Zhenfang said: "You, can't you decipher them all? You can decipher half of them and guess the other half. Who can guess this?"

Lin E asked mischievously: "How about you come?"

"Then I can't do it." Mu Zhenfang shook his head, and then took the half-deciphered telegram to report to the chief of staff.

The communications room is very close to the headquarters conference room, just a few steps away.

When he arrived at the door, Mu Zhen conveniently shouted: "Report!"

The chief of staff's voice sounded from inside: "Come in!"

Mu Zhen conveniently walked in with the telegram. In addition to the chief of staff, the boss and other combat staff were discussing something in front of a map.

"Report to the chief!" Mu Zhenfang walked up to the boss and chief of staff, saluted and said, "This is the enemy telegram that our deciphering team Comrade Lin E just intercepted."

The boss and chief of staff turned to look at Mu Zhenfang.

All the combat staff also stopped discussing and looked at him with surprised expressions.

The deciphering team sent by YA intercepted the enemy's telegram after only two days of work?

There is something!

The chief of staff took the telegram from Mu Zhenfang, read it, and then handed it to the boss.

After reading it, the boss looked at each other and the chief of staff, turned the side of the telegram with the content towards him, and said to the staff: "You guys go out first."

"Yes!" Several combat staff members straightened their bodies, saluted, and then walked out.

After everyone left, the boss asked Mu Zhenfang: "Go and call Comrade Lin E."

"Yes!" Mu Zhenfang saluted and walked out.

The boss said: "It should be the ashes of Yoshio Shinozuka."

The chief of staff nodded and said with a smile: "Boss, have you noticed it too?"

The boss said: "Besides him, whose ashes will the Japanese military leaders send a special plane to transport?"

Chief of Staff: "Then... fuck him?"

"Fuck him!" the boss said domineeringly, "This old devil owes us Chinese a lot of blood debt. I will raise his ashes this time too!"

Two minutes later, Lin E was called to the chief of staff and boss.

"Hello, chief!" Lin E saluted the two chiefs heroically.

After returning the gift, the boss asked: "The contents of this telegram do not contain a specific departure time for the plane?"
To be continued...