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Chapter 190: The Destruction of the North China Expeditionary Force 6

"Your Excellency, Commander of the Brigade! Tianjin is no longer safe. The warriors of the Empire have long lost the courage to fight! Please board the ship as soon as possible!"

A Japanese battalion captain kept persuading Brigade Commander Sakamoto. In fact, Sakamoto was very clear about their thoughts. If he did not get on the ship first, they would not dare to act easily.

After all, as the highest city defense commander of Tianjin, he must set an example.

At this time, there were less than 8,000 Japanese soldiers left in Tianjin, and the rest were the Imperial Army of the North China puppet government.

These days, the Imperial Army looked at them with fear and anxiety in their eyes.

Some Japanese civilians were even robbed by the Chinese in broad daylight, and many Japanese civilians' shops were robbed.

However, faced with such a chaotic situation, the Japanese army was no longer able to take care of these trivial matters.

Sakamoto was reluctant to board the ship, not because he wanted to live and die with Tianjin, but because he was worried that he would be bombed by Chinese fighter planes if he boarded the ship during the day.

He knew very well that once exposed to the sky, they would become targets of the enemy and the consequences would be disastrous.

Therefore, he could only choose to wait for the night to fall, hoping to sneak onto the ship under the cover of darkness and escape from the city that was about to fall, but who could guarantee that they could really escape successfully?

Now that night has fallen, there is no need to worry about threats from the sky if you board the ship.

Although there are certain risks in sailing at night, Sakamoto still prefers to board the ship and leave at night rather than being constantly bombed during the day.

He knew very well that even though sailing at night would bring some uncertainty, it was much better than facing gunfire and death at all times during the day.

Sakamoto turned around and faced Major Watanabe beside him, bowing slightly and solemnly to show his respect. "Watanabe-kun! I'll leave this to you!"

His voice revealed his trust and expectation for Watanabe, and then he turned around without hesitation and boarded a thousand-ton merchant ship.

This merchant ship may not be luxurious, but for Sakamoto, it is a ship of hope to escape from this war-torn land.

Watching the ship where the brigade commander was on disappear from his sight, Watanabe nodded to the middle-aged man in the puppet army uniform behind him.

Soon a small wooden box was brought to Watanabe. Watanabe walked forward and opened a corner of the box. He saw the golden reflection inside under the light of the dock.

"Yoshi! Zhang Sang is indeed a man who keeps his promises!" After saying that, he ordered the guards behind him to carry the box onto another boat.

Then he immediately followed with big strides, leaving only one sentence into the ears of the puppet army officer.

"Zhang-san! From now on, Tianjin is yours!"

Zhang Donghai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then turned around and shouted orders to the puppet army officers behind him.

"Everyone! Return to your units immediately! Contact the Nationalist troops outside the city! We declare an uprising on the battlefield! Tell the Nationalist troops outside the city! Tianjin is now in the hands of the Chinese."

When night fell, the Tianjin City Gate, which had been tightly closed, suddenly made a loud rumbling sound and slowly opened from the inside.

Immediately afterwards, huge tanks began to drive into the city. Their roar and the sound of their tracks intertwined, breaking the silence of the night.

In recent days, the people have hardly had a good night's rest. Now, the people living near the city gate hear the rumbling and noise coming from the streets near the city gate, and their hearts are filled with confusion and uneasiness.

However, this time what they heard was no longer the Japanese language that was chattering and incomprehensible to them, but the familiar and friendly Chinese language.

Although they did not fully understand some of the dialects, these people knew clearly that those speaking on the streets came from all over China and used the dialects of their hometowns.

They could vaguely understand the meaning of a few words said by some people. Some timid families closed their doors tightly, huddled together, and their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were afraid of some unknown danger.

However, more people were curious and leaning out to try to figure out what was going on. They saw teams of soldiers in military uniforms walking through the streets.

The city at night is brightly lit, illuminating the entire block as if it were bright during the day. On the streets, steel behemoths of chariots slowly pass by, their tracks rubbing against the bluestone road surface, making squeaking sounds that echo in the air.

In the crowd, a sharp-eyed young man noticed the details on the tank body. He saw a small flag displayed on the side of the tank. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar pattern - the flag of the Blue Sky and White Sun.

When he saw the flag, an inexplicable courage surged in his heart.

With a creaky sound, the young man opened the door of his house without hesitation and stood in front of the soldiers without fear.

The soldiers who were passing by his house were immediately attracted by this sudden situation. They were nervous and ready to raise their guns, but when they saw that the person standing behind the door was a teenager in tattered clothes, they immediately relaxed their vigilance.

One of the soldiers even smiled at the teenager, signaling friendliness and safety.

He took out a piece of compressed biscuit from his pocket and handed it to the young man who looked a little thin.

After the young man took the compressed biscuits, he seemed a little at a loss, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he was holding an invaluable treasure.

At this moment, the young man realized how reckless and dangerous his action of opening the door just now was, and a feeling of fear welled up in his heart.

But fortunately, the soldiers did not care. Instead, they looked at him with a smile and threw something at him.

The young man stared at the object that was thrown at him, secretly guessing its purpose.

He was sure that it was not a bomb because the soldier's smile was full of kindness, which made him feel a little warm.

"Are you the national army?" the young man asked in a trembling voice, his eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.

However, even he himself did not understand why he subconsciously asked such a question. Perhaps it was because deep in his heart, he had a special feeling for the Chinese army, or he had some expectations for their existence.

In fact, this sentence is very dangerous. If these soldiers are not from the National Army, then he is likely to anger the other side and bring himself unnecessary trouble.

Of course, this would not happen, because what was passing in front of him at this moment was the troops of the 78nd Armored Division of the th Army, and the motorized infantry division that followed them.

At this time, some people also opened their doors to see what was happening outside, but they heard women's screams from some houses. It seemed that they were expressing their indignation and concern about their men's reckless behavior.

"Which army are you from?" another citizen asked.