The modern military flag system originated from Europe. Since combat units above the regiment need to be adjusted according to combat tasks, the regiment, as the largest permanent military unit, will be awarded the military flag. The Japanese also imitated the Western system, the Army Federation, which is the so-called regiment, will be awarded the military flag.

This is a unique treatment for the Japanese army, but it does not, which shows the special nature of the army. According to the tradition of the Japanese, the military flag is still in place, the military flag is lost and the troops are revoked. Of course, the military flag that is accidentally damaged can be applied for replacement, but as long as the main body's crown (there are sixteen-petal chrysanthemum logo on it), the flag surface and the tassel are still there, even if it is a little damaged, it does not need to be replaced.

And often the more damaged it is, the more it means that the corps has experienced more bloody battles, outstanding military achievements, and is the backbone of the army. The 13th Regiment is a veteran Japanese strongman. He has participated in the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 and Russo-Japanese War. The damage to the flag is already very serious. If you don’t pay attention, it will be a bunch of rags and there is nothing strange about it.

However, Wang Yizhe studied at Baoding Military Academy, and most of the instructors studied in Japan and were familiar with the traditions of the Japanese army. Therefore, Wang Yizhe had introduced them to the importance of military flags, and Wang Yizhe always kept it in mind.

At this time, when he saw what Ma Gang was in his hand, his eyes lit up. He ran over in three steps and grabbed the rag in his hand. He immediately found a flat and clean place and gradually spread the flag. There was a circle of purple tassels outside the broken military flag.

The half-broken black-painted flagpole was covered with a golden three-sided cone. You could vaguely see the imperial emblem of the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum. Seeing these, Wang Yizhe couldn't help laughing loudly: "It's the brigade flag, it's the real brigade flag, the thirteenth team is completely finished!"

Looking at Wang Yizhe who was crazy, Ma Gang didn't know what was going on. He asked in confusion: "Captain Wang, aren't you crazy? Isn't the 13th Regiment wiped out? What's the relationship with this flag?"

"It's different, it's very different." Wang Yizhe said with a smile: "If this military flag returns to the hands of the Japanese, or is destroyed and disappeared, the 13th Regiment may still be rebuilt, but with this military flag, this number will completely disappear from the Japanese army. I saw that there was also the emperor's imperial emblem on it. It represents the emperor's command in person. The military flag fell into our hands, and the attack on Japan's morale is simply unimaginable!"

Wang Yizhe said to himself, but Ma Gang and the people next to him were confused: "Battery Commander, I just can't understand. How did the Emperor use chrysanthemums as a sign? It's still a sixteen-petal one. Does he like this thing?"

"Don't say anything useless. Hurry up and save this corps flag, give it to the commander immediately, and then transfer it to the commander. Just wait for meritorious service to receive the award!"

When Ma Gang heard that the commander valued this thing, he also felt the importance. He pulled off a tattered military uniform from a Japanese corpse, wrapped the corps flag, tied it to his belt, and then ran to the command center.

If Kochi Anzhi wanted to let Ma Gang know that Ma Gang treated the sacred corps flag like this, he would be furious at that time. But at this time he was not far from madness. The Fengtian Army used the air force and artillery to vigorously pour firepower on the remaining troops of the 6th Division.

Moreover, because the Japanese warships were killed, a group of shallow water gunboats from the Feng army calmly came to the coast of Gaizhou and used naval guns to bombard the rear of the Japanese army. In particular, the railway line was a big target for them. The South Manchuria Railway was suddenly filled with bullet craters, and the materials in the rear could not be transported, and the wounded in front could not be transported.

Following this trend, the Fengtian Army could surround the Sixth Division at any time. Just as Kochi Anzhi was restless, a terrible news came to his ears. The 13th Regiment was broken, and the crucial corps flag was lost.

Now that Xiaochi Anzhi went crazy, just because he was defeated. Perhaps he could still go to the reserve service for his remaining life, but if the corps flag was lost, he might not be able to clear his sins even if he committed suicide by cesarean section. He would be nailed to the pillar of shame for his whole life and would never turn over.

"Concentrate all your strength and launch an attack on the Chinese army, be sure to find the wing flag."

...

"Commander, did you think this Japanese man took the wrong medicine? He didn't use such a care when he rescued the 13th Regiment. Now all the troops are wiped out, and they are fighting to the death. Isn't this a maid?" Zhang Henian asked in confusion while listening to the booming cannons.

Sun Anhu is older than him and has richer experience. After thinking about it for a while, he understood: "I think the reason why the Japanese are crazy is because of that deadly thing. Without the corps flag, I am afraid that the Japanese government will be in trouble. But this also gives us a chance. If we can grasp it, we can swallow all the 6th Division. The impact of annihilation of a division will be greater than killing a corps!"

When Zhang Henian heard this, he also gave a thumbs up: "Captain is smart, I'll make arrangements right away."

Ding Chao, the commander of the Sixth Division, also smiled and said, "Teacher Zhang, your contribution is great enough, so I will leave us a bite of soup!"

Just when the Fengtian army was adjusting its deployment, special personnel were already taking planes to send the 13th Regiment's corps flag to Fengtian. Before this, the Supreme Command had received a war report, including Jiang Baili and Yang Yuting. Everyone was confident in victory, but no one dared to think that they could seize the corps flag.

You should know that the Japanese army has special flag guards, and if the war is unfavorable, they must also strictly operate the rules, burn the military flag, and then bury the metal parts deep underground, so that they must not fall into the enemy's hands.

But God was willing to do anything, and a heavy artillery killed all the command center. The flag guards had no time to burn the military flag and killed the aviation bomb. As a result, the military flag fell into the hands of the Fengtian army. In fact, there was a similar situation during the Battle of Nomenkan, but the Soviets did not search carefully at that time, and the Japanese sent a squad to find the remaining parts of the military flag back.

But this time they were not so lucky. A real military flag fell into the hands of the Feng army, and it was the military flag of the ace regiment of the Ace Division, which made everyone excited. Zhu Qinglan even laughed: "I heard about how great the Japanese military flag was, but now it has been seized by us. This matter should be revealed!"

"Minister Zhu, is it enough to drink some wine? I think it is necessary for the people of the whole country to know that the halo of the Japanese army has been broken by us. From now on, the Chinese should put aside their inferiority and cowardice and stand on the world stage with their heads held high. We are no longer the sick men of East Asia who are bullied!" Shao Piaoping, who is in charge of propaganda, said loudly.

Yang Yuting nodded, "This method is good. This gang flag is indeed a good opportunity. We go to war with the Japanese not only for the three northeastern provinces, but for the entire China. If we want to truly win, it is also inseparable from the support of the people across the country. Especially in China, there are still many pro-Japanese factions and Japanese-phobic factions in China, and we must also give them a wake-up call!"

When Zhang Tinglan heard this, he nodded frequently. After all, the Fengtian Army was just a local prince, and the grass-headed kings of all sizes across the country. They had different thoughts. Many people were still secretly engaging in music with Japan and even provided various war supplies to Japan. The Fengtian Army could not reach that long.

However, if the publicity is well promoted, it can gather the morale of the whole people, and it will also be a blow to the local emperors, making them afraid to act recklessly.

"Minister Shao, I will leave the publicity to you. Be sure to take advantage of this opportunity to win the hearts of the people and boost morale."

"Don't worry, handsome, I promise to complete the task."

...

Shanghai in March and April is the most prosperous time of the year. The clouds of war in the three eastern provinces cannot affect it. The ten-mile foreign market is still full of singing and dancing. The wealthy businessmen in Jiangsu and Zhejiang are indulging in enjoyment while renting, and it seems that nothing is their business.

Lin Rong is a foreign trade businessman who has risen recently in Shanghai. His hometown is in Sichuan. He went to Japan to study in his early years and built a large group of military and political and political celebrities. After returning to China, he basically monopolized the trade routes for the export of local products in the southwest with his huge network of relationships, and the profits in them are simply uncountable.

He and his friend Zhang Jiayu from Bank of China attended a dance party and played until dawn. He had just come out. At this time, a butler ran over in panic and said breathlessly: "Young master, something is wrong. The gang of Libas in the port are causing trouble again and refuse to load the goods."

Lin Rong snorted in his nose: "Don't you just want to ask for more money? You have to hurry up and give them more. But don't think that someone Lin is easy to bully."

"Young master, the situation is not that simple. Those Liba said that these goods were shipped to Japan and would not do much money!"

"I've turned them back!" Lin Rong was furious: "Brother Zhang, you saw it too, and there was some trouble again. I'll solve it immediately. These mud legs are just lacking rules, so I need to teach you a good lesson."

While talking, a rickshaw came over there and walked down from above. A thin Westerner came down from above. Both Lin Rong and Zhang Jiayu knew him. This guy was named Allen, and he was the manager of HSBC. They also often dealt with him.

Lin Rong's business also depends on HSBC, so he has to take the initiative to say hello. However, this time, Allen was the first to smile and said, "Congratulations, you have won the beauty!"

"Mr. Allen, where did you start? We didn't engage in any trade war with others. Where did we get victory?"

"No, aren't you Chinese?" Allen smiled and said, "Your army defeated the Japanese and seized their military flags. This is a very amazing thing. Didn't the Japanese always claim that they are the masters of Asia, but now they have been defeated by the Chinese team. What qualifications do they have to engage in an arms race with the British Empire? What a bunch of short-sighted pigs!"

Alan mocked the Japanese without hesitation, but Lin Rong felt like something was stabbed in his heart, and an indescribable smell came out of his bones. Just in Alan's eyes just now, he read something that he had not seen for a long time, that is respect!

The next moment, Lin Rong suddenly ran towards the port and he couldn't listen to Zhang Jiayu's shouting behind him. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!