What kind of operation is this? This guy doesn’t want dollars or supplies. He actually wants to sign a troop garrison agreement with the U.S. government, and has already considered the issue of garrisoning troops after the war. Is this something you, a small regiment leader, should consider?
Always shrewd and capable, he couldn't think of how to answer Gao Hongming's words. In the end, he could only helplessly spread his hands, "Well... General Gao, your request is beyond my scope of authority. I have no choice and no choice."
Right to answer your question."
"Then let those who have the right to answer." Gao Hongming said unceremoniously, "There is never a free lunch in this world. If you want us to bleed for you, you have to pay a corresponding price. This simple truth I believe
I don’t think you don’t understand?”
Unlike some Chinese people who lack self-confidence in this era and unconsciously look shorter when meeting foreign adults, when Gao Hongming grew up, China had developed into the world's second largest economy.
In the eyes of the young people of this era, there is only one country left in the world that is worthy of China's challenge, and that is the United States, which has dominated the world for a century. The Chinese people have long since restored the confidence and courage that a powerful nation should have.
It is precisely because of this that Gao Hongming appeared neither humble nor arrogant and full of confidence when facing Gao Si or Roosevelt's special envoy Professor Hawkins.
Seeing Gao Hongming being so rude, Gao Si felt angry and helpless.
I thought he was a dignified American ambassador to China, but he was always the guest of the other party wherever he went. Unexpectedly, he hit a wall with the leader of a small militia group.
Looking at Gao Si's somewhat uncertain expression, Gao Hongming reminded: "Mr. Ambassador, I think this matter is too important. Although you are the ambassador to China, you should not have this authority, so what you have to do now
It is to contact Washington as soon as possible and report my request to President Roosevelt, knowing that for every day you delay, hundreds of American soldiers will die on Guadalcanal."
"Damn it!"
He knew clearly that the guy in front of him was threatening him, but Gao Si had no choice but to ask for help from others. If he wanted others to sacrifice their lives for him, don't blame others for demanding high prices.
He stood up and said, "Okay, I'll send a telegram to Washington right away. Please give me one or two days."
"Of course." Gao Hongming nodded, "It's just that I hope you can come as soon as possible. You know that a war will start soon, and I will be very busy by then." When he said 'very busy', Gao Hongming also deliberately said
He emphasized his tone.
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August 28, 1942
Just two days ago, Yan Xishan, as the Commander-in-Chief of the World War II Zone, officially sent a message to the people across the country, announcing that the plan to regain Taiyuan had officially begun. At the same time as the message was sent, the temporary 42nd Division and 43rd Division under the Shanxi-Sui Army
division, three artillery battalions and the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army officially launched an attack on Jinzhong.
Outside Yuci Old City south of Yejin Middle City
Dazzling flares streaked across the night sky, the sound of artillery was deafening, and the air was filled with acrid smoke. In the rice fields plowed by gunfire, a muddy figure crawled forward cautiously.
This place is only more than 200 meters away from the road. From time to time, tanks and trucks pass by on the road, and occasionally there are voices.
Sergeant Masauki Koyama carefully crawled on his hands and knees toward the south, although this approach seemed tantamount to suicide in the eyes of others, because the south was the area controlled by the Chinese army.
He silently moved forward bravely. Stray bullets kept whizzing past his ears, but he turned a deaf ear. Finally, he climbed to a crater and rolled in. He held his breath vigilantly for a moment, and then shouted: "Jiro
...Oyama Jiro!"
There was no response. The moon was looming in the clouds. In the distance, the Chinese artillery was still roaring, and Koyama Masayuki was still looking for it unremittingly.
A soft moan suddenly came from the rice fields. This sound was immediately heard by Masayuki Koyama. He paused alertly, and then asked eagerly: "Jiro? Is that you?"
As he asked, he quickly crawled out of the crater and crawled towards the direction of the sound.
The sound was made by a young Japanese infantryman. His legs and abdomen were hit by machine gun bullets and he was already dying.
Sergeant Masauki Koyama couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This was not the person he was looking for, but he still suppressed his disappointment and said, "Okay, brave warrior of the empire, don't make any noise. I'm here to take you home."
Under the moonlight, the young soldier's face turned pale, "My injury is too serious, sir."
The severe pain and fear made the young soldier couldn't help crying. He originally thought that he was going to die alone in a foreign country, but when he suddenly saw a non-commissioned officer, it was inevitable that he would feel excited.
"Injured? It's not a big deal. Young warrior, you can return to the hospital in the rear soon. The doctor will quickly help you bandage the wound. You can take the ship back to the mainland in a few days. How about it?"
"Sir, can you really go home?" The young soldier's eyes showed a blazing light.
"Of course." Koyama Masayuki nodded, then took out the military water bottle from his waist, unscrewed the lid and handed it to his mouth, "Here... drink some water."
The young soldier who was seriously injured was thirsty for a long time. He drank a few big gulps. The warm water flowed into his intestines and stomach through his throat, making him feel much better.
At this time, he was even more grateful to Koyama Masayuki. At this time, he heard the sergeant next to him asking inadvertently: "Hey, are you from the second squadron? Do you have a private named Koyama Jiro in your squadron? He is now
Where?"
"Oyama Jiro, of course I know."
At this time, the young soldier who was already grateful to him replied without hesitation: "He and I are in the same team. Today we were assigned to the same position. It's just that we were separated by the Chinese just now. Koyama Jiro and a few people
It seems that he ran to the eastern position, and I don’t know what’s going on now?”
"Yoshi... thank you so much."
Koyama Masayuki thanked him softly, and then suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the soldier's neck. The young soldier tilted his head and died immediately. There was an incredible look in his eyes before he died.
"I'm really sorry. I really don't have the ability to take you back. The only thing I can do is bring your belongings to your family." A trace of pain flashed in Koyama Masayuki's eyes, and then he lowered himself and searched the soldier's body.
.
After a while, he searched the soldier's soldier ID card and personal belongings from the soldier's body. After taking everything away, Koyama Masayuki lay down on the ground again and crawled towards the east.