Just when Guzhuang Qianlang was in distress, a staff officer came to report again: "Report, aerial reconnaissance has reported that a Chinese force consisting of dozens of tanks and hundreds of trucks is heading towards Enping.
This force is estimated to number four to five thousand people, and it is estimated that they will arrive in Enping at noon tomorrow."
Guzhuang Qianlang took a long breath and said with a wry smile: "Tanaka-kun, the Chinese are really going to attack Enping, but what can I do to stop him?"
Looking at the bitter look on Furuso Chiro, Major General Tanaka Jiuichi also shook his head helplessly. Once upon a time, the 21st Army with more than 100,000 troops was reduced to this situation. He could only watch the Chinese soldiers pressing down on the situation and was helpless.
, this kind of sadness is not something that ordinary people can experience.
After a long time, the voice of Guzhuang Qianlang came over faintly: "Tanaka-kun, do you have any way to organize the pace of the three hundred troops?"
Although he had no good solution, Tanaka Jiuichi still worked hard to fulfill his duties as a chief of staff. He thought for a while and then said: "Your Excellency, Commander, you can try to send a telegram directly to the base camp and even His Majesty the Emperor.
, truthfully state the situation here, and ask the base camp to send more troops here. And I think our current air power is simply useless. If we want to restore the decline, we must dispatch enough new aircraft here, otherwise we will not be able to communicate with China.
People can resist."
Guzhuang Qianlang nodded silently: "Yes, the air power of the 21st Army should be strengthened, otherwise the empire will really be in danger of losing Guangdong. Tanaka-kun, you immediately draft a telegram to inform us here
Report the situation to the base camp truthfully. In addition, I heard that the empire recently has a latest fighter jet that is about to be put into production? Immediately request the base camp to allocate no less than one brigade of new fighter jets to Guangdong to assist in the war. Otherwise, there will be no air supremacy in the country.
Under such circumstances, we cannot resist the advance of the China Three Hundred Army! In addition, you can send a report to the 18th and 38th Divisions, ordering them to arrive at Jiangmen no later than the day after tomorrow. Enping cannot be saved, but Jiangmen is
It is the last barrier in Guangzhou, so there must be no loss, do you understand?"
Major General Tanaka Jiuichi lowered his head sharply and said: "Hai!"
Then he asked: "But your Excellency, Commander, there is still a garrison of our brigade in Enping. Do we need to notify them to evacuate to Jiangmen now?"
"this……"
Guzhuang Qianlang was silent. Tanaka Jiuichi's meaning was very clear. At present, the Chinese troops were pressing on the border. It was undoubtedly a dream for a mere garrison to resist this Chinese army with chariots and artillery. The safest way now was to quickly order this brigade.
Withdraw to Jiangmen.
But there is also a face issue involved here. If Guzhuang Qianlang surrendered Enping to the 300 Army without firing a shot, it would be a big trouble if someone made a small report.
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Time passed by second by second, and the wall clock on the wall made a beeping sound. Furushuo Mikiro thought for a while, and then said with regret: "Tanaka-kun, the garrison brigade should not tell them the truth. Send a message."
Just seal the telegram and ask them to be more alert. Let them be loyal to the empire! Please!"
In this way, the fate of a brigade of nearly a thousand people was abandoned like garbage just to save face.
Tanaka Jiuichi was silent for a moment, then bowed and said: "Hai, I understand, I'm going to do it right away?" After saying that, Tanaka Jiuichi opened the door and walked out.
The Japanese troops stationed in Enping were composed of a brigade, and the brigade leader's name was Shigeto Kaga, so the name of this brigade was also called the Shigeto Brigade.
Since it is a garrison force, the soldiers of the Chongteng detachment are very complicated. Among them are reservists who have enlisted for the second time, businessmen who were originally traders, and practitioners from various walks of life.
The complex soldiers naturally determine their complex thoughts. Fortunately, most of them are still alive in the more than three months since they came to China. After several small-scale battles, the Chongteng Brigade followed the field troops.
We were going behind the scenes, and we had been doing the work of building the offensive. All we saw were some refugees and stragglers. Basically, there was no fighting, just like the logistics troops.
Even so, everyone in the Chongteng Brigade has decided one thing, that is, after the one-year service period is over, they will all go back to Japan. No one likes to be a soldier anymore, and no one will be loyal to any bullshit anymore.
The emperor!
Shigeto Kaga is a Lieutenant Colonel in his forties. Like all soldiers, he is also a reserve officer. Three months ago, he was just a watch shop owner, running a very good business.
.His wife named Meizhizi helps him with the business of the store. Together with a son and a daughter, he lives a pretty good life.
But one day, someone from the recruitment office broke into his home and told him that the Japanese army now needed experienced officers, and asked him to rush to the recruitment office to report within 24 hours, otherwise... there was no other way. After ten years of service,
Chongteng Kaga, who has been in the military for many years, is very aware of the consequences of refusing to perform military service, which is simply not something he, the owner of a watch shop, can refuse.
"Kaga, haven't you retired? And you have been a soldier for more than ten years. Why doesn't the military let you go?"
When Miezi asked him in tears, Chongteng Jiahe was speechless.
He said goodbye to his wife, kissed goodbye to his two children, and came to this strange country. It stands to reason that he, who has been a soldier for more than ten years, is not one of those teenage boys. He should be able to adjust his mentality well, but
These days, whenever Chongteng Jaga lies in bed and closes his eyes, he always hears Mieko's bright eyes and lovely children.
"Oh, damn the military, damn the war!" Chongteng Jiahe muttered.
Guangdong in April has begun to get hot, especially today, the weather is unbearably hot, and Chongteng Jiahe, who has been building fortifications for a day, is extremely irritable.
Dark clouds were rolling in the eastern sky, and tall clouds were rising on the north and south sides. The air around was damp, stuffy, and lifeless, with no wind at all. Even the trees seemed suffocated, longing for En to take a breath.
, a bunch of old man shrugged tiredly, almost throwing them onto the bare muddy ground.
"Buzz buzz..."
There was a low sound in the sky, and a small shadow flew across the sky and quickly disappeared in the southwest. Chongteng Jiahe murmured a curse: "Damn China plane, why are you flying like this?"
Even if it’s far away, even the Imperial planes won’t care about it.”
Chongteng Jiahe cursed in a low voice as he returned to his tent, intending to take a rest.
Since Chongteng is the largest officer in the entire brigade, he has the right to own a private tent, but that's all. A pit about three feet deep was dug around his tent, and a row of holes was arranged around his tent.
The low recess was supposed to be a drainage ditch. There was a single camp bed placed in the tent, and a blanket was thrown on the bed. There was a bamboo pole above the head, tied to two posts at both ends, and two ponchos connected to each other.
Together, we hung them on the bamboo pole, opened our lapels, and fastened them on both sides. Kneeling in the tent, we could barely avoid bumping our heads against the horizontal pole, but if we wanted to stand upright, even a child couldn't accommodate it.
From the outside, this tent is no more than two feet off the ground. The many small triangular tents in the camp are all arranged like this inside.
"The damn military department actually sent me to this hellish place to suffer. I wonder if I have served His Majesty the Emperor for more than ten years. Why are they recruiting me here when I am old?"
Zhongteng kept cursing in a low voice, and slowly got into the tent with his fat body. After some careful struggle, he finally lay down on the camp bed that could only accommodate two-thirds of his body.
“The bigger the wealth, the more difficult it becomes to be satisfied with life.”
He has always regarded this sentence as a famous saying in life, but not today. Today, Zhongteng just feels very irritable. He, a middle-aged man who is used to enjoying his wife's delicious meals and warm greetings, has been lonely for too long.
"Oh...Mieko, I really miss you."
Just as Zhongteng was lying on the bed and thinking non-stop, a voice rang outside the tent. Zhongteng recognized it. This was a communications officer in the brigade and the only one who could send and receive telegrams.
Lieutenant Ryota Takeda, the officer.
"Baga, Takeda-kun, can't you just let me wake up and come back?"
Chongteng Jiahe grunted dissatisfiedly and reluctantly dragged his fat body out of the small tent.
Seeing that they had been revacated, Lieutenant Ryota Takeda bowed and said, "I'm so sorry, Captain, I just came here after receiving a telegram from the headquarters."
"Nani? An order from the command?"
Chongteng kept talking. He was just a small garrison. How could he be qualified to accept direct orders from the headquarters? Didn't Takeda make a mistake?
Seeing Chong Teng's astonished expression, Takeda Ryota bowed as if he knew what he was thinking: "Your Excellency, I am not mistaken. This is indeed an order sent directly from the headquarters. Please take a look."
As he spoke, he handed over a telegram manuscript.
"Takeda, if you make a mistake, I will let you dig a toilet for a week." Chongteng muttered as he took the telegram and read it, but as he read, there was a mutter on his face. This was just a
It was an ordinary telegram, which only told them to be on guard to prevent attacks by the Chinese army.
It seemed like an extremely ordinary telegram, but Zhong Teng, who was always suspicious, smelled something different from it.
"Your Excellency Captain, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing the strange expression on Chongteng's face, Takeda couldn't help but asked curiously.
"No, there's something wrong here." Zhongteng's tongue licked his chapped lips, and finally turned around and said loudly: "There's something wrong with this telegram!"