After calling Song Ziwen, Zhang Sixing's direction of action was immediately clear.
The Anti-Japanese War, as a Chinese man, was his duty, otherwise he would not have to go to Germany, become a child laborer, or join the German paratroopers.
Returning to China to participate in the Anti-Japanese War, he will inevitably become the target of all parties with his many names.
But he has no interest in politics, and he firmly believes that his business layout will make him one of the richest people in the world after World War II.
As for the future, people on the battlefield don't need to think too much, because maybe when a bullet flies, there will be no future at all. All things must wait until the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.
"You White Russians are no longer prisoners from now on. As the board of directors of the concession, I will rebuild the merchant group of all nations and you will all have better treatment than before. But your training is too poor and you need to retrain."
After listening to the KRC radio broadcast just now, the Belarusian drivers who were captured as prisoners hugged each other and cheered. As for Gordon, who was captured together and had been tied to the barrel of the tank, Zhang Sixing certainly would not stay.
With.
When you leave here, find a place to kill this thing.
Under the hazy night, the convoy slowly left Laotian and their base.
Looking at the headlights of the series of cars, Lao Tian sighed helplessly, feeling that he had not completed the tasks assigned by the organization and strived for.
However, he felt that he should find some young people to come. After all, if Zhang Sixing's military academy opened its courses as he said, it would probably be able to get very elite non-commissioned officers in the future.
"The non-commissioned officer is the mother of the army."
After recalling Zhang Sixing's words, Lao Tian shook his head, feeling that he really couldn't understand this guy. But one thing is for sure, he should be the kind of person who walks a tightrope.
That is, people who live in the gap between the two sides, that is, people who have no political pursuits and only pursue their own professional contributions.
"Old Tian..."
Watching Zhang Sixing and his men walk away, the little female soldier named Xu let out a clear and hearty cry. In the dark night in the countryside, there were no decent lights, and at this time, only black silhouettes could be seen walking towards them.
"You are reckless, you are not allowed to shout loudly in the dark, and you don't know how to enforce the rules."
"Yeah, those guys left. Did you see the equipment they brought back with their cars when they came back? If they were our soldiers..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You didn't see anything. How do you feel about Mr. Zhang?"
"What's the matter? He is too serious at a young age and looks like a bureaucrat. Moreover, he is wearing a foreign military uniform. He..."
"Well, I have a bad impression of him, so what would you think if you were sent to work next to him..."
"Old Tian, don't talk nonsense. He is a foreigner. How can I possibly work next to him?"
"Haha, while there is nothing else to do now, let's go study the drawings he left behind. I heard from Lao Lu that they used the homemade equipment to fight the Japanese in Sihang Warehouse. Those things were all thought up by Mr. Zhang.
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Lao Tian's laughter and the little girl's heartless and crisp conversation could be heard far away in the night.
Zhang Sixing and his troops galloped towards Nanjing and encountered government troops before dawn. News of their appearance was quickly conveyed to the Nanjing Military Officer Advisory Group.
Soon after the order was given,
"Your troops will go to Jurong Airport, meet up with the 17th Air Force Brigade there, and prepare for the nearby Parachute Military Academy..."
"Tell the officer advisory group and ask them to tell the chairman that I, Zhang Sixing, will either be the principal or forget it. If I don't want to be a daughter-in-law, I have to be a mother-in-law who can take care of the family."
After Zhang Sixing left the telegraph room, the confidential officer of the local garrison looked at Zhang Sixing's back.
"Oh, what a big statement. I want to be the principal, even if I don't want to be a major or vice principal."
"Sir, this telegram..."
"Take care of your hair, I'll go out and have a cigarette."
The confidential officer left the office and looked at the strangely dressed soldiers. Some of them were wearing miscellaneous military uniforms, but others were wearing military uniforms... Anyway, he had never seen them in the Chinese army.
Four Japanese tanks, plus a brigade of British trucks, I heard from the radio that they had snatched them from the concession.
"These guys are so brave to rob the concession. Are they not afraid of going to the Military Justice Department? Yes, they are directly under the advisory group. I'm afraid the Military Justice Department really can't control those guys."
Just as he was thinking about it, General Falkenhausen's adjutant in the headquarters of the Nanjing Officer Advisory Group came to the door of the general's office with a telegram clip.
"general"
"Come in"
Colonel Horst Barensbanger opened the door and saw General Falkenhausen standing in his office in front of the desk with a large battle map spread out.
Looking at the situation on the battle map marked with red and blue arrows criss-crossing the map, Colonel Horst Barensbanger shook his head. The situation on the front line was not good, and it was very bad.
"General, we received a report from the frontline army radio station, and it was from that guy. He wants to be a full-time principal, and he also said that he wants to be the housekeeper's mother-in-law. In addition, he also brought more than a hundred retired paratroopers from Germany.
A consultant position is required. In addition, there are other requirements..."
"other requirements?"
Falkenhausen received the draft of the telegram. The telegram could not have too many words, so the main idea was that he wanted to be the principal and fully control the military academy. More important matters were that he hoped that the advisory group would send someone to discuss them.
"This brat."
General Falkenhausen sighed, but with a slight smile on his lips,
"You have to run quickly and listen to his tone... I don't want a pure soldier like him to get into some trouble. Go ahead, thank you for your hard work."
"Yes, general, you can go now."
Clicking his heels, Colonel Horst Barensbanger kept asking immediately,
"Go ahead."
However, while leaving the headquarters of the Officers' Advisory Group, Colonel Horst Ballensbanger quickly responded with a telegram.
The radio wave leaped through the early morning sky and quickly reached where it was going.
The radio soldier in the confidential room shouted out,
"Sir, there's a call from Nanjing."
Dropping the cigarette butt in his hand, the confidential officer asked,
"How to say."
"The ministry is asked to wait where it is. The personnel sent by the advisory team have already set off and will arrive as soon as possible."
The confidential officer holding the telegram in his hand stamped his foot,
"Then there's no time. If this place is not secure, it will soon come into contact with the Japanese. If they have so many vehicles, they will be discovered by the Japanese and they won't be able to bomb them with planes."
Clutching the telegram tightly in his hand, the confidential officer hurried to the commander's residence.
Originally I just thought it was a matter of sending a telegram, but now this team has to stay in the defense area, which is not a good thing for any officer.
Because compared with reinforcements, supplies may be the real trouble.