Chapter 187: Zero tolerance for this kind of thing
"Alas, this battle is doomed. The Japanese invaded Songjiang and even Commander Wu (Keren) of the 67th Army was killed."
The confidential officer holding the telegram came out of the confidential room where the radio was installed. There was already a chaos of war outside. He turned to the confidential room and shouted,
"Burn the confidential documents, clean up the radio station, hurry up and prepare to evacuate."
In the dark night, the sound of gunfire and the explosion of cannons could be heard from time to time in the distance.
The road was full of soldiers retreating from the front line, and guns and ammunition were scattered all over the ground. As for the commander, he didn't know where he had gone, and even the confidential officers didn't know where he should go.
Not only that, there were people on the road trying to escape the flames of war. They were carrying burdens, driving carriages, and carrying some tattered furniture, and they were in a hurry not knowing where they could go.
The soldiers were like zombies, without an officer to lead them, and they were not in a team.
But when the confidential officer raised his head, he saw the flashlight of a flashlight on the riverside at the other end of the road, and harsh foreign words coming from a distance.
"It's for the men. If you don't have eggs, put down the ammunition, and the helmet can go away."
Without exception, no one who walked there dared to make a loud noise, which made the confidential officer frown. He also had a guard squad under him, and in addition there were several radio stations and radio soldiers.
Since their logistics unit chief ran away, he has no superiors and no orders. Although his radio is still on, there is chaos everywhere.
The Chinese army is retreating, or in other words, retreating, but there is no news about where it is retreating or how it is retreating.
After thinking for a while, he held the telegram in his hand and walked towards the people guarding the bridge.
Those people belonged to the German advisory group, and it was said that they were planning to set up some kind of paratrooper school. He didn't know what a paratrooper was, but he knew one thing, those people could now be his superiors.
Two cars were parked at the head of the pontoon bridge. The river under the bridge was only about fifty meters wide, and the water was shallow enough to be forded.
The road turned along the river here, but a pontoon bridge appeared out of thin air. The defeated soldiers and refugees subconsciously felt that they might be farther away from the Japanese army after crossing the bridge.
The river network area south of the Yangtze River is a natural obstacle for any rapid army.
The flashlight flashed at the head of the pontoon bridge, and two cars were parked on both sides of the bridge, with heavy machine guns mounted on them.
"Sir, that machine gun looks a little strange. It's not the Civilian 24."
There was a soldier with a broken arm. He had a thick beard. A little female soldier was wrapping the wound on his arm. It looked like the wound was several days old.
"You boy, you have very sharp eyes. That's the British Vickers heavy machine gun, but we have a better one. This thing is here for these defeated soldiers to see that there are real men on the Songhu battlefield.
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As he spoke, he shook the cigarette case in his hand, shook out one cigarette for the confidential officer, and then put the next cigarette in his mouth.
As he started taunting, someone from a group of people walking by without helmets cursed,
"Damn it, I'm going to kill one division in the front in a day, but you guys are in the back..."
Cursing in Shaanxi dialect, a group of soldiers dressed in tatters and with some aura raised their heads. Because of Guan Shijie's words, they all stared as if they wanted to fight.
However, those who didn't open their mouths were just holding the handles of the big swords on their shoulders and just staring, not a single one spoke.
Guan Shijie, a former bandit leader, is not afraid of being ruthless, but he actually likes the size of this Shaanxi soldiers. Qing Yi Shui is 1.7 meters tall, has a Chinese character face, and is in good health.
He let a confidential officer light a cigarette for him, regardless of whether the person lighting it for him was a captain. He spoke with a Northeastern accent with disdain.
"What's the comparison? I didn't even play in the mud in the Sixing Warehouse. Which of your troops dares to compete with me in terms of killing Japanese soldiers? In four days, I trapped almost 20,000 Japanese soldiers."
In a word, the group of people passing by on the road, consisting of one hundred and eighty soldiers, had to stop.
The leader, the big man who had just been arguing in Shaanxi dialect, jumped off the road, took a few steps to Guan Shijie, who was letting the little female soldier wrap his arms, and asked in surprise,
"Sihang Warehouse, you just blew up the building when you left, trapping the Japanese troops. Are you lying on the radio? Why did you bomb the building to trap so many people?"
Guan Shijie shook the cigarette case in his hand and handed him a cigarette.
"Look at your urinary properties. I didn't say that in detail on the radio. I wouldn't scare you if I said too much. We, Commander Zhang, were the last to leave the Sihang Warehouse, and he flew out."
Guan Shijie, who was smoking and talking and taking the spotlight, looked like his nostrils were pointing upward.
"As for our commander, he entered the concession yesterday and killed more than a thousand little Japs in one minute. In the end, he chopped up all the thirty or so ones who survived. I'll tell you what you can do in just one minute."
Upon hearing Guan Shijie's endless nonsense, the Shaanxi battalion commander stared and roared,
"Are you a thief? Who are you trying to coax? The little devil can still be contained."
However, he took the cigarette in his hand. When the captain and the confidential officer lit it for him, he looked at his face covered in dust, with streaks of black and white stained by gunpowder smoke, like a living ghost.
"Really, wherever you look, there's a devil."
Yamaoka Tetsujiro left Naganan Heimei in the concession, and he had to abide by his oath and be by Zhang Sixing's side at all times. At this moment, he was wearing Zhang Sixing's uniform shipped from overseas, and he looked quite majestic.
The only difference between him and the others is that he carries his ancestral sword on his back.
Zhang Sixing originally planned to change the equipment of his main combat forces, but the problem was that when they came out, there were too few vehicles and very little stuff to carry.
In the end, I brought five HMG42s and dozens of boxes of ammunition.
At first glance, they started chatting here, and took Hansen Raul to intercept the defeated troops there. Similar to the Sihang Warehouse mixed barracks, when they retreated down, there were soldiers from various units in the civilian ranks.
"As long as we are brave enough, the cowards can withdraw together with the people."
Although Hanson Raul kept shouting, the soldiers who had already lost their soldiers were still willing to hand over grenades, bullets, and helmets. At first, Zhang Sixing and the others asked for rifles, but in the end they checked as long as they were in good condition.
"Sir, sir, okay."
"This carriage and livestock are the life of my family."
"You have robbed our whole family, old and young. Sir, please be alright..."
Several carriages came on the road, all of which were two-horse carriages, with large groups of soldiers sitting on them. On the first carriage sat a bewildered officer.
"What a shame, I'm fighting against the Japanese in the front. If I want a few carriages from you, just cry..."
A voice with a Northeastern flavor came from far away. Guan Shijie, who had just been bragging so happily, frowned. He threw the pipe on the ground and smashed it out, then cursed,
"What a fool, you know how to bully the common people. Our commander said there is zero tolerance for this kind of thing..."