From noon to evening, a total of nine telegrams from the Military Commission were placed in front of Liu Lang and the school officials. Together with the previous one, they made up a perfect package.
"Look, we were still talking about twelve gold medals at that time. No, ten gold medals have already arrived, so they sent an imperial envoy to kill our heads." Liu Lang pointed to the rows on the table.
Open, each telegram is more harshly worded than the last.
"Then they must have imperial envoys to dare to come here." Chi Dakui curled his lips disdainfully.
"Brother Liu Lang, Jun Jian, for the great plan of national peace, I have put aside my desire to serve the country for the time being, and left my life to be useful in the future. It is better to withdraw the troops as soon as possible. Brother Huang Jie, I sincerely send you." Qi Guangyuan picked up the last letter and read it.
He said, and then sighed: "Hey, it seems that it's not General He who is in a hurry, but the one in Nanchang who is in a hurry!"
Qi Guangyuan certainly has his reasons for saying this. Only five of the nine telegrams were signed by General He Yingqin, the Northern Military Commissioner of Peking. The other four were from Song Zheyuan, commander of the 29th Army, and Liu Xiang, the new governor of Sichuan Province.
Zhang Zhizhong, the current commander of the Fourth Army, and Huang Jie, commander of the Second Division, Liu Lang's immediate superior.
Naturally, Admiral He wrote more harsh words in each of his letters. He almost said that if Liu Lang did not retreat, he would be punished for violating military orders. The other letters were from moderates, persuading Liu Lang to withdraw his troops in a tactful tone.
The four people who can send this telegram to Liu Lang are more or less related to Liu Lang, but these four lieutenant generals are not something He Yingqin can order at will, even if they are still Song Zheyuan and Huang Jie who are still under his command in the war zone.
Not to mention Zhang Zhizhong and Liu Xiang.
Except for the one with the brightest head, probably no one could get these four to send telegrams to Liu Lang at the same time.
"Hey, the Japanese invaders who are as anxious as ants on a hot pot may not have thought that their opponents would be more anxious than them. Don't you think it's ridiculous?" Liu Lang's face still showed a hint of loneliness.
This loneliness is not due to the high-ranking officials in the government. Their history has given them the most authentic proof of their virtues. What makes Liu Lang a little lonely is that he still has the urge to change history in his heart.
Especially after hearing that Chen Yunfa and the others had wiped out all the baggage of the Eighth Division, Liu Lang even had the idea to completely eliminate the Eighth Division within two days, then turn around and stab the Sixth Division in the back.
impulse.
As long as he can really inflict pain on the Japanese aggressors and the Kwantung Army braves the disapproval of the world and marches out in full force, the bald principal must send troops north to fight against the Japanese no matter how hard he wants to, because he cannot lose North China after losing the three northeastern provinces.
The decisive battle between the two countries will take place in advance. If China is not ready, how can the Japanese be ready? In a hurry, Japan only has 18 permanent divisions at this time, while China has nearly 2 million combat troops at this time. Although the so-called
The German mechanic doesn't have much equipment.
But Japan at this time is definitely easier to deal with than Japan five years later, when the sea, land and air are fully prepared. The so-called 200 German weapon masters that the bald head principal wanted to reorganize will only be reorganized to 60 in five years, and they are still there.
Most of it was lost in the huge meat grinder in Songhu in the future.
Even if it was worse, it would only advance the total war by five years. In the past, China used huge sacrifices to trap the Japanese invaders' main army of more than one million. In the past eight years, the number of elite veterans has become less and less, and their combat effectiveness has been reduced.
It's getting worse.
Liu Lang believes that a war between an unprepared China and an unprepared Japan will definitely have a much greater chance of victory than a war between a fully prepared Japan and a China that is not yet fully prepared.
However, this was just a dream after all. Facing the huge inertia of history, his efforts ultimately came to nothing.
"For the sake of General He and the four generals, I called back: In view of the stubborn persistence of the Eighth Division, our Great Wall Regiment will respect the military orders of the Northern Military Commission, wait for an opportunity to get rid of the enemy's entanglement, and return to the Great Wall Defense Area within four days. At the same time,
Our Great Wall Regiment has gone through several battles and suffered heavy losses in personnel and equipment. We hope that the headquarters will quickly send a capable army to assist us." Liu Lang waved his hands and said with determination.
"Hey, wasn't it just two days as promised before?" Chi Dakui was slightly startled.
Liu Lang couldn't help rolling his eyes and continued angrily: "According to the afternoon plan, each ministry will launch an attack on the Japanese invaders at eight o'clock in the evening. Let them not sleep tonight."
Everyone stood up quickly and agreed in unison: "Yes."
Until he walked out the door, Chi Dakui was still thinking about the difference between these two days and the fourth.
Qi Guangyuan laughed and put his arm around Chi Dakui's shoulders: "Brother Dakui, you may have never done business. Do you know what is the most important thing in doing business?"
"What?"
"Let's bargain!"
"Oh! I understand, sir, this brain is really good." Chi Dakui suddenly realized when Qi Guangyuan woke up at this moment.
Naturally, Shangfeng would not be satisfied with the four days mentioned in the telegram. If it were reduced to two days, Shangfeng would probably be very happy. But if it was said to be two days from the beginning, and you don't reduce it to one day, then it would be another failure to give the commander.
Save face.
The commander is so good at fighting, but he didn't expect that he would be so proficient in dealing with Shangfeng. No wonder some people say that the fat commander is a born soldier. This statement is really true!
Of course Chi Dakui didn't know that Liu Lang's young body was inhabited by a thirty-year-old soul, a soul that had been tempered on the edge of life and death for more than ten years, and had also been surrounded by official circles for several years.
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The few years he spent in the military factory, although he did not temper his will to fight, did temper Liu Lang's sharp personality. He changed from an iron-blooded soldier with sharp eyebrows to a soldier who knew how to hide his sharpness.
Such soldiers are actually more terrifying.
The Great Wall Regiment suddenly deviated from the normal situation of "pimping" each other in the past two days and usually only sent company-level troops to participate in the battle. All the mountain artillery, driven by tractors at a speed of nearly ten kilometers per hour, rushed forward ten miles under the cover of darkness.
, under the protection of an infantry battalion, frantically launched an artillery bombardment at the Eighth Division, which had just built a temporary field camp ten miles away and had not yet finished eating.
Tanibe, who had just taken two bites of porridge, almost took a spoonful of porridge and slapped his face.
Mountain artillery has now become the nightmare of the Major General Chief of Staff of the Eighth Division. As long as they "sing" crazily, it means that the Great Wall Regiment is going crazy.
"A new infantry group entered the position to block the attack, and the rest of the troops retreated ten miles." Terube Tanibe threw down his lunch box and gave the military order without hesitation, turned around, picked up his command knife, and began to retreat.
This was a strategy that he and Matsuda Kunisan had decided on long ago to cut off the strength of a strong man. How could he not pay the price for such a shameless entanglement with the Great Wall Regiment? Only when the Great Wall Regiment launched an all-out attack, a large group was left to fight to the death, and the rest
You can evacuate ten miles away.
If the Great Wall Regiment wants to pursue them again, it will depend on who can run faster. At this point, Tanibe Terube still has great confidence in the soldiers under his command.
Moreover, the retreat direction cannot go to Chengde, where all the baggage is stored. If the tiger of the Great Wall Regiment is lured somewhere, Tanibe Terube will not have time to cry.
As a result, the Eighth Division, which was attacked in turn by the three infantry battalions of the Great Wall Regiment and lost a temporary infantry brigade composed of various auxiliary arms and was forced to run all night, finally stopped and was less than a hundred miles away from Chengde.
The place.
Then, the Major General Chief of Staff of the Eighth Division was really about to cry.
Because what the other Japanese troops were waiting for was to finally be able to sit on the ground and rest, but what the temporary commander of the Eighth Division was waiting for was the bad news that Chengde City had been captured by "bandits".
Moreover, it is already a story from yesterday morning, and a full twenty-four hours have passed.