"I will stay in Songjiang!" Tang Dao said, facing the lieutenant general's surprised gaze.
"Stay here?" The lieutenant general frowned slightly.
"I want to see the methods of Yanagawa Heisuke, Tani Hisao, and Ushijima Mitsuru, the so-called famous generals of the empire."
"Sure enough, she knows you very well! She said you would never leave." After staring at Tang Dao for a while, Lieutenant General Wu laughed dumbly. "Okay, it's up to you!"
It's him (her) again. Tang Dao scratched his scalp but in the end he couldn't pinpoint the person he came to know in this world, although it was only those few candidates.
But soon, Tang Dao knew the answer.
The entire 67th Army repaired for an hour, and after a simple dinner of pancakes and cabbage soup, just as Lieutenant General Wu ordered, everyone from major generals to privates devoted themselves to building fortifications.
However, all the cavalry belonging to the 67th Army left the city, left Songjiang, and ran towards the fields outside the city. They should have been used as a reconnaissance unit to determine the time of arrival of the leading Japanese troops.
As for the Japanese landing situation at Jinshanwei, the telegram from the theater headquarters was notified to the 67th Army in the afternoon. The Jinshanwei tidal flat position had been completely lost at noon. Two artillery companies and a security force on the front line were fully engaged.
Although there is no news from Jinshanwei County, it is expected that the Japanese army that has successfully landed will not take too much time to conquer a county that is much smaller than Songjiang.
That means that as long as the leading troops of the Japanese army march overnight and tomorrow morning, they can reach Songjiang City, which is only fifty kilometers away from Jinshanwei in a straight line.
Although Jinshanwei belongs to a peripheral area and the road leading to Songjiang is narrow, the movement of the main Japanese troops and heavy equipment will definitely be much slower, but the time left for Songjiang, calculated from this moment, will not be more than 20 hours.
The tremendous pressure coming upon us may be one of the reasons why Lieutenant General Wu, as the commander-in-chief of the front line, spoke vigorously and concisely and concluded the military meeting.
Accompanying the two lieutenant generals in the headquarters, they ate a few bites of pancakes and drank a few mouthfuls of hot cabbage soup. Deputy Director Tang, who was already regarded as the 'personal' staff officer of these two bosses, accompanied them to inspect various 'construction sites'
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Many people in the Sixing Battalion carry with them engineer shovels captured from the Japanese infantry, but the Sichuan Army rarely has those things. Fortunately, although most people in Songjiang are engaged in business, the residents are industrious and have spare working tools at home. The civilian husbands and Sichuan Army who stayed behind ensured that
It’s still no problem to have one on hand.
But when the 30,000 troops of the 67th Army were involved, the digging, cutting and other tools were not enough. The sharp weapons such as bayonets were originally not as good as those in Japan because the domestic steel quality was not as good as those in Japan. The soldiers usually did not have time to take care of them, so they were willing to use them to dig soil.
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In desperation, the officers could only order people to enter locked houses and search for various iron tools, kitchen knives, iron rods, etc. After searching all the items, it was not enough. Then they used tiles, wooden boards, or even bare hands.
Although they had been dug loose with hoes or shovels before that, the officers and soldiers were not really good at digging the ground, but some young soldiers without tools were carrying the soil in their uniforms.
In the distance, his whole body looked like a clay monkey, and Tang Dao, whose mind had long been as hard as fine steel, couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.
These are the ancestors of the Chinese nation. They were poor and weak, but they still went to the battlefield without hesitation.
Their names should be on the monument to the Great Patriotic War.
The next moment, Tang Dao was suddenly startled.
A familiar figure came into his eyes.
He was also wearing a military uniform, but this time, he was not as heroic and elegant as the last time we met in the warehouse. Instead, he looked a little embarrassed, covered in mud, and even his fair face was covered with mud spots.
It was difficult for Tang Dao to believe that the female soldier not far away who was working hard to carry a sandbag with a soldier was the talented and beautiful reporter who stood in front of him a few days ago and was a little aloof.
But Tang Dao was certain that it was her and not the second person. There was no evidence, just a feeling.
But, why did Tantai Mingyue come to Songjiang?
A woman's intuition is very scary. She probably felt someone was staring at her. She raised her head slightly and saw Tang Dao's surprised gaze.
She pursed her lips and smiled, obviously recognizing Tang Dao, but she did not come over to say hello, but continued to move forward carrying sandbags with the soldiers waiting for her.
"Who is in charge here?" Lieutenant General Wu asked in a deep voice.
Not two minutes later, a shirtless bald soldier trotted over and nervously saluted several people: "Hello, sirs!"
He cast his eyes on the dark-faced Lieutenant General Wu and said cautiously, "Sir, did that bastard make you angry?"
"Well, Dong Laoliu, you are really brave." Lieutenant General Wu pointed at Tantai Mingyue with a cold face. "What's going on? I'm talking about the entire army, not the entire army."
Let the reporters from Tantai do the dirty work for you. What’s the matter, our 67th Army has no one left?”
The bald man suddenly had beads of sweat on his forehead, and he hurriedly explained with a sad face: "Military, how dare I let the Tantai reporter do such rough work! But she insisted on doing it, saying that I wouldn't let her work with the brothers.
Son, she wrote in the newspaper that the 67th Army was conservative and discriminated against women. She also said that if you have the ability, you should not eat. These cakes are made by the women of Songjiang. And she is competing for the work herself. What can I do?"
The two lieutenant generals looked at each other with a forced smile on their lips.
Although both of them are military commanders, they both came from martial arts halls and have a lot of ink in their stomachs. I know that this scholar may not be very good at martial arts, but his mouth and pen are very powerful, and with the accompanying
The person she was walking around interviewing was Lieutenant General Wu's personal guard. Even the colonel had to be polite when he saw her, let alone the little major in front of her who was 'threatened' by her.
"Yes! Yes! You are usually very sharp-tongued when I see you snatching tasks and supplies. Why do you become stupid when you meet a reporter from Tantai?" Lieutenant General Wu was actually just showing off, and he didn't bother to scold himself for being the number one subordinate.
A tough-as-nails major battalion commander.
"Go, find someone to replace the Tantai reporter, let her have a rest, and tell her by the way, I brought her the person, and the deal between me and her is completed."
"Yes!" The bald major saluted, turned around and left.
"Xiao An, your mission is over, come and guard me and Commander Guo." Lieutenant General Wu shouted at the soldiers in the distance who put down their sandbags, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.
What do you mean? Tang Dao was slightly stunned.
Lieutenant General Guo glanced at Tang Dao thoughtfully, with a mysterious smile on his face. Then he followed Lieutenant General Wu who continued to walk forward, and waved to Tang Dao who subconsciously raised his feet and was about to follow:
"Deputy Director Tang, I give you 40 minutes. I think it should be enough no matter what you do!"
"LSP!" Looking at Tantai Mingyue, who was arranging her hair and walking slowly towards him more than ten meters away, if Tang Dao could not understand the meaning of Comrade Lao Guo's mysterious smile before, he could really commit suicide by jumping into the trench.
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40 minutes? It’s enough for anything else. Can you not judge others by your own standards? Back then, it took more than half an hour to take a shower, okay?
Perhaps it was because LSP smiled too obscenely when he left. Tang Dao, who was originally calm and didn't think about anything else, looked at the woman who was already standing in front of him, with a little mud on her face but a bright smile, and her lips suddenly turned dry.
The heartbeat speeds up significantly.
Damn it, this meant that he was nervous, just like the first time he went to the assessment shooting range. Tang Dao couldn't remember how many years he hadn't felt this way.
"Lieutenant Tang, we meet again, and we are still on the battlefield. Isn't it surprising?" Tantai Mingyue said.
Her eyebrows are as curved as the moon in the sky.
At least that's what Tang Dao thought at that moment.
Although the moon in the sky is obviously a big sesame seed cake with a missing mouth.
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PS: The third update is here, and I recommend two books by my friends who are military writers. "The Anti-Japanese War Begins from My Commander," a fan-fiction about the anti-Japanese war written by my commander and my regiment, is a fourth-level writer, and his writing skills are still very sophisticated.
."The weak crown asks for the long tassel", a new book that has just been published. It is also a fourth-level writer with a background in writing anti-Japanese war literature. The writing is also very good.
