Hearing the greeting, the young man named Chen Tang strode over.
I saw that he was a little over 1.7 meters tall and a little thin, but he was very energetic. His deep eyes were cold and the ferocious scars were even more sharp.
"Boy, how many years have you been in the army? How many little devils have you killed?"
Monk Zhou looked up and down and nodded with satisfaction. He was considered a veteran in the army, and he could feel that Chen Tang's temperament was definitely not something that a raw melon egg that had never seen blood could possess.
"Eight years have passed. When we were in Nanjing, our tank crew killed 33 people, and also killed a Japanese bean tank. Unfortunately...the infantry..."
Chen Tang seemed to be deep in thought as he spoke. In the final battle, the convoy was forced to follow the large troops to withdraw from Zhonghua Gate, but encountered the Japanese army on a street.
Although he and his comrades drove British Vick tanks to resist desperately, the enemy had an advantage in numbers, and the accompanying infantry company did not understand the coordination of infantry and tanks at all. As a result, the flanks of the tanks were completely exposed to enemy firepower, and they were eventually defeated by the Japs. The incendiary bomb ignited the car body, and the two comrades were instantly killed in the flames. He himself also suffered extensive burns.
After Chen Tang recovered from his injury, he moved to the rear. His uncle Feng San happened to be serving in Zhao Gongming's transportation group, so he simply took him with him to serve as a military truck driver.
Suffering a double blow to his body and mind, Chen Tang suffered from severe post-war stress syndrome. He could never forget the unforgettable pain. The scene 6 years ago was like a lingering nightmare, like a magic lantern. The movie reappeared in his mind repeatedly,
He thought he would spend his whole life in pain and suffering, but in this battle of Mangshi, he saw the 200th Division slaughtering the Japanese army. It was like catching the dead light in the dark night, letting the star that had already sunk sink. His heart broke through the ice again.
Once upon a time, I was like them, galloping on the battlefield and killing the enemy bravely. How could I hide in the back and live like a coward now?
Monk Zhou frowned and saw that the boy was stuck in memories and could not extricate himself. He immediately said: "Okay, let go of the past. From today on, you will be my soldier. Call me Brother Zhou and listen."
"Brother Zhou!" Chen Tang came back to his senses and responded quickly.
"Well, this is the deputy platoon leader Li Dagui. The skinny little guy is called Liang Su, and..." Monk Zhou nodded and introduced the companions next to him one by one.
The slender soldier Liang Su ran over with a smile and said hello: "Hey, just call me Xiao Suzi."
Chen Tang nodded politely. Although he didn't say much, the slowly clenching of his fists showed his inner unrest at the moment.
"Jangdouzi, you have to be careful when you get to the front line. It's not as good as being in the transportation group over there. You, alas..."
Feng San spoke earnestly and thoughtfully. He wanted to give a few more words of advice, but he swallowed the words as they reached his lips.
"Don't worry, uncle."
Looking at the extremely determined Chen Tang, Feng San was relieved and let him go. This is the fate of our soldiers.
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"You mean Siam has already sent troops?" Liao Mingyu was very surprised and asked the two people in front of him in shock.
"Well, Agui, it's up to you to do the talking."
"Yes, sir."
Agui nodded in agreement, then turned to look at Liao Mingyu, and said with a serious face: "Sir Liao, our National Salvation Army is currently hiding in Chiang Rai, Phayao and other places on the border between Siam and Myanmar. Originally, the Japanese army was due to the strength and terrain of the country. The reason is that we can’t do anything about it, but... there have been some problems recently."
"The Japanese army seems to have reached some consensus with Siam. The King of Siam sent two armies with about 50,000 troops to encircle and suppress us. The situation is very bad..."
When the house leaks and it rains all night, bad things will always happen one after another when you are unlucky, as is the case with the Nanyang Self-Relief Army.
First, Siam dispatched tens of thousands of people to cooperate with the Japanese army in a large-scale sweep against them, hoping to uproot them. With the guidance of these Siamese who knew the terrain well, the Japanese army quickly discovered their traces.
A war is inevitable, but the Self-Rescue Army, which is poorly trained and lacks supplies, is no match for the Japs. The only thing they can do is hide and seek with each other in the woods. But at this critical period, a traitor actually appears in the team.
Big trees are most afraid of rotting from within, but there are some people who can't stand the life of hiding in the woods every day like a bereaved dog. In order to survive, they resolutely betray their compatriots.
The traitors revealed the location of the main force of the Self-Rescue Army to the Japanese, which in turn attracted a large number of Japanese and Siamese Japanese.
They set up numerous encirclements, and countless soldiers died. The main force of the self-rescue army had no choice but to flee into the mountains to the north again, trying to enter Myanmar's Shan State to continue evading the enemy. However, the Japanese had already laid a dragnet there, just waiting for them to pocket it. Drill.
Faced with the situation of being blocked and pursued, the senior leaders of the Self-Rescue Army had no choice but to try to contact the Chinese Expeditionary Force to seek shelter, and Fang Jingyao was their last life-saving straw.
After Liao Mingyu heard the whole story, a look of solemnity appeared on his face. It seemed that the situation was more serious than imagined.
"How many people are there in the Self-Rescue Army now? Which Japanese army are they facing?"
"There are still more than 4,000 main members of the Self-Rescue Army, but there are still nearly five to six thousand people scattered in Siam and the mountains and forests north of Kuala Lumpur to fight guerrillas."
Agui did not dare to be careless and answered truthfully: "Currently the main force is trapped in the Kansala Mountain area in southern Shan State, and blocking them is the 53rd Division belonging to the 15th Army."
"Ha, it's the 15th Army again. If I remember correctly, both the 56th Division and the 18th Division belong to this army, right?" Liao Mingyu sneered.
"Yes, the 15th Army is mainly responsible for the defense of northern Myanmar. Including the 18th Division and the 56th Division, a total of 5 divisions have joined its battle sequence." Agui continued to add.
Liao Mingyu remained silent. He carefully thought about the pros and cons. Whether to help or not should be carefully considered.
The fighting power of that group, which was slightly stronger than that of the militia, really couldn't make much trouble in front of the wolf-like Japanese, let alone the tens of thousands of Siamese Japs following behind them.
And these Siamese people are not good people. They had been flirting with little Japan before the start of World War II, and they cooperated in various fields of military, commerce and trade. Even the Siamese Navy purchased all its ships from Japan. After the start of World War II, It even directly joined the Axis Powers and became an alliance of the Japanese.
Since the war between the United States and Japan in 1941, the Japanese army had to make a false crossing of Siam due to the necessity of fighting the British army. Although it did not obtain the consent of Siam, the 25th Army commanded by Yamashita Tombumi still landed in many places in southern Siam according to the established plan. Luang Phibun Songkhram, the actual controller of Siam at the time, immediately announced the cessation of resistance, agreed to the passage of the Japanese army, and also signed a Japan-Thailand Offensive and Defensive Alliance Treaty.
Siam has more or less Chinese blood, but these white-eyed wolves have long forgotten who their ancestors are, and instead help the Japanese beasts to intensify their persecution of their compatriots.
Luang Phibun's government also advocated extreme nationalism, claiming that the Thai people were driven from their homeland in western China by the Han people and should restore their old land. It even prohibits Malays and Chinese from running schools in their respective languages domestically. Internationally, it advocates that all "Thais" from Northeast India to Laos, from Shan State to the Zhuang people in Guangxi, unite to build a strong Thailand.
Compared to the Chinese in Southeast Asia, they are really shameless...
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