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"What the regiment leader said makes sense. The next battle should be when the Japanese troops penetrate the Yangshupu front line and attack the enemy together with the 88th Division, right?" Fang Ren asked, his face will be regarded as a pretty boy in future generations, right? A smile appeared on his handsome face. As long as the battle line was penetrated, it would be easy.
"It should be so. The division commander has handed Jun Zuo to the 292nd Brigade of the 98th Division under the command of our division and has gone into battle. In addition, the two brigades and four regiments of our division have taken turns to fight, and the enemy is already exhausted. If If the enemy's reinforcements can arrive a day or two late, we will definitely be able to completely annihilate the enemy!" Hu Jiaji's fists clenched slightly as he spoke.
Fang Ren nodded and said: "Indeed, what our army lacks now is time, otherwise the commander would not have high hopes for a newly appointed battalion commander, right?"
A hint of helplessness flashed across Hu Jiaji's thin face, and he sighed softly: "Yes, the war is urgent now. Although the number of Japanese remnants in Shanghai is not large, there are still a lot of tanks. Can these Once the bastard's shell is taken away, the progress of the war will be at least half as fast!"
"Then now we can only place our hopes on Zhang Yulin. I hope that I, a fellow countryman, will not disappoint everyone!" Fang Ren said with some worry. Although Zhang Tianhai is already a major battalion commander, it is better to be out and about. Years old, but he is only 24 years old after all, too young.
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The camera once again turned to the munitions office of the Ninth Group Army, two kilometers south of Nanxiang.
Forty liters of gasoline is really not much, and it can only be carried away with a few small oil drums - this scene does look a bit funny, three infantry companies were dispatched, just to carry such a small amount of gasoline back?
But there is nothing that can be done about it, after all, military orders are hard to disobey.
When Zhang Tianhai and his men were about to return to the city of Shanghai, a fast horse arrived at the gate of the Military Supplies Department and asked by name Zhang Tianhai, the commander of the first battalion of the 216th Regiment of the 36th Division who had just come here. .
Zhang Tianhai happened to pass by the division commander and heard what he said, so he asked, "I am Zhang Tianhai, commander of the first battalion of the 216th Regiment. What do you want from me?"
After hearing Zhang Tianhai's words, the ordering soldier turned around and stood at attention and saluted: "Hello, Battalion Commander Zhang, I am the ordering soldier of the Thirty-sixth Division. I am here to convey the military order under the command of the commander: The commander orders your unit. After completion, Return to the unit quickly after the mission.”
After hearing this, Zhang Tianhai frowned slightly. Logically speaking, since the task he performed was one that the division commander attached great importance to, why would someone be sent to supervise him now? Something must have happened.
"Okay, I understand. Brother, can you tell me what happened?" Zhang Tianhai gently patted the messenger's shoulder with his big hand.
The messenger looked embarrassed and said: "Sir, you...are you not making things difficult for me? This division has divisional discipline."
Hearing this, Zhang Tianhai signaled the officers and soldiers of the first battalion to stay where they were, then he pulled over the messenger from the division headquarters and said seriously: "Brother, just tell me directly. We will know about this as soon as possible after we go back. If you say it earlier or later, wouldn't it make the same difference?"
"But sir..." The messenger was still hesitant.
Seeing the cowering appearance of the messenger, Zhang Tianhai felt angry for a while. He glanced at the name written on the chest of the messenger and said, "Song Xiaofeng, right? I tell you, if you don't say anything now. After a while, when I returned, I went to the commander to complain, saying that I did not receive the military order from the commander."
This dark and thin young man, who is known as the "Poetic Immortal of the Republic of China" in the 21st century comedy circle, suddenly became anxious when he heard Zhang Tianhai's rogue words: "Sir... you... you are not..." Are you being a rogue?"
Well... that's right, the "Poetic Immortal of the Republic of China" is Comrade Song Xiaofeng who can compose a poem as soon as he opens his mouth. The format of his poem is - ah... this mountain is extraordinary...
It's just that the young man in front of me is much thinner and darker than the "Poetry Fairy of the Republic of China" of the 21st century. After all, in this era when most people don't have enough to eat, thinness has become a benchmark. .
This Song Xiaofeng is pretty good-looking, but his skin is a little darker, a wheat-colored skin. He is about 1.72 meters tall. Compared with a tall guy like Zhang Tianhai, the gap is immediately obvious.
You know, if this battalion commander is really such a scoundrel, he can just casually go to the teacher's seat and still not move his head? So it’s no wonder that Song Xiaofeng is not calm.
"If you don't tell me, aren't you cheating? Otherwise, I'll ask the brothers behind me if they saw you coming to me?" Zhang Tianhai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he didn't look like a good person. Smirk.
Seeing the "I'm not a good person" smile on Tianhai's face, Song Xiaofeng shuddered and said with an expression as if he was about to cry: "Okay, okay, sir, I will say it."
"Well, tell me, what's going on?" Zhang Tianhai straightened his face and said.
"It's Junzuo who is here, and he also brings news that according to reliable information from the Fuxing Society Secret Service, the Japanese reinforcements will arrive in Shanghai at noon tomorrow at the latest, which means that they may arrive in Shanghai as early as this afternoon or evening at the earliest. Can reach Shanghai! Therefore, Jun Zuo came this time not only to inspect, but also to supervise operations!" Now that Song Xiaofeng had decided to say it, he didn't hide it and shook it all out like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.
"So, is this the reason why Master sent you here?" Zhang Tianhai frowned slightly. This expected result seemed to be different from what he had experienced. He remembered that the Japanese army seemed to have arrived on the morning of the 23rd. Forced landing in the Jiangwan area, why is it so early now?
Did I remember it wrong? The uneasiness in Zhang Tianhai's heart became stronger and stronger.
"Yes, the master sent me here to urge the commander to complete the tasks he assigned as soon as possible." Song Xiaofeng nodded.
Zhang Tianhai nodded lightly and said, "Okay! Go back and tell the teacher that all the first battalion of the 216th Regiment, except the second company, have returned to the team and are ready to fight at any time!"
"Yes, sir." Song Xiaofeng responded, and then he lowered his voice and said: "Sir, what I just told you, can you not say it?"
Regarding Song Xiaofeng's request, Zhang Tianhai also expressed his understanding. When working in the division, one must have a sense of confidentiality. Otherwise, anyone can ask about it. Wouldn't all the internal secrets of the division be known to outsiders? This is tantamount to leaking secrets.
So Zhang Tianhai nodded and said generously: "Okay, no problem. In fact, this is normal information, you can tell us. If you shouldn't tell us, just don't tell us."
