Chapter 435 News from the Songhu Battlefield

Style: Historical Author: Lao ZheWords: 2775Update Time: 24/01/18 13:01:21
"Is this the result of their fight against the Japanese?" When Shang Zhen and the others appeared in front of the 691st Regiment, they heard the murmurs of doubt from the officers and soldiers of the 691st Regiment.

There were more than thirty tired soldiers. Qian Chuan'er, Qin Chuan, and Ma Tianfang didn't even change into their military uniforms. They were wearing civilian clothes.

This is because the three of them have been conducting reconnaissance in disguise over the past few days.

Although the Northeast Army's military uniforms are already very shabby, no matter how shabby they are, they are still military uniforms. What would the three of them look like wearing civilian clothes?

In this situation, it's like a character in a certain literary master's works. No matter how poor he is, he is a polite person who still has to wear a long shirt, and only those who do physical work wear an undershirt!

And isn't that true for soldiers?

It would be fine if Shang Zhen and the others had made their people's clothes into tatters, but their trophy, at least in the eyes of the 691st group members, was only one, and that was Er Jiazi carrying a grenade in his hand. And his deputy shooter was carrying a grenade box.

They went out and wandered around alone for several days, but in the end they only came back with a grenade. It was normal for the officers and soldiers of the 691st Regiment to question them, but it would be abnormal if they didn't question them!

"This instructor team seems to be just average." Another soldier muttered in a low voice.

The so-called whispering is of course deliberately lowering the voice.

Deliberately lowering his voice can be regarded as a sign of respect for Shang Zhen and his team of instructors.

However, what's going on when people have to let them hear their whispers?

"Don't explain to them, let's not break up with them." At this time, Mr. Wang told himself, the human beings.

Mr. Wang admires Shang Zhen more and more now.

The reason is naturally because Shang Zhen can keep his composure, which even the oldest veteran cannot match.

The people of Plum Blossom Town were harmed by the Japanese army. Although they wanted to take revenge, they simply couldn't do it in a short time. Shang Zhen was able to carry it and put it down, but he was impulsive!

It was precisely because Mr. Wang was alert to his violent temper that he told his people not to quarrel with the people of the 691st Regiment.

However, Mr. Wang forgot one thing, that is, Northeastern people are all straight-tempered. He is straight-tempered, and the people in the 691st Regiment are also straight-tempered.

In the army, the leader is the one who can fight.

At this time, soldiers from the 691st Regiment explained to Shang Zhen and his group, but their explanation almost made Mr. Wang and his group's noses crooked with anger.

The soldier said: "A good instructor is not necessarily a good soldier!"

The soldier from before said "hehe" and said, "Yes, what you said really makes sense!"

Um? What is this word? What does it mean to be a good instructor but not necessarily a good soldier? Isn't this just saying something sarcastic and burying us?

Wang Laomao and the others' expressions turned bad.

"us--"

"Shut your mouth!"

Hu Zhuzi was scolded by Shang Zhen just as he was about to open his mouth.

If Northeasterners are all straight-tempered, then those straight-tempered ones like Hu Zhuzi are a bit tigerish!

He wanted to say, why didn't we fight the Japanese? We fought a squadron of Japanese soldiers, and there were more than 30 of us. Why did we have to fight more than 100 Japanese soldiers even with death or injury?

We, both good and bad, had dozens of them, but they were all given to your regimental leader’s daughter-in-law!

Isn’t this result something to be proud of? Of course it is worth it. Who dares to say that the Chinese army killed and injured a hundred Japanese soldiers but had zero casualties? No, only one was killed?

What is this battle loss ratio? This is a battle loss ratio of 1:100!

But the problem is that Shang Zhen is not allowed to speak. If he is not allowed to speak, it means that there are so many military orders that he cannot speak.

Oops, you said this Tiger Pillar is aggrieved!

"Another offense. If the guns we seized were given to the regiment leader's wife, they would be given to the Eighth Route Army. Can you say that?" At this time, Qian Chuan'er said in a very low voice in Hu Zhuzi's ear.

"Oh." Hu Zhuzi fell silent.

You can't say this, not even to death!

Although it is said that Gao Huaide is the biological daughter-in-law of the regiment leader Lu Cao, it is really unspeakable that Gao Huaide smuggled guns and ammunition to the Eighth Route Army of the Communist Party of China!

People talk a lot, and if this gets out, it will definitely not work!

Hu Zhuzi figured this out after being reminded by Qian Chuan'er, and naturally others understood it too.

So amidst the whispers and cynicism of the officers and soldiers of the 691st Regiment, Shang Zhen and others stood at the door of the regiment headquarters with strong psychological quality.

"Captain Shang, the regiment commander lets you in!" The guards at the door had already seen Shang Zhen and the others coming, but they had already asked for permission in advance.

Of course, the house that could serve as a temporary regiment headquarters was a house belonging to a wealthy family, so Shang Zhen left everyone behind and walked across the courtyard into the house.

Shang Zhen entered the room and saw that Lu Cao and his three battalion commanders were there, and one of the battalion commanders still had a bandage on his head. He had obviously been injured in the battle.

Shang Zhen naturally understands this. When there is no war, the regiment commander seems to be a very high-ranking official. But if there is a war, sometimes the regiment commander has to go to the front line, let alone the battalion commander. .

Therefore, it is normal for the battalion commander to be injured and the company commander to die in such a cruel battle.

Shang Zhen saluted Lu Cao. Lu Cao pointed to the stool next to him and motioned for him to sit down. Then he said to the other person, "Go on."

Only then did Shang Zhen notice that there was a fifth person in the room. That person was also dressed in the Northeastern Army's uniform. He looked like an officer in his twenties, and there was no smell of gunpowder or war on him.

Shang Zhen knew that Lu Cao had something to do, and obviously didn't have time to talk to him, so he sat down and listened to what others had to say.

At this time, the young officer started talking again: "This is what I heard.

Commander Gu of the 626th Regiment of the 105th Division was killed in action, and more than half of the regiment suffered casualties.

The 109th Division blocked the Shanghai-Hangzhou Highway and fought the Japanese troops heading north for two days and two nights. Three of the four regiment commanders were killed, and most of the people below were also killed.

This will not replenish the troops of our Northeast Army. I think the 49th Army will not be able to do it in the future.

Therefore, second brother, I will join you. "

As soon as Shang Zhen heard what the officer said, he already thought that the officer who called Lu Cao his second brother actually came from the Songhu battlefield!

Shang Zhen was originally from the 337th Brigade of the 51st Army. He took his people to the 691st Regiment of the 53rd Army and temporarily became the instructor of the training group headed by Lu Cao.

But the Northeast Army has several armies. After the July 7th Incident, the Japanese army also started a full-scale war of aggression against China.

Shang Zhen followed the 691st Regiment to fight in Hebei, which was actually a continuation of the Battle of Pingjin.

The Battle of Pingjin refers to the defeat of the 29th Army of the Northwest Army, which was the 29th Army that used a broadsword to chop off the Japanese soldiers' heads.

But on August 13 this year, on the Songhu battlefield, China and Japan had already started fighting, and the 49th Army of the Northeast Army headed for the Songhu battlefield.

Shang Zhen naturally understood in his heart that now the entire Northeastern Army had left their hometown, and they were burdened with the reputation of non-resistance. Now that the war of resistance has begun in full force, how could they not use their own strength?

The Northeast Army's misfortune lies not only in the above two points. First, it leaves its homeland. Second, bear the infamy.

The most unlucky thing about the Northeastern Army is that the formation of an all-out war of resistance was the result of their "military remonstrance" by Marshal Zhang.

And the military remonstrance was resolved peacefully, which meant that the old man was still a superior old man, but the Northeast Army became directly under the old man!

So, what kind of situation will the Northeast Army be in?

Think about it, think about it again, think about it in the context of the Chinese workplace, and you will understand.

It's like a small employee cheating on the top leader at a democratic life meeting. The petty top leader naturally doesn't want to say anything openly in order to save his reputation as a polite and virtuous corporal.

But after the democratic life is over, the little staff will be damned if they don't have to wear shoes!

It is certain that the Northeastern Army will be unlucky, but the most unlucky person is undoubtedly the commander of the 49th Army.

At this point, Shang Zhen also heard Hao Zhenglong say during the Double Twelve Incident that the commander-in-chief of the Double Twelve Incident was the commander of the 49th Army of the Northeast Army!

Alas, as I said before, China is weak, but is it only its national strength that is weak? Are Chinese stupid? Look, there are no stupid people among those who are scheming.

But during this battle, Shang Zhen, who seemed calm on the surface, now had a feeling that was hard to explain.