The middle-aged man's voice was deafening, and he questioned everyone with his fists clenched.
At this moment, he would rather the news in the newspaper was false.
Several officers on the side wiped their sweat, feeling extremely stressed.
"President, this news should be true. Several war reporters who were not afraid of death risked their lives to take photos, and the contents published in the newspapers are basically the same." An officer beside him said.
With a buzzing sound, the middle-aged man felt his head tremble a little and sat back on the chair.
"This, how is this possible..."
At the beginning, he had deduced the battlefield situation on the front line of Shanhaiguan countless times. It was very difficult to resist, let alone force him to retreat.
He did not send troops due to unanimous opposition from many military regions, but now he is easily repelled. Isn't this a joke?
The Eighth Route Army easily repelled a battle that the national army did not dare to fight. How could it gain a foothold in the international community if word spread about this?
How can the long-time father of Eagle Sauce still support him?
"Old Liao, you immediately send someone to support me on the Shanhaiguan frontline battlefield. I want to know all the battle conditions on the frontline!"
"This time I want to see how much trouble that boy Lin Zhong can make when facing hundreds of thousands of Kwantung troops!"
"It's the president!"
...
In just half a day, newspapers were printed and distributed everywhere, attracting worldwide attention and causing an uproar.
Yan'an, Taiyuan, Shancheng, and even the storm of this war are spreading overseas.
In Sakura Kyushu, a group of senior officials held a cabinet meeting.
All the senior executives at the meeting were furious!
The Prime Minister slammed the table and became furious.
"Baga, our plan to move the army south this time must not fail."
"Our army has been defeated in the Pacific battlefield. The Chinese battlefield must not collapse. The Kwantung army goes south and sweeps across the north as our base of Sakura!"
"Members of Congress, do you have any objections?"
Most of the members at the conference table raised their hands in support of the Prime Minister's decision.
The Kwantung Army's move south is a big move in Sakura Island. As long as it goes out, the Chinese battlefield will surely usher in spring again!
But if they cannot get out, their nearly one million Kwantung Army will have to stay in the three northeastern provinces.
The three northeastern provinces, with brown bears in the north and hawks in the east, were punished everywhere, and the soldiers suffered from severe cold in winter.
What they are plotting is not just the three eastern provinces, but the entire China!
Just like back then, they plotted not only China, but also the entire Asia, and even attacked Pearl Harbor to plot the entire America!
The principle of biting off more than one can chew is vividly demonstrated in Xiaozhi.
...
Shanhaiguan frontline battlefield.
It was already evening, and the fatigue of traveling and traveling plus hours of fighting had already made the soldiers so tired that they collapsed in the trenches.
The soldiers didn't care. The two of them changed randomly, leaning against the trench and squinting.
The Japanese continued to watch in the city and did not dare to act rashly for the time being.
Originally, they could defeat these Eighth Route Army in one fell swoop with a maximum of 50,000 troops in the city, but now it seems impossible.
So they are frantically deploying troops into the pass, and 200,000 troops are rushing from Fengtian and other places.
Smoke curled up from cooking stoves, and a few hours later, soldiers from the cooking class of the New First Division carried dinner and began to deliver it in various trenches.
Lin Zhong ordered that the soldiers must be given the best food today.
The soldiers who had previously withdrawn to the rear divisions swallowed their saliva while looking at the food of the black cloud army on the front line.
"Mom, hey, buddy, am I hallucinating from hunger? Look at what they eat..."
"It seems like, white flour steamed buns, canned beef...and egg soup?"
A young soldier in the rear patted the shoulder of the friendly soldier beside him.
The little soldier on the side also smelled the fragrance, rubbed his eyes and looked at it, "Damn it, it's really real!"
"Damn it, no, why is there still millet and pumpkin porridge!"
"Look, there are eggs?"
...
My saliva couldn't help but flow out.
Is this a war?
After more than a hundred days of fighting, their daily food now is one steamed bun a day, which is distributed once a day and can be eaten at any time.
I wish I could have had a few more pickle sticks every day when I first came here...
"Aww, brother, our lives must be so damn miserable!"
The little warrior finally couldn't help crying.
Comparing people to each other makes people angry.
When they saw the dinner eaten by the black cloud army, they finally couldn't hold it any longer.
Just when everyone was in a low mood, a group of cooking class soldiers appeared carrying rice baskets.
The leader was Chen, the elder of the cooking camp in Heiyun Village, holding a spoon in one hand and a rice basket in the other.
"Hey, brothers! What are you doing standing around? Come over and eat!"
Seeing these soldiers in a daze, Old Chen sighed helplessly.
These people were beaten stupid. Why didn't they eat when it was time for dinner? They had to wait for them to come and deliver it in person.
The little soldier sitting on the ground was stunned when he saw the white-faced steamed buns handed over by Lao Chen.
"Comrade, is this... for me?"
Old Chen was so angry that he said, "Yeah, why are you standing there in a daze? Take it!"
"Hey, you comrades, why aren't you active in eating?"
The soldiers sitting on the ground felt warm and mixed feelings in their hearts.
It’s really...for myself!
"I can also eat white flour steamed buns." The little warrior murmured, and the corners of his eyes became moist.
They were beaten here for more than a hundred days, caught in the enemy's artillery fire, and they didn't know how they survived, let alone a bite of white flour steamed buns...
Not only were there steamed buns, Lao Chen also took the soldiers and gave them a canned food and an egg. As for the soup, there must be no more, as all the soldiers on the front line had finished sharing it.
The little soldiers were in a fairyland with the canned meat in their hands. They thought that white-flour steamed buns would be enough, but who knew there was even canned meat!
Take a bite!
Mom's taste!
Old Chen held a big spoon and laughed when he saw the soldiers eating so deliciously.
He is getting older, he will be sixty next year, and he can no longer lift a gun or carry a cannon. He just wants to prepare every hot meal for the soldiers.
At this moment, the little soldiers began to imagine how great it would be if they were soldiers of Heiyun Village...
...
In the evening, it was time for dinner.
A large round table was propped up in the center of the camp, and several division commanders, including Lin Zhong, sat down.
Lin Zhong was shocked. Now that we are fighting, is there such a sense of ceremony?
There was also a table. He never ate on the table almost every time he participated in a battle.
Suddenly, there was a trace of expectation. He wanted to know what good food would be needed to support such a big table?
You have to have abalone or something, right?
"Haha, these teachers are really elegant." Lin Zhong smiled lightly.
Several division commanders nodded awkwardly.
Immediately, a division commander stretched out his hand and said, "Here, serve the food!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several soldiers in the camp came in with a plate of steamed buns and a few pickles...
Lin Zhong was dumbfounded, Damn, that’s it? Are you giving me such a big table?
