Xie Jinyuan went back to the second floor of the east building to sleep.
Yan Yan believes that Xie Jinyuan should be able to sleep peacefully this time.
But Yan Yan himself couldn't sleep, because the chat with Xie Jinyuan just brought up something on his mind, that is, the Japanese Tenth Army was about to land at Jinshanwei.
It is now the early morning of November 3rd.
If I remember correctly, the Japanese will land in two days.
Chairman Standing's operation was arrogant, but this alone was not enough to cause the Chinese army to suffer such a tragic defeat on the Songhu battlefield, because the Shanghai dispatched troops on the opposite side had been fighting fiercely with the Chinese army on the Songhu battlefield for three months, and they had also been fighting for three months. They were exhausted, so even if the national army retreated hastily, the Shanghai dispatched troops were unable to launch a large-scale pursuit.
But Yanagawa Heisuke's Tenth Army is different. This is a new force.
In fact, the great defeat of the national army did begin after the Tenth Army captured Songjiang.
There are only two days left before the Japanese land on Jinshan Guard. Should I do something?
The fall of Jinshan Guard is certainly inevitable, as is the complete defeat of the national army on the Songhu battlefield. Even the abandonment of the three defense lines is probably inevitable.
This is the general trend, and individual power cannot change the general trend.
From the moment the Chairman of the Standing Committee pinned his hopes for armistice and peace talks on the intervention of Western powers, the outcome of the complete defeat of the national army and the disappearance of the three defense lines was already doomed, and no one could change it.
Yan Yan never thought about using his own power to reverse the final outcome of the Songhu Battle.
But if the main force of the national army on the Songhu battlefield could be prepared two days earlier, at least 100,000 deaths could be reduced.
It is absurd to say that the national army fought fiercely with the Japanese on the Songhu battlefield for three months, and the cumulative number of casualties was 200,000. However, after the Japanese landed at Jinshan Guard, the national army trampled to death 100,000 people!
Most of these 100,000 people were wounded soldiers of the national army. They did not fall under the enemy's gunfire, but fell at the feet of Pao Ze and the Japanese during the retreat. This is really a great irony.
Of course, this is not a satire on the soldiers of the national army.
It is a satire on the top brass of the national army, especially the headquarters.
These 100,000 people are all elite veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles.
If these 100,000 people had not died, how many Japanese could they have killed on the battlefield after their injuries were over?
However, because of the naivety of the high command and the indecisiveness of the top brass of the national army, these 100,000 veterans who could have shown their talents on the battlefield were directly ruined!
Yan Yan further thought, if these 100,000 injured people could be transferred to the two concessions, would there be an opportunity for them to join the Songhu Independent Regiment in the future? In this case, the Songhu Independent Regiment would not have to worry about recruiting enough veterans.
It is impossible to send all 100,000 injured people to the concession, even if only 20,000 to 30,000 are sent!
In a grim scenario, the National Army veterans recuperating in hospitals in the public concession and the French Concession would become the main source of soldiers for the Songhu Independent Regiment. However, in fact, he was not sure how many veterans there were in the concession because he did not I haven't seen exact numbers in any historical documents.
There may be tens of thousands of veterans staying in the concession to recuperate, or there may only be a few thousand left.
Because the injuries of the wounded vary from minor to severe, they must return to the army after recovering from their injuries.
Moreover, the battlefields of the left-wing cluster and the right-wing cluster are far away from the concession, so the wounded will probably not be sent to the concession.
So Yan is not sure. How many wounded people are still recovering in the hospitals in the two concessions at this time?
However, there were really 100,000 wounded soldiers of the national army who were trampled to death or died tragically at the gunpoint of the Japanese during the rout. This number is absolutely well-documented.
Thinking of this, Yan Jun couldn't sit still anymore.
He had to do something, not for anything else but to save the wounded!
However, it is obviously impossible to achieve this by Yan Yan's own strength alone, so external forces must be used.
Now the only external force that Yan Yan can borrow is Sophia. This foreign girl should have some background. The key is that she still has something to ask for. As long as she wants something, it will be easy to handle.
At that moment, Yan Yan entered the east building through the small door on the middle wall.
The first-floor hall of the east building was divided into two halves. The second half became Wu Jie's literacy class classroom, and the first half became Zhu Shengzhong's recruit training ground.
Zhu Shengzhong is training his platoon of recruits.
Compared with yesterday, there are many new faces in the recruit platoon.
"Lao Zhu, how many of the students who came here tonight are left?"
"Seventeen." Zhu Shengzhong said with a smile, "I sent the rest back."
"Not bad, more than I expected." Yan Yan was somewhat surprised by this.
Zhu Shengzhong chuckled and asked again: "Old Yan, can you bring back a few more alive?"
"No." Yan Yan refused directly, "There are no Japanese secret sentries within a hundred meters of Sihang Warehouse."
It is not impossible to run a hundred meters away to capture the Japanese alive, but the risk will increase exponentially.
If something went wrong in the middle and the Japanese fired two flares into the sky, even the most capable people would have to send it.
Yan Yan knew very well that he was not Long Aotian, nor was he the captain of China, so he would never do such a stupid thing.
"What? There are no Japanese sentries within a hundred meters?" Zhu Shengzhong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed, "Then this is a good opportunity, we can't miss it."
"Opportunity? Opportunity is nothing." Yan Yan refused.
Although there are no hidden Japanese sentries within a hundred meters, there are still Japanese sentries a hundred meters away.
Moreover, after nightfall, the Japanese secretly built fortifications a hundred meters away, obviously to prevent the national army from raiding. If they came to the door at this time, wouldn't they just give away their lives?
"Lao Zhu, didn't you just meet a Chinese translator?"
"Yes, his name is Zheng Xiafei. He seems to be on duty at the bunker outside the cigarette shop."
"Really? That's a coincidence. Go and call him over, right away." Yan Yan said.
Zhu Shengzhong didn't ask Yan Yan what he wanted from Zheng Xiafei, and promised to call someone immediately.
The Songhu Independent Regiment was now at its most infamous, so the British company commander who stayed at Bunker F at the north end of the New Junk Bridge did not question them too much and simply let Zheng Xia fly across the blockade.
Zheng Xiafei was quite excited, thinking that he had another important mission.
The result was grim, but he was just asked to be a messenger and make a phone call for him.
Sihang Warehouse had a phone call before, but it was a pity that Xie Jinyuan smashed the phone before retreating.
"There must be a phone number in Bunker F. Please help me call the Chinachem Hotel and ask Miss Sophia, the war correspondent of AFP stationed in Shanghai, to come here immediately and tell her that I have important military information to disclose to her."
Zheng Xiafei nodded and asked: "Sir, what is your name?"
"This is the chief of staff of our Songhu Independent Regiment." Zhu Shengzhong said angrily.
Zheng Xiafei's expression suddenly became serious. Good guy, it turns out that this is the Living King of Hell.
Yan Yan waved his hand and said, "Just call me, Sophia will definitely know who I am."
Zheng Xiafei did not dare to ask any more questions. He immediately returned to Bunker F, explained a few words to the British company commander, then picked up the phone and made a call to the Chinachem Hotel.
…
The luxurious nightlife at Chinachem Hotel has just begun.
However, the military attachés, military observers and war reporters were not very interested.
Mainly because there was no fighting in Sihang Warehouse for two days in a row, which made them drink the northwest wind on the rooftop of the Bank of China Building for two whole days, which was really hurtful.
"Are you still going tomorrow? I'm not going."
"I'm not going either. It's in vain if I go anyway."
"I'd better go, there might be a big battle tomorrow."
Reeves' eyes fell on Sophia on the dance floor.
I saw Sophia wearing a royal blue evening dress, like a delicate blue enchantress blooming on the dance floor, tickling Reeves and the men around her.
"How much is the reward?" someone asked.
Someone immediately replied: "It's already two thousand pounds."
"Two thousand pounds?" muttered Reeves.
Lotov, who was next to him, immediately mocked: "Reeves, don't even think about it. I think the living hell king of the Songhu Independent Group has a better chance of getting this hefty bonus than you."
"Nonsense." Reeves said angrily, "Is that yellow-skinned monkey worthy?"
Lotov smiled and said: "Then I must remind you that Sophia seems to have a good impression of the Living King of Hell."
While she was talking, Sophia had finished dancing and was about to return to Reeves's booth. However, she was stopped by a waiter on the way, and then left the ballroom directly.
ps: In the new book issue, please beg for recommendation votes, monthly tickets, and follow-up readings. In addition, I would like to recommend the new book "I Conquer the Immortals with My Strength" by the old author Duanqiao Canxue. Readers who like fairy tales should not miss it.
