Chapter Eighty-Three
The smoke and flames of war in the suburbs of Shanghai covered the sky and the sun, and the piercing air defense sirens sounded from time to time, while the Xu Mansion was white-walled and red-walled, with green pines and greenery, and it looked like the years had not been disturbed by the war at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
When Xu Shaozhen and Kitajima Mu came back, the atmosphere in the mansion was very serious, and the housekeeper Uncle Wang greeted him and said that Mr. Okamura had lifted the chessboard on it.
He nodded, signaling that he understood, and then walked up to the second floor on his long legs.
"The 19th Army fought alone, but the Japanese army repeatedly sent troops to support, and the strength and equipment were obviously superior to the ****, but the Japanese commander Sanyi has not taken Shanghai until now, and the navy threatened to capture Shanghai in four hours before the war," he smiled very freely: "Okamura, does your face hurt?" ”
Xu Shaozhen opened the door and saw that the white and black were scattered all over the ground, he stepped on it carelessly, and poked Okamura's wound like a sharp knife.
Okamura's face was gloomy and dripping, and he suppressed his voice, as if he was roaring: "Young Master Xu, I hope you can understand that our interests are tightly tied together, and now, the Nanjing government is still seeking a compromise, and victory will eventually belong to our Great Japanese Empire." ”
Xu Shaozhen hooked the corners of his mouth on the left side, and a pair of narrow Danfeng eyes were full of indifference: "Then I will wish you success first." ”
He didn't see it that way, the government was looking for a compromise from the beginning, but didn't the 19th Army still disobey the order and rise up to resist?
He underestimated Qu Shizheng, who was originally expected to fight a four-hour battle, but survived for nearly two months in isolation, and many of them fought beautiful tough battles.
He doesn't really care who wins and who loses, as a businessman, all he pursues is profit.
Xu Shaozhen greeted Beidao Mu, who had just come in, and then went downstairs.
"You're going to trouble that woman again?" Okamura looked at Kitajima Mu, who was squatting on the ground and picking up chess pieces one by one, and suddenly spoke.
Beidao Mu sneered: "With Xu Sang here, what trouble can I look for?" It's just that I didn't expect that Nanjing had no clear reaction to this matter, and it was in vain for me to lay out my layout. ”
Okamura shook his head: "Not necessarily. What the General Staff Headquarters means is that the purpose of fighting this war can only be to divert international attention, and the war in Shanghai will soon be over. ”
Kitajima Mu glanced at Okamura and couldn't help frowning slightly. She already understood what Okamura meant, although her previous plan was not very successful and did not achieve the expected purpose of pulling Qu Shizheng into the water, but in the first battle of Shanghai, the intention of the staff headquarters was not in the land.
Therefore, whether this victory is won or not is not much different for the General Staff Headquarters.
Kitajima Mu put down all the chess pieces, looked at the gray sky outside, and shook the katana in his hand vigorously. But this battle is about the face and status of the navy.
She must persuade the general to increase troops in Shanghai again, in this battle, the navy can only win, not lose!
Ten days later.
"The 9th Division of the Japanese Army launched a frontal attack on our army's defensive ground!"
"The Japanese Third Fleet escorted the 11th Division into the mouth of the Yangtze River, and suddenly landed at the mouth of the Liuhe River, Yanglinkou and Qiyakou, and quickly outflanked the rear road of the defenders of the Fifth Army!"
"The right wing of Jiangwan is outflanked!"
“・・・・・・”
The report from the war room of the military headquarters kept ringing, and several generals couldn't sit still.
Now it is already a situation where the enemy is on the back of the enemy, and it is possible that the whole army will be annihilated if it continues to fight. The Nineteenth and Fifth Armies had already suffered heavy casualties and could no longer afford unnecessary attrition.
The Japanese army was frequently reinforced, the army could not continue, the two sides eliminated the other's strengths, and the rear front was in danger.
Qu Shizheng sat on the main seat, looked at the eyes that looked at him, and slowly and with difficulty said the word "retreat".
Up to now, everyone knows that retaining the existing strength is the best way, but no one is reconciled. Commander Cai pounded the table, sighed, and tears came down.
"Lao Tzu is bleeding hard here with his brothers, the central government has a negative attitude, and the Ministry of Military Affairs is still deducting military salaries, what kind of battle is this!"
Commander Dai of the Songhu garrison took off his hat and threw it on the table, and there was nothing more.
Qu Shizheng's words broke the silence of the war room: "We held Shanghai for three months, causing more than 10,000 Japanese casualties, defeating the strong with the weak, and playing the prestige of the Chinese army, this is our battle." ”
Zhang Zhizhong nodded and said, "We can eliminate the Japanese Invaders, this is not only the merit of our soldiers, but also the supreme glory of our country and nation. The 19th Route Army is an excellent army, and now there is no need to make senseless sacrifices, and the soldiers take obedience to orders as their duty, and the Fifth Army is also withdrawn! ”
The sky outside was already twilight, and the soft sunset was completely obscured by the gray flames of war, only the river was still faintly shimmering with some sparkling waves of the past.
"The defenders have retreated to the front line of Taicang in Jiading, which is the last line of defense predetermined."
"What can be done if you don't withdraw, the Japanese offensive is coming too fiercely, and the wounded in the past few days have been transported to the hospital almost in piles, alas!"
Listening to these intermittent discussions, Zhixian also knew that the situation ahead was not too good, she was in a daze, but the other end came over with a stretcher.
"Doctor, save our company commander!" The little warrior with the head had a dark face, and wiped a handful of tears as he roared.
Zhixian went over with the first-aid kit, but when he saw this person's face, there was a "buzz" in his mind.
"It's all my fault, when I retreated, I blew the trumpet in front of me, I didn't pay attention to the little devil coming down the slope, and the company commander took a shot for me, woo ... " The little soldier cried a handful of snot and tears: "Company commander, what can I do if you have something!" ”
"Shut up, it's not shameful enough!"
Although the tone of the person on the stretcher was a little weak, it was not difficult to hear the helplessness in it, and the joy of speaking to the beautiful female doctor in front of him: "When I see you, I know I can't die." ”
After Lu Zhonglin finished speaking, he fainted with relief.
Zhixian laughed at his usual lack of shape for a while, and quickly commanded two soldiers to carry him to the operating room of the war zone hospital.
Looking at Lu Zhonglin's armband, he knew that he was from the Fifth Army of the Central Army.
When he woke up, he ripped off the infusion tube and ran outside, if it wasn't for the tight hug of the little soldier before, he would have rushed out of the hospital gate.
When Zhixian came in, he saw the green tendons on his forehead roaring: "General Qu and Regiment Commander Xie haven't withdrawn, don't hold me back!" ”
Hearing this, Zhixian's body suddenly became cold, almost unable to stand, the news of the retreat was just heard in the morning, and the temporary hospital in the war zone was also moved, although the war has not stopped, she is thinking on the bright side.
But what I hear now is that he hasn't withdrawn yet...