"I thought you said that the Wehrmacht didn't want to fight street fighting, but that you wouldn't do it."

"Not really, how could you think that. The requirement of the Wehrmacht is to be able to engage in any kind of combat anytime, anywhere, whether in street or field combat. After all, during the Hundred Years' War, our ancestors often had to clean the city of Green Cultists. ”

"Hehe, I know I took it for granted."

"How are you now, would you like some water?" As a specialist, I sincerely advise you to retreat to the rear as soon as possible, and a psychiatrist may be able to help you eliminate the mental damage. ”

"No, no, Lieutenant Colonel Lee. I feel like I can hold on. ”

"Well, okay then. However, you still have to leave Xinjin, your condition is very bad, please be sure to accept my arrangement. ”

Lu Daopei barely raised his head, his face was terrifyingly pale. His lips trembled without a trace of blood, and he whispered, "No." Xinjin will soon face the main force of Jiannu, and I must stay to record such a hard war. ”

I thought about it, looked at the photographer sitting in front of me, and had to say, "Okay, after that, you follow me, don't go to the streets." ”

I was relieved to see that he finally nodded, and this photographer who overestimated his mental capacity had managed to make himself depressed by walking around the city after street fighting. "I'll find someone to take you to the cafeteria, there may be fruit there." I beckoned Fang Hai to come in, "Help Mr. Lu away, and then ask the orderly to come in and clean up here, Mr. Lu vomited again." ”

After getting rid of Lu Daopei's trouble, I walked out of a mansion I was in. This is the most decent house in the new golden city, and it may be the official residence before the rise of Jiannu. When the Korean vassal army attacked here, the slave chieftain Tong Jia Samushka was commanding Jiannu to resist desperately, repelling the attacks of the Koreans many times, and finally the defense was broken by a 6-pounder cannon with solid bullets, and Samushka was also shot and killed on the spot.

My political commissar, Zhang Fengyuan, was in the courtyard checking the identities of the prisoners and their bodies. He was transferred from Iron Mountain last month and previously served as the head of the Dongjiang Township Military Advisory Group. When he saw me come out, he smiled and pointed to the dead man on the ground and said, "Kill a big fish, Zhengbai Banner Meler Ezhen Samushka, one of the sixteen ministers of Houjin." ”

"Isn't there another captive?" I walked over and looked at Samushka who was beaten into a sieve on his chest, thinking that Lu Daopei had been made like this, and it was estimated that he had seen a lot of such slaves.

"Still interrogated later." Zhang Fengyuan waved towards the back of the house, "Now I only know that the person's name is Chen Tai, and he is inlaid with a yellow flag." ”

"The name is quite like that of the Han Chinese."

"What about North Korean casualties?"

"It's okay, Jiannu doesn't know how to fight street fights at all, they have no experience in street fights at all. The Koreans lost about 400 dead, wounded more than 1,000 people, and lost a third of their combat effectiveness. ”

I nodded and walked out of the yard. Zhang Fengyuan walked beside me, and the officers and soldiers of the 1st Regiment on the street saluted us. "This time, more than 1,000 Jiannu were killed, and about 100 were captured alive, of which more than 20 were seriously wounded. The Han people saved more than 500 people, but the Koreans still killed them to vent their anger. ”

"I can't help it." I said slowly, "This can't be avoided." I think it's good to pick one-fifth of North Koreans out of them to deal with it. ”

Zhang Fengyuan said with a smile: "Naturally, you can't deal with it all. What about those Jiannu? ”

"Niu Lu is really all singled out, and those who can be injured are treated, and it is useful to keep them in Taiwan. Those ordinary slaves, those who can't be saved are disposed of in front of Bao Yi, and the others are left... You should have experience. ”

"Of course," he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I've done it many times over there in Dongjiang Town. ”

Zhang Fengyuan quickly separated from me, he went to deal with the affairs of the coats, and I went to comfort the North Koreans who had been fighting all day. The Korean vassals who invaded Sinjin this time performed bravely, and under the command of the Ao-Song officers, they played a one-to-one exchange ratio with Jiannu - although it was still ugly, but it was still very good for the weak chickens of the North Koreans - which proved that as long as there is good training, even the scumbag troops can play a role.

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"Second Lieutenant, a commander has come and wants to see you by name."

The voice of his subordinate interrupted Park Yongjun's musings. He looked up, flicked his right hand to his lips, and dropped the burnt cigarette butt.

"Which sir?" He said in a deep voice. Without waiting for his subordinates to answer, he stood up from the rubble, stepped on the butt of his cigarette, and said, "Take me there." ”

Following his subordinates, Park Yong-joon walked through the square filled with the smell of alcohol and disinfectant. It is said to be a square, but in fact, it is just an empty area that has been temporarily cleared. More than a hundred marching beds were placed here, and wounded North Korean soldiers lay on each bed. Nurses in masks and white coats walked back and forth between the camp beds, the trays in their hands clanging with the crisp clanging sound of shaking syringes and potion bottles.

Park Yong-joon didn't react to the moans around him. He had been on the battlefield for three or four years, had experienced the brutal battles of the Battle of Iron Mountain, and had no feeling for an ordinary battle like the Battle of Xinjin.

As he expected, he met the Governor of Australia and Song who had come to pay his respects in this field hospital. It was an extremely tall young man in a gray military uniform. At first sight, the young man was holding the hand of a wounded man affectionately, bending down to listen to the other's babbling, and answering in Korean very gently.

The Governor of Naao Song noticedly noticed himself. Seeing him waving at him, Park Yongjun walked calmly to the other party and saluted with his feet just right two meters away.

The commander shook his head slightly, signaling not to disturb the rest of the wounded. He whispered, "Please come with me." ”

After Park Yongjun followed the other party out of the ward, the chief asked Park Yongjun to inspect the hospital with him. Walking down the street with bloody sheets, the chief turned his face to look at Park Yong-joon and smiled, "Are you Park Yong-joon?" ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." Park Yong-joon bowed slightly forward and replied.

"I've heard Commissar Zhang talk about you." The commander turned his head and nodded to the wounded who saluted him from time to time, "Comrade Mao Chengzuo once recommended to me a group of Korean officers with outstanding performance and excellent intelligence work potential, and you are among them. ”

"Thank you, sir, for your kindness." Park Yong-joon lowered his head and hid the expression on his face. He followed the chief in small steps, and as he quickly analyzed the chief's intentions in his mind.

I smiled and looked at the doctors and nurses who were hurrying to eat in the night, not paying attention to Park Yong-joon's mental activities. He was a smart man, and there were no fools in the vassal army that had survived on the battlefield for several years. This time I specifically singled him out to talk, and my meaning was already obvious.

"We all see your military talents. With your qualifications and talents, you should have been promoted to captain to become a company commander or battalion deputy a long time ago, so why should you stay where you are and be a deputy platoon commander? ”

"Your Excellency, my subordinates are Koreans, and they cannot serve as officers above the rank of deputy platoon commander." Park Yong-joon still hadn't looked up, but his heartbeat had inevitably accelerated. The chief had made it clear, he vaguely guessed what he would get, but he didn't know what he needed to give, and whether he could give what the chief needed.

Finally, the chief turned his face to look at himself again, and the smile on his face gradually faded: "I naturally know this. Your talent is outstanding, and our army has always valued political talent more than talent, and talent more than bloodline. Second Lieutenant Park, it is my pleasure to tell you that your political literacy and military talent meet our requirements at the same time. ”

"The organization would like you to serve as the special commissioner of the Security Service in Ta Rai Province (Note 1), which is under the dual leadership of the National Security Service and the Army."

Park Yongjun raised his head sharply and looked at the chief in front of him.

"Of course, you can't do the organizational tasks alone." The chief smiled slowly, "It's just that you'll play an important role in this. ”

"What is the task of the subordinates?" Park Yong-joon found that his voice was dry.

"Put a little pressure on them when Li Chao refuses to pay for immigration. Or, let Li Chao take the initiative to cede Donglai Mansion to us. ”

Park Yong-joon looked at the chief steadily, sweat constantly running down his cheeks, and a few water marks were drawn on his face. He realized that it was a foolish thing for him to ask the purpose lightly. As soon as the commander makes his task straightforward, as it is now, he will find himself in a situation where there is no room for manoeuvre.

He had to make a choice immediately, if he still dragged his feet knowing the truth, not to mention his future, it was unknown whether he would survive tonight. "Subordinate, willing."

"Good." The chief continued to walk forward, Park Yongjun subconsciously followed, and heard the chief's words, "When the task is completed, you can directly join the Australian and Song nationality and become a Han from now on." ”

Note 1: The Donglai here is not the Donglai of Shandong. Located in the southeastern part of the Korean Peninsula, Dongrae of Korea is under the dual control of the Japanese Tsushima clan and the Kingdom of Korea. After the Joseon Kingdom was ceded to our country, this city was merged with the town of Busan in the south and was collectively known as the city of Busan.