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Chapter 3: The Storm (11 A)

All for the sake of the Ninety-Third Regiment

This is the real purpose of General Fu Zuoyi, there are thousands of miles between Wuyuan and Xilin Gol, and he has no way to open a road to bring the 93rd Regiment back, so he chooses all the means he can use, including the exhibition of captured devils, mining experts, to provoke the Japanese invaders, attract all the hatred of the Japanese invaders to the main side of the Northern Route Army, and then reduce the pressure on the 93rd Regiment

He did not abandon the 93rd Regiment to the enemy because it had already fulfilled its intended mission, although the common saying in this era was that Ci was not in charge of the army

He refused to abandon the 93rd Regiment today, and he would not abandon any of the Northern Route Army in the future

In an instant, all the high-ranking generals understood all of Fu Zuoyi's thoughts, and no one said anything to dissuade them, and every pair of eyes was full of emotion

Everyone used their brains to the best of their ability to come up with suggestions and make up for the omissions in the new battle plan, and soon a relatively complete implementation plan appeared on paper

The telegraph operator translated the contents of the plan and the news that Morikawa's mixed wing had gone east into code, and sent it out as fast as possible, and the tick-tock radio waves flew over the grassland, spanning thousands of miles in an instant, and then showed them on the radio station of the 93rd Regiment, and then they were reduced to text and sent to the desk of the regiment commander Lao Qi as soon as possible

The regimental leader, Elder Qi, was resting in his tent when he heard the sound of panicked footsteps outside the door, immediately rolled over from the bed, and took out a handful of Tokarev from under the pillow with his right hand.

"I, the regiment commander, the division headquarters is in an emergency," Wang Zhi, commander of the communications battalion, knew that his regiment commander had the habit of pillowing pistols while sleeping, and hurriedly responded loudly

"It's Camp Commander Wang," Regiment Commander Lao Qi's guards also followed closely to testify, "Regiment Commander, we were about to go in and wake you up."

"No need to shout, I'm already awake, let Camp Commander Wang come in" Regiment Commander Lao Qi put away his gun and rubbed his stiff face vigorously with his hands The night temperature on the grassland at the end of March was still hovering around zero degrees With a small brazier alone, it was really impossible to maintain the temperature in the sleeping tent Sleep a little longer The nose and face exposed outside the quilt became cold and hard like a corpse

"Yes," the guard agreed, pushed open the door of the sleeping tent from the outside, unscrewed the large battery lamp placed in the room, and the darkness was quickly expelled from the outside, and the forehead of Wang Zhi, the commander of the communications battalion, was also illuminated by the light, as if he had just finished a 10-kilometer weight-bearing exercise

"Look at you, the sky is falling or the ground is cracking," the regiment commander Lao Qi laughed and teased, reaching out to grab the telegram handed over by the other party, and the communications battalion commander Wang Zhi grinned with difficulty, and made a sound like a broken gong "Devil, the devil has sent another mixed wing over, the specific location is unknown."

"Mixed into a wing, shouting, the little devil really looks up to me" The regiment commander Lao Qi was also taken aback, and then shook his head with a smile "A mixed wing, three Xing'an garrison brigades, three Mongolian cavalry divisions, plus the three garrison squadrons of the Kawada Brigade and the Zhelimu League, haha, Lao Tzu's regiment attracted two divisions of enemy troops, and it is difficult to think of being famous now."

"Yes, it's the first-line mixed wing of the Kwantung Army, which was originally confronted by the 101st Division on the Wuyuan side," the communications battalion commander couldn't appreciate Lao Qi's joke, grinned again, and added with difficulty, "The little devil was hurt by us on the Western Front, so he had a whim, and was ready to get it back from the east."

"I want to be beautiful, Lao Tzu broke his teeth," the regiment leader Lao Qi pursed his lips and commented disdainfully, although his words were magnificent, his gaze quickly fell on the telegram, and his brows slowly began to wrinkle together, "Avoid its edge for the time being....... Go south to Jining ...... Try to avoid having anything to do with the Jin army...... If necessary, you can ask for help from the Eighth Route Army...... It's strange If I can run to the vicinity of Jining smoothly, why should I trouble General He Long Couldn't I directly ask the Sixth Army to send troops to meet it......? Grandma's, what is this cheeky made of, people have already hid in the ravine of Jinnan, it's not counted, it's embarrassing to come out and hook up with the little devil again."

"Commander........ Wang Zhi, the commander of the communications battalion, hurriedly reminded in a low voice that there are some things that can only be guessed and the truth is not convenient to be publicly announced, otherwise it will not only make the brothers feel cold, but also feel empty when they speak in front of their partners

"Damn, if Commander Yan dares to do it, don't be afraid of people saying," Regiment Commander Lao Qi held the telegram, and the knuckles of his fingers "gurgle" "Let's go to the headquarters, let's mark the retreat route clearly on the map first, Chu Guang, you go and call the other battalion commanders and all the staff officers for me, and let them go to the headquarters for a meeting immediately."

"Yes" Chu Guang, the commander of the guard platoon, agreed, and trotted away, the regiment commander Lao Qi thought about it, and continued to order, "Xiao Li, you go to the Blackstone guerrillas, and invite Zhang Fat Man and the coffin face over together, mother, this time let the coffin face see the joke again, Lao Tzu is really fucking wronged."

Li Ming, the leader of the guard squad, agreed in a low voice, and jumped on the mount listlessly The coffin face in the mouth of the regiment commander Lao Qi It is Fang Guoqiang, the new political commissar of the Blackstone guerrillas, In the entire guerrilla team, this person is the most difficult to deal with With a straight face all day long, no one looks like a smile Many things find Zhang Fatzi's head Maybe he will not hesitate and agree directly But if Fang Coffin was present at the time, he would definitely have to get to the bottom of it, and if he didn't figure out the ins and outs, he would never give the right words

"Damn, shame, Lao Tzu is really fucking unlucky, how could he be living under such a wretched man back then" The regiment commander Lao Qi also felt embarrassed, grabbed the telegram, scolded and walked towards the headquarters According to his background, he is also a member of the Jin Sui family, and he is the son of the Three Jin Dynasty that Yan Xishan admires and relies on the most But at this moment, he really can't be proud of his past resume Commander Yan's behavior is too embarrassing From the early days of the Anti-Japanese War to the present, what he has done is more embarrassing than the other, and the one is more than the other, revealing the spirit of a zombie During the Taiyuan Campaign, he would rather pile machine guns and artillery in the warehouses of the arsenal and wait for the Japanese to capture them, and refused to give the 26th and 8th Route Army envoys who came to help

"Commander...... Wang Zhi, the commander of the communications battalion, quickly chased a few steps, lowered his voice and discussed to the old **, "The division commander did not say anything inappropriate in the telegram of the Sixth Army, I think you have speculated on your own, is it not necessary to mention it to Zhang Fatzi and them later?"

"Can you hide it from other people's eyes?" the regiment leader Lao Qi glanced at him, his face full of helplessness, "I don't want to mention it, but it's clear that we are closer to the Jin Army, why do you want to go to the Eighth Route Army for help, if Zhang Fatzi asks, I can't explain it to him, and even if Zhang Fatzi is confused, and he doesn't notice this detail, can the coffin-faced political commissar next to him guess When the time comes, just ask a few words, Lao Tzu's face will be swollen for several days, and he will send it to ask someone to smoke it."

"This ......." Wang Zhi, the commander of the communications battalion, was speechless, and he said that Fang Guoqiang's difficulty was difficult to deal with, and he had personally learned Compared to the appearance of Maitreya Buddha of Zhang Fatzi, this person is simply the iron-faced king of Hades, and no one who was caught by him with braids would want to have a good life, even if it has been a few days, looking back, he is still so embarrassed that he can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into

"If you are smoked by him, you will smoke it, who told Lao Tzu that he wanted to take advantage of the guerrillas in the first place? Lao Tzu deserves it "Seeing the cowering appearance of the communications battalion commander Wang Zhi, the regiment commander Lao Qi felt more and more discouraged, shrugged his shoulders, and said abruptly: "Tell them openly and honestly about the situation we have, and then discuss how to deal with it together, but they are also their own people, and now being ridiculed by the coffin face is better than being in trouble in the future and being suddenly assaulted by the little devil with a machine gun."

"That's right," Wang Zhi, the commander of the communications battalion, nodded and responded in a low voice, "Although the coffin face is a little damaged, he is not ambiguous in his work, and he is at least cooperating with the Eighth Route Army, and there will not be too many problems."

"Let's hope that the road to the south may not be smooth The local garrison troops and puppet troops of those little devils did not dare to go out of the city to provoke us because there were no reinforcements around Now that I know that the little devils have sent a mixed coalition over, I must want to show that Takashi Sakai will definitely order them to drag us at any cost."

"It's more troublesome, the key is that we're running too far this time," Wang Zhi sighed, his face full of sadness

The two of them discussed while walking, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the door of the temporary headquarters The technicians who had been notified had already prepared to stop, and when they saw their own regiment commander coming, they immediately gently closed the electric switch, and with a "brush" sound, the entire headquarters was immediately illuminated by the headlights of three captured cars, as bright as day

Not long after, several chief and deputy battalion commanders also arrived, took the telegram from Lao Qi's hand, and circulated it in turn, and everyone who saw the contents of it was full of solemnity

The wolves were waiting and then suddenly killed a lion The predicament that the 93rd Regiment was about to face was indeed unprecedented Just as everyone was searching their stomachs and thinking about countermeasures, Zhang Songling's unique hearty voice suddenly came from outside the door "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've kept everyone waiting for a long time, I'm sleeping a little heavy today, Commander Qi, have you decided on the next cleaning target, let's hurry up and start While the Kwantung Army is still powerless, give the little devils in the neighborhood a guy again, so that they will tremble when they see our banner in the future."

Note 1: Tokarev is the famous TT33, the predecessor of the Soviet-made Tokarev pistol, which has been equipped with Soviet commanders since 1930, and is famous for its great power and durability