There were few pedestrians on the bleak streets, and even the occasional pedestrians passed by in a hurry, and the shops on both sides of the street were all closed, and since yesterday the streets have been the most populated by Japanese patrols and some well-dressed Japanese ronin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wang Guoquan, who is only 25 years old this year, walks quickly down the muddy streets full of water trails with a patched bag on his back, and his eyes quickly look around. Maybe his appearance like a thief is very funny to others, but this is the best portrayal of Wang Guoquan's mood at this time, because now he is carrying half a month's food for the whole family of five, which is the twenty catties of cornmeal he bought with the wages of building a week's house for others, and he should be able to deal with half a month if he saves some food.

But as the old saying goes, the more he is afraid of something, the more he has something, and when he turned a street corner, he happened to meet a patrol of Japanese soldiers, and at this time it was too late to dodge.

"You drip, what drips to work, stop me!"

After seeing Wang Guoquan, these more than a dozen Japanese soldiers immediately surrounded him, and the bayonets flashing with cold light were aimed at Wang Guoquan.

Seeing this posture, Wang Guoquan's whole body softened, and he stopped tremblingly, and said in a crying voice: "Tai...... Taijun, I'm a good citizen, I just came out to buy some food, I didn't do anything bad! ”

Wang Guoquan's weak appearance did not win the sympathy of this team of Japanese soldiers, on the contrary, he summoned even more ridicule and insults.

A military cao shouted: "Baga Yalu, you lie! Since you said that you came out to buy grain, then take out your grain and let me see it! ”

"I ...... I'll show you, I'll show you! ”

Wang Guoquan hurriedly put the food on his shoulders on the ground, and honestly opened his pockets for the Japanese soldiers to check.

A Japanese private with a wrinkled face flipped through his hand and said to his companion, "Ah, it's really all cornmeal." ”

A senior soldier on the side shook his head and said, "Ah, Koizumi-kun, you can't just check the top, you have to check the bottom of the cloth bag as well!" ”

"Ah, check it down too?" The private was dumbfounded.

"Stupid, look at me!" I saw that the senior soldier pulled the private away and was about to stab the cornmeal bag with his bayonet. Seeing this, Wang Guoquan on the side hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the hand of the senior soldier, and begged bitterly: "Taijun, you can't do this, this bag of noodles is the ration of our family for more than half a month, if you lose him, our whole family will starve to death!" ”

"Yaga, get out of here!" The first-class soldier glared and impatiently kicked Wang Guoquan in the stomach, and Wang Guoquan was kicked to the ground, and then he was beaten and rolled on the ground with leather boots and gun butts by several Japanese soldiers who surrounded him.

After kicking Wang Guoquan aside, the superior soldier stabbed the bag several times with a bayonet, stabbing the bag that was not very strong everywhere, and then flew up and kicked the entire bag to the ground, and the yellow cornmeal was immediately scattered on the ground. Seeing the cornmeal scattered on the ground, the senior soldier and the surrounding soldiers laughed with satisfaction, glanced at Wang Guoquan who was lying on the ground and couldn't move with disdain, and spit thick spit on the cornmeal on the ground, and then lined up again and left.

After these Japanese soldiers left, Wang Guoquan lay down for a long time, and then struggled to get up from the ground, looking at the cornmeal scattered on the ground and the row of dark footprints, he cried bitterly......

Wang Guoquan was just a low-level citizen, and no one would care about what happened to him except his relatives, and at this time, the supreme commander of Jinzhou's city defense, Ryotai Oshima, was anxiously pacing in his command post.

I saw that he walked for a while, and then hurriedly came to the side of a communications staff officer and asked, "Where have the 135th Independent Mixed Brigade and the 119th Division arrived?" Can you get to Jinzhou today? ”

The communications staff officer shook his head: "Your Excellency Dazuo, these two troops are at least a hundred to one hundred and fifty kilometers away from us, and you have also seen the current weather, sudden rainstorms. They just called, and it will take them at least one to two days to get to Jinzhou. ”

"Baga, in one or two days, don't they know that the chariot troops of the Zhina people will be killed under Jinzhou City at any time?"

Ryota Oshima scolded angrily, since the early hours of this morning, when he knew that an armored unit from Huaxia was coming towards Jinzhou, he had been staying in the battle hall for six or seven hours waiting for news, and the water and rice had not entered. In addition to urgently commanding the troops to deploy defenses, he also organized all the Japanese immigrants and ronins in Jinzhou City, but even if he gathered all the soldiers, ronins and male immigrants in the city, the number was only more than 5,000, which seemed to be a lot, but when he thought that the other party was a mechanized chariot force armed to the teeth with more than 10,000 people, Oshima Ryota felt a sense of despair surging from the bottom of his heart.

However, Oshima Ryota was not completely disappointed, because he still had a support army to come, although this support army was only a division of the Manchurian Empire, but he heard that this division was an infantry division with the strongest combat effectiveness in Manchukuo, in Oshima Ryota's opinion, even if this division was weak in combat effectiveness, as long as it could arrive in time to Jinzhou, it should not be a problem to help Jinzhou hold out for a few days, as long as it could hold on until the independent mixed 135th Brigade and the 119th Division arrived, there would be no problem.

Suddenly, a telegraph operator stood up and said loudly: "Your Excellency, there is news from the First Division of Manchukuo!" ”

Ryo Oshima said overjoyedly: "What, are they coming?" ”

"It's not!" The telegraph operator waved the telegram in his hand and said bitterly: "Just an hour and a half ago, the First Division of Manchukuo encountered the China Armored Division, and it has been routed under the attack of the China Armored Division and the China Air Force, and now they have retreated towards Mukden!" ”

"Nani?"

Ryota Oshima only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the whole person was a little unstable. He hurriedly held on to the table beside him, grabbed the newspaper operator's collar, and looked at the newspaper operator with red eyes and said word by word: "How is this possible, the first division of Manchukuo has more than Ivan, how can it be defeated in less than two hours, even if it is 10,000 pigs, it will not collapse so quickly!" ”

"It's true, Your Excellency!" The telegraph operator was about to cry, "This telegram was sent by the Kwantung Army Command, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it." His Excellency Osa...... His Excellency Osa ......"

The radio operator's voice became sharper: "Someone, Your Excellency Osa's fainted ......" (to be continued.) )