Chapter 3 Storm (Eleventh)

Everything is for the Ninety-Three Regiment.

This is General Fu Zuoyi's real purpose. It was thousands of miles from Wuyuan to Xilingol. He could not open a road to get back to the 93rd Regiment. Therefore, he chose various means that he could use, including exhibitions of captured Japanese mining experts, to anger the Japanese invaders and attract all the hatred of the Japanese invaders to the main force of the Northern Army, thereby reducing the pressure that the 93rd Regiment had to bear.

He did not throw this army to the enemy just because the 93rd Regiment had completed its pre-set mission, although the common saying in this era was that Ci Wu was in charge of the army.

He refused to abandon the Ninety-third Regiment today, and he would not abandon any of the Northern Army in the future.

In an instant, the senior generals understood all Fu Zuoyi's thoughts, and no one said he would dissuade him. Every pair of eyes was filled with emotion.

Everyone used their brains to do their best to make up for the omissions in the new combat plan. Soon, a relatively complete implementation plan came to life.

The telegrapher translated the information that the plan content and the mixed gang of Morikawa had already gone east into the telecode and sent it out as quickly as possible. The dripping radio waves flew over the grassland, instantly spanning thousands of miles, and then displayed from the 93rd Regiment's military radio station, and then restored to text and sent to the desk of the regiment commander Lao Qi as soon as possible.

The regiment commander Lao Qi was resting in the tent. When he heard the panicked footsteps outside the door, he immediately turned over from the bed and took out a handful of Tokarev from under the pillow with his right hand, "Who is outside, what's the matter?" (Note 1)

"I, the commander of the regiment, the division headquarters urgently called." Wang Zhi, the battalion commander of the communications battalion, knew that his regiment commander had the habit of having a pistol pillow when he was sleeping, so he quickly responded loudly.

"It's Battalion Commander Wang." The guards of the regiment commander Lao Qi also testified immediately, "Regiment Commander, we are planning to go in and wake you up."

"Don't shout, I'm awake, let Battalion Commander Wang come in." The regiment commander Lao Qi put away his gun and rubbed his stiff face with his hands. The temperature of the grassland at night at the end of March was still hovering around zero degrees. With a small brazier alone, it was impossible to maintain the temperature in the tent. He slept a little longer, and his nose and face exposed outside the quilt became as cool and hard as a corpse.

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

"Look, you're so anxious. The sky fell or the ground broke." The regiment commander Lao Qi laughed and teased, reaching out to grab the telegram sent by the other party. Communications battalion commander Wang Zhi grinned with difficulty, making a sound like a gong banging, "Ghosts, the Ghosts sent another mixed corps, the specific location is unknown."

"Mixed corps, shout, the Japanese really look down on me." The regiment commander Lao Qi was also startled and then smiled and shook his head, "One mixed corps, three Xing'an brigades, three Mongolian cavalry divisions, plus the three garrison squadrons of Kawata brigade and the Zhelim League, haha, I attracted two divisions of enemy troops in one regiment, and it's hard to be famous now."

"Yes, it was the front-line mixed corps of the Kanto Army. They were originally confronting the 101st Division in Wuyuan." The communication battalion commander could not appreciate Lao Qi's joke, and grinned again, adding with difficulty, "The Japanese were beaten to the pain by us on the western front, so they had a sudden idea and were ready to take it back from the east."

"I think beautifully, I'll break his teeth." The regiment commander Lao Qi curled his lips and commented disdainfully. Although his words were so generous, his eyes quickly fell on the telegram, and his brows slowly began to frown. "Do not avoid his attack and go south to Jining to avoid any ties with the Jin army. If necessary, you can ask for help from the Eighth Route Army He Long's army. It's strange. If I can run smoothly to Jining, why should I bother General He Long? I can't directly ask the Sixth Army to send troops to help? Isn't it? Grandma, what's the matter with this? People have already hidden in the valleys in southern Jin. They are actually embarrassed to come out and hook up with the Japanese again."

"Company Commander." Wang Zhi, the communications battalion commander, quickly reminded in a low voice that if you guess the truth of some things, it is not convenient to publicly announce them. Otherwise, it will not only make the brothers feel heartbroken, but also feel weak when everyone speaks in front of their partners.

"Damn it, if he dares to do it, don't be afraid of others." The regiment commander Lao Qi held the telegram and clattered at the joints of his fingers. "Go, go to the command center, let's clearly mark the retreat on the map first. Chu Guang, call me the other battalion commanders and all the staff members, and let them go to the command center for a meeting immediately."

"Yes." Guard platoon leader Chu Guang agreed and trotted away. The regiment commander Lao Qi thought about it and continued to order, "Xiaoli, go to the Black Stone Guerrillas and invite Fatty Zhang and the Coffin Face. Damn, this time I'm a joke again. I'm really a fucking wrongdoer."

The guard squad leader Li Ming agreed softly, and jumped onto the mount listlessly. The face of the coffin in the mouth of the regiment commander Lao Qi was Fang Guoqiang, the new political commissar of the Black Stone Guerrillas. Among the entire guerrillas, this person was the most difficult to deal with. He had a stern face all day and didn't look like hesitating. He found Fatty Zhang's head for many things. Maybe he would not hesitate and agreed directly. But if Fang Coffin was present at the time, he would definitely have to figure out the truth and never make the whole story clear and he would never give a clear word.

"Damn it, it's embarrassing. I'm so fucking unlucky. Why did you live like such a cowardly man?" The regiment commander Lao Qi also felt embarrassed. He grabbed the telegram and cursed to the command center. According to his background, he was also a member of the Jinsui clan and the son of the Sanjin who Yan Xishan admired and relied on the most. But at this moment, he really couldn't be proud of his past experience. Commander Yan's behavior was too embarrassing. From the early days of the Anti-Japanese War to the present, what he did was more embarrassing. The one with a zombie spirit was more like a piece. During the Taiyuan Battle, he would rather pile machine guns and cannons in the arsenal warehouse waiting for the Japanese to seize them, than to give the 26th and Eighth Route Army envoys who came to help. After going to southern Jin, he focused on preserving his strength and avoiding the war. Now, he finally stabilized his position and began to flirt with the Japanese devils again. In order to save the acre of three-point land in his hand, he didn't even care about being a son emperor. Fortunately, his brothers always kept his anti-Japanese declaration.

"Captain." Communications battalion commander Wang Zhi quickly chased after a few steps, lowered his voice and discussed with the old **, "The division commander did not say in the telegram that the Sixth Army had any inappropriate actions. I think there is no need to mention what you have guessed yourself to Fatty Zhang and the others later."

"Can you hide it from others' eyes?" The regiment commander Lao Qi looked at him with a helpless look. "I don't want to mention it, but we are obviously closer to the Jin army, so why should we ask the Eighth Route Army for help? If Fatty Zhang asks, I can't explain it to him. Besides, even if Fatty Zhang is confused and doesn't notice this detail, can the Political Commissar Fang beside him guess? If you ask a few questions at that time, my face will be swollen for several days. The fucking thing is to send it to him and ask him to smoke it."

"This" communication battalion commander Wang Zhi was speechless. He had personally experienced Fang Guoqiang's difficulty in dealing with it. Compared to Fatty Zhang's appearance of Maitreya Buddha, this person is simply the king of hell. No one can think of having a good life if he gets his braided hair. Even though it has been several days since the incident, when he thinks about it, he still feels so embarrassed that he can find a crack in the ground to get in.

"If you get thrust by him, who told me that I wanted to take advantage of the guerrillas? I deserve it." Seeing the timid look of communication battalion commander Wang Zhi, the regiment commander Lao Qi felt more and more dirty, shrugged, and said angrily: "Tell them openly what we have, and then discuss how to deal with it together. After all, they are their own people. Now they are ridiculed by the coffin face, which is better than in the future, and the Japanese have thrust into machine guns."

"That's right." Communications battalion commander Wang Zhi nodded and responded in a low voice, "Although the face of the coffin is a little damaged, he is not vague in his work. With him, at least there will be no big problems with the Eighth Route Army."

"Hope, the road to the south may not be unobstructed. The local garrison troops and puppet troops of the Japanese used to dare to go out of the city to provoke us because they could not find reinforcements around. Now, when they learned that the Japanese sent a mixed corps to come over, they must have thought about performing. Sakai Takashi would definitely order them to hold us back at any cost."

"It's quite troublesome. The key is that we're running too far this time." Wang Zhi sighed, his face full of sorrow.

The two walked and discussed. In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the temporary command department. The technicians who were notified were already ready to stop. When they saw their own regiment leader coming, they immediately closed the switch gently and said "brushing", and the entire command center was immediately illuminated as bright as daytime.

Soon, several chief and deputy battalion commanders also arrived and received the telegram from Lao Qi to circulate it one by one. Everyone who saw the content was full of solemn expression.

A group of wolves surrounded him, and then suddenly another lion came over. The dilemma that the 93rd Regiment was about to face was indeed unprecedented. Just as everyone was scrambling to think of countermeasures, Zhang Songling's unique cheerful voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Sorry, sorry, I have been waiting for everyone for a long time. I slept a little hard today. Commander Qi, have you decided to decide the next target to clean up? After making a decision, we will do it quickly. While the Kwantung Army is still unable to clone it, we will give the Japanese nearby so that they will tremble when they see our banner calves in the future."
Chapter completed!