Chapter 3: Storm (Eleventh Middle School)

"Yeah, yeah." The regiment commander Lao Qi made a series of coughs in his throat. When he looked at the other chiefs and deputy battalions present, he also poked his head on the table, looking embarrassed.

Zhang Songling was unaware of the atmosphere in the room. He walked in with Fang Guoqiang one after another, looked around, and continued to shout, "It is not a big deal to continue to soak mushrooms with the Japanese. Maybe one day the Kwantung Army reached an agreement with the Soviets. Turning around, the first target of attack was us. By then, the surrounding Japanese and puppet troops would not be as honest as they are now. After all, they are numerous and powerful, so we can only be considered an isolated army here."

"Well, um, um, um." The regiment commander Lao Qi continued to cough in embarrassment. Zhang Songling said everything was right. The problem was that what he was most anxious now was to quickly transfer before the Morikawa United arrived, rather than trying every means to eliminate the enemy. If the nearby Japanese were fighting hard to solve, the Morikawa United team was trampled on the way back, the 93rd Regiment would be in great trouble. If it was not done well, it would be dangerous for the entire army to be destroyed.

"What's wrong? Commander Qi has a cold? Me?" Zhang Songling was stunned when he heard Lao Qi coughing and asked with concern.

His words were forcibly interrupted by Fang Guoqiang, who quietly pulled his sleeve from behind and whispered, "Don't rush to give advice to others first. Listen to what happened to Captain Qi. He sent someone to call us in the middle of the night. It must be that the situation has changed abnormally."

"Yes, yes, the situation has indeed changed a lot." Just as he was so embarrassed that he almost breathed, Lao Qi quickly grabbed the steps handed out by Fang Guoqiang and added loudly, "I have a telegram here. Captain Zhang might as well take a look first. The Japanese were forced to jump over the wall. He sent a mixed team to deal with us."

"A mixed gang." Zhang Songling was stunned again, reached out to receive the telegram sent by Lao Qi, and frowned. As a survivor who participated in two large-scale battles, he knew clearly what the size of a Japanese gang was. At present, the total strength of the 93rd Regiment and the Blackstone Guerrillas combined was only more than 1,500, and the number of people was less than one-third of the one mixed gang. As for combat effectiveness and weapon equipment, it was even more incomparable.

However, the telegram not only gave the Japanese army's number, scale, name and name of the commander, and even the specific departure time was very clear. Obviously, there was no need for Lao Qi to forge such a telegram to tease him, and there was no need to take the exam for his adaptability in front of so many people. Following the telegram, the deeper the frowns. The response measures made by the Northern Army Headquarters were incomplete in response to the difficulties faced by the 93rd Regiment were not unreasonable. However, the Northern Army was too far away from this side and lacked understanding of the specific situation, so some ideas were a bit too simple, especially the move to quickly turn around and retreat near Jining, which was basically a paper talk, and the feasibility of actual operation was very small.

"Give me a military map." Unwilling to directly reject the plan on the telegram, Zhang Songling whispered.

"It has been hung on the wall, and I have asked someone to mark the enemy situation nearby." The regiment commander Lao Qi nodded and responded in a low voice, "What the superior means is that we two families retreat together. In any case, our 93rd Regiment must ensure the safety of the Black Stone Guerrillas."

"Don't be so polite. At this critical moment, the guerrillas will certainly advance and retreat with the 93rd Regiment." Zhang Songling smiled and shook his head gently, "If we two families separate, I guess the fate will be only to be wiped out one by one, so it's better."

He suddenly stopped and stared at the map on the wall. He did not make any sound for a long time. The regiment commander Lao Qi and several battalion commanders also came to the map with concerns on his face. Even if he threw down all the heavy items and transferred lightly, it was not an easy task. During the retreat, he was easily attacked by the enemy around him, and the morale of his brothers would plummet because of panic retreat.

"There are no fears for several puppet Manchukuo security brigades. Even if they dare to catch up, they may not dare to get too close to us." Shao Yong, the commander of the cavalry battalion, walked to the map and whispered, "The Tserim Garage Army has no combat power. At best, follow us and fired a few cold guns. Only the Kawata Brigade, except for the lack of artillery, has similar strength to us. If you really want to hold us up, it is really difficult to deal with."

"Yes." Several other battalion commanders of the 93rd Regiment nodded one after another. Everyone had rich combat experience, so they could clearly see where the biggest problem was. With the strength of the 93rd Regiment and the Black Stone Guerrillas, it was not difficult to defeat the Kawata brigade, but they could not completely defeat it. Even though they knew that reinforcements were about to arrive, the Kawata brigade would not fight hard with everyone. They just needed to find ways to entangle everyone. Once Morikawa's mixed regiment arrived, they would naturally be able to avenge the latter's hands.

"Kuaki Kawada has been quiet in the past two days, I'm afraid he's waiting for this opportunity." Just as everyone was frowning, Fang Guoqiang, who had been following Zhang Songling, suddenly asked.

"Isn't this nonsense? You need to say it." Wang Zhi and others turned their heads one after another and muttered quietly in their hearts that Kawada Kuroaki had a radio station in his hand. When the Japanese commander sent Morikawa United, he would naturally order him to cooperate with him with all his strength. I'm afraid that the relevant telegram was sent to him before the former set off, so his performance in recent days has been so quiet.

"If Kawata Kantaki finds out that we are starting to retreat south, will he catch up immediately?" Fang Guoqiang did not notice the rolling eyes of everyone and continued to ask in a low voice.

"Of course, I will try every means to delay our evacuation speed." The regiment commander Lao Qi thought for a while and responded very patiently.

"What method?" Fang Guoqiang suddenly became a curious baby and continued to dig into the bottom line.

"That's not sure." The regiment commander Lao Qi was asked, pondered for a long time before frowning and explaining, "Everyone has his own command style. If it were me, I would chase your rear-end troops and beat you up. If it hurts you, I will naturally turn around and fight with me. Then I will turn around and retreat again, and never accept the move. When you can't delay and start retreating again, I will chase you and pester it. Anyway, as long as you don't let you go too easily, I will definitely win. When Morikawa United comes, it will just be attacked from front to back."

"If we use our own tricks and wait for him halfway," Fang Guoqiang had no experience in command in the past, and his ideas seemed to be imaginative.

"It's useless." Several battalions of the 93rd Regiment were a little impatient when asked and vetoed loudly, "Kukuaki Kawada is not a fool. Of course, he will be wary of us using this move. As long as he sends a vanguard, it will be easy to test the one standing in front, whether it is our team behind the rear or the main force of the entire regiment. If you find that the situation is wrong, you can immediately retreat with great strides. We dare not chase it at all."

"That's not necessarily." Zhang Songling's finger suddenly poked on the map, "As long as he dares to chase him, we have a way to make him come and go, and defeat him. I see who else dares to cause trouble for us."
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