Chapter 4 Reunion (Three Parts)

"Sigh, shit," In the darkness, a neighing of a war horse faintly came. The squadron leader Matsumoto Daisuke keenly made a stop gesture behind him, and he held his ears and watched around.

The Japanese soldiers who were moving forward lightly quickly stopped and squatted on the ground, took off their rifles from their shoulders. Through the round hole of the sight, they saw several huge stars hanging like diamonds on the tips of grass at the top of the hills not far away, dazzling, and a breeze blowing slowly from the south, blowing out layers of waves in the grass. The stars and moonlight also slowly fluttered with the waves, quiet as a dream.

How could a horse team appear in such a quiet and desolate place? The Japanese soldiers who did not find any enemy situation glared at Matsumoto Daisuke from behind dissatisfaction, put their rifles on the ground, and secretly began to beat their sore thighs. From yesterday morning to now, everyone has been raiding for nearly 300 miles a long distance. Although one of the roads was used for transportation by cars, at least half of the distance was measured by two small short legs. Northern China is too big and too desolate. In many areas, there is not even a decent dirt road. Not only can the Japanese Empire's personnel carriers not pass, but even the donkey carts of local people must be followed by the rear of the car.

With such simple transportation conditions, only the road traveler knows how hard it is to travel for these 300 miles. The squadron leader Matsumoto Daisuke was a guy who was eager to make contributions. He had to recreate the miracle of running two hundred miles a day and night to directly lock in the victory. No matter how long everyone walked in Shanxi last time, they basically walked on the road, but this time they had to overcome all obstacles in Chahar.

"Rest in place for five minutes to replenish moisture and heat." The Japanese squadron leader Daisuke Matsumoto heard for a long time but did not hear the second horse neighing. He hesitated to order behind him. It might be that he was too tired, which caused auditory hallucinations in his ears. He could not find the source of the horse neighing. He had to make such a judgment. At the same time, he opened a rare mercy and allowed his soldiers to replenish their energy.

The Japanese immediately sat on the ground as if they were amnesty, and they were scattered and took out kettles and compressed biscuits from their backpacks, not caring about the coldness coming from their butts. This season, the ground was not warmed by the sun, especially at night, the average temperature on the grassland was only about zero or four degrees. If you sit on the ground for a long time, your legs and knees would become as hard as wood.

The squadron leader, Daisuke Matsumoto, was so tired that his legs were floating, but when he thought of his boss Toshio Shimomura's promise to him before he set out, a wave of heat surged in his heart. The record of Shimomura's brigade last year had attracted the attention of the Army Department. Soon, the entire brigade will merge with the other two teams of the same size and be upgraded to the special operations brigade. Of course, the position of brigade captain will fall 100% in the hands of Toshio Shimomura. As for the three brigades below, Toshio Shimomura hopes that Matsumoto can perform in the battle recently so that he can be more confident when recommending to the top.

It is of course necessary to do something that others cannot do, or that seems incredible, such as marching day and night like now, interspersing to the banks of the Qijin River, seizing the bridge, and blocking the retreat of the Chinese army. The difficulty is very high, and it is also necessary to ensure that after interspersing, you can immediately enter the battle.

Fortunately, the Jin army I met along the way was very aware and hid far away in the bunker, and didn't even dare to come out to harass me. It would be great if the 93rd Regiment was as cowardly as their old seniors. In addition to marching, I would not have to spend more effort. It would be natural to be promoted to the captain of the brigade. After all, the top leaders of the Mongolian garrison army were watching this operation. Once they could recover the lost face from the 93rd Regiment as they wished, it would be difficult for me to not be valued by the superiors.

The 93rd Regiment of the 31st Division of the National Revolutionary Army was a new team. What kind of team were they? While illuminating the map with a flashlight to confirm their current location, Matsumoto Daisuke was pieced together with his opponent's image in his heart. His combat power seemed to be slightly stronger than the Jin army. His fighting will was very tenacious and he was a bit surprisingly brave. He even turned around and swallowed the Kawada Brigade in a mouthful during the encirclement and interception of several large armies. Although the battle report said that the Kawada Brigade suffered very little casualties and could restore his strength after a little rest, Matsumoto Daisuke, who is familiar with his bragging habits, knew that the Kawada Brigade must have suffered more than two-thirds of the casualties in that battle. Otherwise, the superiors would not have allowed them to return to their original resident and standby, nor could they have let the Shimomura Brigade come from Zhangjiakou to put out the fire.

In Matsumoto Daisuke's impression, there is only one such bold opponent, that is the 18th Army active in the Taihang Mountains. Although their weapons and equipment are very poor, they often take the initiative to attack, causing a lot of trouble to the imperial army. However, the weapons of the 93rd Regiment are said to be very excellent, reaching or even exceeding the level of the front-line troops of the same level of the empire. That is the treatment that only the direct descendants of the Chongqing government of China can enjoy. Is it a mixture of the Chongqing direct descendants and the 18th Army? That is really interesting!

"According to the news from the Jin army, the location of the 93rd Regiment was near Luliupo yesterday morning. According to their average travel speed in recent times, it should be here before sunset yesterday." The team leader Kazuo Takashima came forward and helped Matsumura Daisuke control the flashlight. According to the military practice, if Matsumura Daisuke can be successfully promoted to the captain of the squad, the captains of their team can also move their rank and positions upwards with the ride-sharing, so at this moment, no opportunity to please the boss can be spared.

"Yes, let's go for another seven or eight kilometers, and we will definitely be in front of the 93rd Regiment." The other two team leaders also came forward and flattered Matsumura Daisuke. "The Chinese would definitely not have thought that you would fly to the front of them with the first squadron of warriors. At that time, their reaction would be very exciting."

"Yeah." Matsumura nodded with a smile, with a bit of appreciation in his eyes, "You are right. Even if the 93rd Regiment marched overnight, it will not be possible to reach the east bank of the Qijin River tomorrow morning. We will wait for them on the west bank of the river at that time and give them a surprise."

"We can bury explosives under the bridge in advance and wait for them to get on the bridge." Takashima Kazuo waved his arm and suggested with a grim smile.

"Well, there are many ways. Let's talk about it when we get to the destination." Matsumura Daisuke handed over the map to the orderly soldiers, stood up slowly, and moved his hands and feet. "Go down to the whole team and ask the soldiers to put away their dry food and kettles and prepare to set off."

"Hay,,." The three team leaders responded in unison, ran down to gather the team, and ran a few steps, but suddenly stopped at the same time. Looking at a slope more than 300 meters ahead of him, with panic on his face.
Chapter completed!