.If someone asks who has the worst life among the nearly 200,000 soldiers of the Chinese and Japanese army who are fighting day and night around a small ancient city, then he will definitely get a completely unexpected answer. Because this person is not Cheng Jiaji and Lu Jingguo who are struggling to survive in a desperate situation where enemies are everywhere, and they are living like a year. Zhang Yuling is not Zhang Yuling, who is attacked by five or six times the Japanese army, nor is he who is in a dilemma, and Masayoshi Maruyama, who is on the verge of retreating, but Dai Binggong, the deputy commander of the Fifth Army and the commander of the 200th Division, who is on the core of the battle circle!

However, Dai Binggong's hair was so crazy that he looked at the old culprit, but the culprit, but the military committee in Chongqing, thousands of kilometers away.

As the war situation in the ancient times became increasingly tense, the frequency of the accelerated telegrams from the Military Commission's attendant room to the 200th Division headquarters also grew from three in the morning, noon and evening on the first day to one in every three or four hours. Moreover, the wording used in the telegrams became more and more intense. Every time when reading these harsh telegrams, Dai Binggong could feel the raging anger erupted from the heart of the supreme authorities. The old man was furious, not a joke! Dai Binggong had no doubts. If the war was not in full swing, he would have been dismissed from his post on the spot, and he had no strong backer.

By the way, Dai Binggong himself admitted that the performance of the 200 divisions in this battle was much more mediocre than in the past. But to say that he deliberately avoided the war or even refused to save him when he was dead, it was purely nonsense. If he was not thinking about the overall situation, why would he lead his troops to the suburbs of the ancient city? On the road, he was moving slowly alongside the other divisions, wouldn’t it be much safer?

He was crying for injustice in his heart, but Dai Binggong was a soldier after all, and was an extremely excellent soldier. If a soldier wanted to cleanse his colleagues, he would go up to the top to misunderstand himself. He had no other way except for his irrefutable military achievements, and he still understood this simple truth.

But it is easy to talk about it if you want to enter the Tonggucheng! The Japanese army was blocked in front of the 200th Division as the engineer corps of the Second Division, with up to 3,000 people. In theory, the 200th Division, which is actually a powerful contender for the First Division of the Chinese Army, can easily defeat these miscellaneous troops.

But the matter is broken, which is similar to the complex terrain of the ancient northwest region. The Japanese brigade of engineers was caught. While fighting one by one, they divided their hands to build fortifications behind the mountain passes and rivers one by one. So the 200th Division spent a lot of effort to break through a line of defense. After moving forward for less than two kilometers, they would hit another south wall. The most annoying thing was that the 200th Division did not dare to detour again. You should know that a Japanese brigade and a division headquarters in the city had almost freed up their hands from the 93rd Division. Watch the Chinese website's first round, which would probably lead to an enemy from both sides. At that time, it would be impossible to save people. Maybe they would have to go around them all.

So, four regiments alternately covered, and 24-hour attacks became the only choice for the 200 divisions. And Dai Binggong was so anxious that he often went on the line of fire.

On the afternoon of the fifth day of the Tonggu Battle, Zheng Shiji, the deputy commander of the 200th Division, found Dai Binggong, who had just fallen asleep a few minutes ago in a corner of the attacking position. He approached and commanded at the forefront for twenty hours. The main attacking troops had changed three times. He could not hold on to it because he had overdrawn too much physical strength and energy!

"Teacher!" The atmosphere of valuing the chief and over the deputy in the army makes the subordinates always call the chief officers of the superiors who have both the chief and the deputy positions, and this makes them closer to each other.

"Rebirth, aren't you organizing the troops behind? Why did you come here? What happened to the division headquarters?" Dai Binggong, who was awakened, asked repeatedly.

"Teacher, someone is coming from Yangon headquarters."

"Isn't it just here to urge the war and supervise the war? You can just receive Chief of Staff Gao." At this time, there was nothing that could attract him more than a battlefield a few hundred meters away.

"The teacher's seat is the Deputy Director Chen of the Intelligence Department. He said..." When talking about Deputy Director Chen, a hint of embarrassment appeared on the face of Guan Shiji, who was eager to speak but stopped.

Dai Binggong certainly knew Zheng Shiji's secrets. At least he would not feel any glory of honor for Zheng Shiji, who was the director of the intelligence research office at No. 19, who often wanted to become a standard soldier of the nation to motivate himself.

"Rebirth! You are a soldier, you have to have some pleasure in the military." Dai Binggong has always valued this deputy who called himself reborn after he was almost dead in the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War. Otherwise, after the Kunlun Mountains War, he would not have tried every means to dig Zheng Shiji from the Rongyi Division that was about to be placed in the Eighth Army.

"Yes, Master! He said he has a special mission and must have a separate interview with Master." Zheng Shiji's sudden loud voice made Dai Binggong's ears roar.

"Rebirth, you will command on my behalf. Pay special attention to the rhythm and continuity of the attack. Never give the Japanese a chance to breathe." After pondering slightly, Dai Binggong decided to meet the young old agent.

The 200 Division Headquarters is located in a small mountain village less than two kilometers away from the frontline...

"Deputy Director Dai, please take a look at this first." Director Chen, who obviously understood that he was not very popular, did not say much, but handed over a letter as soon as he met. Dai Binggong, who thought that Lieutenant General Luo had some instructions, lit up on the letter, and looked up, and his expression immediately became much more serious.

The handwriting was only a few dozen brush words, and Dai Binggong glanced at it in a few seconds. After letting go, the role model of the young general breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Deputy Director Chen in a solemn tone: "Deputy Director Chen, say it, how do you need me to cooperate?"

Dai Binggong, who was stubborn and upright, was really helpful to Deputy Director Chen. He was thinking in his mind that it would be great if he had such power when he walked there in the future. Of course, this was just a thought. After all, even his boss could not always hold a handwritten warrant written by the Supreme Authority. In that case, the world would be in chaos.

"Deputy Chief Dai, I'm not going to do anything. You lend me half of the motorized battalion and attach some cavalry and a few thicker armored chariots, and then send some troops to the edge of the city to pick up the brothers at night." Indeed, Deputy Director Chen did not ask much. Moreover, the small troops were motorized and interspersed, and the danger was not very high. But this also made Dai Binggong, who had a very high understanding, took the purpose of Deputy Director Chen's trip, which was not clearly stated on the handbook. He guessed that one was almost inseparable.

"Deputy Director Chen, I know Cheng Haoran very well. Although he is not very strict in life and is easy-going, his strong heart is never inferior to Zhang Yuling. You are probably going to have a waste of time!" Dai Binggong was surprised that Cheng Jiaji, who was born in a mixed journey, was so valued and cared for by the supreme authorities. In addition to a little surprise, Dai Binggong was still envious and regretful. He even had a little jealousy that he could not even realize.

Dear Director Chen didn't have to answer the answer, but because of a young man who is more or less flaunting his nature, he still answered: "Since the above thinks that Director Cheng, the strategic leader, is sacrificed here, it is an irreparable loss for the overall situation of the war of resistance. Then, if he or she is not allowed to leave, he will have no choice but to make up for it."

Deputy Director Chen’s confidence is not blind. Not to mention anything else, his personal skills and marksmanship are far from comparable to ordinary people. Even if he faces Tu Jingguo, who has been with Cheng Jiaji for many years, he is not afraid of the battle. Not to mention, Deputy Director Chen firmly believes that under the current situation, Tu Jingguo and others may not take it seriously. No matter what, what he wants to do is to bring hope of life to Cheng Jiaji and the people around him.

Dai Binggong was about to say something else, but an officer kicked open the door with a wooden door bolt.

Neither of the two generals in the secret talk reprimanded the lieutenant colonel who was so anxious that his face turned yellow. They knew in their hearts that if they were not impatient, even if they used this person's courage, they would not dare to break in in this extremely extreme way.

"Master Peng?" After admitting that the commander of the division radio station was invited, an ominous premonition surged into Dai Binggong's heart like a tide. After hearing Dai Binggong drink out of the intruder's identity, Deputy Director Chen's originally peaceful gaze suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sharp and cold so that the general who had been through many battles would be thrilled, which could make people involuntarily think of Shan Ying's eyes.

"The master's seat, the radio call from the west of the ancient city was interrupted when it was sent to us three minutes ago!" The meaning of the call from the telephone director was no longer understood.

"Do you know where they sent the report this time?" Deputy Director Chen rushed forward and asked with the other party's collar.

"The other party has not had time to say it yet. However, according to the previous reports, it should be in the southwest corner of the city." The heavy invisible pressure that was rushing towards him was squeezed, and the beans-sized sweat beads hanging on the head of the radio station's head dripped one by one to the ground.

"Deputy Commander Dai, please arrange it for me as soon as possible. We don't have much time left! If you can't handle this job, you, brothers, will definitely stay in the phone for two or three years. You, Deputy Director Dai, will probably have a lot of connection." Dai Binggong, who knows what Deputy Director Chen said, replied with a sigh: "I will pick the infantry of the two companies from the search battalion with the strongest combat power in the entire division. The cavalry will give you a reinforcement company and a company with a chariot. I will do it myself now, and you can set off in half an hour at most!

At the same time, in a British-style building in the southwest corner of the old city, a close battle just fell.

"Three treasures, have all the Japanese who came to the door solved? How many of our people are left?" Cheng Jiaji, who has not fought in person for many years, is still very self-aware of his current combat level. Otherwise, in the battle just now, he would not have had any intention of helping.

"The military captains were killed, and there were fourteen Japanese devils in total. Only six of our people died, and three others were seriously injured. The trouble is that the radio station was broken. However, the transmitter only suffered minor injuries. He heard that after repairing, the radio station might not be used. Military captains, I think if it is better to bring the radio station with you."

"Take the radio station away. Also, you go to the team immediately and we must leave here as quickly as possible." Although we attach great importance to contact with the outside world, Cheng Jiaji, who values ​​the lives of his brothers more, ordered decisively.

After most of the day of walking, fighting and fighting and fighting, it turned out that the two or three hundred people who followed Cheng Jiaji to run together, and the casualties were broken up, and there were less than fifty people. Correspondingly, the number of people was small, and the action was more flexible and quick. Within a few breaths, they withdrew from the exposed place to find the next safe house. When the group of people quickly dived out hundreds of steps, there were sporadic gunshots in the building where they once lived. Then, the gunshots were terminated by three loud noises. Everyone in this small team of capable personnel beat their feet. They could not have imagined that the three explosions were the grenades left in the room and died together with the Japanese army rushing into the room.

The sadness in my heart was soon diluted by the cruel reality. After only a moment of stagnation, the team, which had a long head and tail, continued to move forward in a state of battle.

After all, war is actually a social activity that constantly challenges people's physiological and psychological limits, while dying, eliminates people who cannot adapt to the transformation of their own in the first time.

In fact, it is extremely lucky that Cheng Jiaji and others can still slip out of the fingers of the Japanese army that came from the news after taking advantage of the situation. In the past few days, countless small troops of the Chinese army have been blocked and eaten by the Japanese army because they lack this distant energy.

But no matter how good the far air is, there will always be a time to use up.

When the lights were in hand that day, Cheng Jiaji and his entourage had been successfully transferred to several Burmese wooden buildings and were finally discovered by a squadron-scale Japanese search force.

Perhaps it was because they had already felt that there were big fish hidden among the Chinese soldiers with strong firepower. In the battle, the Japanese soldiers, who had always used all kinds of things, seemed very gentlemanly. They neither set fire nor used grenade launchers or mortars to bombard them. They just attacked one by one, carefully blocking the way of prey with firepower. But even this gentle style of fighting was unbearable. It was obvious that more Japanese would surround them for how long they would be. At that time, it would be many times more difficult to do so than at this time.

Cheng Jiaji, who had never planned to visit the prisoner-of-war camp set up by the Japanese army, in desperation, filled the round magazine of the American Smith Wesson 0.38-inch revolver that had never left him since time and space. Although he could not guarantee that he could kill a few Japanese, he could kill himself when he had no choice but to do so!
Chapter completed!