Chapter Thirty-Eight: Sending Military Supplies
"I've had enough! The more I read, the angrier I get!" Wang Chuanming furiously threw away the newspaper and slammed his oily hand on the table.
Today is already the 26th, and in Shanhaiguan, a bloody Northeastern Army has revealed its true form. In just a few short days, the entire Rehe outer defense line has collapsed from south to north.
Kailu, Beipiao and Chaoyang have all fallen. The cavalry brigade of Cui Xingwu in Kailu directly surrendered to the Japanese army. Li Shouxin's regiment, which was defending the city, opened the gate to welcome the surrender. Feng Zhanhai's division, Li Dengshan Regiment, who fought side by side with them, and several other bandit groups formed into a Righteous and Brave Army were forced to retreat to Chifeng.
While attacking Kaiyuan, the Japanese 8th Division launched an attack on Dong Futing's unit in Beipiao Nanling. Shao Benliang's regiment surrendered to the enemy, and the remaining two regiments had no choice but to abandon Beipiao and retreat into Chaoyang. Immediately after, another battalion defected to the enemy, and Dong's unit was forced to abandon Chaoyang once again.
Chaoyang, after Kaiyuan fell, the Japanese army formed a surrounded situation for the 63rd Army led by Gong Changhai who were sandwiched in between. Gong Changhai's troops had to retreat to Chifeng. The Japanese Sixth and Eighth Divisions, along with Zhang Haipeng's puppet army, attacked Chifeng from the north and east. At the same time, Sun Delin's 41st Army, stationed at Weichang, reinforced Chifeng.
"I've said it before, don't count on the Northeast Army, they've been beaten by the Japanese until they're soulless, counting on them is no better than counting on a mother pig climbing trees!" Yang Feng said as he picked up the newspaper from the ground.
"Hah, now Chifeng is a gathering place for bandits!" he said with a glance.
It's not, now the majority of Chifeng's garrison are bandits, Sun Dianying doesn't need to be said, and the 63rd Army, which was newly formed by the Righteous and Brave Army before the war, is also mostly bandits. Deputy army commander Gong Changhai is a notorious big bandit, but it was these bandits who fought out the only battle in Rehe's anti-Japanese war that Chinese people don't have to be ashamed of.
"Not even as good as a bandit from Lianhetan!" Wang Chuanming said with hatred.
"They can't stop the Japanese army either!" Yang Feng said, what are they going to use to stop them? It's just a bunch of cannon fodder, placed on the front line to be killed by the Japanese, and then give the Northeastern Army behind them a chance to escape. No guns, no cannons, just several big knife teams. Why are they called big knife teams? Because they have no guns to use!
What kind of people are they? The remnants of the Heilongjiang Army that were scattered after the Battle of Jiangqiao, the remnants of the Jilin People's Self-Defense Army, and the remnants of the Liaoning People's Self-Defense Army in the east. They are very poor, poorly equipped, poorly commanded, and have poor military discipline. It can be said that there is not a bit of soldierly demeanor on them. But it was these trash, these cannon fodder, who stood up to the Japanese planes, artillery, and tanks, after those soldiers who were supposed to defend their homes and country had fled, and with their flesh and blood, they propped up the backbone of this nation on that ravaged land.
"Is there a way to help them?" Wang Chuanming said with a frown.
"What can we help with? They are far away in Chifeng, even if we want to help, it's out of reach!" Yang Feng said.
Suddenly he had an idea, perhaps he could really help them out a bit.
"Listen, I want to buy firearms and ammunition right now. I'll trade sulfonamide and penicillin for them. Who has a way?" Yang Feng asked Heinrichs and Richard in a coffee shop on Dongjiao Min Alley.
Richard shook his head, which was normal, after all he wasn't an arms dealer.
"What kind?" Heinritz murmured.
"Anything goes, whatever you want, rifles, pistols, submachine guns, machine guns, even hand grenades, what do I need?!"
"In that case, I might be able to think of something!" Heinze said.
"The sooner the better, it's best if we can get it tonight," said Yang Feng.
"I'll try my best."
After Heinrich hurried away, Richard's eyes rolled a few times, possibly feeling that if he didn't do something, it would affect his relationship with Yang Feng.
"Yang, maybe I can get in touch with the Tianjin garrison and get a batch of weapons from them. You also know that American arms are not selling well in your country, and most of them are traded in Shanghai. It takes time to transport them from there. I can first get a batch from the garrison and then supplement them from Shanghai."
"Thank you, Mr. Richard! I will remember your friendship!" Yang Feng said.
The two men moved quickly, and by nightfall, they had each assembled a cache of weapons. Richard's haul consisted entirely of American-made Springfield rifles, which he had obtained directly from the US military warehouse - 1,000 rifles in total, plus 50,000 rounds of ammunition, as well as 1,000 hand grenades.
Heinrich got a mess of things, including Mauser 98 rifles, semi-automatics, old-fashioned revolvers, and even a few Maxim guns, along with the corresponding ammunition.
"Thank you both, later on you can each calculate the price and then go to my place. I've already spoken with Old Li, at that time he will pay you enough medicine according to your prices." Yang Feng hastily said as he looked at the military supplies in front of him.
"Yang, where are you going?" Richard asked in surprise.
"Red Peak, deliver weapons to the 63rd Army!"
"My goodness, you're going yourself? That's over a thousand kilometers!"
"No way, I couldn't just watch them fight Japanese tanks with big knives and long spears." Yang Feng shrugged.
"You're a hero! You thought of everything, even bringing them wine. They'll appreciate it in this cold weather." Richard said, looking at the several cases of bottled white wine in the cargo hold.
Yang Feng smiled and didn't answer.
The workers quickly loaded the weapons onto his vehicle.
"Heinz said, 'I'm surprised for the first time, this truck can hold quite a lot.'"
"The Flame Yellow lab specially made for me, uses a high-horsepower turbocharged diesel engine. If you're interested, next time I can bring one to show you." Yang Feng smiled very wickedly.
Germany has already begun rearming, a high-power diesel engine suitable for tank use, I wonder how many good things they will take out to exchange?
"Why not?" Heinrich's eyes had a hint of excitement.
In the night, Yang Feng drove his car directly out of Beiping City, but he didn't plan to drive all the way to Chifeng like this. After leaving the city, he found a desolate wilderness with no one around, and the shuttle transformed into a transport aircraft full of science fiction elements.
And it's still vertical takeoff and landing.
"What kind of power are you using to fly?" Yang Feng sat in the cockpit, curiously looking at the vertically downward engines on both wings.
"Just like your jet engine, except it burns fuel to get thrust, I just heat the air." The beauty said quietly.
Eight engines simultaneously ejected high-temperature gas downwards, slowly lifting the massive transport plane, and after rising to a high altitude, the engines leveled out like arrows shooting into the night sky.
Although there is no navigation, the general direction should not be wrong. Let's calculate the distance and estimate that it's almost arrived later. At worst, I'll drive slowly to find my way again. Anyway, as long as I don't drive into a group of Japanese people, it's fine.
Who cares! Even if I fall into the Japanese army, it doesn't matter. Currently, except for planes, nothing can catch up with me. As for planes, do the Japanese have night vision devices? Do the Japanese have radar?
(Brothers, help me out and cast a few more recommendation votes, let's see if I can still make it back to the homepage.)
