The First Sacrifice of the Lonely City: The Great Country Flavor Chapter 27

  Song Yuanhang woke up at the right time. On the day of the second attack, a Japanese army lieutenant was sent to find the highest commander of the Chinese garrison for talks.

  No need to ask, Song Yuanhang was clear that this must be a surrender! So he looked at Xu Tu'an and said: "Are you in the mood to accompany me on a trip as a Japanese translator?"

  Xu suddenly became stunned, his face red with embarrassment, and hastily explained: "My Japanese level is still okay when visiting the Japanese brothel in Beiping, but it's not good enough for translation! Our hospital has several female doctors who are quite proficient in Japanese, go ask them!"

  Song Yuanhang smiled and said: "It's already good enough. I won't learn that kind of animal language. In the future, I'll have the opportunity to popularize Chinese among them!"

  Xu Tu'an smiled wryly and reluctantly followed behind Song Yuanhang.

  Song Yuanhang, who had temporarily borrowed a hat, patted the dust off his body and adjusted his collar to tidy up his military attire. However, since the button was long gone, he could only give up.

  The deputy commander of the Watanabe army, Morita Funakichi, was as curious as his superior about what kind of Chinese people were stubbornly defending their core positions to the death. Among Japanese soldiers, there was even a rumor that the ferocious-looking Chinese were eating the corpses of Japanese people.

  In front of the Chinese garrison's position, the Imperial Army's repeated offensives were ruthlessly crushed, just like waves crashing against rocks. Although they seemed extremely fierce, the rocks remained unmoved! On this path, Morita had to step on the already rotting corpses of his comrades to get through.

  Under the scorching sun, the Chinese garrison's position was as silent as death. In the ruins and broken walls, the muzzle of the gun would occasionally flash with a faint blue light. The fortifications built from the bodies of Chinese and Japanese soldiers made Morita Shoin shiver in the sweltering heat.

  At this time, a gust of wind blew from the Chinese camp, and Morita's ship hurriedly adjusted his collar subconsciously. Although the scorching weather made him feel very uncomfortable, negotiating with such a 'worthy' opponent, military uniform was naturally not sloppy.

  Song Yuanhang's appearance made Morita Funei stunned for a moment, he would never have thought that the commander of the Chinese garrison was such a young lieutenant colonel.

  Moriyama Senichi, after confirming Song Yuanhang's identity, immediately regained the so-called pride of the Imperial Army and said in a standard Beijing accent: "I only represent Lieutenant General Watanabe Toshio, demanding that you stop your futile resistance, put down your weapons immediately, and the Imperial Army will guarantee your personal safety and give you corresponding treatment!"

  Song Yuanhang and Xu Tu'an were extremely depressed by the standard Mandarin (Beijing dialect) of the little devils. After exchanging a glance, Song Yuanhang furrowed his brow, hesitated for a moment with an expression of helplessness, and said: "Please inform Lieutenant General Watabe Tadafusa that we are very sorry, due to our army's supply line being cut off, we do not have the ability to take in 2 divisions of prisoners, so we cannot accept your surrender."

  Moriyama Senichi was taken aback and hastily explained: "You must have misunderstood our intentions, it's you who should surrender! Not the Imperial Army!"

  Song Yuanhang's smile at the corner of his mouth made Sen Tianchuan feel like a fool being played with. Unfortunately, the arrogant and invincible Imperial Army was indeed unbeatable, or rather, its casualties were unacceptable. Since negotiations could resolve the issue, why shed blood? For this reason, he had to make every effort to facilitate the negotiations!

  Moriwaki Senichi glanced at the several tattered Chinese soldiers behind Xu Tian'an and Song Yuanhang, smiling and saying: "I ask you to reconsider carefully, for your personal selfish loyalty, to bury thousands of lives, this funeral is really grand!"

  "Colonel Morita! You speak fluent Chinese, perhaps you're also well-versed in China's history, so you think you understand China's cultural heritage? Today I'm going to tell you that you're wrong! For thousands of years, dynasties have risen and fallen, but no foreign power has ever truly conquered this land or its people. It won't happen in the past, it won't happen now, and it won't happen in the future! Although we lack planes, tanks, and artillery, we don't lack passion and life. If not in one year, then two years; if not in two years, then three years; five years, ten years, twenty years... eventually we will triumph! Our enemies have only one fate: annihilation!"

  The cheers of the Chinese soldiers thoroughly disheartened Serita, who knew that trying to persuade the Chinese troops in front of him to surrender was less practical than having Headquarters change their battle plans.

  Moriyama Funai raised his hand in a standard military salute and turned to leave when Song Yuanhang suddenly called out to him!

  Song Yuanhang paused for a moment, and in a tone that seemed like an old friend, said: "Moriyama Lieutenant! No matter what your original purpose was for learning Chinese, but today I congratulate you! If you have the fate to return to Japan, your children will have such a good Chinese teacher as you. Please pray every night before sleep, facing the sky and praying that you don't lose this war, otherwise your children will only be able to speak Chinese in the future, and after one or two hundred years, Japan will become a forgotten term."

  Song Yuanhang's arrogance enraged Morita Jun, a former deputy intelligence officer of Manchukuo, who tried to make a show of force. To his surprise, Song Yuanhang had somehow picked up a submachine gun and was smiling at him, as if daring him to take another step forward or he would open fire.

  Moriyama Senichi finally made a request to collect the bodies, citing that in such hot weather, rotting corpses could easily lead to outbreaks of epidemic diseases, which would be disadvantageous for both armies.

  Song Yuanhang hesitated for a moment before agreeing to Senzaki's request. The stinking corpses were not only affecting the Japanese army, but also posing a health risk to the Chinese defenders. Besides, they could also recover some ammunition from the bodies of both sides. Why not do it?

  So both sides agreed to send 200 people each to collect the bodies thirty minutes later! Song Yuanhang calculated that it would take at least half a day for 200 people to drag more than 3,000 corpses, which was just enough time to relieve some pressure and let the troops rest for a while.

  Song Yuanhang's abacus was naturally understood by the Japanese, but they were also very helpless and had no choice but to agree.

  Morita Funeichi returned to the division headquarters and reported to Watanabe Masao the entire process of contacting the Chinese garrison, and this intelligence professional deputy officer did not miss even the details of Song Yuanhang's gestures.

  Watanabe Masao scratched his head after listening to Morita Shōichi's report and said, "He's a tough guy to deal with. What kind of person do you think he is, Morita?"

  "What kind of person?"

  Moriyama Funai was taken aback by Watanabe Masao's question! After careful consideration, Moriyama Funai replied respectfully: "Your Excellency, I think Song Yuanhang is an extremely dangerous Chinese nationalist, and not as described in the intelligence report, a guy who rose through the ranks relying on connections. This man is very good at boosting the morale of soldiers, from his gun-holding posture, he is a seasoned veteran with rich combat experience! He is a strong-willed person who can ignore death, with a flavor that other Chinese people do not have!"

  "Oh! What a flavor?" Watanabe Masao gazed at the serious expression of Morita Fune, and was astonished to find that his proud deputy had given such a high evaluation to the enemy.

  Moriyama paused for a moment and said seriously: "A strong sense of arrogant nationalism!"

  "Is this opponent just a lieutenant colonel? An unknown person who relies on connections? China is really too big!" Watanabe Masao sighed and decided to visit Takeuchi Hiroshi, who was also being grilled over the fire.

  Highly praised Song Yuanghai is now delaying time for the sake of survival, and has even resorted to dragging corpses. He is collecting as many Japanese weapons and ammunition as possible in the underground room. A soldier who was blinded by an explosion is groaning in pain due to lack of anesthesia, and begs Commander Song to end his life quickly by hugging his leg as he passes by.

  In the ancient city, Chinese soldiers in tattered clothes and with rumbling stomachs endured the intense stench, braving the Japanese army's cold guns and cannons, searching for usable weapons and ammunition among the ruins and on the corpses of both sides.

  Meanwhile, in the Jin Du Theater in Chongqing, the crowd was surging. Under the accompaniment of a dinner party with champagne and Western-style desserts, gentlemen dressed in suits and leather shoes escorted their glamorous companions to the stage, shining brightly. They were here to celebrate the "Great Victory of Songhu" achieved by the front-line soldiers! This battle example, known as the paradigm of the world's defense by the Allies, including Americans and British people.

  A hoarse female voice broadcast: "Celebrating the National Army's victory in the Battle of Taierzhuang, annihilating over 20,000 Japanese bandits!"

  Chiang Kai-shek did not give a speech as he usually did, but instead made a brief appearance in the crowd before leaving the celebration site. Soong Mei-ling, who was by Chiang's side, knew that he was unhappy about this.

  Soon, everyone knew a familiar yet unfamiliar name! The anti-Japanese hero Song Yuanhang!

  Back at the Gongguan, Chiang Kai-shek summoned his staff who had been waiting for a long time. As soon as He Yingqin entered the house, he found that on the huge sandbox in the combat room, there was a pair of couplets?

  As soon as I walked in and took a look, I felt disappointed. This was written by an old man for his beloved wife, Dai Anru!

  Tiger head eats meat with masculine posture

  Gazing at the Long March of Ten Thousand Miles

  Dancing with the enemy, joyful and without worry.

  Wrapped in horse hide to repay great ambition

  Regretfully, Da Xun's collection is incomplete.

  What is your expectation of pain?

  After reading the telegram, He Yingqin's heart sank. The 200th Division was surrounded by Japanese troops in Songhu, and the newly arrived 22nd Division led by Liao Yaohuang and the 96th Division were both blocked by the Japanese! Those damned British people, it took the 96th Division 8 days to march 150 kilometers of railway? Giving the Japanese ample time to build defensive fortifications! Sometimes it's really unclear which side these British people are on?!

  How can we turn this dead chess game into a living one? Chiang Kai-shek gave his staff a huge problem.