The First Part of the National Martyr's Lonely City Blood War Chapter 4: The Initial Encounter with Dai Anruo

  At noon, Song Yuanhang was informed by Xu Tuan'an that the 30 boxes of ammunition had been found in the hands of a Burmese armed group organized by the British. There was also a small unpleasantness over the retrieval of this batch of ammunition.

  Unlike Song Yuanhang, who rushed to inspect the military supplies, Dai Anrui, who was busy inspecting the defensive fortifications, only learned about Song's radical behavior when he had lunch. When he heard that Song had stripped the British, who loved face the most, down to their underwear, this iron-faced man couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of rice.

  Dai Anrui, who had gotten a great bargain, naturally wouldn't go looking for trouble with Song Yuanhang. Compared to the commotion last night, stripping several dozen British soldiers was now a trivial matter.

  For Dai Anrui, Song Yuanghai was actually a dispensable person. For his previous actions, as long as they were not too excessive, he had always turned a blind eye and did not allow pursuit! In his opinion, if the old man in Chongqing didn't pursue Song Yuanghai, everyone would be happy. If he pursued it, he would transfer Song Yuanghai away, which would also eliminate a heart disease for himself. Otherwise, if they really clashed with the Japanese, how could he afford to keep this prince there? What if something went wrong and Madame Chiang got furious? Not only his own future would be affected, but also the entire 200th Division might be implicated.

  Suddenly, David Andrews had the idea of meeting this young man. He recalled that he had rushed to Scott's headquarters early yesterday morning to hand over the command, but Scott had refused him on the grounds of having afternoon tea and did not appear until noon, when David was seething with rage.

  Looking back, Song Yuanghai's means of achieving his goal were somewhat despicable, but Dai Anrui did not deny that these means were indeed effective, and even helped him vent his anger! Moreover, it made the British spit out what they had eaten, which shows that Song Yuanghai is absolutely not to be underestimated.

  "Has Master Shi arrived?" A loud voice interrupted Dai An's train of thought, and in the blink of an eye, a tall and sturdy black man strode in through the door.

  "Sir!" The big black man straightened his back and stood at attention with a loud "click".

  Dai An's head didn't turn back, he put down his rice bowl and said with a sinking face: "They all say that Wu Jiuming, the captain of the 600th regiment in my Five Tigers General, is stingy. One child can be split into eight pieces of flowers, what's wrong? Can't even eat a mouthful of food in your team?"

  Wu Jiuming wiped the dust and sweat from his face, grinned and said: "Master, which son of a bitch is messing with me behind my back! If I don't give it to them, can I still not give it to you? Look, I even left a bottle of 50-year-old Moutai for you!"

  "Maotai?" Dai An looked at Wu Jiuming with a puzzled expression.

  Wu Jiuming proudly pulled out a cowhide paper package from the box under the bed, saying: "This was given to me by the commander-in-chief when I went on expedition. I haven't dared to drink it until now!"

  Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with an air of a scholar, was the Deputy Chief of Staff of the 200th Division, Zhou Zhai. Although he looked refined and courteous, once he opened his mouth, he would surely astonish people.

  "Look at you, you're still so obsessed with money! We've been preparing to set out for half a month now, and I've been stuck in this camp with all of you. You're not even providing decent food or drink, and yet you have the nerve to try to curry favor with our leader by hiding away good stuff? Be careful, or you'll end up kissing his horse's hooves!"

  Wu Jiuming was made to feel a bit embarrassed by Zhou Zhai's words, and he rubbed his hands together, saying: "That wine was originally prepared for celebrating the victory over the devils after we finished off the ghosts. Today, we received so many weapons and supplies from Song, the chief of staff of the constabulary regiment. We can't be too stingy, right? Tonight, we'll have a banquet to welcome Song Yuanhang and bring some gifts to the commander-in-chief!"

  Thinking of the urgently needed weapons, equipment and supplies brought by Song Yuanhang, Dai An couldn't eat his meal anymore. Previously, he was disdainful of meeting this gold-plated young master who came to curry favor, but now? Both emotionally and rationally, he had to meet this young master from the Song family.

  After pacing around the command center for a few rounds, Dai Anrui loudly said: "Deputy Li, start my car and go to the Garrison Command of the Constabulary, pick up Chief of Staff Song and tell him I'm treating him to dinner!"

  Wu Jiuming heard that Shizu was treating him to a meal, and he hastily prepared to put away the wine, thinking that Shizu's treat didn't need any help. Before he could even wrap up the wine, he heard Dai Anrui, who had already arrived at the door, say: "Don't put it away, I know you have two bottles, bring your wine tonight and I'll be the host at Fengyu Xuan."

  "Wu Jiu Ming hastily chased to the door and shouted: "Master! I'm bringing wine for you, isn't that making trouble and sweeping your face? Master, don't go! Master!"

  After checking the military supplies under the scorching sun, Song Yuanhang returned to the Kempeitai headquarters in the new city district of Tonggu Ancient City and unexpectedly found a treasure! Three US-made M3A1 light tanks? How could the Kempeitai possibly have tanks?

  Xu Tu'an naturally couldn't clarify Song Yuanhang's idiotic question, and only vaguely said: "That is Deputy Commander Du specially arranged for the Chief of Staff to use at his discretion!"

  Xu Tu'an's words, combined with that classic "you know why I'm asking you" expression, made Song Yuanhang suddenly enlightened, and after messing around for half a day, it turned out that it was Du Yuming, the deputy commander of the expeditionary army, who had given himself an escape route.

  Song Yuanhang understood that he would allocate the scarce war chariots to himself, and probably Director Du also had his own unbearable difficulties.

  March in Myanmar is like a fiery sun, with temperatures soaring to 44 degrees Celsius, scorching the ground and sending waves of heat swirling upwards, shrouding everything in the distance in a haze.

  At this moment, inside the Central Bank Garrison Command in Tonggu New Town, all the garrison soldiers had taken off their shirts and were wearing shorts, with a wet towel on each of their heads. Although everyone was sweating profusely, they all had happy smiles on their faces.

  A middle-aged man with a military officer's demeanor, carrying an iron megaphone, shouted loudly: "Everyone, put in more effort! The Chief of Staff said that at noon, high-temperature subsidies will be distributed to everyone. If that brother is hot and tired, he can take a break under the eaves, where there are cool tea and fruit waiting. However, the construction work in your hands must be done neatly and the standard must exceed that of the 200th Division by one fold! This is for our own use!"

  After Meng Xianzhong, the battalion commander, finished speaking, Song Yuanhang, who was also bare-chested and wearing shorts, ran out again with a bowl of tea in one hand and a fan in the other, adding: "There are no British devils in the city now. Tonight's patrol is suspended, extra dishes and wine will be served, everyone can enjoy themselves! One thing to note: No troublemaking after drinking!"

  "Hurray! Long live the Chief of Staff!" Amidst the cheers of the soldiers, Song Yuanhang, who was dizzy from the heat, hastily ran back to a shaded area.

  Dai Anrui's deputy easily found Song Yuanghai, a figure of great importance within the ancient city. After sizing him up, he stood at attention and saluted: "The Commander-in-Chief has ordered me to come and escort General Advisor Song. Tonight, there will be a banquet in your honor at Fengyu Pavilion, hosted by overseas Chinese!"

  "Is Commander Dai inviting me?" Song Yuanhang was surprised and his heart was filled with boundless excitement. He clearly knew that the first star of China's first mechanized division was about to fall in Burma, and he wondered if he should remind him. In the future battle to defend Guo, the 200th Division would not be facing just one division as planned, but two fully equipped divisions and an elite reconnaissance regiment.

  In a dozen or so days, this place will be surrounded by the Japanese army like an iron wall, and what can I use to help Dai Anrui? Is history really easy to change? But thinking that I have recovered hundreds of tons of weapons and ammunition swallowed up by the British army in history, isn't this a variable? Maybe Dai Anrui won't die either.

  Thinking of this, Song Yuanhang regained his confidence and saw Dai Anrui, who was naturally not sloppy. Wearing a summer long gown and trousers, with every button on his uniform perfectly in place, Song Yuanhang finished dressing up. Dai Anrui's deputy was taken aback at first, then cast a glance of appreciation.

  Sitting in the car, Song Yuanhang's back was instantly drenched in sweat! After giving the driver and deputy officer a pack of cigarettes each, they saw that Song Yuanhang didn't put on any airs, and the atmosphere inside the car gradually became more lively. After chatting for a while, Song Yuanhang learned that Dai Anrui was currently inspecting defenses at the 131 high ground in the suburbs.

  "We're also going to 131 Heights!" Song Yuanghai's action made the driver pause for a moment, and then he cast his eyes towards the deputy officer. The phrase "guest follows host" was just a polite saying, like today's case, who dared to shoot Indian soldiers at the entrance of the British military club, extort a British major general, and strip the British armored troops? Wherever he wanted to go was fine! Now, behind the entire 200th Division, the constabulary patrol team was secretly called "stripped bare"! It meant that if you fell into their hands, you would only have a bare bottom left.

  In the command post 300 meters behind the wind direction line of Mountain 131, Song Yuanhang saw Dai Anlan. He was about 170 cm tall, with a shaved head, a pair of tiger eyes that seemed to be gazing at him, thick and bushy eyebrows, a yellow shirt with a missing button and a patch, a pair of shorts full of wrinkles, and a pair of almost unrecognizable leather shoes on his bare feet. This was the real Dai Anlan.

  Dai Anrui, who was studying the deployment with his staff officers, did not notice Song Yuanghai's arrival. He furrowed his brow, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and pointed to the map with his fingers holding the cigarette: "The terrain of Tonggu is generally good, with the Yangwa Railway running through the city. To the west of the railway is the old city, and to the east is the new city. The old city wall is 20 meters high and 13 meters thick, all made of bluestone bricks, which is a very good defensive fortification. The new city has dense buildings and crisscrossing streets, which is conducive to street fighting. The city also has the Xitang River as a screen on the east side. The only problem is this 131 high ground and the Krong Airport more than ten miles away."

  At this time, the staff in the command post had already noticed Song Yuanhang's special existence. When Dai Anrui turned around and found that his subordinates' expressions were not right, he discovered a neatly dressed lieutenant colonel standing at the door.

  Song Yuanhang stood at attention and saluted: "Colonel Song Yuanhang of the Military Councillor's Guard Regiment, reporting for duty!"

  The 200th Division was affiliated with the 5th Army. The predecessor of this division was the Armored Vehicle Battalion directly under the Military Affairs Commission of the National Government, which was reorganized into an armored brigade (brigade commander Du Yuming) in March 1937 by combining with the 2nd Transportation Troop's armored car team. In January 1938, the brigade expanded to become the 200th Division (five regiments, over 20,000 people), with the original brigade commander Du Yuming serving as the first division commander of this division, which was China's first mechanized division and directly commanded by the Military Affairs Commission.