The First Part of National Humiliation: The Lonely City's Bloody Battle Chapter 3 Chinese-Style Bamboo Pole

  "Ah!" Song Yuanhang saw Scott's appearance of being reluctant to part with his wealth, and thought to himself that only the British could occupy other people's things with such a sense of justice and righteousness. He was clearly a group of hypocritical colonizers who appeared to be kind but were actually cruel. Song knew he had to teach this British guy a lesson.

  The sudden burst of smile on Song Yuanhang's face sent chills down Scott's spine, especially the white collar stained with blood, making Song look more like a messenger from hell. Facing this British general who had defeated famous people in battle and even entered parliament after retiring from politics, sporting a neatly trimmed Guards-style mustache.

  Song Yuanhang smiled and walked over to Scott, regardless of whether he was willing or not, and put his hand on his shoulder. In fluent and pure London English, he said: "If I reveal the fact that you have been embezzling and stealing Allied aid materials for China, think about it, a British Army Major General openly stealing military supplies from the Allies during China's most difficult time in the war, what a sensational news story this would be! The person who made the British lose face among the Allies, do you think your Prime Minister Churchill will let him off?"

  Scott stared at Song Yuanhang with an astonished gaze for a while, and after he was sure that this crazy Chinese man wasn't scaring himself, he looked around and sneered: "Colonel Song! I have to remind you, you're also involved in the theft, according to your Chinese military law, you'll be shot!"

  Scott's threat made Song Yuanhang feel a hint of fear, this British man who was usually arrogant and overbearing was shaken and afraid.

  "So, Song Yuanhang immediately intensified his tone: 'What you said is not wrong! However, please don't ignore my identity. In China, the law is made for those without power. My General, I believe the laws of the great British Empire will be more just than ours, haha! Haha ha!"

  "Are you really going to monopolize it? You can't consume that much, it's over 800 tons of ammunition and military supplies!" Scott, who was finally enraged, seemed to have made a last concession.

  Song Yuanhang, with a sly smile at the corner of his mouth, thought to himself: You British people are still not satisfied with embezzling aid materials for China? And you have the nerve to negotiate with others while taking other people's things? Probably only the British can do this.

  Song Yuanhang calmly stretched out his index finger and gently waved it, saying: "You're wrong, General. I'm a person with very high ideals since birth, so my appetite is big! It's 8,000 tons, 80,000 tons! I'll eat it all today!"

  To match the momentum of the last sentence, Song Yuanghai suddenly stood up and slammed the coffee cup to the ground! The soft plush wool handmade rug made Song Yuanghai's attempt fail, he didn't hear a crisp shattering sound, the 14th-century antique coffee cup bounced gently on the rug.

  You... you! Scott scolded you for half a day, and you didn't come up with any explanation. He painfully glanced at the antique carpet that Song Yuanhang had spilled coffee on, which was worth enough to buy a small estate in England! After weighing his options, Scott finally stomped his foot in frustration and left the club with several deputy officers.

  As he walked out of the club, Scott gritted his teeth and swore! I will absolutely not let you off, you bastard... Song Yuanhang!

  Afraid of having too many dreams, the British are making trouble. Song Yuanghai arranged for a constabulary company to immediately take over the military supply warehouse. Then he called Xu Tu'an, who had an expression of admiration on his face, to his side and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and support me, prepare the car to go to the field hospital of the 200th Division, notify the military doctors there to make preparations, I'm going to die from pain! So much blood has been lost, what a loss! Is that female military doctor still there? The one who is not very old but looks very good? What's her name?"

  Xu Tu'an only then realized that Song Yuanhang had been holding on all along, and it was truly a case of wanting money but not life! Having reached this point, he still had his mind on the female military doctor from the 200th Division...

  Xu Tu'an was left speechless by Song Yuanhang's question. The 200th Division's field hospital had over twenty female medical officers, among whom seven or eight were newly assigned returned overseas students, and most importantly, these girls all looked like celestial beauties in Xu Tu'an's eyes.

  Looking at Xu Tu'an's expression of being at a loss, Song Yuanhang waved his hand in annoyance!

  As soon as he got on the car, Song Yuanhang slapped Xu Tu'an's thigh fiercely, saying: "Damn Scott, he still owes me thirty boxes of ammunition money that hasn't been paid! Let the troops leave two rows and help them clean up the underground warehouse of the club."

  Xu Tu'an naturally understood what Song Yuanhang meant by "collecting" himself, and rubbed his own thigh which had been slapped until it was numb. He said with a bitter face: "Chief of Staff, why don't you slap your own thigh? My leg is all numb!"

  Song Yuanhang looked at Xu Tu'an with an idiot-like gaze for a few seconds and said, "I'm not stupid, slapping my own thigh hurts myself!"

  Upon arrival at the war zone hospital, Song Yuanhang arranged for Xu Tu'an to contact several regimental commanders and battalion commanders of the 200th Division, instructing: "Tomorrow morning, after completing the classification and inventory of materials, let the Military Police Company distribute the materials to the troops!"

  Xu Tu'an knew that Song Yuanhang had already considered this batch of materials as his own pocket money, but Song Yuanhang wanted to distribute these weapons and supplies to the troops of the 200th Division, which was far beyond his expectations! So he blurted out: "Really want to give things to the 200th Division? They won't pay for it!"

  Song Yuanhang saw Xu Tu'an's surprised expression and said seriously: "What are you talking about? This battle not only concerns the life and death of my expeditionary army, but also the first major battle for Chinese soldiers to go abroad. The morale of the troops cannot be revealed, with these weapons and supplies, we can more effectively support the 200th division. It doesn't matter if I am misunderstood personally, now international relations are based on strength, and the military is even more so. We must let the British see how our Chinese army fights, this is not the Opium War era!"

  All the way, Xu Tu'an was silent and speechless. The change in Song Yuanhang was really too great! The change was so great that it was like a different person? A smooth and slippery young master like soap, who had been racking his brains to steal and sell the second hundred division's military supplies, suddenly turned into a patriotic youth who didn't care about personal honor or shame? Say he loves money! Does the Song family still lack money? The things that were obtained at great risk were divided up in an instant, leaving him with nothing? When did this young master Song's patriotic sentiments reach a level worthy of admiration? Xu Tu'an felt that he was becoming more and more unable to see through Song Yuanhang. Was everything before just an illusion? Did he deliberately steal and sell military supplies to set a trap for the British?

  Good heavens! Xutu An was drenched in cold sweat and didn't dare think about it anymore!

  When Song Yuanhang found out that the one who was going to bandage him was an old man, he looked around and hesitated for a while before reluctantly letting the old doctor bandage him.

  The old doctor also saw through Song Yuanhang's mind, and while bandaging, he said: "Those girls have all been sent back to the military department by Master Shi. Their surgical techniques and theories are very comprehensive, but they lack a bit of actual clinical experience. Such talents can't be lost!"

  Although Song Yuanhang was somewhat disappointed, in comparison, he would rather the female medical officers stay behind, at least they wouldn't be in danger for the time being.

  When Scott learned that the club's stock of several hundred kilograms of opium and some supplies had been seized, he didn't even say goodbye, and at 2 am, he took the command post to withdraw overnight. The remaining Indian troops were in a mess, gathering for an entire morning, and it wasn't until noon that they were ready. The British army's chaos gave Song Yuanghai another opportunity. Yesterday, when seizing the British officers' club, they didn't find those thirty boxes of military supplies, worth 50,000 pounds! Especially those Mauser sniper rifles that Song Yuanghai had set his heart on.

  Under the name of armed assistance to friendly forces, Song Yuanhang sent all his own regiment to the roadblock. Although the British Army's 1st Burma Division had only one regiment left, the lazy Indians and Burmese would not carry too much equipment, so most of the equipment was transported by car teams.

  He couldn't bear to part with his children, nor could he catch the wolf, so Song Yuanhang took out all his savings and the team's food expenses!

  When Xu Tu'an learned about the task he was going to carry out, his mouth opened wide enough to stuff a goose egg in. Surprised as he was, Song Yuanhang's order was thoroughly executed. As a result, at various intersections, Chinese garrison troops were smiling all over their faces, holding large stacks of banknotes to purchase weapons and equipment from the British 1st Division. Who wouldn't want to make money without having to fight? This was too good an opportunity for the naturally lazy Indians and Burmese.

  Half an hour later, the money was all spent? Song Yuanhang looked at the truckloads of equipment and ammunition, as well as that seemingly foolish but penny-pinching Indian fellow, Song Yuanhang thought of a trick from later generations - IOU!

  A soldier with stone carving skills was recruited to the Gendarmerie Command, and he received an order to engrave a badge for the Headquarters of the 1st Division of British Forces in Burma within half an hour.

  "What a loss, what a thorough loss!" Xu Tu'an despised Song Yuanhang on the one hand, and on the other hand, he gave a loud stamp to the Indians and Burmese who went back to ask the British for money.

  Looking at the Indians and Burmese with their eyebrows raised in laughter, Song Yuanghai curled his lip and dropped a sentence about a group of ignorant fools before coming to the side of an army supply officer with a gloomy expression. He muttered to himself: "In my early years, a fortune teller said that I was lacking in gold among the five elements. Now it seems that this saying has come true. No matter how much money I have, I can't keep it."

  Xu Tu'an, who was stamping his seal, hummed softly and thought to himself: "You little brat, where are you five elements lacking in metal? It's clearly a lack of morality! Which army in the world allows soldiers to sell their weapons for cash and come back asking for money?"

  Just as Song Yuanhang was about to leave, the sound of roaring engines came from the intersection. Judging by the sound, Song Yuanhang knew it was a tank. The heavy equipment of the 200th Division was still in the country, where did the tanks come from?

  However, in a short while, five hundred men's team leaders plus one command vehicle appeared in everyone's line of sight. Song Yuanhang's eyes began to shine with sharp light, and he knew that this should be the direct unit under the British Army's 1st Division stationed in Burma.

  As expected, all the officers and soldiers were white people. The British are not as easily deceived as Indians and Burmese, so the fake badges and certificates would be useless.

  The arrogant British major swung his golden hair, and didn't even put the Chinese colonel in front of him, who was only as tall as his nose, in his eyes. He glanced at the oil truck parked by the road and the noisy Indian-Burmese soldiers, and with a commanding tone, loudly ordered Song Yuanhang: "Yellow monkey, fill up the tank with oil immediately, clean the tracks, we're about to set off!"

  Seeing that the Chinese soldiers did not react, the British major patted the tank with his hand, pointed to the oil truck and said in stiff Mandarin: "Add... oil!"

  Song Yuanhang, who was driving the tank, glanced at the arrogant British major and thought to himself: You guys didn't even fire a shot before running away with your tails between your legs, and yet you still have the nerve to act so smug? Truly unprecedented!

  It wasn't until Song Yuanghai asked with a patient attitude that he found out that this Mr. Edward was actually the deputy commander of the Royal Heavy Tank Battalion of the 7th Armored Brigade of the British Army, and it's no wonder that Edward was so arrogant, because he himself was also a member of the royal family.

  In the early stages of cooperation, Allied officers would only salute Chinese generals when they saw them, mainly because the Chinese army did not hold command positions in the alliance and was a supporting force. No wonder the British had their eyes on top of their heads.

  Edward and his British subordinates' arrogant smiles and vicious jokes almost made Song Yuanghai want to beat them up, apparently the British did not think that anyone in the Chinese army present could understand English, even if they could understand English, what could they do?

  The language barrier made Song Yuanhang realize a rare opportunity, he suddenly grasped Edward's hands tightly and said in a grateful tone: "It's still the Allied Forces who understand us! Knowing that we need heavy-duty tractors, thank you so much, Major Edward!"

  "What?" Edward, who roughly understood Chinese, thought he hadn't made himself clear, or that the Chinese military officer in front of him hadn't understood, after all, there were just too many dialects in China.

  "Just refueling, just... refueling, understand?" Edward flipped through the Chinese communication handbook with a frown, and after a while, he looked around at the Chinese soldiers staring at him. In a hurry, Edward shouted in English: "NO, NO!"

  "Are you going to give us all your clothes as well? That's more than enough!" Song Yuanhang waved his hand, and a group of Chinese soldiers rushed up.

  Five minutes later, Major wore British-style white four-angle briefs, with his soldiers, holding Song Yuanhang's IOU note, and continued on the road in two trucks sponsored by Song Yuanhang. The reason why Song Yuanhang detained their uniforms was that the logistics department of the 200th Division did not have a coverall driving suit, although the British one was a bit larger, it could still be used after some alterations.

  Xu Tu'an, standing at the crossroads, anxiously watched as the British car drove away in the distance. He knew that those two cars didn't have much gasoline left. Glancing at Song Yuanhang beside him with a sly expression, Xu Tu'an knew this kid had done it on purpose...

  But Song Yuanhang's IOU later caused a considerable stir over the question of who borrowed from whom!

  IOU

  Through friendly negotiations, today we borrow five tanks and one command vehicle from the Seventh Armored Brigade of the Allied Forces.

  Expeditionary Army Military Police Command

  March 10th, 1942