The First Book of National Martyr's Lonely City Blood War Chapter 43: The Oriole in the Rear (Collected)

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  At dusk, the two battalions of Song Yuhang had approached the rear guard company of Sun Liren's 113th Regiment. The company commander was a Shandong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, surnamed Jiang, who was very happy to see the arrival of the 200th Regiment for support. An aide pointed at Song Yuhang and said to him: "That is the regimental commander of the 200th Regiment, Song."

  Jiang Lianchang didn't dare to slack off and immediately ran over to give Song Yuhang a crisp military salute, then grinned mischievously.

  As soon as they saw each other, Song Yu Hang swiftly squatted down by the side of the car, vigilantly gazing at the dense thicket by the roadside, silently cursing the other person as a blockhead.

  It was then that Jiang Lianchang noticed that Song Tuanzhang seemed to be wearing the wrong clothes or had put on the wrong military rank? Junior Captain Battalion Commander?

  Song Yuhang, who didn't have time to explain, asked Jiang Lianchang to report the situation immediately. As a result, this Jiang Lianchang was also unclear about what he had been asked, and the order he received was to build fortifications by the river, and after the troops successfully attacked, they would cover and retreat.

  Song Yu-Hang knew that in history, Sun Li-Ren launched an attack on foot at 11 pm tonight, clearing the Japanese troops on the north bank of Binhe River by noon tomorrow, and then launching a general offensive on the south bank.

  The actual besieging British army was only the 214th Regiment of the Japanese 33rd Division, led by Colonel Sakuma Shozo, with two understrength battalions. The commander of the 113th Regiment of the New 38th Division, Liu Fangwu, was a brave general himself, and his troops were not lacking in elite soldiers. This time, he also had the division commander Sun Liren personally commanding the troops.

  Song Yu-Hang smiled wryly to himself, thinking that he was also too nervous. If he rashly led his troops to help, there would be a suspicion of stealing credit! Thinking of this, Song Yu-Hang immediately deployed his troops to build fortifications in Jieman Village on the north bank to ensure the safety of Sun Li-Ren's right rear wing.

  Sun Liren, upon learning that Song Yuhang had led his troops to arrive, did not come to the front line. Instead, he chose to build fortifications in his own rear, showing concern for the safety of his own rear guard. Instantly, his evaluation of Song Yuhang rose to a new level.

  In Sun Li-ren's view, a soldier cannot take personal gains and losses too seriously. Completing orders at all costs is the duty of a soldier, unfortunately, including himself, he can't do it, after all, people are not saints!

  After deploying the attack, Sun Liren beamed with joy and waved the telegram in his hand at Liu Fangwu, smiling: "Six telegrams arrived within an hour, one more urgent than the other, one more sincere than the other! The British gentlemen are almost on their knees!"

  Liu Fangwu casually grabbed his military cap and wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying: "So the British devils have their day too? What happened to their arrogance back then?"

  Sun Li-ren stared at Liu Fangwu and said seriously: "You are also a high-ranking officer, so in the future, say less of this kind of thing that affects the unity of the Allied forces."

  At this moment, the thick smoke on the south bank of the Bin River is so thick that it blocks out the sun, and within ten or twenty meters, people can hardly be seen. The oil wells that were bombed and set ablaze have flames shooting up tens or even hundreds of meters high, scorching the land for several hundred meters around with a crackling sound. The British 1st Division and 7th Armoured Brigade, which are surrounded by the Japanese army, are now suffering from the severe after-effects of their destruction of the oil wells in the previous few days.

  Sun Liren said that at this moment, they have all become the British gentlemen of Zaowangye. If they could kneel down, they would have done so already. Surrounded on the small high ground, they had been cut off from water and food for two whole days! The British soldiers, suffering from hunger and thirst, were so parched under the scorching heat that they even drank their own urine. The troops had already fallen into a state of collapse.

  The commander of this British force was Major General Scoot, who after handing over the pass to the 200th Division, moved westwards and got himself into a muddle, retreating without clear orders and getting surrounded by the Japanese. After being informed by Alexander that Chinese troops had arrived, he and Corps Commander Slim sent repeated messages to Sun Li-jen, begging him to launch an immediate attack.

  After dispatching the vanguard to search, Song Yuhang leaned against a big tree, watching his soldiers dig trenches and build fortifications. A mortar company and an anti-tank gun company that followed him were still on standby in their vehicles, and Song Yuhang had no intention of letting them take action.

  Savoring the cool coffee in the ice bucket, Song Yu Hang once again looked down on the British with disdain, losing a battle to one but enjoying it as if he had won dozens...

  Song Yuhang glanced at Xu Tu'an, who was still holding the coffee pot and standing beside him, and said: "Old Xu! You're now the deputy chief of staff of our 200th mechanized brigade. Can't you not be like a duty soldier? You keep staring at me, how can I drink?"

  Xu Tu'an smiled slightly, took the bottle and poured a few mouthfuls: "Do you think I want to? I'm representing everyone to watch you, so that if something happens, you won't take up your gun and go on your own. Now, Mengzi hasn't left the hospital yet, when he comes back, I'll naturally step down."

  As soon as he mentioned Mengzi, Song Yuhang couldn't help but think of the battle with Tonggu, and countless familiar yet strange faces appeared in his mind - Lao Bansheng who blew up tanks, Xiao Jinan who charged towards the enemy with his body on fire, and Xiao Nanjing who fell into his arms.

  Song Yuhang, who was suddenly reminded of his sad past, stood up abruptly. Xu Tu'an hastily handed over the coffee pot, and Song Yuhang glanced at Xu Tu'an and said: "You've drunk from it before, I don't want it, you have bad breath!"

  "What?"

  Xu Tu'an opened his mouth wide and said to Song Yu Hang: "Who has bad breath? Come and smell it!" As he spoke, he walked towards Song Yu Hang.

  Song Yuhang cursed without turning his head: "I heard your grandma is a piece of shit!"

  He immediately kicked a soldier who was watching the excitement and forgot to dig trenches, saying: "Laugh your ass off, that half bottle of coffee is yours!"

  "Deputy Chief of Staff Xu! Inform the troops to prepare for three lines of defense, all lines must have trenches connected by roads, and there must be concentrated hidden positions. The alternative firing positions for heavy machine guns cannot be less than three. Order the 37th Anti-Aircraft Artillery Battalion and the 60th Mortar Battalion to deploy in the second line of defense." Song YuHang turned around and left.

  Xu Tu'an understood Song Yu Hang's personality, he called the things arranged by his duties must be executed immediately and unconditionally, so he immediately set out to arrange.

  The old soldier who got the coffee pot was immediately surrounded by a circle of soldiers nearby, all shouting to taste a small mouthful. The old soldier had no choice but to hold the pot himself and painfully give each person a small mouthful.

  Without exception, all the Chinese soldiers who had drunk it had a look of disgust on their faces. He really couldn't understand how the regiment commander could drink this medicinal-tasting stuff with such relish?

  The British had a hard time, while the Japanese were much more comfortable. The 33rd Division of the Japanese army has been smooth sailing since entering Burma, they have not encountered the British army, nor have they met the hard bones like the 200th division, except for the blocking of the new 22nd division at Xinwaliang River, which brought them some trouble, and the rest of the battles were more like a march.

  Compared to Takeuchi Hiroshi and Watanabe Tadashi, who were repeatedly scolded by the Imperial General Headquarters for their incompetence, Lieutenant General Sakai Tadayoshi, commander of the 33rd Division, was in high spirits! Born into a noble family, Sakai had studied in Germany and unlike most Japanese people, he enjoyed Western-style steaks and disliked raw fish. He also looked down on those who lost all semblance of being Imperial soldiers after just a few drinks.

  When he heard that the commander of the 2nd Division had used two regiments to take advantage of the unique terrain of Ren'anping, implementing a tactic of geographical isolation and fragmentation encirclement, suddenly surrounding the British 1st Infantry Division and the 7th Armored Brigade, Sakai Shozo opened up the map, checked the telegrams from the military department over the past few days, and suddenly discovered that the 11th Infantry Regiment of the 6th Division had also appeared in Ren'anping?

  No matter what, the credit for this victory cannot be taken away by those savages in Kumamoto, so Sakai Shōzō hastily ordered Lieutenant General Araki Sadao to lead the division's mobile unit to provide reinforcements.

  Sun Liren, who was eager to break through, faced Sakuma's lieutenant general, who was eager to build his achievements, and Song Yuhang, who was idle on the side, thinking that he would have nothing to do. Moreover, there were also troops from the Sixth Division hiding in the woods, waiting patiently.

  It seems like a good show is about to begin!