Chapter 43: The Sorrowful Exercise Meeting (Part 2)

  Inside Guangfu County, many people have already gathered around.

  Under a banner on the table, a handsome officer in National Army uniform seemed to be organizing some kind of activity.

  "The lawsuit is in progress." Some literate common people quickly gathered around.

  In no time, the surrounding area was packed with people.

  The prisoner of war saw the people around him, and his body trembled even more. Although it was still a bit cold around him, there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

  Yang Jun Rang stood by, waiting for the prisoner of war's statement.

  But after a long time, the prisoner of war still did not say a word.

  "Say it as you think in your heart." Yang Junran saw that the prisoner of war was very nervous, and comforted him with a smile.

  The prisoner of war seemed to have plucked up the courage, opening his mouth and saying: "In the past when I wasn't a Mongolian soldier, I couldn't eat my fill. After becoming a Mongolian soldier, I could eat until I was half full, and occasionally I would even get some benefits. Now although I can eat my fill, but I have lost my freedom."

  The villagers around burst into laughter at his words.

  Yang Junran's face was very awkward, looking at this prisoner of war, it seemed that being a Mongolian soldier was better.

  "Don't spout nonsense, recognize your own mistakes!" a stern voice shouted from beside him.

  The prisoner of war had a hint of a smile, but as the staff officer spoke, his whole body shook again.

  "Go ahead." Yang Junran said with a somewhat cold expression.

  Upon hearing Yang Junran's words, the prisoners of war ran down hastily, and when they were going down the stairs, due to their excessive speed, they tumbled and fell.

  The people around them burst out laughing again, and some of the prisoners of war also forced a smile, looking delighted.

  "What he said is not bad, now we are full but have no freedom. Why do we have no freedom? Because he used to be a Mongolian soldier and we can't let him go back. When he was a Mongolian soldier, he could use his weapons to bully the common people and get some benefits, but he forgot that his parents might also have been bullied by others like this?" Yang Junran shouted loudly after everyone's laughter.

  The prisoners of war who were laughing just now have all fallen silent.

  "You come over and talk too." Yang Junran pointed at a prisoner of war and continued.

  The prisoner of war hesitated for a moment and walked over.

  Looking at the prisoner's robust physique, Yang Junran was somewhat surprised.

  The prisoner of war spoke up, with a standard Northeastern accent: "My hometown is in the Northeast. After the Japanese came over, I ended up here. My parents ran away and scattered, so I could only join the Mongolian army. At first, I didn't feel comfortable in my heart, but seeing that many people were joining the Mongolian army too, it wasn't a big deal anymore. Recently, I've been thinking about finding an opportunity to escape, but a few days ago, I heard these soldiers singing songs, and my heart felt uneasy again. I want to join the army and fight back to my hometown in the Northeast."

  The people around fell silent, and Yang Junran's heart finally felt a sense of relief. This was the effect he wanted.

  "Come on, sing a song you've heard." Yang Junran didn't know what kind of song could have such an effect.

  But Yang Junran was clear that since this song could make the prisoner of war reflect on himself, it must have its own unique qualities.

  "My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China, where there are forests and coal mines, and vast fields of soybeans and sorghum. My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China, where I have my compatriots, and my aging parents. September 18th, September 18th, from that tragic time, September 18th, September 18th, from that tragic time, I was separated from my hometown, abandoned those endless treasures, wandering! Wandering! Every day wandering within the passes! Which year, which month, can I return to my beloved hometown? Which year, which month, can I recover those endless treasures? Father and mother, father and mother, when can we reunite?"

  A song on the Songhua River, singing out the voice of a prisoner of war.

  The guards battalion had many Northeastern officers and soldiers who fell silent, two rows of hot tears slowly remained.

  Northeasterners among the prisoners of war joined in the chorus.

  After the singing, there were many crying sounds.

  Yang Junran stood silently by, able to understand the mood of the prisoners of war.

  I'm afraid as long as one is still a Northeasterner with a conscience, hearing such a song will make their blood boil.

  "Go back to our old home in Northeast China, I'd rather die than be a slave of a lost country." A junior officer from the guard regiment shouted loudly.

  "Return to our old home in Northeast China, and vow to die rather than become a slave of a lost country."

  Among the prisoners of war, many people from Northeast China began to shout out loud, and even among the civilians, there were many who shouted loudly.

  Many officers and men of the guard regiment wiped away their own tears, following along with the shouting.

  "Alright, go down now. We will definitely return to our hometown in Northeast China. At that time, your parents will be proud of you." Yang Junran walked over and patted the prisoner's shoulder, saying.

  "Officer, I want to join the combat troops. Can you give me a gun? I guarantee that I won't bring shame to the Northeast." The prisoner of war hesitated for a moment before saying this to Yang Junran.

  Yang Junran nodded and said to his aide: "Register his name and send him to the Fourth Brigade."

  The prisoners of war saluted Yang Junran and walked away excitedly.

  "Sir, we also want to go to the combat troops." Many of the prisoners of war below shouted in unison.

  Yang Junran smiled and said to the prisoner of war: "The grievance movement will continue, everyone can come up and speak freely."

  As the song "Songhua River" came on, the entire concert finally entered the atmosphere Yang Junran had been expecting.

  The emotions of the prisoners of war were stirred up, perhaps thinking of their own grievances, or perhaps thinking of their parents at home.

  Many prisoners of war were in tears, constantly recounting their experiences.

  Under Yang Junran's guidance, the prisoners of war all had a consensus that as long as they could drive away the Japanese devils, they would be able to avenge their hatred and live a good life.

  "There are no more traitors, no more Japanese devils. Our lives can't be like this. If we want to survive, we must resist the war. Only by resisting the war can we have our own way out, and only then can we have a national way out. If our country is destroyed, we will all become slaves of a lost nation, and for generations to come, our descendants will scold us. If we don't resist, our descendants will not only scold us but also suffer under the Japanese people's enslavement." Yang Junran occasionally came up with a few sentences of inciting speech, giving the entire group of prisoners a good lesson.

  The sky gradually darkened, but the people around did not disperse.

  The adjutant's office was temporarily converted into a recruiting depot.

  Many ordinary people were willing to join Yang Junran's troops, and more than a thousand prisoners of war asked to go to the combat troops.

  More than 2,000 prisoners of war were able to achieve such an effect, and Yang Junran was very satisfied.

  Everyone's eyes were red and swollen, even Yang Junran's eyes had a hint of redness.

  One afternoon was spent in tears by the prisoners of war.

  Perhaps the grievances in their hearts have disappeared with their tears, but at least they have regained a sense of conscience as Chinese people.

  Cui Zhengming stood in a corner beside him, looking at Yang Junran with some admiration.

  Fortunately, this movement of complaining was initiated by the Liberation War, otherwise Cui Zhengming would not have let Yang Junran continue so freely.

  "Director, what do you think of this person?" asked Hua Shuyi, who had just been promoted to Director of the Secret Telegram Office, as she walked over.

  Choi Jeong-myeong smiled and pointed at Yang Jun-nyeom in the distance, saying: "He's a talented individual, and he may become an excellent general in the future."

  Hua Shuyi gazed at Yang Junran in the distance, under the fiery light, her face slightly flushed as she said: "What a pity, he doesn't take a liking to me. Otherwise, I could have become a general's wife and you people would have had to fawn all over me."

  Choi Jeong-myeong looked at Hwa Sook-yi and walked forward.

  In the city of Dauron County, troops have already begun to gather quietly.

  This time the Japanese army was very cautious and had the Mongolian army assemble during the day.

  At night, it was the turn of the Japanese troops to march, preventing news from leaking out.

  Tsukaoka Hiroshi rode on his warhorse, feeling the breath of the prairie.

  In Japan, such scenes can't be seen.

  Behind them followed a battalion of their own brigade, an artillery regiment, two cavalry squadrons and three tank companies.

  "Commander, just ahead is Dorun. The Mongolian army is already waiting for us there." A staff officer walked over and said to Kōsuke Saga on horseback.

  Tsukaoka Kōji nodded and thought of a Mongolian woman, gently patted his warhorse.

  The troops behind quickened their pace with the speed of war horses.

  At a glance, the entire Japanese army was quite spectacular.

  Apart from light and heavy machine guns and artillery, there were also large numbers of tanks and war horses.

  Yang Junran didn't know any of this.

  Today's bitter exercise has made him shed a lot of tears, and Yang Junran is now gnawing on a steamed bun.

  That's right, it's Wotou, and it was made by Yang Junran's private chef.

  Although there is quite a lot of grain here, the main supply is for the troops.

  Even if Yang Junran is foolish, he knows that everything must guarantee the needs of the combat troops.

  As for the logistics organs, they all ate cornmeal.

  "Sir, this method is not bad. Digging out the bitter water from the hearts of prisoners of war will be beneficial for us to recruit them in the future and turn them into our combat forces. In this way, the Mongolian army's strength will continue to be hit, while our troops will continue to grow stronger." Fang Hanchen said, looking at Yang Junran.

  Yang Junran smiled and took a piece of salted vegetable from Fang Hanchen's hand, saying: "Difficulties are temporary. Once we've rested here, we'll take down that slightly larger county town nearby. The land here isn't bad, at least it can be used to plant grain. Otherwise, we'd starve to death."

  "Those seem not to be Mongolian troops stationed, but some people wearing Mongolian clothes are guarding, and there are many machine guns. I think we should pay attention, can't have any big mistake." Fang Hanchin picked up a bun and said to Yang Junran.

  Yang Junran nodded after taking a glance at the night outside.

  He didn't know that all of this was just a beginning and countless difficulties were waiting for him.

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