The War of Resistance Begins with the Regiment Leader Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Future generations will know that they are called heroes! (Third update!)

"Bagaya Road, this trash by the river Shozo can't even defeat a local motley army. He actually lost a division. He is simply incompetent." Tojo Hideki looked at the deputy commander of the Army, Lieutenant General Kimura Hyoutarou. telegram, roaring angrily.

 “You still want reinforcements? No, not even a single regiment.” Tojo Hideki became angrier and shouted loudly.

 Reinforcements?

 From where?

 The elite divisions of China have almost been mobilized.

The remaining second-line divisions can barely maintain the current defense line. If they want to launch a new attack, they have to accumulate supplies for a long time before they can continue the attack.

The Kwantung Army does have a lot of troops, but they only follow the instructions but not the propaganda.

 It is too difficult to mobilize troops from there.

 As for the newly formed troops?

Even the old 56th Division was severely damaged. What can the newly formed troops do?

 Giving someone a head?

What's more, they occupied Myanmar for resources, not to waste them in this meaningless confrontation.

 For a time, Tojo Hideki was extremely disappointed with Kawabe Shozo, and then looked at the confidant he had promoted.

“Kimurkun, I am going to let you serve as the commander-in-chief of the 15th Army. What do you think?”

Hearing this, Kimura Hyōtaro was stunned. Should he go to that place in Myanmar to fill in the holes?

One division is gone, and three divisions are left to attack India and destroy the expeditionary force.

He can't figure out this account, and he can't solve it.

Even if he takes office, he will have to allocate at least two divisions to him, and he can only stick to the current defense line.

 It is impossible to achieve greater results.

Seeing Kimura Hyōtaro's silent look, Tojo Hideki knew what the other person was thinking, and then sighed.

"It is impossible to mobilize troops and reinforcements. Let him find a way on his own. If necessary, he can recruit more servant troops. Now our main focus is still on the Pacific battlefield. Only by completely defeating Mi Zhu can we win this war."

 In fact, at this moment Tojo Hideki already regretted going south to expand the war, otherwise he would not have been so passive.

Even if he does not start a war, the United States will force him to go south.

 So going south is inevitable.

 “Hai.” Kimura Hyōtaro responded quickly.

As long as he is not allowed to take over the mess, he has no interest at all.

After receiving the call back from the base camp, Hebian Zhengzo was silent for a long time and guessed what the base camp meant.

 You made the mess, so you have to find a way to clean it up.

 But now troops are being used everywhere, and without reinforcements, it is really difficult to stabilize the current defense line.

"Your Excellency, Commander, I think the best way at present is to mobilize the Thai army. It is best to fully introduce the Thai army and completely drag Siam into the water. They must not be allowed to remain neutral." Yahara Hiromitsu made another suggestion.

Hearing this, Hebei Zhengzo looked at the other party and motioned for the other party to continue speaking.

"Thailand and Myanmar are feuding. We fully introduce the Thai army and let them solve these troubles for us. Anyway, our purpose is not for land, but for resources. As long as the Thai army can gather enough supplies for us, the land will be completely You can give it to them," Yahara Hirotō said sadly.

I have to say that this move is indeed very poisonous.

Thailand and Myanmar have indeed been feuding for centuries. If land is used to make a fuss, I believe the Thai army will not be able to bear it.

Hearing this, Hebian Zhengsan's eyes lit up, this is a good plan.

 If successful, it will relieve a lot of stress.

For example, the matter of suppressing the guerrillas can be left to the Thai army.

 At the same time, there will be countless troubles.

 That is to comprehensively push the natives to the side of the British army.

 So this is a double-edged sword, it depends on what Hebean Zhengzo chooses.

 Just judging from the meaning of the base camp, it is obvious that these consequences are not cared about at all.

Of course, Kawabe Shozo was not a fool, and he could naturally see what the base camp meant. He pondered for a while about Yahara Hiromichi's suggestion, and then nodded in agreement.

 Not to mention how excited Siam was when he heard the news.

 On the other side of Lashio, Cun Yunsheng looked at the telegram in his hand and curled his lips.

 “Shancheng is really stingy, so just give him a fourth-class Yunhui Medal.”

Meng Fangliao and others next to him nodded in agreement. Only Zhu Maoqin and other officers were a little embarrassed.

 Because they also feel that it is really too stingy.

However, considering that the Sichuan Army is a miscellaneous army, it seems normal.

 After all, the one in Shancheng has always been picky about the no-name army.

 “Ahem…” Meng Fangna coughed and signaled that there were others around him, asking him to pay attention to the impact.

You definitely can't say this kind of thing in front of outsiders.

Cun Yunsheng also came to his senses and ignored the topic because he was talking nonsense.

"Thank you to the brothers of the Fifth Army and Master Yu for their help. I have prepared a generous gift that you can take back when you go back." Cun Yunsheng looked at Zhu Maoqin and He Shuguang.

 Especially He Shuguang lowered his head and did not dare to look at the other party.

 It was supposed to be possible to obtain more valuable information, but it was burned down by him.

If this was in Master Yu, he would definitely shed a layer of skin.

 It's just that he is now a friendly army. Even if the Sichuan Army is angry, they cannot vent their anger on him.

 But he felt a little guilty, so he didn't dare to look at Cun Yunsheng.

Seeing this scene, Cun Yunsheng laughed in his heart.

 Burn it down, it's not a big deal.

 Before the little devil dies, all confidential documents will be burned.

 So he had no hope of finding valuable intelligence. The only pity was that the Watanabe government was burned.

The dog's head was chopped off. It was dark and disgusting, so he didn't want it.

"Master's seat, the people from the reconnaissance battalion and the guard battalion are back. As you expected, nearly 3,000 Japanese troops did retreat early." At this time, a communications soldier trotted over with a telegram, first handing it to Annoyed by Meng.

 After receiving the telegram, Meng Fan took a look at it and then made a brief report.

 “What was the result of the battle?” Cun Yunsheng narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.

"Annihilated more than 1,500 Japanese troops and killed several assistant officers. The rest of the Japanese troops scattered and fled into the forest. Dong Dao was chasing after him with his men." Meng Fan said quickly.

Hearing this, Zhu Maoqin and others couldn't help but take a breath. This was because they had calculated the direction of the Japanese army's retreat.

The 56th Division was not unjustly defeated.

“Forget it, let Dong Dao bring the people back, there is no point in chasing them.” Cun Yunsheng shook his head and said.

  If a large force goes into the forest, the chance of coming out is slightly higher, please refer to the 200 Division.

Like this kind of rout, in panic, they walked into the forest without enough supplies. In the end, not even one out of ten people came out alive.

 Instead of wasting troops in pursuit, it is better to withdraw and rest first.

“Yes.” Meng Fan nodded, then thought of something and said.

“The martyrs' cemetery you requested has almost been built. Kang Ya would like to ask you when the memorial ceremony will be held.”

Hearing this, a trace of sadness flashed across Cun Yunsheng's face, and then he sighed and said.

“Three days later, a memorial ceremony will be held, and everyone must be present.”

“Also, let's see if we can find someone who knows how to make up the dead soldiers, so that they can go on the road beautifully. In addition, let's see if we can get someone to make a batch of high-quality coffins.”

“Yes, regimental seat.” Meng Fan looked at Cun Yunsheng and solemnly saluted with a military salute.

Zhu Maoqin asked in a timely manner.

“Captain Cun, can we join together? After all, this place is also a shame for our Fifth Army.”

“I also want to pay homage to those brothers who sacrificed their lives.”

"Okay, you can come if you want." "Yes." Zhu Maoqin saluted with a military salute, including He Shuguang and others behind him.

Cun Yunsheng, who was already a colonel, also stood at attention and returned a military salute.

Three days later, after expedited work, the Martyrs Cemetery has begun to take shape. It will still need to be repaired in the future. However, Cun Yunsheng is ready to hand over the repair work to the local Chinese families.

 Fortunately, Kang Ya was quite thoughtful and specially transplanted dozens of pines and cypresses.

 'Wow! '

Originally, the open spaces on both sides of the cemetery were filled with large Chinese families.

 They were all invited by Cun Yunsheng to participate in the memorial ceremony at the Martyrs Cemetery.

 At the beginning, I stood in the two rows muttering. Many people thought it was just a formalism.

Who would build a cemetery for the sacrificed soldiers?

Who knew that I was startled by the sound of neat footsteps.

A group of solemn Sichuan Army soldiers wearing military uniforms appeared at the front, led by Cun Yunsheng, wearing a colonel's military uniform, holding the coffin.

The officer who sacrificed the most in this battle was a captain company commander. His name was Li Guan. He was originally a lieutenant deputy company commander of the newly formed 29th Division. He later joined the Sichuan Army and became a captain company as the army expanded. long.

Who knew that during the attack on Lashio, he accidentally stepped on a landmine and was killed on the spot.

 In order to show respect for the martyrs, Cun Yunsheng personally carried the coffin.

 Originally many people advised him that it was not necessary.

But Cun Yunsheng insisted on carrying his coffin personally to show respect for the fallen soldiers.

Maybe he meant to win people's hearts, but after the soldiers knew about it, they looked at Cun Yunsheng with more respect.

　　People compare their feelings with each other, and they have a scale in their hearts regarding how they treat others.

The neat steps attracted the attention of the wealthy Chinese people, followed closely by pairs of black and red coffins being carried out.

　In order to dye the coffin black and red, these wealthy Chinese families were exhausted, and all the stock was used up.

Each coffin was solemnly carried by eight Sichuan Army soldiers also wearing military uniforms.

When the long team of coffins arrived at the cemetery, the air became a little depressing, and the original bright sun disappeared in an instant.

Everyone was silent, no one dared to make any noise.

 “Go home!” Cun Yunsheng shouted loudly in the dialect unique to Dian Province.

 The military band, which had been prepared for a long time, began to play music, and its sad sound resonated with countless people.

Zhu Maoqin and other officers also watched solemnly, and many even had red eyes and tears instantly falling down their cheeks.

 Some people even cried silently.

 Because there are comrades in the coffin who they get along with day and night.

 Some of them are friends from the same hometown, etc.

 Especially Cun Yunsheng, there was even more sadness and anger in his heart.

 Even though he tried every means to reduce casualties, the number of casualties was still beyond his imagination.

 His list of those killed in battle was thicker. When he got the list, Cun Yunsheng cried silently for a long time.

 “Buried!”

The grave pits for the coffins have been dug long ago.

With an order, everyone gently placed the soil and started filling it.

Cun Yunsheng even picked up the shovel himself and shoveled the soil shovel by shovel to cover the coffin in front of him.

“Brother, go away, I will avenge your hatred for you.” When the tombstone was placed, Cun Yunsheng murmured.

 “Fire the gun!” Meng Fangliao shouted immediately.

"put!"

"boom!"

"put!"

"boom!"

"put!"

"boom!"

 After the firing of the gun, Cun Yunsheng took the lead in singing the military song that everyone knows.

 “I don't see you, the Han Dynasty has ended its army, and the weak crown is tied to the prisoner, please grow a tassel!”

 You don't see me, the squad is far away, the Jueyu Qingqi urges the war cloud,

 Men are expected to engage in dangerous activities, so why should they let a Confucian scholar ruin their life?

 Abandon my pen from the past and keep my pen from the war.

 More than 100,000 comrades were summoned at one call, and they sang war songs to join the army.

 Qi joined the army to clean up the dust, and vowed to sweep away the Japanese slaves without caring about his own life. "

 Everyone used all their strength to sing this song loudly, which was the first song they enlisted in the army.

Now, they use this song again to bid farewell to these fallen comrades.

 The singing echoed throughout the Martyrs Cemetery, and the sad singing sounded in everyone's ears.

 It seemed like that was the response of their brothers, comrades-in-arms.

 After one song is finished, another one follows.

 Everyone seemed to want to send off their comrades with singing.

 Zhu Maoqin and others had already burst into tears.

The big-headed soldiers cried even more like people in tears.

 No one has ever treated them like this.

 For them, death is like a straw mat. They dig a hole and bury it directly.

 When you meet a kind-hearted officer, you may even erect a monument for everyone.

This is really the first time I have encountered a memorial ceremony like this, especially everyone has a tombstone, which clearly records everyone's name, date of birth, etc., and some people even have photos posted on it.

How can such a superior not impress them?

Cun Yunsheng's eyes were also red!

 No one can understand the pain in his heart!

 He clearly remembered the smiles on their faces the moment they set off.

 Now I can only lie here in the cold.

 “Tuanzu, it's over.” Meng Fan reminded in a low voice with red eyes.

“Well, let's go.” Cun Yunsheng nodded and then signaled that the memorial ceremony was over.

 In order to maintain the Martyrs Cemetery, disabled veterans are allowed to stay here and they take care of these comrades who have been buried underground for a long time.

 All food and drink supplies will be provided by the Sichuan Army.

When he returned to the regiment headquarters, Cun Yunsheng could not calm down his mood for a long time.

“Tuanzuo, there is no one who will die in the war. Just look at it.” Meng Fangli advised in a low voice.

Hearing this, Cun Yunsheng nodded and sighed softly.

“I know all what you said, but it makes me sad to think that they are so young and left in a foreign country.”

“Tuanzuo, as you said, history will remember them.” Meng Fangliao continued.

“Well, what you said is right, but the history book is too small to contain their greatness. We just flip through it and it's their whole life. The history book is too big, so we can't remember their names.”

 “However, future generations will know that they are called heroes.”

  Sorry, I'm late! There is another update in the evening! I'm going to slow down.

 (End of this chapter)

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