Wang Xulun sighed, got off his horse, and came to the lieutenant colonel commander: "I, Wang Xulun, are the colonel and commander of the 130th Brigade of the Fifth Corps of the National Revolutionary Army. What do you call me, brother?"
"My Majesty, Ma Zhikui, is the temporary commander of the First Regiment of the 7th Division...Sir Wang, come into the city. Our division gave the order to stop all resistance an hour ago. Our 6,000 brothers have been waiting for the arrival of your Anjia Army." Ma Zhikui
He closed his eyes, a thin face twisted in pain.
Wang Xulun stopped talking, waved his hand, and ordered the two regiments to enter the city to control the military camp and maintain order. He turned to his guard company commander and ordered loudly: "Xiaosi, ask the brothers to take out the spare military shoes from the backpack and give them to the horse regiment.
The elders and these brothers put them on, and those who had short cotton-padded jackets also took out their short cotton-padded jackets and put them on these brothers!"
"yes!"
Lieutenant Company Commander Han Sifang quickly asked his brothers to take off their marching backpacks from the horses and take out the clothes and shoes inside. Han Sifang himself also took out a pair of military shoes and thick socks from the horseback backpacks and walked to the adjutant behind Commander Ma.
Around:
"Put them on, brother. Your feet are about the same size as mine. Just put them on to keep out the cold. It's freezing to the bone when the snow melts."
The burly, square-faced major adjutant took the shoes and socks gratefully, then sat down on the ground, shakily took off his soaked, dirty straw sandals, wiped the dirt off his feet with his sleeves, revealing the cracked holes.
, gritted his teeth and put on the green thick cotton socks on his feet, quickly put on his shoes and stood up, thanking Han Sifang: "Thank you brother, listen to your accent... are we from western Henan, right?"
"Brother Han Sifang is from Hanjiazhuang, Baoling. 90% of our brothers from the 130th Brigade are from western Henan and northern Shaanxi. They all fled there last year. It was our commander An who took him in and we are where we are today. Where are you from?
?" Han Sifang asked.
"My younger brother's surname is Zhao and his name is Zhao Dongquan from Niefen Village in Luonan. He is dozens of miles away from my elder brother's home. Alas... after seeing my elder brother's equipment and spirit, I know that this battle cannot be fought. Even if
Even if we fight, we can't beat him. An Jiajun is benevolent and righteous! Who would fight with such a benevolent and righteous army? Not to mention that our seventh division was able to escape due to illness, leaving more than 5,000 people without a meal and hungry.
I can’t even carry it anymore.”
Zhao Dongquan shook his head sadly. He saw thousands of well-equipped and strong soldiers of the 130th Brigade swarming into the city. His regiment leader was talking in a low voice with the brigade commander Wang Xulun. He quickly apologized to Han Sifang, strode over, and walked straight
Stand behind your leader.
Ma Zhikui glanced at his adjutant and continued talking to Wang Xulun: "Our division commander is also sick and is making arrangements. The chief of staff is leading the division generals and waiting for your army to go and collect..."
"Hold on! Brother Ma, how do you conclude that we will recruit you?" Wang Xulun asked curiously.
Ma Zhikui smiled miserably: "Brother Wang, if you are not willing to take in our remaining five thousand brothers, then treat us all as refugees who have escaped. At least... we know that An Jiajun has always been benevolent and righteous, and escaped.
All the refugees have food to eat, clothes to wear, and a place to stay.
Feet. If more than 5,000 brothers are demobilized, it will be difficult to survive back home. Most of the brothers’ hometowns have empty rooms, numerous new graves, cracked land and withered vegetation. Unless they join the army and make a living, they will not be able to return.
When I go home thousands of miles away from Chidi, where people are starving and dying all over the place, I can only open my eyes and wait for death."
Wang Xulun let out a long breath: "Although I have known for a long time that the disaster in Henan, Shaanxi and Gansu is getting more and more serious, I didn't expect it to be like this. Brother Ma, please wait for a while and come back to the younger brother after entering the city. The younger brother has to send a report to the master.
Explain the situation, this battle is fought..."
Two hours later, Yin Jinan and Gu Changfeng led the joint command across the Han River, entered Laohekou City, came to the camp to meet the surrendered generals of the Seventh Division, and politely expressed condolences to the commander of the Seventh Division, Pei Jingwen, who was lying in bed.
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Yin Jinan ordered the medical team to treat all the wounded and wounded brothers who had surrendered, and then called away Nie Peiyuan, the chief of staff of the Major General of the Seventh Division. After asking about the situation, he reluctantly ordered the chief of staff to send a report to An Yi.
Gu Changfeng was so angry that he glared at Nie Peiyuan and cursed loudly: "Old Nie, why didn't your grandson contact us earlier if he wanted to surrender? Why didn't you fire a few shots while pretending to resist? I spent four days and three nights in vain.
, so frustrating..."
"Hutou, be polite!" Yin Jinan frowned slightly and corrected Gu Changfeng's attitude.
Gu Changfeng clapped his hands, shook his head and smiled: "Jinan, what do you think the boss is thinking? The painstakingly formulated plan to siege and rescue the city has just been ruined. Grandma's... Chief of Staff, let's go!"