The person who asked the question was not Xu Ruifeng, but Xiao Man.
This child is the youngest among the group of people in Lao Crow Nest, but he did not catch grasshoppers and swordsmen like other children. He was particularly concerned about the Battle of Peking and Tianjin. He was so concerned that he even asked at night: "Abba, what if we all
In Pingjin, can this war be won?"
In the early morning, Lao Chu gathered everyone together again, summarized the continuous news of the past two days and announced to everyone:
"On July 28, the Japanese launched a general attack on Peiping. The Kwantung Army formed the first group. The 11th Brigade, with the cooperation of more than a hundred cannons and armored vehicles, and the cover of dozens of aircraft, attacked the garrisoned suburbs of Peiping.
The soldiers launched an attack. More than 8,000 people from the Song Dynasty stationed in Nanyuan rose up to resist. Deputy Commander Tong Linge and Division Commander Zhao Dengyu died for their country."
"On the night of the 28th, the Song troops evacuated Peking and Peiping fell."
Suddenly, the entire Old Crow's Nest fell into silence, and everyone looked in the direction of Beiping.
Ever since Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty shouted, "The emperor defends the country," Beijing has been the symbol of China. Even Chongzhen knew that "the emperor will die for the country," so why did he withdraw so quickly?
Withdrawn!
Xu Ruifeng looked back and saw countless disappointments on the faces of the soldiers behind him!
They have been disappointed once. When the Japanese occupied Northeast China, how many citizens shouted the slogan of "counterattack" in newspapers, but did the Marshal make any move? No! From that moment on, this disappointment has been engraved on the faces of the people of Northeast China.
Above, it is engraved in the hearts of the people, because no one makes the decision for you.
This time, the defeat of the Song Dynasty resulted in the loss of important territory in the capital. Yes, you fought fiercely with the Japanese, and the enemy's firepower was fierce. But when will the victory that the Chinese have been waiting for come?
Even if it’s only once!
At this moment, Lao Chu continued:
"On the morning of the 29th, Zhang Qingyu, the first captain of the Jidong Security Force, and Zhang Yantian, the second captain of the Jidong Security Force, launched an uprising in Tong County, raised the flag to resist the Japanese, killed Tong County Secret Service Chief Shigeru Hosei and hundreds of his subordinates, and captured traitors alive.
Yin Rugeng!”
As soon as he said this, Lao Xu shook his fist vigorously, gritted his teeth and said, "Yeah!"
They really need the news of a victory, they really need a victory to prove that Japan is not invincible, they really need a victory to tell the whole of China that this battle can still be fought!
Fortunately, there have been many heroes in Jizhou since ancient times. Zhang Qingyu and Zhang Yantian have set an example for the Chinese people. Otherwise, how could the stagnation in my chest have been released?
"On the 29th, the Japanese army launched an attack on Tianjin. Dozens of planes launched bombings on the Tianjin garrison. The 38th Division fired back in such a dangerous environment. The invading enemies were killed under the city walls and many were captured. However,
, the Japanese bombing was extremely fierce, and the casualties gradually increased. The 38th Division could not continue to hold on under the air threat and gradually retreated."
"On the 30th, Tianjin fell."
"Since then, North China has been lost."
Xu Ruifeng couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and roared in the direction of Pingjin: "Ah!"
The anger in my heart was completely vented with this roar, shaking all directions.
As soon as he shouted, everyone around him stood up and screamed in the direction of Pingjin. He was like a demon, and what came from the jungle was the howling of ghosts and wolves.
When the voice fell, Lao Chu finally opened his mouth: "Comrades..."
"I understand how unhappy you are, but I still have to say a few words."
"We were not present at the Battle of Pingjin. We couldn't see what the Song Dynasty and the 38th Division went through. We couldn't feel what it was like to fight under the constant threat of bombers. Do you really think they should
Are you going to risk annihilating the whole army to give comfort to the people of the country?"
"I don't think this kind of inner comfort is worth it!"
"I hope they can evacuate safely. At least we have retained enough combat power to cope with the next war."
Xu Ruifeng suddenly turned his head. He heard a word he disliked very much from Lao Chu's words: "Cope?" He felt that Lao Ma would not have said that if he had not returned to Nanman to take charge of the work.
"Yes, deal with it."
Lao Chu said without changing a word: "Otherwise, what do you think it is?"
"In the face of the Japanese armaments, with the cooperation of aircraft, tanks, and armored vehicles, our soldiers fought with their flesh and blood. What is it but coping? Have you ever seen what the city wall that has been protecting the city for thousands of years looks like under tank bombardment?
?”
"Have you ever seen what our so-called fortifications look like under aircraft bombing?"
"I haven't seen it."
"So I don't accuse anyone. I also feel that you, who have never seen this, are not qualified to accuse anyone."
There was a heated discussion here, and a soldier hurried over, holding a piece of paper and a pencil as thick as his little finger in his hand and said: "Old Chu, the call is urgent."
Lao Chu took the document and glanced at it, his brows furrowed even deeper.
Lao Chu thought: "Since July 7, the Southern Command has held twenty combat reviews. The latest one mainly focused on ammunition reserves and weapons distribution."
"The Nanjing government has allocated a total of 500 million ammunition stocks, 200 million of which are distributed to various combat units, 60 million of the 300 million are sent to the south of the Yellow River, north of the Yangtze River, 40 million to Wuchang, and 100 million to Nanjing. Mountains and fields
A total of 220,000 rounds of artillery shells, 500,000 rounds of infantry artillery, mortar shells, and 30,000 rounds of combat defense artillery..."
Xu Ruifeng was angry and stared at Lao Chu: "When did this happen? What's the use of telling us what kind of wealth you have? Take it out!"
Lao Chu ignored him, knowing that Xu Ruifeng had a bad temper, so he continued: "..."
Ma Zhansanquan said: "Xiao Xu, please calm down first and listen carefully to the distribution positions of these weapons and ammunition. I feel that this matter is not that simple."
Xu Ruifeng didn't want to hear it anymore. He was so dizzy with so much unprepared news that he walked silently into the woods alone.
In fact, it’s not that he didn’t believe that the Song troops stationed in Peiping had gone through a arduous battle. Lao Xu was just anxious. He was anxious for his compatriots on the battlefield, and for the Nanjing government, which had only thought of distributing ammunition when it was full. This damn child was not dead.
Are you having milk?
But Xu Ruifeng didn't know what the current situation of the Nanjing government was like, let alone that this government had a mother-in-law's Central Army, a step-mother's local army, and countless miscellaneous troops. It could be said that there were grass-head kings everywhere.
After walking out of the woods, Lao Xu went up the mountain, lying on the lawn and looking at the white clouds in the sky. The strong wind and haze of the past few days seemed to have dissipated. Now, the weather with clear sky and daytime, if not for the bad news, would really make people feel uncomfortable.
Comfortable to wear...
As soon as he lay down, a few drops of rain fell, and when he turned around, he saw a dense black cloud behind the mountain, driving away all the sunlight, slowly moving towards him, as if covering the sky.
"Fuck, bad luck."
Lao Xu immediately climbed up from the lawn, returned to the old crow's nest, and never came out again.
