I want to be a good person

The Japs were very busy, busy attacking and busy trying to persuade others to surrender.

As I ran, the sky darkened, the setting sun stepped down, and the moon didn't want to take over, so it sent out a bitterly cold wind to build momentum for itself.

Three Type 1 tanks have been found, and the attack has taken up most of the Japanese's energy. The spoils are just there, and no one is trying to grab them.

Two were destroyed by aircraft bombing and one broke down.

Taking advantage of the terrain, Zhang Aiguo dug a big pit, put the four heroes in it, poured four glasses of wine, lit three Three Fort cigarettes, paid their respects, and then covered the pit with soil.

As burial items, Zhang Aiguo chose a Tony helmet and a few dollars.

Sadness filled my heart. The night was as dark as ink and the only sounds on the road were the roar of armored vehicles and the sound of gunfire.

Commander Tang's habit on the battlefield was to abandon his army and walk away whenever he was defeated.

Do you want to kill him?

Is he not the only senior military officer who is afraid of death?

Destroy communication equipment and pull out telephone lines?

I couldn't figure out anything while walking and thinking. There are still shadows of private soldiers in the current army. It's very difficult!

Part of the Japanese troops approached the city, flares and signal flares illuminated the sky, and gunfire rang out.

At Zhongshan Gate, Zhang Aiguo put away the armored vehicle in advance, changed back into the Kuomintang military uniform, and came to the city gate.

"Tank Battalion?"

"No, the 98th Division Supplementary Regiment"

"Is it the Japanese's car?"

"Yes"

"Was it seized at Qilin Gate?"

"No, it's in Chunhua Town."

"Thank you, sir."

"When the tank platoon came back, they told us that the commander of the Type 98 Replacement Regiment personally drove an armored vehicle to support them. We were deeply impressed!"

After checking the empty carriage, the soldier saluted and signaled Zhang Aiguo that he could enter the city.

The houses near the city wall were bombed to the ground. The weather was getting colder and it was difficult to find shelter. The officers and soldiers wrapped themselves in quilts and huddled together in the trenches to keep warm and sleep.

The streets were littered with corpses and ruins. The streets were filled with wounded and disabled people, some limping, some crawling on the ground, bloody and mangled, begging for medical treatment, but no one cared.

They found their 32 people at the agreed place, and many of the wounded soldiers had recovered.

Zhang Aiguo's arrival gave them a backbone.

In the past, only gold, silver and foreign exchange were not to be missed. Now it has become like this. Has your spirit been sublimated?

Looking at the brothers who had been through life and death together, everyone's faces were filled with excitement and joy for their safe return.

I am happy in my heart, but I need to be more careful next time.

"How's the equipment?"

"Reporting to the commander, two machine guns were taken away when we entered the city."

"We are all fighting against the Japanese, so we should give them to them. They need it more!"

"How's the ammunition now?"

"Two bases."

"Has the captain come to see us?"

"No, I heard that the salary has been issued by the higher-ups, but we didn't receive it."

Withholding the salaries of tens of thousands of people, assuming that the soldiers will die and making money from the dead, this kind of behavior will not only destroy the party and the country, but it is intolerable!

"After dinner, prepare our bunker. Choose a sturdy place."

"Yes"

"Fried rice and salt."

Wu Haoran came over with a bowl of rice.

"Brothers, is this what you eat?"

Zhang Aiguo said with a frown.

"It's good to have something to eat. We are a supplementary group, and many of the miscellaneous brands don't even have food."

The tone was full of emotion and a hint of helplessness.

"squeak"

A two-wheeled three-wheeled motorcycle stopped in front of Zhang Aiguo, and the commander got off with a ruddy face and a friendly smile.

"Brother Wu, congratulations, congratulations."

"Hello, sir."

"Captain Jiang and I have received an order to evacuate immediately. From now on, you will be the colonel commander of the supplementary regiment. This is your appointment certificate. The division commander is very optimistic about you. Do a good job."

"Thank you for your cultivation, sir. I will never forget your kindness."

Zhang Aiguo quickly expressed his loyalty, saying that this top leader was not even good at fighting and was just a show-off.

Why was the Third Reich so powerful in the beginning? It was because of its delegated command system. It never bypassed its superiors or even interfered too much in the operations of its subordinates. It only gave orders, which can be summarized in today's words as being result-oriented.

After the victory of the blitzkrieg, the command was changed to a bureaucratic style, emphasizing the process. Orders were issued randomly from thousands of miles away, including handwritten orders, telegraphic orders, and secret messages, making the fight more and more difficult.

From Zhang Aiguo's perspective, the middle and lower-level officers and soldiers of the National Army are powerful and good at fighting. They are eager to die for their country. Their superiors are obsessed with military power and want to control and seize everything. It would be strange if they could win.

"Sir, where are our soldiers?"

His thoughts turned and the smile on his face became even wider.

"Soldiers? They're behind us."

"so much?"

"Brother, please don't say anything sarcastic. We have no choice but to forcefully bring in these 40-odd people."

"Understood, understood."

"Now that we have completed the handover, we will see you later."

"Salute! Farewell, sir!"

The regiment commander held a small yellow croaker in his hand and put it into the three-dimensional pocket of his military uniform. He was even more satisfied with Zhang Aiguo.

Captain Jiang happily sat in the sidecar holding a lieutenant's knife, showing off. All he wanted to do was show off.

Zhang Aiguo turned around and stood crookedly, wearing a military uniform stripped from a corpse, covered in blood, bullet holes, and large cuts. He looked like a beggar, with his hands bare.

Good soldiers! Good strong men!

"Brothers, have you eaten yet?"

"Sir, no."

"Before the troops move, the food and fodder must go first!"

The gambling houses were still open, the opium stalls were still in business, and the brothels were still being attacked.

The Japanese Black Dragon Society and other evil forces have infiltrated like a sieve, and the flares might have been fired by them.

"Wu Haoran! Yang Zhengqi!"

"Here, come!"

"I now appoint you two as lieutenant commanders of the 1st and 2nd Companies!"

"Gao Deli, Jia Bi is promoted to Warrant Officer Platoon Leader of the 13th Platoon, effective immediately."

"Now, first order."

"Please give me your instructions, sir."

"We divided them into groups according to the number of people, distributed rifles, had meals, and practiced loading bullets and aiming and shooting."

"Second order, go, two company commanders, take money and go to open places to buy food, meat, vegetables, rice and noodles, restaurants, pubs, brothels, no matter what business it is, if they don't sell, then don't pay. Speak directly with the truth. If you don't have enough food, how can you protect your family and the people!"

"Yes"

"Go!"

There was continuous artillery fire outside, but Commander Tang was living his life leisurely, just like an irrelevant person.

There are still more than three days left. How can we expect these selfish bureaucrats to withstand the test of life and death on the battlefield?

What they are best at is fighting for power and wealth. They have ruined many good opportunities by running away and giving random orders.

The soldiers and the people were betrayed, and the resulting resentment laid the groundwork for the fall of the Nationalist government.

The corrupt bureaucrats, public intellectuals, tycoons, and expert professors who are the most brave and fearless in words but are actually the most cowardly are not worth trusting!

There are only ordinary people who deeply love this land, their love is deep and tragic!

"Why didn't you return the motorcycle when the person left?"

Two battalion commanders stood beside him, one on the left and one on the right.

"If they can leave, they must have a way. Besides, those who have connections have all run away, and the remaining people have been sold and have to help count the money."

"Maybe he's expecting the devils to come."

Yang Zhengqi said with disdain.

"The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds."

"Sir, I return the letter to you."

"Keep it for now. The battlefield is fair. It's better to be prepared."

"Yes"

"By the way, work hard. After this battle, I'll promote you to battalion commander."

"I will swear my loyalty till death!"

"Don't worry about the salary. If the higher-ups don't give it to you, I'll take care of it."

Money is a bastard, spend it and earn it again!