The third part of the bloody war, Chapter 9, Running, Section 2, the battle after the war (2)

"The Thirty-first Army is not three armies but four, and there are not five troops. There are three armies of the Twenty-first Army and the Fifth Army." Zhuang Jihua's calm rebuttal suffocated Tang Enbo. He forgot that the 12th Army was placed under his command before the war.

Tang Enbo said softly and turned his head to look at the situation on the other side. On both sides of the Yellow River, both sides adopted the same defense methods, both retreating and defense. There were only a small number of troops deployed at the front, and they were only responsible for monitoring. The real main forces were seven or eight miles away from the river bank.

"Order the commanders and above of each army to come to Zhengzhou immediately, and we will hold a meeting to discuss how to relieve Henan refugees." This was not said to Tang Enbo, but to Gong Xiuhua behind him: "Telection the situation in Henan for the troops of the Fifth War Zone, order them to save half of the military rations and send them to Henan immediately; telegraph the National Government and the Military Commission that the famine in Henan is far beyond imagination. In order to stabilize the political situation in Henan, one million stones of relief grain must be allocated immediately, and another 200,000 stones of seed grain must be allocated."

Gong Xiupao quickly drafted the telegram and handed it over to Zhuang Jihua for signature. Zhuang Jihua picked up the pen and paused and added the previous sentence: "If anyone disturbs the people, he will be severely punished."

Then he threw down the pen, turned around and said to Tang Enbo, "Deputy Commander Tang, let's go to the east of the city to take a look."

Zhengzhou, which had just been restored, was full of excited people everywhere. Even in such joy, it could not cover up the desolation caused by famine. The city was full of beggars. They were scattered with their families and their families in various parts of the city, curled up in the streets and alleys. At the entrance of the street, many little girls with pale faces and skinny faces had grass marks on their heads, trembling in the spring breeze.

Zhengzhou was not damaged much. Tanisuo almost peacefully evacuated Zhengzhou, but even so, the southeastern part of the city was also damaged. Seven or eight jeeps were crossed by two black Ford sedans across the block, and pedestrians on the street looked at each other. It was obvious that this was an important person on patrol.

The leading jeep turned a street and arrived at the most damaged Datong Street. The convoy stopped. The soldiers on the jeep quickly jumped out of the car and soon formed a cordon around. However, Zhuang Jihua and Tang Enbo had already pushed open the door.

Half of this street was destroyed by artillery fire, and the other half was also affected. During the war, most local residents had fled the street, and the broken tiles and walls left behind became a natural settlement for the victims.

Tang Enbo was a little irritated. After a war, how many things the troops had to do were waiting for him to do, recruits, ammunition, food shortage, and those pseudo-government personnel who defected to the Japanese must also be liquidated. Even if the Zhengzhou Municipal Government under his feet must be rebuilt, he was pulled around by Zhuang Jihua. What kind of disaster relief and disaster victims can be handed over to the provincial government.

Just as he was looking around casually, Zhuang Jihua had already walked towards the little girl hiding among the bricks and tiles. There were so many people coming over, and the little girl seemed very scared, so she turned around and ran in.

This is not a complete house, with two-thirds of the roof left. There is a big hole in the wall behind, and there is no door in front. Instead, there are two or three holes. There are messy things piled up in the yard. There is a stove in the corner of the room, and a clay pot on it. Two people are staring at the gurgling cigarette jars. There are seven or eight people sitting or squatting in the small yard.

When so many officers in strict uniforms rushed into the room, the people in the room were a little deserted and couldn't help but stand up and lean on each other.

After entering the door, a stinky smell mixed with a stinky smell came to my face. Zhuang Jihua couldn't help but frown, but he didn't say anything. He walked to the clay pot, picked up the spoon and stirred it in it. There was basically no rice. What could be seen was the vegetable leaves, and I didn't know what it was, it was sticky.

Zhuang Jihua put down the spoon, stood up and reached out to greet the little girl. The little girl looked like she was seven or eight years old, and hugged beside a middle-aged man. Zhuang Jihua walked over and squatted down, faced the little girl, and asked softly: "***, where are you from?"

The little girl held the middle-aged man's clothes tightly and looked up nervously at him. The middle-aged man replied in a deep voice: "Sir, we are all from Xu Xiaozhangzhuang. It has not rained for half a year. The crops have died of drought. The Japanese collected grain and collected all the food. There was no way out, so they had to escape."

Gong Xiu came up and took out a few candies from his pocket and handed them to the little girl. The little girl hesitated for a while, reached out to take them, then turned around and ran aside, and gave them to a little boy next to her.

Zhuang Jihua sighed softly: "What a sensible child," he looked at the people in the room and asked the middle-aged man: "Are you all from the same village?"

"Yes, sir," said the middle-aged man: "The whole village has come out to flee. When we came out, there were more than sixty people, and now that's all that."

Zhuang Jihua didn't ask again. He was a little disbelief. There would be a village where all the people came out to escape. Could it be that there were only more than 60 people in a village? Tang Enbo interrupted at this time: "Commander, you don't know that Henan, the whole village will not choose a direction to escape famine. They are divided into several waves. Some go to Zhengzhou, some go to Nanyang, southeast, northwest and north. Everyone draws lots and grabs there, and each share pushes a leader. Therefore, Henan has a strong customs and a very group."

When Zhuang Jihua stirred the jar just now, he was really shocked. He was really afraid that Zhuang Jihua would let everyone eat a bowl. Fortunately, such a terrible thing didn't happen.

After more than sixty years of age, Zhuang Jihua looked at it and there were seven or eight in the room, and the rest went there and it goes without saying.

"Didn't go out, have you not come back yet?" Gong Xiuhua asked softly.

"Uncle San and the others have not come back yet. Even if they all come back, they will only have a dozen mouthfuls." The middle-aged man said softly.

Zhuang Jihua didn't say anything else, sighed softly, turned around and went out. Wu Ziniu winked at the guard next to him. The guard turned around and moved a box of biscuits from the car into the house.

When Zhuang Jihua came out, he was surprised to see a group of well-dressed people standing on the street. Gong Xiuhua hurriedly leaned over and whispered: "This is an official of the pseudo-government of Zhengzhou and a member of the Xinmin Business Association."

The Xinmin Business Association is one of the most important organizations under the Xinmin Association. The Xinmin Association is a tool organization established by the Japanese to support Japan's invasion of China after the Japanese occupied North China. At first, its members were limited to intellectuals, but later gradually expanded to the business community and rural areas. There was a Xinmin Association in every city occupied by the Japanese army in North China.

Seeing Zhuang Jihua come out, the group of people immediately came up. The leader was about forty years old, wearing a brand new robe, but with a big back, reading a book, and then came w*a~p.o with a smile on his face and introduced himself: "Commander Zhuang, I am Zhong Chengxiang, the deputy mayor of Zhengzhou City. I don't know that Commander Zhuang and Deputy Commander Tang entered the city. I am late to welcome him. Please forgive me."

Zhuang Jihua's eyes rolled, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "There is no notice to everyone in advance, please forgive me."

Seeing Zhuang Jihua's attitude, Zhong Chengxiang breathed a little relieved. They were now embarrassed and Zhengzhou was restored. How would the National Government deal with these traitors who surrendered to the enemy? No one was sure of it, so when they heard that Zhuang Jihua had entered the city, they all came to each other.

"The commander is too humble," Zhong Chengxiang replied hurriedly: "Commander Zhuang is well-known. From Nanjing to Xuzhou to Myanmar, he will win every battle and eliminate hundreds of thousands of Japanese pirates. This is the contemporary Yue Wumu."

"Haha, sir is too good." Zhuang Jihua laughed loudly, and the Gong Xiuhua next to him also showed a smile. Tang Enbo frowned slightly, Zhuang Jihua won consecutive battles, and there were rumors among the people that he was the reincarnation of Yue Wumu and came specifically to kill Japanese pirates. With the great victory in Hubei and northern Hubei, this rumor became more and more popular and more and more amazing.

Tang Enbo hummed softly, but Zhuang Jihua's gaze glanced at him. He immediately kept silent. This action was immediately caught by Zhong Chengxiang, who was carefully observing Zhuang Jihua, and he felt even more relaxed.

"The two commanders came to Zhengzhou, and it was too dilapidated. We held a banquet in Tianfu Building in the city to welcome the two commanders." With a relaxed mood, Zhong Chengxiang's tone was smoother.

"Okay, then I'll be upset." Zhuang Jihua nodded. Zhong Chengxiang became even happier and hurriedly turned to the side to make way. The people behind him quickly made way and walked to the side of the car. Zhuang Jihua reached out and called Zhong Chengxiang over and enthusiastically asked him to take the same car.

Of course, Zhong Chengxiang would not refuse, nor did he dare to refuse. Wu Ziniu would never give in. Gong Xiuhua changed to the jeep in front. The gentry who came with Zhong Chengxiang had no cars, but they all had rickshaws. So, a convoy of jeeps and rickshaws ran towards Tianfulou.

In the car, Zhong Chengxiang was very nervous. He never thought that he would sit next to a war zone commander so close. Before the war, he was just a small section chief of the municipal government. He did not evacuate to western Henan with the municipal government, but stayed. When the Japanese came, he did not come out to do things first, but came out later. He finally became the deputy mayor in recent years, but unexpectedly, the Japanese left and left without leaving him any room to go around.

However, today, this commander Zhuang looks pretty good, and it seems that he has no intention of punishing them. In fact, they are forced by life to do things. The government’s millions of troops cannot stop the Japanese. What can they do? But even if the commander Zhuang wants to punish them, he will only spend some money at most. Before coming, they are all prepared.

"Deputy Mayor Zhong, you are the Deputy Mayor, where are your mayors?"

When Zhong Chengxiang was thinking about it, Zhuang Jihua's words interrupted his thoughts. He quickly turned his head and said to Zhuang Jihua: "Ah, oh, the commander doesn't know that Mayor Yang is a hardcore traitor, and he followed the Japanese to the north."

"Then why didn't you leave?" Zhuang Jihua asked with a smile.

"I am Chinese. The army of my country has been fighting back. I am not happy yet. How could I run away? I am forced to do things for the Japanese. To be honest, if I enter the city, I will organize the citizens to welcome it." Zhong Chengxiang's tone was full of flattery and expressing merit.

It's a little late tonight, please forgive me.
Chapter completed!