Zhuang Jihua shook his head and said, "We must go to the battlefield of Songhu. At that time, we could not go to one or two divisions. If we wanted to go, the entire army would go. One division and one division would throw it in. That was a tactic of adding fuel to military strategists. We cannot do such stupid things."

"I thought you didn't know how to agree to go to Songhu." Li Jiayu breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to rush to Songhu immediately to join the war. Even the commander could not help it. Besides, the officers and soldiers below. The morale of the entire army is so high that it is unimaginable. Li Jiayu and Yang Sen are a little afraid to go to the military camp now. As soon as they go, they are pestered and asked when they will go to Shanghai. Even the soldiers come up with the courage to ask.

"Songhu must go to the place. Not only do you want to go, I also want to go." Zhuang Jihua said without comment. He did not reveal his true thoughts, which was darker and hard to say.

Zhuang Jihua was silent for a while and said, "I have already mentioned the strategic purpose of the battlefield of Songhu. It is to attract the main Japanese army from North China to Songhu. The purpose of achieving this is not to destroy the Japanese army in the city. Instead, to trap the Japanese army, consume their strength and force them to continue to increase troops to Shanghai. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing internationally. The Japanese are very inferior. For thousands of years, they have been struggling humbly on those small islands and live in the shadow of China. After finally thinking that they can get out of the influence of China, they suddenly feel that they can be more proud. So the entire nation becomes crazy like a chicken blood, and cannot accept a slight failure. As long as we tie them in Songhu, if we can gain a slight advantage, the Japanese will definitely increase troops to Shanghai."

"Then we will withdraw our troops and retreat to Wufu's national defense line and continue to consume their strength." Yang Sen said thoughtfully.

"Yes," Zhuang Jihua nodded heavily: "According to my vision, our two armies should be used for counterattacks. There is no other reason. Our equipment is the best in the country, better than the Central Army's German Armed Division."

"But the upper urges are so urgent. Is the situation on the Songhu battlefield not as good as I imagined, and I urgently need to increase troops?" Li Jiayu asked with a frown.

"It shouldn't be, they should just be worried." Zhuang Jihua thought, "As far as I know, there are now several troops rushing to Shanghai, Hu Zongnan's First Army, Liao Leidi's 21st Army, Xue Yue's 19th Army, and Hunan Army Liu Xing's 16th Army have also set out. Will there be shortage of troops for a while?"

The current temporary advantage of the battlefield has a lot to do with him. The 300,000 German-Armed Forces is the 100 million ocean provided by him. One hundred p40s and twenty-four bf109s, radars, etc., all have a lot to do with him, but the cost he spent is large enough. The mobilized funds have been spent nearly one billion US dollars, including several large factories and companies purchased in the United States.

"Brother Zihui, his prime minister. I am not worried about the battlefield in Songhu now. At least not at this stage, but what I am worried about is that in the future, the Japanese army will focus on the south bank of the Yangtze River. Even if we focus on the south bank of the Yangtze River, this is a relatively dangerous place. If the Japanese army continues to increase troops and land in Jinshan Guard, then our army will be very dangerous. I will return to Chongqing later. I guess when I arrive in Wuhan again, you may have already gone to Nanjing. After you arrive in Songhu, please tell Commander Chen privately. Pay attention to Jinshan Guard. Songjiang must at least have one division stationed."

"Okay. I understand." Yang Sen nodded and agreed. But as soon as he said that, he was a little confused: "Chen Cixiu won't even transfer the troops of the Jinshan Guard, right? That's a deadly place."

"I was so sick that I was in a hurry to seek medical treatment. I was worried that he would be confused by the current actions of the Japanese army, thinking that the Japanese would only choose the south bank of the Yangtze River. I ignored the Kingsoft Guard. You told him that the Japanese army would continue to increase their troops, and if the situation on the south bank could not be opened, the situation would be transferred to Kingsoft Guard."

After leaving Yang Sen and Li Jiayu's residence, Zhuang Jihua went to the Wuhan office. The main job of this office was to assist in the transportation of materials to Sichuan, and later added warehouses to store guns and ammunition. These warehouses have not been handed over to the Military Control Office, and are still under the control of the Southwest Development Team. To be honest, Zhuang Jihua did not plan to hand them over to the Military Control Office.

In the past few days, Zhuang Jihua has been traveling around more than a dozen warehouses in northern Hubei and around Wuhan. One-third of these warehouses are open space. Several warehouses are located in eastern Hubei. Zhuang Jihua plans to go there today and then fly back to Chongqing.

After the last gunshot disappeared, the city fell into tranquility. With the brightness of the last place, the positions began to become busy again. This busy content was the same every time, and the wounded were transported and the ammunition was transported forward. Those who were responsible for these tasks came from all over the country, and they silently shuttled between the positions. The courage they showed was sometimes even impressed by the soldiers fighting.

The wind blowing from the sea was already a little chill, and the wind quickly blew away the smoke and blood on the battlefield. Song Xijing and Wang Jingjiu walked out of the command center, and they walked and stopped among the wounded. From time to time, they lowered their bodies and patted their shoulders gently or comforted them softly.

"You guys will get better soon."

“Good place.”

"Scar is a military medal, you have a medal now."

...

"Mengguo, is this the Cultural Revolution?" Wang Jingjiu replied to a wounded man who saluted and turned to Song Xilian and said.

"Well," Song Xilian nodded absent-mindedly. Today's offensive suffered a lot of losses. The 36th and 88th divisions lost more than 700 people in total. This was the result of their understanding of the Japanese tactics and not daring to take intensive charges. Wang Yaowu, the 51st Division, adopted intensive charges in accordance with the tactics of the mainland, and the result was that he lost more than a thousand people.

"I'm afraid I can't fight like this." Wang Jingjiu saw Song Xilian's thoughts and took the lead in proposing his own opinion: "Mr. Ci is probably too anxious."

"You are right. But what I think is what if that boy Zhuang Wenge came to fight this battle?" Song Xilian said with a wry smile. When he was admitted to Huangpu, he was only seventeen years old, and was completely young. He was in the same house as a great man like Zhuang Jihua and Jiang Xianyun. Unconsciously, he was influenced by them. After going to the 7th Company, Jiang Xianyun had a smaller influence on him. Zhuang Jihua's influence became even greater. So every time he encountered a difficult situation, he couldn't help but wonder what Zhuang Jihua would do: "What do you think he would fight?"

Wang Jingjiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know. This kid is very slippery. No one can guess his thoughts."

Both of them thought about how Zhuang Jihua would fight this battle in their place. A wounded man lying on a stretcher raised his upper body and saluted the two division commanders with difficulty. Song Xilian and Wang Jingjiu stopped. Song Xilian hurriedly stepped forward to help him lie down, then took a step back. He saluted him with Wang Jingjiu. The two stretcher members came over and lifted the wounded and left. During this period, no one spoke.

After watching the wounded leave, Song Xilian and Wang Jingjiu continued to move forward, turning the corner in front of the area to another wounded area. Song Xilian was walking faster and just turned over. Wang Jingjiu heard a crisp "Ouch". Wang Jingjiu rushed forward, but saw a nurse lying on the ground. Song Xilian was reaching out to help him in embarrassment.

The nurse opened Song Xilian's hand and looked up at Song Xi: "How did you walk like this? Don't you know that this is a wounded person? What should I do if I hit the wounded person?"

Wang Jingjiu was a little surprised. Although he and Song Xilian were dirty, they had not taken a shower or changed their military uniforms for more than ten days, and they were struggling on the battlefield. If they weren't dirty, they could see their military ranks clearly. They were the golden star. The little girl scolded her without mercy. She was brave enough.

"I'm sorry. I didn't pay attention..." Song Xilian was a little embarrassed.

"I didn't expect it. You should know that this is a hospital, and there are wounded people everywhere. It's nothing to hit me. What should I do if I hit the wounded?" The nurse stood up. Song Xilian and Wang Jingjiu realized that she was not a nurse, but a volunteer. Judging from her age, she was a student at school, Song Xilian still felt familiar.

"This lady, our division commander is a wounded..." Song Xilian's guard hurriedly stepped forward to rescue the commander.

"I know he is the commander of the division, isn't he the commander of the division," the female student did not give any face, and interrupted the guard's words without hesitation and said sarcastically: "Fortunately, it's not the commander of the army, so why don't you go sideways?"

Song Xilian and Wang Jingjiu looked at each other. This little girl was so powerful. Song Xilian and Wang Jingjiu were feeling unable to step down, and a voice came from the side: "Ha. Commander Song. So you are here, so I can find it."

Song Xilian looked back and saw a little big head. A slim girl wearing overalls and flat shoes came over happily with two people. Wang Jingjiu saw that Song Xilian looked a little wrong. He quickly asked who was coming?

"The niece of the teacher's wife. The child of the Cultural Revolution was even afraid of the land figures." Song Xilian replied in a low voice. Wang Jingjiu couldn't help but be stunned. These two titles are not something ordinary people can wear.

"Miss Mei. Why are you here? This is the battlefield? Do you know about the teacher's wife and the Cultural Revolution?" Before Mei Youlan could speak, Song Xilian took the lead in attacking.

"I went to the battlefield for an interview, what does it have to do with them?" Mei Youlan said, "I won't say anything about my aunt. My elder brother never falls out of the house all day long. Either Chengdu or Yunnan, or I will go to Wuhan. Otherwise, I will have a meeting. I don't even care about my sister-in-law's pregnancy. It's such a conscience."

"You are right. He is such a person. A heartless bastard." Song Xilian followed her words and scolded Zhuang Jihua for a few words. Of course he knew what Zhuang Jihua was doing in these places, and must be sending troops to the east or north China.

Song Xilian originally wanted to send the little aunt away as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, Mei Youlan looked at him with surprise and said, "Teacher Song, I heard that you and my elder brother are classmates. They are also excellent friends. How can you say that to your friend like this? It seems that he is not careful in making friends."
Chapter completed!