Wearing dramas starts from Changjin Lake

Chapter 250

Facing the artillery bombardment of the New First Army, Miyamoto could only abandon the outer positions and let the soldiers shrink into the city.

Until night fell, the New First Army surrounded Xinwei City from the east, west, and north.

And Sun Liren ordered the new 38th Division to conduct a roundabout maneuver, go around to the south, and prepare to form a four-sided encirclement.

However, before the New First Army had completed the encirclement, three hundred devils entered Xinwei from the south.

These 300 people were the Japanese soldiers who escaped from Guijie. They did not dare to run back to Lashio directly, and ran east to Gunong first.

Zainong used the phone there to contact the headquarters of the No.30 Army, and reported the bombing of the radio station. In order to preserve his strength, he chose to retreat independently.

Then request the next step from the military.

Tanaka Shinichi certainly understands what is going on, but now is the time for employing people, and the law does not blame the public.

In addition, he received the new army's attack on Xinwei, so he immediately ordered these people to rush to Xinwei to assist Miyamoto in defending.

Knowing that the reinforcements had arrived, Miyamoto was so happy that he almost jumped out of his chair.

At present, the defenders in the east, west, and north directions are constantly in a hurry and ask for reinforcements. However, except for a small number of security troops left in the east, there are no troops to send.

If this dragged on like this, he might have to carry the gun himself into battle.

After receiving this good news, Miyamoto asked happily: "How many people came in total? Who led the team?"

The intelligence officer said: "About 300 people, led by Lieutenant Commander Chun Shanyong."

"Chun Shanyong?"

When Miyamoto heard the name, he was thoughtful.

Chun Shanyong was in charge of guarding Guijie, and he was in charge of guarding Xinwei.He and Chun Shanyong naturally knew each other.

At the same time, he also heard about the fall of Guijie, but Shinichi Tanaka had issued a death order, and he must stick to the city until the last soldier in the battle.

Guijie fell, but Chun Shanyong ran back alive, what happened is self-evident.

Since the headquarters did not punish these people and sent them here, it must be welcomed.

He immediately stood up, tidied up his military uniform, and said, "Quickly, order the cooking team to prepare enough meals for 300 people immediately, and let them have a full meal first!"

"Hi!"

The captains of several small and medium-sized teams next to them hurriedly nodded and agreed, and went down to make arrangements.

Chun Shanyong entered the city in disgrace. At this time, he was wearing a tattered military uniform and his face was full of exhaustion.

After entering the city, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It is finally safe now. As for the future, he didn't think too much about it. He also knew that Xinwei must be guarded. Maybe this would be his last stop.

Chun Shanyong thought while leading the team towards the center of the city.

At this time, a grenade landed on a nearby roof, and a house was blown into a pile of rubble with a bang. The broken bricks and stones flew into the air, and then fell down with a roar.

Chun Shanyong hurriedly hid in a corner of the alley wall, so that he was not beaten to death.

He slapped the dirt off his body and cursed: "Baga! How could the Chinese gunfire be so fierce?"

A small team leader immediately said: "Since the Chinese have received aid from countries such as Mei and Ying, they are not what they used to be. There are plenty of guns, ammunition and shells!"

As he spoke, he had brought people to the headquarters in the city.

When the reinforcements arrived, Miyamoto was in a very excited mood. Seeing Haruyama Isamu and others, he wished he could hug and kiss him.

However, he resisted this bad behavior and greeted him with normal etiquette.

"Mr. Chunshan, you have worked hard along the way!"

He saluted and shook hands with Isamu Haruyama and three hundred Japanese soldiers in person, talking about hard work like a torrential river, flattering a group of ragged and embarrassed Japanese soldiers.

Miyamoto also personally arranged a place for these people to rest.

Soon the cooking class also brought hot water and food, which is a kind of seaweed rice ball that the Japanese love most.

These more than 300 devils were really hungry, and each of them was like a starving ghost, grabbing rice balls and stuffing them into their mouths desperately.

In less than 5 minutes, hundreds of rice balls were swept away by these guys. They didn't even bother to drink their saliva, and they all choked and rolled their eyes.

These 300 people were also considered unlucky. They first fled to Gunong, where they were attacked by the expeditionary force that had not yet withdrawn from the country.

Immediately after retreating, he was caught up and beaten again.

After finally getting rid of the pursuit, he ran all the way to Xinwei.

I couldn't eat a hot meal along the way, and all the hungry eyes were dizzy, and my physical energy was almost exhausted.

Now I can finally have a mouthful of hot food, and I don't have to stuff myself, I'm sorry for Miyamoto's hospitality.

I was really hungry, and the way these guys ate was extremely ugly. The scene was like a pig eating, wheezing and wheezing.

But in Miyamoto's eyes, he was very pleased.

Although this group of soldiers looked miserable, he could tell that these were veterans with rich combat experience. Even if they were so hungry, they would always hold their guns while eating.

This is the difference between veterans and recruits. Regardless of eating or shitting, the enemy will take the opportunity to charge if they are not sure.

Eating, shitting, and holding a gun is a habit developed through years of combat. Only in this way can we fight back when the enemy suddenly appears in front of us.

Miyamoto looked at these battlefield veterans in front of him. He knew that as long as these people were fed and rested, they would become the backbone of Xinwei.

Chun Shanyong was also sitting alone in a room at the moment, holding a large bowl of moldy rice, and eating a piece of dried salted fish.

He turned a blind eye to the small jug of sake that Miyamoto specially brought to him on the table.

It wasn't until he ate a big bowl full of moldy rice into his stomach that Chun Shanyong raised his head contentedly.

"Thank you Miyamoto-kun for your hospitality!"

"Mr. Chunshan, we are all the Imperial Japanese Army, and we should help each other. While you are eating, I have already contacted the No.30 Army Command through the radio."

Isamu Haruyama had a full meal, looked at Kazuki Miyamoto who was kneeling opposite him with Japanese etiquette, and asked directly: "I don't know what the military department will say? What does Miyamoto-kun need me to do?"

"Drink a glass of wine first, and then we will talk slowly."

Miyamoto poured two glasses of sake, one for himself and one for Isamu Haruyama.

Chun Shanyong picked up the wine glass, and after clinking a glass, the two drank together.

Miyamoto put down his wine glass and said: "The military department ordered us to stick to our position. Soon, the headquarters will send reinforcements to Lashio. Before that, we are not allowed to give up Xinwei for any reason!"

He deliberately emphasized the tone of the word "we", tantamount to bringing Chun Shanyong along.

After Chun Shanyong heard this, he was silent for a while, and suddenly sighed: "The new army that we met in Guijie this time is very powerful. They are not only well-equipped, but also have a very high level of tactics. They are really too strong, far surpassing Exceeded my expectations."

Suffering successive setbacks, Isamu Haruyama inevitably felt a little depressed and said some frustrated words.

After hearing this, Miyamoto clinked a glass with Isamu Haruyama and drank the wine in one gulp.The emergence of this situation indicates that the Great Japanese Empire is likely to suffer a crushing defeat in northern Myanmar!
The two sat opposite each other speechless, and silently drank the whole catty of wine in the jug.

After he was half drunk, Haruyama Yong spoke again: "Miyamoto-kun, please give me a day to rest and replenish weapons and ammunition. I will do my best to help protect Xinwei!"

After hearing this, Miyamoto beamed with joy. At this time, a shell just landed near the headquarters, the house shook, and dust fell down.

The two old devils have both seen big scenes, and they pretended to be calm, but they were actually flustered inside.

Miyamoto couldn't help cheering up: "Don't worry, Mr. Chunshan, the weapons and ammunition have been prepared, and a rest place has been arranged for the soldiers. You have to rest for a day first, and then we will join forces to defend against the enemy!"

"Thank you!"

Isamu Haruyama bowed to express his gratitude.

Miyamoto also bowed his head slightly to Isamu Haruyama and gave a salute.

(End of this chapter)