Rise From Eight Hundred

"I will stay in Songjiang!" Tang Dao said, facing the surprised eyes of the lieutenant general.

"Stay here?" The lieutenant general frowned slightly.

"I want to see the methods of Yanagawa Heisuke, Tani Hisao, and Ushijima Mitsuru, the so-called famous generals of the empire."

"Sure enough, she knows you very well! She said you will never leave." After staring at Tang Dao for a long time, Lieutenant General Wu laughed dumbly. "Okay, as you say!"

It's him (her) again. Tang Dao scratched his head but finally failed to accurately locate someone he knew in this world, although there were only a few candidates.

But soon, Tang Dao knew the answer.

After resting for an hour and having a simple dinner of pancakes and cabbage soup, the entire 67th Army, from major generals to privates, all invested in the construction of fortifications as Lieutenant General Wu ordered.

However, all the cavalry of the 67th Army left the city, left Songjiang, and ran to the four fields outside the city. They should be used as a reconnaissance force to determine the time when the Japanese vanguard arrived.

As for the landing of the Japanese army in Jinshanwei, the telegram from the theater headquarters had been reported to the 67th Army Headquarters in the afternoon. The Jinshanwei beach position had been completely lost at noon, and all the members of the two artillery companies and a security army on the front line were killed. Although there was no news from Jinshanwei County, it was thought that the Japanese army that had successfully landed would not take too much time to conquer a county much smaller than Songjiang.

That means that as long as the vanguard of the Japanese army marched overnight, it would only take the morning of tomorrow to reach Songjiang City, which is only 50 kilometers away from Jinshanwei.

Although Jinshanwei is a marginal area and the road leading to Songjiang is narrow, the main force and heavy equipment of the Japanese army will definitely move much slower, but the time left for Songjiang, from this moment, will not be more than 20 hours.

The huge pressure that came to the face may be one of the reasons why Lieutenant General Wu, as the commander-in-chief of the front line, held a military meeting in a swift and concise manner.

Accompanying the two lieutenant generals in the command center, Tang, who was already the "close" staff of the two big men, accompanied the two to inspect various "construction sites".

Many people in the Fourth Camp carried engineer shovels captured from the Japanese infantry, but the Sichuan Army rarely had them. Fortunately, although most of the people in Songjiang were businessmen, they were hardworking and had spare tools at home. The civilians and Sichuan Army who stayed behind were guaranteed to have one each.

However, when the 30,000 troops of the 67th Army participated, the tools for digging and cutting were not enough. The sharp tools such as bayonets were originally not as good as those in Japan because the domestic steel was not as good as that in Japan. Soldiers usually had no time to take care of them, so how could they bear to use them to dig the soil?

In a hurry, the officers could only order to enter the locked houses to search for various iron tools. After searching for kitchen knives, iron rods, etc., it was far from enough, so they took tiles, wooden boards, or even bare hands.

Although the ground had been loosened with hoes or shovels before, so that the officers and soldiers would not have to dig the ground with their hands, Tang Dao, whose mind had long been as hard as steel, could not help but feel a little sad when he saw some young soldiers without tools carrying mud in their military uniforms and transporting it far away, looking like mud monkeys.

These were the ancestors of the Chinese nation. They were poor and weak, but they still went to the battlefield without hesitation.

Their names should be on the Great Patriotic War Monument.

The next moment, Tang Dao was stunned.

A familiar figure came into his eyes.

He was also wearing a military uniform, but this time, he was not as heroic and elegant as he was when he met him in the warehouse last time. Instead, he looked a little embarrassed, covered with mud, and even his fair face was covered with mud spots.

It was hard for Tang Dao to believe that the female soldier who was working hard to carry a sandbag with a soldier not far away was the talented and beautiful reporter who stood in front of him a few days ago.

But Tang Dao was sure that it was her, and it would not be anyone else. There was no evidence, just a feeling.

But, how could Tan Tai Ming Yue come to Songjiang?

Women's intuition is terrible. The woman must have felt someone staring at her. She looked up slightly and saw Tang Dao's surprised eyes.

She smiled slightly, obviously recognizing Tang Dao, but she did not come over to say hello, but continued to move forward with the soldiers waiting for her, carrying sandbags.

"Who is in charge here?" Lieutenant General Wu asked in a deep voice.

Less than two minutes later, a shirtless bald soldier trotted over and saluted a few people nervously: "Hello, officers!"

He looked at Lieutenant General Wu with a dark face and said cautiously: "Commander, is it that bastard who made you angry?"

"You are so brave, Dong Laoliu." Lieutenant General Wu pointed at Tan Tai Ming Yue with a cold face. "Tell me, what's going on? I was talking about all the soldiers in the army, but I didn't say to let reporter Tan Tai do the rough work for you. What's going on? My 67th Army has no one left?"

The bald man's forehead was covered with sweat, and he explained with a sad face: "Commander, I dare not let reporter Tan Tai do these rough jobs! But she insisted on doing it, saying that I didn't let her work with the brothers, so she wrote in the newspaper that my 67th Army was conservative and discriminated against women, and said that if you have the ability, don't eat. These cakes are made by women in Songjiang. And she rushed to do the work herself, what can I do?"

The two lieutenant generals looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Although both of them were military commanders, they were both from the Military Academy and had a lot of knowledge. They knew that this scholar might not be very good at martial arts, but her mouth and pen were very powerful. In addition, the person who accompanied her to interview was Lieutenant General Wu's personal guard. Even the colonel commander had to be polite to her, not to mention the young major who was "threatened" by her.

"Yes! Yes! Usually you are very good at talking when you grab tasks and supplies, why do you become stupid when you meet Tan Tai reporter?" Lieutenant General Wu was just pretending, and he was too lazy to scold his major battalion commander who was also a top general.

"Go, find someone to replace Tan Tai reporter, let her rest, and by the way, tell her that I have brought her here, and my deal with her is complete."

"Yes!" The bald major saluted and turned away.

"Xiao An, your mission is over. Come and guard me and General Guo." Lieutenant General Wu shouted at the soldier who put down the sandbag in the distance, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

What does that mean? Tang Dao was slightly stunned.

Lieutenant General Guo looked at Tang Dao thoughtfully, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and then followed Lieutenant General Wu who continued to walk forward, and waved to Tang Dao who subconsciously raised his foot and was about to catch up: "Deputy Director Tang, I will give you 40 minutes. I think it should be enough for anything!"

"LSP!" Looking at Tan Tai Mingyue who was walking towards him slowly with her hands tidying up her hair more than ten meters away, if Tang Dao could not understand the connotation of Comrade Lao Guo's mysterious smile when he looked at him before, he could really jump into the trench and commit suicide.

40 minutes? It's enough for anything. Can you not use your own standards to measure others? It took me more than half an hour to take a shower back then, okay?

Perhaps it was because LSP smiled too obscenely before leaving. Tang Dao, who was originally calm and didn't think about anything else, looked at the woman who was standing in front of him, with a little mud on her face but smiling like a flower, and his lips suddenly became dry and his heartbeat obviously accelerated.

Damn, this means that he is nervous, just like the first time he went to the shooting range for assessment. Tang Dao didn't remember how many years he hadn't felt this way.

"Lieutenant Tang, we meet again, and we are still on the battlefield. Are you surprised?" Tan Tai Mingyue said.

Her eyebrows were curved, just like the crescent moon in the sky.

At least at that moment, Tang Dao thought so.

Although the moon in the sky is obviously a big pancake with a mouthful.

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PS: The third update is here, and I recommend two books by military author friends here. "Starting the Anti-Japanese War from My Regimental Commander", a fan-made anti-Japanese war article by my regiment commander and my regiment, a fourth-level writer, the writing skills are still very experienced. "A Young Man Asks for a Long Ribbon" is a new book that has just been published. It is also written by a Level 4 writer who started out writing about the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and it is also very well written.