Chapter 1 Lin Fan's Plan

Lin Fan was at this moment directing the puppet army to transport the supplies they had brought from Tianwang Temple into Jurong.

At the same time, the vehicles of the Special Operations Company were transporting soldiers of the Eighty-third Army, along with their supplies and equipment, to Tianwang Temple.

The roads were already filled with Special Operations Company vehicles engaged in transportation.

Company Commander Li Zhize led his company directly to Tianwang Temple on horseback.

However, Lin Fan had instructed Company Commander Li to leave forty soldiers behind to receive and train the newly incorporated puppet troops.

Lin Fan explicitly told Company Commander Li: among these forty soldiers, four were to be squad leaders, and the rest were to be team leaders.

Company Commander Li Zhize was extremely grateful, realizing he now had the strength of a reinforced battalion.

At this moment, of course, it was necessary to arrange for his trusted aides.

Company Commander Li selected forty soldiers to stay behind.

His company was equipped with two horses per soldier, making them fully capable of long-distance raids.

Not to mention that it was only twenty-odd kilometers from here to Tianwang Temple, a journey that could be completed in an hour for skilled riders.

After arranging Company Commander Li's troops,

Lin Fan finally had time to inspect the warehouse occupied by Chen Sichuan and his men.

Army Commander Ye Zhao, Army Commander Deng Longguang, and all four division commanders were present.

They arrived at the area secured by the soldiers of the Special Operations Company's First Squad and discovered that the so-called warehouse

was not a single warehouse at all, but a warehouse complex. The Japanese had cleared a large area of civilian housing on the southeast side of Jurong.

They had requisitioned all of it to serve as their temporary warehouses.

Outside this warehouse, nearly a hundred cars and thousands of carts were parked.

Chen Sichuan explained, "There are also over a thousand mules and horses elsewhere."

Looking at these cars and carts, the two army commanders and the various division commanders began to calculate their gains.

They casually entered a courtyard and saw mountains of grain and fodder piled up.

Army Commander Ye Zhao laughed heartily, "Now we finally don't have to worry about going hungry."

The next courtyard contained canned meat and canned fish.

The sheer quantity of cans made the eyes of both army commanders bulge.

"The Japanese have stored so many supplies here? What are they planning to do?"

The courtyards behind contained many artillery shells and machine guns.

There were even fifty Type 92 infantry guns.

Army Commander Ye Zhao repeatedly said, "We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich!"

This group followed behind Lin Fan,

each one beaming with joy.

The supplies the Japanese had prepared here were simply too abundant.

Lin Fan could understand: the Japanese had deployed as many as 200,000 troops on the Nanjing battlefield.

The supplies for so many Japanese soldiers initially relied entirely on land transportation.

This was because the Yangtze River waterway was blocked by the Jiangyin Fortress.

The daily consumption of 200,000 soldiers would naturally be considerable, and their combat consumption would not be low either.

So, it made perfect sense for the Japanese to establish a supply depot not far from the battlefield.

It was just that those Japanese never expected that these supplies would benefit Lin Fan and his men.

Mu Yingyao, Lü Hongmao, Bu Heshuo, and Leng Hongzhe, the four newly air-dropped lieutenants from Wuhan,

had just received their reward of five yuan each.

The four of them were now completely stunned by the successive waves of news: there were only two armies and one company here,

less than 30,000 soldiers.

Today, they had actually annihilated more than 5,000 Japanese soldiers and captured 6,000 puppet troops.

The Special Operations Company actually had 8,000 soldiers and a field hospital with 800 personnel; could this still be considered a company?

This was even better than a division, right?

Bu Heshuo had not yet sent this news to Nanjing.

Because before they came, their superiors had instructed them: the Special Operations Company was a "special" unit.

Their company commander was an extremely volatile person who had once, in Jiangyin, killed a Juntong (Military Intelligence Bureau) director on the spot over a disagreement.

Yet nothing happened, and he continued to serve as his company commander.

Even if he brought his troops to Nanjing, no one would cause trouble for him.

Such a person was to be respected!

All telegrams had to be reviewed by Lin Fan before being sent.

Only after he agreed could they be dispatched.

As long as he had not defected to the Japanese, there was no need for separate reports.

Because the superiors feared that Lin Fan would kill the two people they sent to establish contact over a trivial matter.

The orders for Mu Yingyao were different:

"Every move of the Sixty-sixth Army must be reported, and try to report more about the Special Operations Company that is with them."

Now the four of them were completely stunned by such a large haul.

Mu Yingyao quickly asked, "Army Commander Ye! Can the battle report be sent yet?"

At this time, Army Commander Ye Zhao certainly agreed to send the battle report.

He immediately dictated the report: "Wuhan Headquarters: The Sixty-sixth Army and the Eighty-third Army, in coordination with the Special Operations Company, annihilated more than 5,000 Japanese soldiers in Chunhua this morning.

At noon, they occupied the entire town of Jurong, killing more than 1,000 Japanese soldiers.

Countless grain and ammunition were captured.

Ninety Type 92 infantry guns and hundreds of light and heavy machine guns were captured.

Countless Type 38 rifles."

Saying this, he asked Lin Fan, "Company Commander Lin, Army Commander Deng! Is this okay?"

Lin Fan smiled and nodded.

Army Commander Deng Longguang said with a smile, "It's fine!"

Army Commander Ye Zhao concluded, "Sixty-sixth Army Commander Ye Zhao, Eighty-third Army Commander Deng Longguang, Special Operations Company Commander Lin Fan!

Just send it out like this!"

Lieutenant Lü Hongmao immediately drafted the telegram, handed it to Army Commander Ye Zhao for signing.

Then, after encrypting it, he had Mu Yingyao send the telegram back.

At this time, Andrei and his squadron finally returned to Wuhan.

As soon as they got off the plane, they were taken to the Operations Staff Headquarters.

This time it was not Chiang Kai-shek who personally listened to their report, but Chen Cheng. Chen Cheng listened as Andrei recounted how his squadron had just entered Nanjing airspace.

When they were discovered by Japanese planes, he could see that the Japanese planes were specifically waiting.

Chen Cheng noted this down: it meant that yesterday's confidential operation had been leaked.

When he heard that Andrei and his men were besieged by Japanese planes, but ultimately received support from the ground forces' anti-aircraft fire in the suburbs of Jurong Town.

Eight of the nine Japanese fighter planes that pursued them were shot down.

Air Force Commander Zhou Zhirou's face showed an expression of excitement.

As the Air Force Commander, he could be excited for a whole day for every Japanese plane lost.

His own strength was insufficient, so he could only hope that the Japanese would also weaken.

Andrei continued his report: Yekaterina's fighter plane had its tail broken off.

It was impossible to fly and was drifting in the air.

She could only make a forced landing.

The entire squadron of planes made a forced landing on the road from Tangshan to Jurong.

The troops on the ground helped them repair the road and repaired Grigory's lightly damaged fighter plane.

The other fighter plane was left on the road in Tangshan, and Special Operations Company Commander Lin Fan promised to help transport the fighter plane to Ningguo.

He told them to go to Ningguo to repair the fighter plane next.

Zhou Zhirou was not very familiar with Lin Fan.

But Chen Cheng had carefully studied this person, and he could only smile bitterly.

He said nothing.

Hearing Andrei report that the Sixty-sixth Army and the Eighty-third Army had joined forces,

and from the soldiers he could see, the morale of those soldiers was still very high,

Chen Cheng was also a general who fought wars, so he knew the role of morale on the battlefield.

In fact, before listening to Andrei's report, he had already received a telegram from the telegraph operator he had sent.

But being able to have two sources of information to compare, the intelligence would be more accurate.

Especially when he received the news in the telegram that they had wiped out 5,000 Japanese soldiers.

He was almost shocked out of his mind!

Chen Cheng's personally commanded defense of Guangde had not even been able to eliminate 5,000 enemy soldiers.

That was a battle of 100,000 men.

Now the Sixty-sixth Army, the Eighty-third Army, and the Special Operations Company, three defeated armies that broke out of Nanjing,

were actually able to achieve such results, which he simply did not believe.

But from the telegram, it could be seen that the three units had definitely fought a battle.

And they had won, only the number of enemies eliminated may have been increased a hundredfold.

Every general used this kind of trick.

To exaggerate the enemy's casualties and reduce their own losses was to make the battle look better when reported.

Of course, Chen Cheng would definitely not expose this time. He knew that his adopted father, Chiang Kai-shek, was waiting for such a great victory to boost morale.

Andrei had personally seen the Japanese army's three-pronged approach to supporting Jurong.

He also reported in detail what he had seen: troops of considerable size were advancing towards Jurong from the directions of Tangshan, Chunhua, and Tianwang Temple.

Each force was about 5,000 men.

This news made the smile on Chen Cheng's face suddenly freeze.

He was thinking, "Could it be that they really eliminated 5,000 Japanese soldiers?"

Hang Xingde also recounted everything he had seen and heard in detail.

Combining the two telegrams received, specifically for the officers in the Nanjing battlefield operations staff headquarters,

they immediately set up the situation outside Jurong Town on the sand table according to the information just gathered.

The Japanese from three directions had now had two directions wiped out by the Sixty-sixth Army and the others.

Only the Japanese from the Tangshan direction had not yet been eliminated.

And Jurong Town had also been completely occupied.

"What exactly are they trying to do?" Chen Cheng didn't understand.

Logically speaking, these three armies could now prepare to flee.

Although, from this一路 forward, there were still many towns to break through to get to Ningguo.

Those places were all defended by the Japanese.

But the Sixty-sixth Army should have set off earlier!

If he couldn't contact the Sixty-sixth Army, Chen Cheng would immediately ask them what they were thinking.

How exactly was this battle being fought?

The staff in the entire command post could not figure out this battlefield.

Only that more than 1,000 Japanese soldiers were killed in Jurong Town.

This should be a Japanese battalion.

It would be impossible for a National Revolutionary Army (NRA) army to take down a battalion of Japanese soldiers.

Thinking back to the August 13th Incident, three fully equipped German-trained crack armies failed to take down a camp defended by more than 1,000 Shanghai Marine Corps and more than 2,000 Japanese residents.

So, judging by this, neither the Sixty-sixth Army nor the Eighty-third Army could take down Jurong alone.

As for the 5,000 Japanese soldiers in Chunhua, the staff could not imagine how they could attack Jurong at the same time.

And how much of their own force they would use to intercept these 5,000 Japanese soldiers?

In fact, these chiefs of staff had one thing they did not say: If the NRA had such combat power,

then the Shanghai battlefield, the Wufu Line, the Xicheng Line, and the defense of Nanjing would have driven the Japanese back to their homeland long ago.

The chiefs of staff all looked at Chen Cheng, watching how he would place the flags representing the NRA.

How could the Japanese be defeated?

Chen Cheng held the flags representing the Eighty-third Army, the Sixty-sixth Army, and the Special Operations Company.

First, he put the Special Operations Company in Chunhua.

Thinking about their thousand-odd men against the enemy's 5,000 elites,

he added the Sixty-sixth Army.

Thinking back to the defense of Nanjing, the Fifty-first Division only held Chunhua for two days and one night.

That was a crack division; whether it was weapons and equipment, soldier quality, or soldier numbers, they were all stronger than the Sixty-sixth Army.

Thinking of this, Chen Cheng quietly moved a division of the Eighty-third Army to Chunhua.

At this time, there was only one division of the Eighty-third Army in the direction of Tianwang Temple and Jurong.

Chen Cheng sighed and put down all the flags representing troop strength in his hand.

He no longer tried to deduce the situation.

Of course, Lin Fan and his men in Jurong did not know what was happening in Wuhan.

Now, Army Commander Ye Zhao and the others were surrounding Chen Sichuan, wanting to use artillery shells but not knowing how.

These artillery shells were as tall as a man, and only an adult could wrap their arms around them.

They were impossible to move.

Looking at these shells, Lin Fan said with a smile, "These are good stuff."

Army Commander Ye Zhao asked, "What kind of gun uses such big shells?"

Lin Fan pointed at it and said, "These were produced by the Japanese specifically to attack cities and fortresses.

They are called Type 98 mortars.

They have a caliber of 320 millimeters,

and these shells weigh 300 kilograms. That wooden frame and the base with a refined iron bar are their launching devices.

Unfortunately, their range is too short, only 1,100 meters, and the firing angle is fixed at forty-five degrees."

"It can only hit fixed targets?" Army Commander Ye Zhao asked.

"Yes!" Lin Fan answered affirmatively.

"What a pity!" Army Commander Ye said regretfully.

Lin Fan said, "The Japanese must have been planning to use these to hit the walls of Nanjing.

They just didn't expect the NRA to retreat so quickly."

Army Commander Ye Zhao studied it carefully for a while: "It's a bit of a waste!

Its power is not as good as aerial bombs!"

Lin Fan thought for a moment: "Its accuracy is much better than aerial bombs."

"That's good!" The Japanese aerial bombs weighed as much as 400 kilograms each; 300 kilograms and 100 kilograms were common.

The accuracy of their drops was indeed not very good.

But as long as they hit, the defenders' position would be breached.

Lin Fan looked at the four shells, a look of fondness on his face:

"I want these shells. You won't need them even if you take them!

There's no need to distribute these, right?"

Army Commander Ye Zhao and Army Commander Deng Longguang looked at Lin Fan like this.

Army Commander Deng Longguang asked, "Are you going to attack Nanjing?"

Lin Fan said with a smile, "Temporarily classified! But after these shells are used, you'll definitely know.

But I will definitely not use them to attack cities, only to hit Japanese soldiers."

Army Commander Ye Zhao thought for a while: "Nodded, we really can't use these four shells, and we don't need them.

You can take them!"

In fact, he was very satisfied with Lin Fan's attitude.

Lin Fan had taken the entire Jurong, and he wanted to monopolize all these equipment.

What could the Sixty-sixth Army and the Eighty-third Army say?

They were attracted to these four shells throughout the warehouse.

Now that they knew their origin and purpose, they were no longer interested.

Walking forward a few steps, they saw the boxes containing artillery shells.

The two army commanders looked at each other and said with a wry smile, "We can't use these shells either."

Here, there were several stacks of 150mm cannon shells and howitzer shells.

Neither of their armies had cannons, so there was no use for these shells.

Fortunately, they could already see the 70mm shells used by the Type 92 infantry gun in front.

There were many artillery shells stacked here.

This time Lin Fan said, "First deduct the artillery shells I lent you. Then, distribute the remaining artillery shells equally according to the number of cannons allocated to each unit."

Army Commander Ye Zhao said with a smile, "Company Commander Lin! You are experts in fighting Japanese soldiers. Even if you are a little short of artillery shells in the future,

you can capture them from the Japanese. It is very difficult for our units to fight the Japanese alone.

It is very difficult to capture anything.

We are not the imperial guards or the Central Army, so it is difficult to rely on supplies from our superiors.

Can you give us some preferential treatment for these artillery shells?

Leave us a little more."

When Army Commander Deng Longguang heard what his old partner said, he immediately added, "We can divide more artillery shells, and less of other things is fine."

Lin Fan thought of the cars parked on the streets of Jurong and said with a smile, "I want the cars!

As you also know, my unit has many cars, so we can only walk on the main roads.

Having more cars is always better.

Anyway, you don't have any cars, and you can't move on mountain roads with cars.

There are many rivers in Jiangnan, and you can easily be blocked by a small river."

Army Commander Ye Zhao said with a smile, "We really can't use the cars, but they are good stuff!

We are all one family, and one car is worth five carts with mules and horses."

Lin Fan widened his eyes, "Old Ye! You are being too greedy!

In Shanghai, a car can be sold for the price of ten carts.

But these cars need oil, and if I can't find oil, they are useless."

Army Commander Ye Zhao just looked at Lin Fan; this time he would not give in.

Lin Fan looked at Army Commander Deng, and Army Commander Deng just smiled; obviously, the two army commanders were on the same side.

Lin Fan sighed, "Okay! Who told me to be so loyal?"

Army Commander Ye Zhao said with a smile, "You should be happy! Even if you don't go to Shanghai, you can drive forward to Tianwang Temple.

If you really want to sell them, someone will dare to buy them."

Marx said, "With 20 percent profit, capital becomes lively,

with 50 percent profit, it will take risks,

with 100 percent profit, it will dare to trample on all laws,

and with 300 percent profit, it will dare to risk being hanged."

He was right: No matter when, as long as the profit is sufficient,

merchants will come, even on the battlefield full of war.

Lin Fan really did not have to worry about these cars being stuck in his hands.

There were very few people in this era who could drive.

Therefore, Army Commander Ye Zhao and Army Commander Deng Longguang understood: even if they distributed these cars to their hands,

they would not be able to drive them.

And they did not know what kind of situation they would encounter later.

If they had to take mountain roads, they could only abandon these cars in an emergency.

But carts were different. They could not take carts on short sections of mountain roads.

Even if they really could not take the carts, they could take the mules and horses away, and take away the axles and wheels of the carts.

As for the frames, that was not a problem at all; they could just find wood to make them when needed.

Today, Army Commander Ye Zhao saw how the soldiers of the Special Operations Company made the cars pass through the wilderness where there were no roads.

They were completely at the professional level of combat engineers in this regard.

They were fast and good, and they could not compete with the Special Operations Company on this point.

The artillery shells had not been decided, but the three of them had decided on the distribution of vehicles.

A win-win-win situation!

Looking further back, it was the mortar shells.

There were even more mortar shells, and Lin Fan had the same opinion: "First return the borrowed mortar shells.

The rest will be distributed according to the number of mortars."

Army Commander Ye Zhao used the same reason: "My brothers' unit's training is not as good as the Special Operations Company, their morale is not as good, and the quality of the soldiers is not as good as the Special Operations Company.

They rely on these artillery shells to embolden and encourage the soldiers."

Lin Fan had to say, "You can have more artillery shells, but you need to pay for them."

Mentioning money, the two army commanders looked at each other: "These artillery shells cannot be bought with money.

Besides, that money originally belonged to other people."

A look was worth a thousand words, and the two army commanders immediately agreed to use the gold captured on the battlefield to offset the price of the extra artillery shells.

There were not many differences between the two sides in the distribution of firearms and ammunition.

This was because the supply of firearms and ammunition was much easier.

And the Special Operations Company was all using Japanese equipment, so they naturally needed more firearms and ammunition.

But these firearms and ammunition also had to be offset by those artillery pieces.

Lin Fan said, "First deduct the artillery that the Special Operations Company borrowed from the artillery captured today.

Then distribute it."

Neither army commander had any objections.

In this way, the Special Operations Company was actually at a disadvantage.

The normal distribution method should be to let them return the artillery after the three parties have been allocated.

Weapons and ammunition were distributed in this way.

The rest were the grain and supplies.

Army Commander Ye Zhao took the initiative and said, "First take out the grain that the Special Operations Company spent these days.

Then we will distribute the remaining grain equally."

Lin Fan also thought this was reasonable.

Now, the three of them had unknowingly distributed all the spoils of war on the entire battlefield.

Only the gold and silver treasures captured in the direction of Chunhua had not been distributed.

The three of them did not mention the loot in the direction of Tangshan.

That location was completely a solo interception by the Special Operations Company, and the two army commanders were embarrassed to mention it, so Lin Fan did not mention it either.

At this time, Army Commander Ye Zhao asked, "Nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers escaped from Jurong.

Should we chase after them?"

Lin Fan shook his head: "Forget it! Let them go!

We will only rest in Jurong for a few days!

Then we will advance towards Ningguo."

While they were discussing whether to pursue and kill the escaping group of Japanese soldiers,

Commander Asaka Yasuhiko was riding a war horse in a state of disarray, walking on a muddy mountain road.

They had been fleeing from Jurong for two hours.

Captain Mikage Yohei could fully feel that this was the most difficult road he had ever traveled in his life.

After escaping from the Shanghai Expeditionary Army Command Post in Jurong, this group of people took country roads.

In the suburbs of Nanjing in December, with the chaos of war and the light rain in the sky,

this fleeing team was always afraid that pursuers would appear behind them.

Captain Mae no Sono Somata had deployed a company of soldiers 3,000 meters away from Jurong for this purpose.

Captain Yoshimasu Takuya was ordered to lead a company with only half its strength, anxiously ambushing in the wilderness.

On this road, Captain Yoshimasu Takuya had the excitement of escaping from Jurong,

and complained about the muddy and difficult roads.

Now he was squatting in the grass, secretly praying, only wanting the passing gods to bless his team not to be discovered by the pursuers behind.

No! The best thing was that the NRA team would not come after them at all.

The captain had an order: "Hold on for two hours before you can retreat!"

Now, Captain Yoshimasu Takuya just wanted the two hours to pass quickly.

After Fujiwara Yuzhen escaped from Lin Fan's muzzle at Tiefo Temple, he calmly walked to the street.

His left shoulder was injured, and he did not dare to stop when he first walked onto the street.

After walking down a street, he saw a small Chinese medicine hall on the side and immediately walked in.

Sun Shizong was sitting in a chair, watching this young soldier walk in.

He immediately noticed that the clothes on his shoulder were stained with a lot of blood.

He quickly stood up: "Officer! What's wrong?"

Fujiwara Yuzhen said calmly: "I was just in the city and was injured by a bullet that flew over from I don't know where.

Doctor, please take a look."

Sun Shizong said with some embarrassment: "Officer, we have special medicines for treating external injuries.

It's an ancestral secret recipe, but you have a gunshot wound. It's best to find a Western doctor to take out the bullet."

Fujiwara Yuzhen said calmly: "Just put some medicine on it for me and bandage it."

Sun Shizong really did not want to treat this external injury for these soldiers: mainly because he could not get money.

Also, he himself did not know Western medicine's stitches or how to take out bullets, and he was afraid of causing trouble.

Today, this officer seemed to be stuck on him.

He had no choice but to have the waiter bring a basin of hot water to wash the wound for this officer first.

At this time, he found that the wound was open on both sides and immediately became happy: "Officer! Your wound is open on both sides, which means that the bullet has come out.

I'll put medicine on it for you, and take some replacement medicine powder, and you'll be fine soon."

Fujiwara Yuzhen still had the same expression: "Just bandage it for me, don't use any medicine! I'm going to the hospital!"

Hearing that he was just asked to help bandage it, Sun Shizong was even more relieved.

He immediately used a new strip of cloth to wrap Fujiwara Yuzhen a few times, and that was the end of it.

Fujiwara Yuzhen stood up, tried it, and felt it was not bad, at least it stopped bleeding temporarily.

He took out a silver dollar from his body, threw it on the counter, and strode out.

This made Sun Shizong very happy: he simply did not expect that

this officer only bandaged it, did not use any medicine, and even gave him a silver dollar.

Walking out of this Chinese medicine hall,

Fujiwara Yuzhen did not return to the house where he had stayed when he first came to Nanjing.

Now the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder had stopped temporarily.

Although some passers-by pointed at him while walking on the road,

it did not attract much attention.

Since the August 13th Incident, wounded soldiers could often be seen swaggering through the city of Nanjing.

More than one NRA wounded soldier walked down the street.

There were too many wounded soldiers like Fujiwara Yuzhen wearing NRA uniforms and strolling around with injuries.

There were also many wounded soldiers with missing arms and legs walking on the streets.

Fujiwara Yuzhen was not flustered now, and was recalling when he was exposed.

He carefully recalled everything he had done in the past two days.

He was not exposed last night, so it could only be when the entire team transferred today.

He thought of the two NRA soldiers he met when he went out.

In any case, Fujiwara Yuzhen could not imagine when he had revealed any flaws.

This led to the NRA's earth-shattering blow.

As long as he thought of the 300 warriors he had worked so hard to train, all dying in one battle, he felt an unspeakable pain in his heart.

While walking, while sad, and with his body still in pain, Fujiwara Yuzhen was not familiar with the city of Nanjing.

Finally, he found a rickshaw and said directly, "Go to the best hospital."

When he walked to this German clinic clutching his shoulder, the guard with a gun at the door

stopped him immediately when he saw his NRA uniform:

"You should go to your own hospital. This is the territory of foreign devils, and we don't treat poor people."

Fujiwara Yuzhen immediately spoke fluent German, which stunned the guard who had originally stopped him from entering.

He casually threw out a silver dollar as a tip for the guard.

He immediately bent down, arched his body, and pointed forward flatteringly: "Officer! Please!"

This was a German hospital, and their hospital had the best antibiotics at this time: penicillin.

The doctor carefully cleaned Fujiwara Yuzhen's wound again, and stitched it up.

Then, after bandaging the wound, he instructed, "Come back in three days to change the dressing."

Here, Fujiwara Yuzhen spent one hundred silver dollars.

He knew the price was high, but now was not the time to worry about these small things.

On the contrary, he could get the best protection here.

So he spent another one hundred silver dollars and stayed in this hospital.

Fujiwara Yuzhen wanted to hide here and wait for the Empire's soldiers to attack this city.

His wait did not last long. Three days later, when Fujiwara Yuzhen changed his dressing once,

the doctor was very satisfied with the recovery of his wound.

He told him that the stitches could be removed in another three days, and the wound would be completely healed in at most ten days.

In these three days, everything that happened in Nanjing seemed to have nothing to do with this hospital.

No NRA soldiers entered this hospital, and Japanese soldiers only wandered around the entrance of the hospital, but did not dare to come in.

Fujiwara Yuzhen, who had changed his medicine, finally walked out. The Japanese soldiers wandering around the entrance of the hospital saw an NRA wounded soldier walking out of this hospital.

They immediately surrounded him as if they had discovered a new continent.

Fujiwara Yuzhen scolded them a few times and slapped their faces red and swollen.

Then he ordered, "Take me to see your division commander, or go to the Shanghai Expeditionary Army Headquarters!"

When he met Division Commander Ogisu Ritsubei, Fujiwara Yuzhen learned that "The Shanghai Expeditionary Army Headquarters was besieged by an NRA unit in Tangshan.

It retreated to Jurong, and the situation was critical.

The rescue teams sent out were all wiped out by that NRA unit.

Now Commander Asaka Yasuhiko has withdrawn from Jurong and entered the mountains.

We need an experienced officer to lead a team to meet them.

Considering that it is very difficult to find and travel in the mountains,

the candidate has not been decided yet."

When the China Expeditionary Army Headquarters learned that Commander Asaka Yasuhiko had retreated from Jurong,

they immediately sent planes to search for and locate them.

At the same time, they formed a second rescue team, but this time the number of troops was greatly reduced.

After all, this time they were bringing Commander Asaka Yasuhiko and his party back to Nanjing from the mountains.

But the soldiers were organized, but the officer in charge had not been decided.

At this time, Fujiwara Yuzhen appeared.

He proposed to Commander Matsui Iwane that "he lead the team to find Commander Asaka Yasuhiko."

Commander Matsui Iwane of the China Expeditionary Army had always been dissatisfied with the officer in charge of finding them.

At this time, Fujiwara Yuzhen took the initiative to request, although he had not made any achievements in Nanjing this time,

and had caused an entire team to be wiped out.

But thinking that he had been leading the special task force to operate in NRA territory for some time without injury,

Commander Matsui Iwane of the China Expeditionary Army finally agreed to let Fujiwara Yuzhen lead the team.

Receiving the order, Fujiwara Yuzhen immediately set off from Nanjing with a team composed of three infantry companies.

Although he was not familiar with the location he was going to now, Fujiwara Yuzhen led the team out of Tongji Gate.

He carefully studied the situation around Jurong.

According to Chunhua being occupied by the NRA, and the NRA chasing the Shanghai Expeditionary Army Headquarters from Tangshan to Jurong,

it could be inferred that the NRA also went from Tangshan to occupy Chunhua.

Now the Shanghai Expeditionary Army Headquarters was retreating in a southwest direction.

Fujiwara Yuzhen was going to lead his team around Chunhua and then search in a southwest direction.

As soon as this team passed Gaogiao Gate, they marched towards Fangshan.

Lian Yuankui led a team of twenty men and had annihilated the Japanese soldiers attacking Chunhua.

According to Zhen Danxiao's order, they went to Nanjing to scout and monitor the Japanese army's movements.

As soon as Fujiwara Yuzhen's team passed Gaogiao Gate, they were discovered by Lian Yuankui's reconnaissance team.

While Lian Yuankui sent Niu Jianye back to report, he sent ten soldiers to quietly follow behind this Japanese team.

Another team of soldiers continued to guard outside Gaogiao Gate.

Ji Kaize led nine people and watched from a distance as the Japanese soldiers passed Gaogiao Gate, but did not follow the main road.

They were actually heading towards Fangshan.

"What are these Japanese soldiers trying to do?" Ji Kaize was puzzled.

Zhen Danxiao received the news that a team of five hundred Japanese soldiers had come out of Nanjing and did not follow the highway.

Instead, they were heading towards Fangshan.

He was also puzzled about what these Japanese soldiers wanted to do.

He did not dare to neglect and immediately sent someone to Jurong to deliver the news.

At this time, Lin Fan was commanding Leng Jingguo's battalion of soldiers to settle down in Jurong Town.

The four squads that attacked Jurong could finally rest.

Now, each squad of the Special Operations Company was deployed within a radius of ten kilometers.

The battle in the direction of Tangshan was also over.

Lin Fan finally made up his mind, sent a signal soldier, and asked all the squads except the newly joined Li Zhize to come to Jurong for a meeting.

The squad leaders who received the order set off immediately.

Yang Daren and Ye Dadan's teams were in Tangshan.

The soldiers had not finished cleaning up the battlefield, and the gold and silver in those satchels could not be brought back.

4:10 PM, December 14, 1937:

The Special Operations Company was holding a meeting in the former Japanese command post in Jurong.

The puppet army's Captain Leng Jingguo and his five battalion commanders, thirty company commanders, and ninety squad leaders were all waiting outside.

When these people first entered Jurong Town, they encountered soldiers from the Special Operations Company still cleaning up the battlefield.

Seeing the Japanese corpses lying on the ground, these puppet army officers were all very excited.

Captain Leng Jingguo counted all the way and found at least five hundred Japanese corpses.

These officers were brought here and waited in the courtyard.

Waiting for the Special Operations Company to finish their meeting.

In the command post, Lin Fan looked at these partners who had fought with him.

He said with a smile: "Everyone, we have finally been able to take a breath after breaking out of Nanjing.

In these two days, we have wiped out nearly 20,000 Japanese soldiers.

The dead Japanese soldiers are all good Japanese soldiers, so we won't talk about them.

Let's just talk about the more than 6,000 puppet troops who were captured.

And more than 300 NRA soldiers who had no organization were recruited.

Company Commander Li Zhize of the Central Training Corps has decided to join us.

Now his company is the tenth squad of our Special Operations Company.

We have newly recruited a Japanese field hospital and designated it as the eleventh squad.

Now I have decided to divide all the puppet troops who were captured equally among the ten squads.

At the same time, all the original squads are now upgraded to platoons.

From now on, our Special Operations Company finally has eleven platoons.

Everyone knows Platoon Leader Ji Wudi of the eleventh platoon.

Arranging her to manage the field hospital has only two reasons:

First, she speaks the Japanese language.

Second, she is a little older."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, everyone laughed.

Ji