Chapter 1 Lin Fan's Question

Lin Fan's question was sharp!

Chen Sichuan was speechless.

He wasn't afraid to lead a regiment in a head-on battle against the Japanese.

He wasn't afraid to command a battle on his own!

But the Special Operations Brigade's current task—sending a company and a cannon into the Japanese encirclement, and then bringing them back—this, Chen Sichuan couldn't do!

Feng Junya was also at a loss for words.

He couldn't do it!

Immediately, both of them changed their tune.

Chen Sichuan said with a smile, "Old Company Commander! I've always been your squad leader. Let me go with you."

Feng Junya wasn't far behind. "Company Commander! I've always been your follower. Let me go with you too."

Lin Fan watched their performance.

"Alright! Alright! I called you here not to put on a show of loyalty.

I have things for you to do.

Chen Sichuan, after I go to Teng County, you'll be in charge of all military matters for the entire Special Operations Brigade.

You make the decisions on military matters, but listen to the opinions of others.

Li Xian is in charge of local affairs.

If you can't decide, send me a telegram!

Your First Company will come with me this time. Have the soldiers prepare.

Concentrate in Jurong.

Be careful to maintain secrecy.

Feng Junya, your Eighth Regiment will be stationed in Changxing to protect our base.

The future of the Special Operations Brigade is in Changxing, so you must protect it well.

Not only must you prevent Japanese aerial bombardment, but also Japanese personnel infiltration.

Send your First Platoon here, with one anti-aircraft gun and five hundred shells.

They'll come with me."

"Yes!" Chen Sichuan and Feng Junya responded in unison.

Lin Fan also confirmed the military command authority after his departure with Li Xian before convening a meeting of the Special Operations Brigade's various regimental commanders.

Liu Laopao's Second Regiment and Xiao Dongbei's Third Regiment were the furthest from Jurong.

Thanks to the Special Operations Brigade's recent extensive construction of temporary airfields in various counties, both regimental commanders were sent planes by Lin Fan to attend the meeting.

This was the first high-ranking officers' meeting since the Special Operations Brigade departed from Jurong to escort the Eighty-third and Sixty-sixth Armies to Ningguo.

A total of fifteen regimental commanders, an independent flying battalion, a communications battalion, and a field hospital, along with Li Xian, attended the meeting.

At the meeting, Lin Fan reported the Special Operations Brigade's achievements and accomplishments over the past two months.

Finally, he announced that he would lead a team to Teng County to support the Fifth War Area's operations.

At the same time, he announced that after his departure, Chen Sichuan would be responsible for military affairs, and Li Xian would be responsible for civil affairs.

The field hospital was actually the slave company Lin Fan had taken in at Deqing.

Company Commander Motoi Ryota became anxious when he heard that Lin Fan was going to Teng County.

He was the first to speak. "Master! It's too dangerous! Don't go."

Lin Fan said coldly, "Shut up! Instead of worrying about that, you should think carefully about which people to send with me."

"Yes!" Company Commander Motoi Ryota, who had gradually integrated into the Special Operations Brigade, quickly agreed.

He didn't dare to disobey his master's orders in the slightest.

Regimental Commander Ji Wudi had originally wanted to volunteer to take a group of doctors and nurses with him.

Seeing this situation, she immediately fell silent.

Although none of the fifteen regimental commanders objected, none of them agreed either.

Lin Fan said with a smile, "Don't be so gloomy! When we came out of Sihang Warehouse,

We didn't have cannons or airplanes.

We've grown from a hundred people to a force of twenty thousand.

We have everything now.

This time, I'm going to Teng County with cannons, airplanes, and strong soldiers.

We'll bring back a team of ten thousand men.

Isn't it something to be happy about that our force for fighting the Japanese is getting stronger and stronger?"

"But! It's too dangerous!" Ji Wudi finally said.

Lin Fan glanced at her and then swept his gaze across the faces of Chen Sichuan, Liu Laopao, Jia Shusheng, Xiao Dong…

Only then did he say, "Instead of worrying about me being in danger outside,

You should train the troops well at home.

I've already prepared the next training outline for the entire army.

Each regiment will train according to this standard when they return.

One thing to note is that the intensity of this training is very high, and not every soldier will be able to complete it.

Therefore, we can't force every soldier to complete these training exercises.

Training should be done step by step. Soldiers who can complete the training should slowly be brought together for training.

Eventually, we will train a real special forces unit."

Chen Sichuan asked, "Brigade Commander! Will the soldiers trained in this way be able to reach your current combat qualities?"

"Yes!" Lin Fan said firmly.

"When I return from Teng County, I will continue to train these soldiers.

The next time we carry out a mission like going to Teng County,

We can take them with us."

Lin Fan's words immediately excited the regimental commanders.

One by one, they immediately expressed their determination to train hard when they returned.

They guaranteed to train a group of qualified special forces soldiers for the brigade commander.

The goal of this meeting had been achieved.

Lin Fan's purpose was to announce the command of the entire Special Operations Brigade during his absence in front of everyone.

This was to avoid a leaderless situation in case of emergency.

With internal affairs arranged, the team preparing to go to Teng County was also ready.

The infantry was the First Company of the First Regiment, carrying normal combat equipment: five self-made earthen tanks of the Special Operations Brigade, ten light machine guns, five mortars, two Type 92 infantry guns, and one hundred and sixty rifles.

All ammunition was equipped according to fifty base numbers.

This infantry company could be regarded as one of the most elite teams in the Special Operations Brigade. After all, the former special operations company was the First Company.

It was led by Gu Xiuming, the First Company Commander.

The anti-aircraft gun was the First Platoon of the First Company of the Eighth Regiment. This was also the first artillery platoon to come into contact with the 88mm, and all the soldiers had top-notch combat qualities.

This team was led by An Ping, the First Platoon Leader of the First Company of the Eighth Regiment.

There was also a twenty-person medical rescue team, including ten doctors and ten nurses. This team was personally led by Motoi Ryota.

Lin Fan also specifically brought a reconnaissance plane, with Mao Wenxing accompanying him.

Ji Guochou, the commander of the Independent Flying Battalion, suggested that Xiao Jianying, He Haiqing, and Zhu Qingmao pilot the Long Teng One (Soaring Dragon One) to follow the action.

But Lin Fan refused: without a complete air defense system, the Long Teng One would just be a target for Japanese fighter planes.

The Special Operations Brigade's preparations were in full swing.

The preparations in Teng County were also underway.

The three division headquarters of the One Two Two Division, One Two Four Division, One Two Seven Division and the Three Six Four Brigade headquarters stationed in the city all received orders:

All troops were to go out of the city tonight to build a runway.

The Teng County security team had more than five hundred people. Zhou Tong organized eighteen hundred migrant workers plus the several division headquarters and officers and soldiers mobilized from Dawu Village and Xiaowu Village, totaling more than three thousand people.

Zhao Weixian, the chief of staff of the One Two Two Division, had already gone out of the city to conduct an on-the-spot investigation.

At this time, Japanese planes were still coming to harass them from time to time.

It was completely impossible to start work during the day.

Although this was the case, the plan still had to be made now.

Walking out of the west gate of Teng County, you could see a flat land.

A highway went straight through to Dawu Village.

Chief of Staff Zhao Weixian was a little embarrassed when he looked at a row of jujube trees beside the road.

He estimated that at least a hundred trees would have to be cut down.

Looking over from a distance, this was a flat area.

But in reality, when you got closer, you could still see that it would be difficult to turn them into a qualified temporary airport runway.

Everywhere was uneven, and some places were still half-meter-high small platforms.

Chief of Staff Zhao Weixian was making engineering plans outside the city, while County Chief Zhou Tong was looking for tools needed for road construction in the city.

Shovels, baskets, and stone rollers for compacting the ground all needed to be prepared in advance.

On the evening of March 10th, in Teng County, thousands of miles away from Jurong,

The highway west of the county seat was brightly lit.

A total of more than five thousand officers, soldiers, and migrant workers were divided into a hundred small teams for construction.

Zhou Jishen was in front of a small mound, digging down hard into the mud.

Immediately, someone used a basket to carry the mud to a depression on the side and filled it in.

While digging, he said, "Are the Sichuan Army going to have airplanes too?

Building such a long straight road."

A soldier working alongside him said, "It would be great if it were true.

Damn it, we've been bombed by Japanese planes these past few days.

Those little bastards fly so high and fast that my rifle can't reach them at all."

The soldier who spoke looked carefully at Zhou Jishen and suddenly said in surprise:

"Hey! You're Zhou, the great philanthropist!

Why are you here too?"

Zhou Jishen said with a smile, "Why can't I be here?

It is everyone’s responsibility to defend the soil and resist the war."

"But! But your family…" the Sichuan Army soldier didn't continue.

"My family has money and land, so we have to contribute both manpower and resources.

I heard from our local county chief that we have to level this place tonight.

One more person means one more bit of strength." Zhou Jishen said with a smile.

He still very much enjoyed the respect these people had for him.

Since the Sichuan Army had been stationed in Teng County since January, he had been sending pigs and sheep to the garrison every few days to comfort the troops.

As a result, many Sichuan Army soldiers recognized him.

When County Chief Zhou Tong notified Zhoujiacun today, he was the one who stood up to express his support.

And he came to work in person.

With the big households in the village taking the lead, the work was easier.

Not only the people from Zhoujiacun, but also the people from the neighboring Xiaowu Village and Dawu Village.

Hearing that Zhou Jishen himself was coming to dig the earth, the people from all the villages actively signed up to work.

That Zhou tycoon usually never worked in the fields at home.

In order to support the war of resistance, he had picked up a hoe, so what couldn't ordinary people go to do?

Besides, it was only one night's work.

It didn't interfere with anything.

Division Commander Wang Mingzhang looked at the bustling construction site and thought that only one company could come.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: mobilizing more than five thousand people was only for one company to land.

No matter how he thought about it, this was a losing proposition.

With so many people organized, at least ten fortresses could be built overnight.

He picked up a shovel and started digging.

Chief of Staff Zhao Weixian dissuaded him: "Division Commander! You've been working hard on military affairs these days.

You don't need to do this kind of work.

Let the brothers do it."

"One more person means one more bit of strength. Although I can't do much on my own,

But I can let the brothers see my attitude.

If they do a little bit more, the runway will be completed sooner." Wang Mingzhang said with a smile.

The division commander digging himself was seen by the soldiers and civilians nearby.

It also spread like the wind.

These soldiers and civilians moved even faster.

Even the general personally dug the earth, so what reason did the ordinary soldiers have not to work hard?

Zhao Weixian's worry about the hundred-plus jujube trees didn't cause any disputes.

The owner of the house heard that building a runway required cutting down these trees.

In the afternoon, he had already taken people and started to cut down the trees, braving the Japanese planes' bombing.

His family's several long-term workers were cutting down trees here, and it obviously didn't attract the attention of the Japanese planes.

In the evening, with the help of dozens of people, these trees were quickly cut down.

Even the roots were dug out and transported away.

The place where the trees were planted had to be leveled with the road.

After a night of hard work, a straight road twenty meters wide and one thousand meters long appeared outside the west gate of Teng County.

It looked like a runway and a newly built drill ground outside the west of the city. On the morning of March 11th,

The Japanese troops of the Sakaishita Shunsuke Flying Group continued to bomb Teng County and the surrounding positions.

Pilot Usagawa Hideki suddenly shouted in surprise while bombing Teng County:

"Commander Sakaishita, wasn't the road west of the city different yesterday?"

Commander Sakaishita Shunsuke looked at the wide road outside the west of the city.

He couldn't figure out if it had existed yesterday.

He said doubtfully, "Maybe it wasn't like this!"

Another pilot, Fujiyama Sota, said, "They built an airport runway overnight.

Do they want to fight us to the death?"

His words immediately brought laughter from the entire flying group.

"That joke is so funny.

Do they have their own airplanes?" Commander Sakaishita Shunsuke said with a smile.

His squadron had been bombing here for several days, and he had never seen the National Army's planes take to the air.

Not to mention airplanes, he had never even encountered the National Army's anti-aircraft guns.

Only a few National Army soldiers would use machine guns to make fearless attacks against the airplanes.

This situation was what the Japanese troops of the Sakaishita Shunsuke squadron disliked the most.

Whenever they encountered such resistance, they would shoot down the soldiers who were strafing the airplanes with machine guns.

Because retaliating with machine guns really had the possibility of shooting them down, although the probability was very small.

But the Japanese troops of the Sakaishita Shunsuke squadron didn't want the troops below to have this awareness.

These days, the troops below had been particularly fierce in their resistance to the infantry,

The 10th Division had originally thought that it could easily occupy Teng County with six thousand Japanese troops.

But after fighting for nearly two months, they still hadn't made any progress.

Division Commander Isogaya Rensuke had no choice but to increase his troops, and now the force had increased to thirteen thousand Japanese troops.

But it was useless!

They still hadn't made any progress.

This made Division Commander Isogaya Rensuke very embarrassed.

The Empire's most elite army was facing the National Army's worst-equipped Sichuan Army, but it was unable to move an inch.

This had already become a joke in the Empire's entire military headquarters.

Especially in the navy, they were already using the name of the Isogaya Division to represent the army's incompetence.

In order to occupy Teng County as soon as possible and then occupy Xuzhou,

Division Commander Isogaya Rensuke had accepted reality and was applying for more troops to be transferred over.

Today, the Japanese troops of the 10th Division were launching a full-scale offensive against the outer positions of Teng County.

From Shiqiang, Shimapo, and Liangxiadian to Xiangcheng and Puyang Mountain.

The officers and soldiers of the 570th Independent Brigade defending Shiqiang and Shimapo were fighting heroically against the Japanese artillery bombardment.

After repelling the Japanese troops' three attacks, the Japanese troops on the opposite side finally accepted their fate.

After retreating, they no longer organized attacks.

Company Commander Guan Derun, who was guarding Shiqiang, looked at a pile of graves in front of the position.

He had a plan in mind.

Pointing to the dozen or so grave mounds, he said to his deputy:

"At night, send people to bury some grenades in each grave mound.

Give the Japanese a surprise tomorrow."

Company Commander Guan Derun had just observed that the Japanese troops always gathered at those natural cover positions when they charged.

From here to Teng County, there were still thirty kilometers. Shiqiang and Shimapo could only be considered the outer defenses of Teng County.

He didn't know what the situation was like in other places.

Division Commander Wang Mingzhang was in Teng County, listening to the calls from various places.

The situation was still under control!

Although the Japanese troops' offensive was getting fiercer and fiercer, the entire defense line could still hold.

This made people feel relieved.

But he had no reserves in his hands now. The two months of hard fighting had exhausted the reserves of the entire 22nd Army.

Replenishment of troops had not arrived, and there was no news of troop rotation.

The Central Army's Tang Enbo Corps was less than a hundred miles away.

This was Chiang Kai-shek's support for the Fifth War Area.

Li Zhongren, the commander of the Fifth War Area, had already issued three orders to the Tang Enbo Corps.

He ordered them to set off immediately and support Teng County.

But his orders could not be implemented in the Tang Enbo Corps.

The Tang Enbo Corps was still using the excuse that the entire corps had not yet been fully assembled.

They refused to send troops!

This situation, compared to the Special Operations Brigade coming from thousands of miles away to support the defense of Teng County,

There was really no harm without comparison.

This morning, from Division Commander Wang Mingzhang's report, he learned that the airport runway had been completed.

It could be used.

Li Zhongren heard it in his ears and remembered it in his heart.

At this time, he hadn't notified anyone of the specific arrival time of the Special Operations Brigade.

Now the airspace of the entire country was being ravaged by the Japanese.

Li Zhongren didn't want his plan to be leaked.

The three aircrews of Jing Mingda, Chai Liyan, and Qian Yimin received a top-secret flight order in Xuzhou:

"Tonight, we are going to Jurong to pick up a team from the Special Operations Brigade."

They still knew something about the Special Operations Brigade.

They particularly remembered the scene in Jurong in the morning when the Special Operations Brigade shot down a Japanese fighter plane.

Now they were going to pick them up again.

Jing Mingda and the other two carefully studied the flight route. At night, they could fly straight over the Japanese troops' heads.

At this time, radar hadn't appeared yet, so the Japanese troops couldn't intercept them at night.

Lin Fan finally received a secret telegram from the Fifth War Area: "Pick up people tonight!"

He was ready, and the entire Special Operations Brigade was ready.

Transporting troops to the front line by air wasn't the first time Li Xian had done this kind of preparation work.

Now he was very experienced.

A simple wooden box was placed outside the ammunition box, and six boxes of ammunition were placed in each wooden box.

This could speed up the process of getting on and off the plane.

And it also fully considered the use of mule-drawn carts for land transportation, so the entire wooden box could be lifted directly onto the cart and driven away.

Convenient, fast, safe, and reliable!

This was the experience Li Xian had summarized.

In order to ensure the livelihood of this team, Li Xian also used this method.

He packed thousands of cans inside.

Everything was ready, waiting for the transport planes sent by the Fifth War Area to arrive at night.

The Special Operations Brigade's own plane had already been parked at Jurong Airport in the morning.

Various materials had been loaded, and this transport plane would have to return immediately after arriving in Teng County.

The reconnaissance plane piloted by Mao Wenxing had been inspected and was also parked at the airport, waiting for orders.

He would need to follow Lin Fan and his team all the time.

Today, he finally had some free time, and Lin Fan worked hard to write three thousand more words of the novel.

Shang Yuegui, who was far away in New York, was now starting to become famous.

Many people had seen the novel she published under the pen name Alice in the newspaper.

Major newspapers and radio stations were starting to look for this new writer named Alice.

The New York Times also noticed this writer who had never appeared before.

The newspaper that was serializing her novel was a small newspaper called West Street Culture Daily.

In the past few days, the newspaper's circulation had increased from three thousand copies a day to twelve thousand copies.

The newspaper office's phone was always ringing, with readers calling in to inquire about the subsequent plot of the novel and the author's situation.

Shang Yuegui herself was a reporter, and she knew her purpose.

To integrate into New York's high society.

Although some people had already noticed the name Alice, the heat wasn't enough.

She had to maintain a sense of mystery.

On the other hand, she couldn't help but sigh: how could Lin Fan be so outstanding?

He was good at fighting, and he was so good at writing.

She herself was urging Lin Fan to send her the manuscript as soon as possible every day.

The West Street Culture Daily had increased the payment from five dollars per thousand words to one hundred dollars per thousand words.

According to the requirements of Editor-in-Chief James, for every thousand copies the newspaper's circulation increased, her payment would increase by ten dollars per thousand words.

And on the third day of the novel's serialization, Shang Yuegui had already been given a column.

What James was most proud of now was that he had taken a second look at this yellow woman's article that day.

In fact, when Shang Yuegui got Lin Fan's novel, the first place she looked for was the New York Times.

The doors of the newspaper office were open, and the editor's scrutinizing gaze only glanced at Shang Yuegui.

He was shocked by her skin color.

First, he asked her what novels she had written before and in which magazines and newspapers she had published articles.

When he heard her introduce that she had worked as a reporter in that country that was at war,

He rudely interrupted her introduction: "We only look at the articles you have published in American magazines and newspapers."

For a newspaper in a backward country, Will felt that there was no need for him to understand.

As a result, he didn't even look at a single word of the manuscript that Shang Yuegui had brought and returned it to her.

He said politely, "Beautiful lady! I think you are a newcomer,

Your manuscript doesn't meet our requirements.

Please find a small newspaper to try!"

Shang Yuegui was invited out of the New York Times building in this way.

Later, she looked for several other influential newspapers, but without exception, they were all rejected.

This was how she found the West Street Culture Daily. This newspaper had originally only had some subscribers in the West District.

It mainly reported on some things in the West District.

At that time, Editor-in-Chief James had only taken Shang Yuegui's manuscript because he was bored and had nothing to do, and he had carefully read a few pages.

He felt that it was still relatively smooth, and anyway, his newspaper had plenty of space, and there were fewer advertisements these days.

He could try to serialize this novel, and at that time, he set the payment at five dollars per thousand words for three thousand words per issue.

The newspaper that published the first issue of the novel was sold out on the same day, and two thousand copies were urgently reprinted, which were also sold out.

This made Editor-in-Chief James realize that he had picked up a treasure.

He immediately contacted Shang Yuegui and raised her payment.

In just these few days, the price of advertising space in the West Street Culture Daily had begun to soar.

Editor-in-Chief James no longer had free time to drink coffee.

His day was fully scheduled, and people were constantly coming to contact him to place advertisements.

Shang Yuegui said in a telegram to Lin Fan:

"The daily payment can now support living in New York."

Of course, Lin Fan knew that not to mention one hundred dollars per thousand words, even five dollars per thousand words could allow ordinary people to live in New York.

At 9:40 p.m., the runway lights at Jurong Airport were turned on.

The current Jurong could be described as changing with each passing day.

In the past, to guide airplanes to land at night, they would burn bonfires.

Now, through the renovated runway, rows of indicator lights were installed, which was much more obvious than guiding with bonfires.

Jing Mingda said with emotion, "The changes here are really great!"

Looking down from the air, the entire Jurong was no longer like it used to be:

It was pitch black at night.

Now, looking down from the air at night, Jurong already had some scattered lights.

Li Xian was already having streetlights installed on Jurong streets.

Several neat rows of indicator lights were lit on the runway.

It was extremely clear.

The voice of the airport tower commander came from the radio.

All these changes were too fast, making Jing Mingda and the others feel a little unreal.

After landing, Lin Fan welcomed them and invited the three aircrews to rest for a while.

Jing Mingda and the others had been flying for nearly three hours.

Once the Special Operations Brigade's equipment and personnel were on board, they would immediately return.

Jing Mingda pointed to the airport and asked, "Brigade Commander Lin! The changes here are too great."

Lin Fan said with a smile, "Chief Pilot Jing, welcome to Jurong again during the day.

You will only discover the changes in Jurong when you come during the day.

You can't see it at night."

Jing Mingda also said with a smile, "We can also see many differences at night.

Jurong at night is no longer as pitch black as it used to be.

The airport here is also becoming more and more standardized."

Lin Fan said with a smile, "We always have to improve."

Chief Pilot Jing Mingda laughed, "Yes! We are all improving.

Our nation is also improving."

The well-prepared Special Operations Brigade was very fast at loading materials onto the plane.

In fifteen minutes, the team for this mission had all boarded the plane.

The materials were also placed in an orderly manner on the plane.

They were fixed in place.

In particular, there were two transport planes: one was transporting the 88mm anti-aircraft gun, and the other was transporting the tractor.

The anti-aircraft gun could still be disassembled into the barrel, body, and towing parts and put into boxes.

But the tractor could only be driven onto the plane and the wheels padded.

The wooden frame fixing the tractor was also secured inside the plane with ropes.

Lin Fan had thought of all the situations in advance to avoid accidents.

The current Special Operations Brigade and the National Army couldn't afford the cost of accidents.

Take these transport planes, for example. Since the war with the Japanese began,

Not a single transport plane lost by the National Army had been replenished.

A batch of fighter planes had been imported from the Soviet Union.

Lin Fan was also planning to get some transport planes next.

His ambition wasn't great. It would be enough to produce planes with a carrying capacity of ten tons.

Just before boarding the plane, he told Li Xian about his idea.

The plane took off from Jurong. This time, the route flew a short distance towards Wuhu.

Then it turned towards Teng County.

At 11:20 p.m., the Xuzhou Fifth War Area Headquarters received a telegram from the Special Operations Brigade:

Departed at 10:15 p.m.!

Teng County, headquarters of the 122nd Division.

This morning, when they reported to the Fifth War Area that the airport runway was ready,

Commander Li Zhongren immediately ordered a pile of firewood to be prepared every fifty meters on both sides of the temporary runway.

It would be used to guide the planes to land at night.

At 11:25 p.m. on March 11th, they received a call from the Fifth War Area Headquarters:

"The team from the Special Operations Brigade coming to support will arrive around 2:20 a.m.

The guiding bonfires on the runway must be lit in advance."

"Yes!"

After Division Commander Wang Mingzhang answered the phone, he didn't expect:

"The Special Operations Brigade, thousands of miles away, is so eager to come.

The runway was only repaired this morning, and they are coming over immediately tonight."

He also wanted to see what kind of team this was.

Wang Mingzhang immediately ordered: "The guard company will prepare. Tonight, go to the runway.

Welcome the new comrades-in-arms."

The nights in Teng County in March weren't that cold.

Having received the order, the entire guard company assembled. Wang Mingzhang took the deputy division commander and chief of staff of the 122nd Division and his party.

They all went to the west of the city to wait.

It was 2:00 a.m. on March 12th.

Division Commander Wang Mingzhang ordered: "Light the fire!"

The soldiers of the guard company immediately lit the torches, divided into two teams, and ran to the bonfire piles on both sides of the runway.

Oil had already been burned on these bonfires.

As soon as the torch approached, it immediately ignited.

The two lines of fire quickly extended into the distance.

Chief of Staff Zhao Weixian said with a smile, "Division Commander! This scene is still very spectacular!"

Wang Mingzhang said with a smile, "When King Zhou You of the Zhou Dynasty played with the feudal lords using beacon fires,

This scene was similar!

But at that time, he attracted feudal lords from all over the country.

What we are receiving is just one feudal lord."

Zhao Weixian said with a smile, "This team is still good. They have come from thousands of miles away to resist the war.

Compared to Han Fuqu, who lost Shandong without firing a shot some time ago, he is much stronger."

Hearing Chief of Staff Zhao Weixian mention Han Fuqu, Division Commander Wang Mingzhang felt a little emotional:

"Our Commander Liu could have been content with staying in the southwest.

When the full-scale war of resistance began, he disregarded his illness and led 300,000 Sichuan Army soldiers to resist the war.

His great ambitions were not fulfilled before he died.

Even when he was dying, he was still thinking that if the war of resistance was not successful for one day, the Sichuan Army would not return for one day.

This Han Fuqu is the deputy commander of the Fifth War Area.

The Japanese are attacking his territory of Shandong.

He was able to give the entire Shandong to the Japanese without firing a shot.

I really don't know what to say about him.

President Chiang is right on this matter!

Such warlords who are passively resisting the war should be severely punished."

Chief of Staff Zhao Weixian didn't expect that the division commander would have so many emotions tonight.

Maybe it was also related to the fact that the Tang Enbo Corps was unwilling to send troops to support him during the day!

At 2:20, there was no sound of planes in the air.

The officers and soldiers of the 122nd Division waiting by the runway were a little anxious.

In this era, there were many accidents when flying at night.

2:30 passed, and there was still no sound of airplane engines in the air.

Planes couldn't be seen at night; they could only be heard.

Division Commander Wang Mingzhang was also a little unsure. At 2:45,

The sound of engines finally came from the air.

Chief Pilot Jing Mingda saw that there were two long lines of fire on the ground below.

There were no conditions like Jurong here, and there was no radio communication.

They could only descend like this.

The planes flew by at low altitude, and looking at the soldiers by the bonfires, they weren't Japanese troops.

That was fine.

The group of planes that had flown around Teng County began to land one after another. There were a total of five planes.

The soldiers of the 122nd Division's guard company watched the team of soldiers walking down from the planes.

When getting off the plane, the first thing they pushed out were a few small carts.

In the flickering light of the bonfire, it could be seen that the gun muzzles on the carts were dark.

The next to come out were teams of soldiers.

Some of these soldiers were holding light machine guns, and some were carrying mortar barrels.

Later, they were even pushing Type 92 infantry guns.

If it weren't for seeing that their clothes were indeed those of the National Army,

Just looking at the weapons of this team of soldiers, one would think that they were a Japanese team.

Lin Fan was led to Division Commander Wang Mingzhang.

For such a national hero, a pure soldier,

Lin Fan respected him from the bottom of his heart.

Standing at attention and saluting, he reported: "Lin Fan, brigade commander of the Special Operations Brigade, is leading a team to report."

Division Commander Wang Mingzhang had originally thought that the Special Operations Brigade was sending a company from thousands of miles away.

It was just a company commander leading the team.

Of course, he, a division commander, didn't need to be too enthusiastic.

Being able to personally pick up the plane here tonight was already very generous.

Hearing Lin Fan's report, not only him, but even the other officers of the division headquarters beside him were stunned:

"Lin Fan, brigade commander of the Special Operations Brigade!"

What was he doing in such a dangerous place?

Division Commander Wang didn't know what the Special Operations Brigade was all about before.

Of course, he asked Commander Sun Zhen.

Sun Zhen then asked familiar people at the Fifth War Area Headquarters.

He didn't know until he asked, and only after asking did he understand:

This Special Operations Brigade was extraordinary.

They had actually carved out a base area under the eyes of the Japanese.

And they had also appointed their own local officials.

This was completely another warlord!

Now the leader of this new warlord was actually personally leading a company, traveling thousands of miles to Teng County to fight the Japanese.

What kind of spirit was this?

Wang Mingzhang was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

He strode forward and returned the salute.

He held Lin Fan's hand tightly with both hands: "Brother Lin! Coming from thousands of miles away to fight the Japanese,

Why did you come in person?

What about your family?"

Lin Fan said with a smile, "You can come, so why can't I come?

Of course, fighting the Japanese has to be done in person to be enjoyable.

As for family matters, it's fine as long as they are arranged."

Lin Fan pointed to the plane that was still unloading and said, "Our weapons, I believe Division Commander Wang has already seen them.

They are different from the National Army's equipment. Our team was only established recently.

All the weapons can only be obtained by seizing them.

Therefore, they are all Japanese weapons.

Ammunition is also seized in the same way.

So when we came, we brought a lot of ammunition.

We may need some carts to transport it."

"Easy to say! Easy to say! I'll arrange it immediately." Chief of Staff Zhao Weixian said immediately.

Division Commander Wang Mingzhang held Lin Fan's hand and said, "Brother Lin understands! Bringing your own supplies,

Otherwise, it would be difficult to get supplies here."

Lin Fan nodded and said, "We in Jiangnan have also heard about the stories of heroes shedding blood and tears.

Everyone is very angry.

Unfortunately, we can't reach it, and we can only feel resentful.

We can't provide any help at all.

Now it's good. This time, we can