December 27, 1937, 10:15 PM:

The Special Operations Brigade once again sends an open telegram to the world:

"Our unit recaptured Deqing on the 27th. The Japanese 18th Division has collapsed and is fleeing in panic.

Our unit, in the spirit of humanitarianism, strictly adheres to the Geneva Conventions.

We are taking meticulous care and providing careful treatment to the more than five hundred wounded Japanese soldiers abandoned by the 18th Division in Deqing.

Currently, the conditions of these wounded Japanese soldiers are under control and their emotions are stable.

Our unit has decided to transfer all the wounded Japanese soldiers to the China Expeditionary Army at 2:00 PM on the 28th in the mountainous area at the Deqing-Hangzhou border. We request that reporters from various countries go to supervise and verify the transfer."

This time, the Special Operations Brigade sent the telegram in clear code.

As soon as it was sent, it immediately surprised all countries in the world concerned about the situation in the East:

"Our unit! That once fleeting code name has appeared again."

They once again threw a bombshell of news to the world.

Commander Li Zongren of the Fifth War Area had just announced at this evening's victory celebration:

The Special Operations Brigade, directly under the Fifth War Area, annihilated a Japanese infantry battalion and an artillery battalion in the battle that just ended at 5:00 PM.

This news excited the reporters and celebrities who came to the ball.

Everyone raised their glasses three times for this good news.

The atmosphere of the banquet was very warm.

Everyone was discussing whether the National Revolutionary Army would drive the Japanese out of the country in three months or six months.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of victory.

After the Special Operations Brigade's open telegram was broadcast to the world,

Commander Li Zongren immediately received a notification.

He immediately announced the news at the banquet.

A reporter at the scene raised his hand, "Commander Li! As reporters, we really want to go to the handover site to see it.

We should not be absent from such an inspiring scene.

We also want to go to Deqing to interview.

What kind of team is this Special Operations Brigade under your command?

Such a heroic team should not be so unknown!"

Li Zongren thought: In the current situation of the War of Resistance, the National Revolutionary Army in various parts of the country are retreating.

To have a team that can recover lost territory,

Capture wounded Japanese soldiers, and strictly implement the Geneva Conventions,

Can boost the confidence of the people in the War of Resistance domestically.

Internationally, it can also demonstrate the image of the National Revolutionary Army as a heroic and benevolent army.

So that the National Revolutionary Army's righteous war can receive more international support.

Moreover, this team belongs to the Fifth War Area, and all their achievements are inseparable from the support of the Fifth War Area.

Thinking of this, Commander Li Zongren finally spoke:

"Everyone! The Special Operations Brigade is a unit directly under the Fifth War Area.

Everything they do is carried out under the direct leadership of the Fifth War Area.

Just now, the Fifth War Area also used special means to send support from the Fifth War Area to them.

The situation on the battlefield is dangerous, with stray bullets and shrapnel flying everywhere.

Accidents are everywhere.

Everyone's request is very reasonable.

This kind of thing of handing over enemy wounded on the battlefield,

The whole world should know: our army is a heroic army, a moral army, and a benevolent army.

Therefore, I have decided to send planes tonight to take reporters who are willing to go to Deqing.

But one thing must be stated: we have the ability to send everyone to Deqing.

After arriving in Deqing, everyone can only act with the Special Operations Brigade.

The dangers along the way are unknown, please think carefully.

In order to prevent anyone from leaking the news and the Japanese sending planes to intercept it midway,

From now on, reporters who want to go to Deqing should go to the airport immediately.

Everyone else, continue the ball.

Do not contact the outside world within an hour.

Those who are going to Deqing should go out from the door on the right."

Immediately, a large group of people in formal attire walked towards the door on the right.

These reporters always carry their tools with them wherever they go.

Many news events always happen unexpectedly, so they have been prepared for a long time.

Li Zongren saw that there were more than a dozen reporters going to Deqing.

He ordered the adjutant, "Arrange for them to go to the airport immediately. Notify the Special Operations Brigade that a group of reporters is coming."

Lin Fan did not expect that his message to Ishigen Matsui of the Japanese Central China Expeditionary Force,

The first to react was actually the Fifth War Area: Commander Li Zongren's assist was really good!

He immediately said, "The Special Operations Brigade should immediately prepare to welcome the arrival of the reporter group."

Now is the time to promote the Special Operations Brigade.

Our unit knows who "Our unit" is.

Far away in northern Shaanxi, several people looked at this "Our unit" open telegram.

Li Desheng smiled, "This little friend! He must have been taken advantage of.

Otherwise, he would not easily let go of these wounded Japanese soldiers."

Chiang Kai-shek remained silent after receiving the report!

His expression remained unchanged, but he was thinking a lot in his heart: Why is this team so powerful in combat?

Those wounded Japanese soldiers can actually be used for more things.

The Special Operations Brigade's ability to openly announce it to the world is also a utilization of these Japanese soldiers.

It can let the whole army and people see: the National Revolutionary Army still has local victories.

Commander Matsui Ishigen was in his office, listening to the report.

The 18th Division lost Deqing?

It was the first time he heard of it!

Lieutenant General Heisuke Yanagawa simply did not report the loss of Deqing.

In the heart of Lieutenant General Heisuke Yanagawa: when the brigade of Ushijima Sadayo in Mogan Mountain returns,

Deqing can be recovered in one fell swoop. Such a trivial matter.

If such a trivial matter can be concealed, then conceal it!

There is no need to report it to Commander Matsui Ishigen at all.

He never expected that this team that called itself our unit would be so unsportsmanlike.

They did not follow the routine and directly issued an open announcement!

Suddenly, the whole world knew about this matter.

The empire's image, which had just been built in front of the world, was once again slapped in the face.

The entire West, now the newspapers are reporting on the atrocities of the imperial army in Nanjing.

This time, the National Revolutionary Army came up with such a move, which was completely different from the actions of the imperial army.

Such a clear contrast made everyone see at a glance: who is barbaric and who is civilized?

The civilized image that the empire had spent decades building since the Meiji Restoration,

Collapsed overnight in front of the people of the world.

Several cabinet ministers within the Japanese islands also saw this telegram.

In this situation, they have to accept these wounded soldiers.

Commander Matsui Ishigen received the highest instructions from the island: no matter what the cost, the wounded must be safely returned.

No matter what the cost, this "Our unit" must be completely annihilated.

The instructions from the island coincided with Commander Matsui Ishigen's ideas.

This order was directly forwarded to the Tenth Army.

Commander Heisuke Yanagawa of the Tenth Army originally had the idea of advancing from Mogan Mountain to Anji,

And reoccupying Guangde.

Yesterday, he received news from the Taihu Fleet: the entire west bank of Taihu Lake had been completely lost.

Lieutenant General Heisuke Yanagawa wanted to take advantage of this dispatch to recapture all these places.

After receiving the instructions forwarded by Commander Matsui Ishigen,

He immediately ordered the Tenth Army's staff to formulate a plan.

This time, the staff of the Tenth Army had raised their attention to the Special Operations Brigade to the highest level.

Although this team, according to intelligence, only had a few hundred people, less than a thousand,

But when they formulated the plan, they had expanded this number tenfold.

They treated them as a division of the National Revolutionary Army.

This was absolutely safe, to achieve foolproof results.

The entire army headquarters formulated a plan for the 18th Division and the 114th Division to suspend the pursuit of the National Revolutionary Army retreating from Hangzhou.

Temporarily abandon the suburban counties around Hangzhou and concentrate their forces on Deqing.

The two infantry regiments and one artillery regiment of the 18th Division in Mogan Mountain attacked Deqing from the north.

Another infantry regiment and an independent rapid-fire artillery regiment retreated from the front line pursuing the National Revolutionary Army.

Coordinate the attack on Deqing!

The 114th Division also dispatched the 127th Brigade from Hangzhou to cooperate with the 18th Division's actions.

The remaining battalions of the 114th Division strictly defended Hangzhou to prevent the Deqing situation from happening again.

The territory that had just been occupied, before they could even warm their seats, had been taken back by the National Revolutionary Army.

That was not all, they had even allowed the other party to capture so many wounded soldiers.

This was unbearable for the Japanese!

Whether it was Heisuke Yanagawa or Matsui Ishigen, they both preferred that those wounded soldiers commit suicide,

Rather than be brought back alive.

At least it would not make the empire lose face so badly.

Lin Fan actually had the same idea.

If he did not really want to make the medical strength of his team stronger,

Lin Fan would rather have these wounded soldiers build bridges and roads in Jiangnan than send them back.

In any case, the Japanese Central China Expeditionary Force finally openly sent a message

Giving a frequency for both sides to privately negotiate the specific details.

This was Lin Fan's favorite thing.

However, Lin Fan did not ask for an exorbitant price.

He wanted the Japanese to send a batch of medicines and equipment to the Special Operations Brigade through a third party.

The amount Lin Fan requested was not large.

The two sides happily negotiated the details of the handover: the time and place were as stated in the telegram.

Regarding reporters, the Japanese Central China Expeditionary Force sternly refused.

Based on the principle that what the enemy opposes is what I must do,

Lin Fan insisted that reporters from the National Revolutionary Army must be present.

And both sides must guarantee the safety of the reporters.

The Japanese finally stated that they would also send reporters to report on the scene.

During the negotiations, both sides tacitly avoided talking about what would happen after the handover.

That night, reporters from countries such as Britain, the United States, Germany, and France strongly demanded to go to Hangzhou.

They wanted to witness this moment.

This was a historic moment, since the August 13th Battle of Shanghai.

This was the first time that the National Revolutionary Army had unilaterally and publicly handed over prisoners of war to the Japanese.

The Central China Expeditionary Force was originally very reluctant to accept the requests of these international friends.

Unfortunately, the situation forced them to.

These National Revolutionary Army soldiers were already the vast majority of the world's mainstream powers.

Especially the United States, which was currently the empire's biggest supporter:

It was not that they were supporting the war.

They verbally opposed the war.

But their actions were very practical.

American funds were constantly being invested in the imperial stock market.

American oil was continuously being shipped from the sea to the imperial docks.

American steel and various raw materials for manufacturing weapons and ammunition were constantly being shipped to the empire.

Some arms dealers even directly sent their stockpiles of weapons and ammunition.

Such a sugar daddy could not be offended.

Matsui Ishigen had to grit his teeth and agree:

Since he had agreed to the American father's reporters to go to the scene,

He might as well go all the way.

Bring all the reporters from Germany, France, Britain, and Italy along.

Matsui Ishigen had made up his mind: he must annihilate this mischievous National Revolutionary Army team as soon as possible.

It would be best to let these reporters observe on the spot.

Let the world see the heroic posture of the imperial warriors.

With such a long-term plan,

He finally felt a little balanced.

He sent a plane to send these reporters to Hangzhou overnight.

The reporters who were dancing at the headquarters of the Fifth War Area were instantly transported from the ballroom to the cabin.

This time, only one transport plane was sent to them.

Jing Mingda was the captain, and he was still the pilot this time.

After the plane took off normally, the reporters immediately asked to interview him.

Jing Mingda had no choice but to hand the plane over to the co-pilot.

He walked into the cabin himself.

Shang Yuegui was a reporter for Wenhui News and had been looking for news in Shanghai.

After the fall of Nanjing, she traveled from Shanghai to Quzhou, wanting to interview some of the shining points of the National Revolutionary Army's resistance against Japan.

To encourage the people of the whole country to resist Japan and strengthen their confidence in winning the war.

She asked the first question: "Captain Jing! I heard that you have traveled back and forth between Quzhou and Guangde many times.

Is it true?"

Jing Mingda thought for a while: "This is a military secret! No comment."

Shang Yuegui hit a snag and continued to ask: "What kind of supplies do you transport to the front line?"

Jing Mingda thought of the infantry being transported, which was even more of a secret.

Just as he was about to answer: Military secret, no comment,

He saw the beautiful reporter in front of him, still wearing an evening dress, and finally changed his mind:

"Three thousand catties of horse meat were transported back from the front line."

This news immediately detonated the scene.

The reporters asked one after another: "What is the origin of this horse meat?"

"Why transport horse meat from thousands of miles away?"

"Shouldn't you send supplies to the front line? Why transport horse meat from the front line to the rear?"

Jing Mingda struggled to break free from the encirclement of the reporters.

But he forgot: this was the cabin, even if he broke free from the encirclement of these female reporters,

He was immediately surrounded again.

These female reporters were all dressed in fancy clothes, wearing evening dresses, with bare shoulders and most of their chests exposed.

He didn't know where to look or where to put his hands.

Jing Mingda could only say: "One by one, I'll answer slowly.

We have another hour to reach Deqing.

Everyone can ask questions slowly.

Don't worry."

Hearing that there was an hour, thinking that in this small cabin, the man could not escape anyway,

These female reporters let him go.

Jing Mingda breathed a sigh of relief and then replied:

"The horse meat was specially sent back to the Fifth War Area headquarters by Commander Lin Fan of the Special Operations Brigade.

This horse meat is the spoils of the Special Operations Brigade's annihilation of a Japanese cavalry battalion.

There are more than 100,000 catties.

If it weren't for the fear that too much transportation would make the plane consume too much fuel,

Commander Lin Fan would have wanted to load more.

As for supplies?

We have never sent any to the Special Operations Brigade. They all rely on war to support the war.

They let the Japanese send them supplies."

When he said this, Jing Mingda's tone revealed a sense of pride.

As if he were a member of the Special Operations Brigade.

"Aspiring to eat the flesh of the barbarians when hungry, laughing and talking about drinking the blood of the Huns!" A beautiful reporter suddenly recited Yue Fei's *Man Jiang Hong*.

So that was Commander Lin Fan's idea of sending horse meat to the Fifth War Area from thousands of miles away!

The statements of these people did not affect Shang Yuegui.

When she heard the name Lin Fan, she was shocked.

The memory of the company commander who punched her lower abdomen the first time they met surged into her heart.

She couldn't help but change her posture and asked, "Was this Commander Lin Fan a company commander before?"

Jing Mingda looked at the beauty and said with a smile, "Which commander didn't rise from company commander and platoon commander step by step?"

"I want to ask, was this Commander Lin Fan the company commander of the Special Company of the 542nd Battalion of the 88th Division before?"

This time Shang Yuegui said it clearly.

Jing Mingda thought for a while: "I really don't know about this.

Reporter, you also know that it is wartime now.

Many teams are in chaos."

The reporters on the side had already heard something.

A beautiful reporter teased:

"Sister Shang is asking about Lin Fan's name to get to the bottom of it.

It seems that she has a feeling for this person?

An old flame?"

Shang Yuegui looked at Zhuang Mengdie, a beautiful reporter from Dagong News, who was as famous as her in Shanghai.

The two were jealous of each other.

She said with a smile: "I do know a guy named Lin Fan,

If my sister wants to meet him, I can act as a matchmaker.

But he has a bad temper.

When we were interviewing at the Sihang Warehouse, we just met

He hit me, and it still hurts when I think about it now."

"He can even hit a beauty like you.

He really doesn't know how to cherish jade.

He must be a man of no understanding of romance.

If my sister doesn't like him, I don't want him either."

Zhuang Mengdie covered her mouth and giggled.

Like them, beautiful reporters had never been beaten during an interview.

It felt very funny.

The surrounding reporters also held back: don't laugh!

Shang Yuegui said leisurely: "Isn't that person a warrior?

He can only fight the Japanese."

The male reporters on the side were embarrassed to squeeze with the female reporters.

They were all listening and recording on the side.

A reporter suddenly asked: "Sister Shang! The Lin Fan you mentioned from the special company.

I also remembered, wasn't he the company commander who didn't allow his soldiers to be interviewed in the Sihang Warehouse?"

"That's him!"

"Why didn't we hear from him later?

I heard that there is no company like theirs in the Isolated Battalion?"

Shang Yuegui smiled: "After the Isolated Battalion was disarmed and imprisoned by the concession,

I saw them again.

In those few days, something happened in the Great World. You should have heard of it.

It was them!"

"Sister Shang's news is really well-informed! Why didn't you report it?" Zhuang Mengdie said jealously.

The reporters all knew about the gun battle that happened at the Shanghai Great World Entertainment Center.

But no one knew who did it.

Hearing such gossip in the air today, and it was something she didn't know,

Zhuang Mengdie immediately felt that she was at a disadvantage.

Shang Yuegui said with a wry smile: "He warned me: not to tell anyone."

Zhuang Mengdie said disapprovingly: "Sister is wrong.

As a reporter, you should expose the truth.

We dare to report the scandals of the three tycoons, don't we dare to report them?"

Shang Yuegui sneered: "In front of him, the three tycoons would curl up and dare not stretch out.

He would let them stand and dare not sit.

You have never met that person.

Every word he says and every thing he does,

Will make you consciously or unconsciously feel very reasonable.

Willingly listen to what he says and do it."

Zhuang Mengdie was unconvinced: "In this case, he hit you, and you still have to thank him?"

Jing Mingda was very happy that the two beauties were arguing.

He couldn't wait for them to argue like this until they reached their destination.

Everyone did not expect that Shang Yuegui would actually say it.

"Yes! After he hit me, I still felt that he was right to hit me.

I was beaten and still lost the argument."

"There is such a thing, sister, tell us and we will judge."

"Forget it, anyway, I don't know where that person is now." Shang Yuegui suddenly lost interest.

She stopped interviewing Jing Mingda and squatted down in a position by herself.

Slowly recalling the few times she met Lin Fan.

Jing Mingda, who was surrounded, did not change at all because there was one less Shang Yuegui.

The reporters all surrounded him.

Asking him about the untold stories between the transport plane squadron and the Special Operations Brigade.

This made Jing Mingda very helpless.

The war was still going on, especially the Special Operations Brigade's current situation was actually not very good.

The Japanese were watching from all sides, and many things about the transport planes and the Special Operations Brigade could not be said.

Like what time to fly to Guangde?

This could not be said. There were spies among these reporters, or they wrote it out unintentionally.

Wouldn't that be telling the Japanese fighter planes: the National Revolutionary Army's flight has such a route, come and attack quickly!

What supplies were sent to help the Special Operations Brigade: this could not be said either.

If the Japanese knew, they could deduce the strength of the Special Operations Brigade.

Wouldn't that be harming comrades?

What could not be said could be said!

Soon the reporters discovered that the middle-aged man in front of them was very cunning.

He did not say anything useful at all.

He only boasted about how many Japanese soldiers the Special Operations Brigade had killed and how many weapons they had seized.

But you always have to say the comparison of the strength of both sides.

He didn't know these things, so what was there to say?

Jing Mingda was finally let go by the reporters half an hour later.

Lin Fan personally picked up the plane at the temporary airport north of Deqing City.

At 0:23 on the 28th, the reporter plane finally landed smoothly.

Shang Yuegui recognized at a glance that the tall figure was the young company commander she had just mentioned.

She didn't expect this person to be promoted so quickly. In just two months, he was promoted from company commander to brigade commander.

She ran over, hugged Lin Fan, and said affectionately: "Lin Fan! We meet again."

This action startled Lin Fan. Lin Fan, who could remain calm in the face of hundreds of thousands of Japanese soldiers,

Suddenly felt at a loss.

Lin Fan, who graduated from a regular military academy in his previous life, had not learned the social skills at all.

He was extremely embarrassed in the face of this beauty who was hugging him.

He didn't know where to put his hands.

Put them on her waist!

As the saying goes: A man's head and a woman's waist are not yours, don't touch them!

He had only met this beautiful reporter twice, so of course she was not his.

Lin Fan didn't dare to put his hands on her waist.

Put them on her back!

Shang Yuegui was wearing an evening dress from the ball, and Lin Fan just put his hand on it

He immediately touched her soft and smooth skin, and put it down like an electric shock.

He could only stand there at attention.

He was still talking in his mouth: "Reporter Shang! You have become more sonorous after not seeing you for two months!"

In this era of the War of Resistance, the whole country was breaking shackles and learning from the West.

Shanghai was the window of the entire National Revolutionary Army.

All kinds of Western ideas, trends, and pre-existing technologies were reflected here every time.

Shang Yuegui, who was a reporter, was very open-minded.

She was just suddenly deeply moved: in times of war, it was not easy to see this company commander Lin Fan again.

It was just a moment of emotional excitement, not that she really had any unspeakable feelings for Lin Fan.

The other reporters were just waiting for Shang Yuegui's performance with smiles.

Zhuang Mengdie even took a photo and prepared to send it to the gossip magazine.

Shang Yuegui was also a famous beauty in Shanghai, and many people were willing to see her gossip.

She was flashed by the flash.

Shang Yuegui then released Lin Fan and said with a smile: "The company commander has become a brigade commander in just two months."

Lin Fan's embarrassment had been seen by everyone.

Lin Fan said with a smile: "Let me introduce myself, I am Lin Fan, the brigade commander of the Special Operations Brigade of the Fifth War Area.

Everyone came overnight from Quzhou.

If you want to witness the moment when our army hands over the wounded Japanese soldiers tomorrow, we will arrange for you to set off with those wounded soldiers tomorrow.

It is already early in the morning, and it is freezing cold. Everyone should go to the place we have prepared to rest first.

Let's set off together tomorrow!"

The reporters did not feel cold yet, because of the bonfires burning on both sides of the airport runway.

They were all by the bonfire.

Lin Fan said with a smile: "Our army operates in the hinterland of the Japanese, and all kinds of supplies are seized from the Japanese.

I see that everyone is dressed as if they are attending a party, which is obviously not suitable on the battlefield.

But we have no preparations in this regard.

So we can only wrong everyone and wear these clothes that were just seized from the Japanese!"

As he spoke, Lin Fan led the reporters to several piles at the end of the runway.

The reporters had many questions that they did not ask.

What they wanted to know most was: Are all the supplies really robbed from the Japanese?

Are the Japanese so easy to fight?

Now Lin Fan pointed to several piles and said: "The clothes, cotton clothes, trousers, and boots are all classified.

Everyone can choose two sets to take with them!"

The reporters certainly knew that two sets meant wearing one set and using the other for washing.

Shang Yuegui said with some disgust: "Brigade Commander Lin, are these clothes really taken off the Japanese soldiers?"

Lin Fan nodded! Did not speak.

A male reporter was already looking at the clothes in his hand.

There were more than a dozen small holes in the clothes in his hand, which could not be seen without careful attention.

There were some blood stains in each small hole.

"These are the clothes that were really taken off the Japanese soldiers." All the reporters understood when they saw this scene.

"Are there any clean clothes?" Zhuang Mengdie stood with Shang Yuegui this time.

"No!" Lin Fan was embarrassed.

"I want to wear your clothes!" Shang Yuegui had a flash of inspiration.

"I only have this set of clothes." Lin Fan was embarrassed.

Those male reporters didn't choose, they had shirts in their clothes, and they could bear to put on Japanese cotton coats and coats on the outside.

These female reporters, especially those wearing evening dresses, had to put on a complete set of Japanese clothes from the inside to the outside.

It was really a bit difficult.

Lin Fan said with a smile: "Why don't you cut your evening dresses and use them as underwear.

Then put on these clothes on the outside.

The battlefield is not a dance floor, and your current clothes are certainly not suitable for the battlefield.

And the weather here is very cold, and it is impossible not to add clothes."

This was the truth and the reality.

No matter how unwilling the female reporters were, they had to pick them out from these piles of clothes.

They had to choose clothes with fewer blood stains and cleaner clothes.

This disappointed them.

It was lucky to find clothes and pants that were not contaminated by feces and urine.

Many of the Japanese peed their pants when they were dying.

Then when the Special Operations Brigade collected them, they were just piled up together randomly.

They would also contaminate each other.

The conditions were only these conditions,

The reporters could only endure it.

But on the other hand, there were so many Japanese clothes piled here.

It showed that this team had really killed so many Japanese soldiers.

The reporters had many questions to ask, but Lin Fan had already left.

When they found their clothes and put them on here,

They realized that the bonfires on both sides of the runway were only left with the pile in front of them.

The rest of the bonfires were deliberately extinguished by the soldiers.

This pile of bonfires was also left for them.

Seeing that they had changed their clothes, the last pile of bonfires was also extinguished.

Shang Yuegui asked a soldier in confusion: "Why did you put out the fire?"

"Save wood!" Four simple words.

Lin Fan specially arranged a car for the reporters and sent them to Deqing City.

The conditions in the city were always much better than in the wild.

On the way from the temporary airport to the city, the reporters truly felt the cold here.

They all squeezed together tightly.

They now truly realized Lin Fan's kindness.

Early in the morning on the 28th, the first regiment of the Special Operations Brigade set off from Deqing and headed to Waishan.

The third company of the Eighth Regiment, which had just arrived on the battlefield, also equipped with the newly seized artillery, followed the second company of the regiment.

Go to Nanshan behind Waishan to lie in ambush and establish an artillery position.

Nanshan and Waishan are 4.5 kilometers apart, within the range of the Special Operations Brigade's artillery.

Lin Fan was preventing the Japanese from suddenly launching an attack after the wounded were handed over.

He must give them another lesson.

The first company of the first regiment established a position on Waishan, and the second and third companies were ambushed on Jilong Mountain, two kilometers away from Waishan.

Ready to support the first company at any time.

The fourth and fifth companies guarded the artillery position of the Eighth Regiment in Nanshan.

The sixth and seventh companies were hidden on Dongming Mountain, four kilometers away from Waishan and three kilometers away from Bald Mountain opposite Waishan.

At the same time, Lin Fan also let the bombers and fighters of the Special Operations Brigade in Guangde stand by at any time, ready to attack.

This time, the Special Operations Brigade used the newly built radio system on all four hills.

Yang Jiashi, Wu Jun, Wei Ze, and the other twenty student soldiers.

They did not expect that they had not been able to go to the battlefield for two months after joining the army. They had just flown to Deqing and went to the front line the next day.

The third regiment of the Special Operations Company did not stop.

Jia Shusheng sent a company to reconnoiter the situation in the direction of Mogan Mountain.

The remaining companies of the third regiment rested today.

Each sent out reconnaissance squads to check the clearing around Deqing.

The fourth regiment was also resting, guarding the four sides of Deqing and also trying to figure out the situation around Deqing.

Zhou Tonghai's puppet army battalion would become a transportation battalion today.

They were going to carry the wounded Japanese soldiers to Waishan.

However, these wounded Japanese soldiers did not have to leave so early.

They would have to wait until after ten o'clock before leaving.

The Special Operations Brigade was in action, and so was the 114th Division.

They had already lost two infantry battalions, one cavalry battalion, and one artillery battalion at the hands of the Special Operations Brigade.

The loss was too great, and they could not bear it.

Moreover, the Central China Expeditionary Force had instructions: A gentleman's revenge is not too late in ten years, a villain's revenge is from morning till night!

Let the 114th Division immediately launch an attack on the National Revolutionary Army after receiving the wounded.

It would be best to let the reporters at the scene see the imperial warriors capture all these National Revolutionary Army soldiers.

Then exchange them back immediately!

This would restore the empire's face to the greatest extent.

The plan came too suddenly.

Even if the 114th Division immediately withdrew the team that was pursuing the main force of the National Revolutionary Army, it would be too late.

An infantry battalion could not be mobilized on land for sixty miles overnight.

The Zhi Baojing Daigui battalion, which guarded the Jianqiao Airport, was chosen.

Even so, the Zhi Bao battalion needed to travel thirty-five kilometers from the Jianqiao Airport to Waishan before 2:00 PM tomorrow.

The Zhi Bao battalion, which received the order, marched urgently overnight.

The Hua Da Yaye Engineer Battalion of the 114th Division also followed them.

This engineer battalion was responsible for transporting the received wounded back to Hangzhou.

The distance from Jianqiao Airport to the destination Waishan was a bit far,

The Japanese had to leave overnight.

They also wanted to arrive at the battlefield earlier: it would be best to set up traps so that they could perfectly complete the mission assigned by the military headquarters.

The reporters who flew to Deqing from Quzhou last night were told: to have a unified meal at 7:30.

To walk to Waishan with the wounded Japanese soldiers at 10:30.

Before that, no one was allowed to act without authorization.

Everyone had to obey the command of the Special Operations Brigade, and all actions had to be unified and carried out under the accompaniment of the Special Operations Brigade soldiers.

These reporters had always been used to being free.

Even at the headquarters of the Fifth War Area, there were not as many restrictions as today.

They felt that they were completely being treated as prisoners.

They couldn't help but argue with the soldiers.

Some reporters didn't listen to the instructions and wanted to force their way out.

Just as they walked out of the courtyard gate, a bright white light flashed in their faces.

The soldiers at the door said with serious expressions: "The brigade commander said: We have just recovered Deqing.

There are still many Japanese soldiers and traitors in and out of the city.

For your safety, we let you act together.

If anyone doesn't obey the command, they must want to pass on our military intelligence.

Report to the Japanese soldiers.

In this case, we have always only suppressed them on the spot!"

The reporters, who had just been angry, were shocked when they heard the words reporting to the Japanese soldiers.

The reporters looked at each other, and no one was willing to be the first to stand out.

Shang Yuegui asked with a smile: "Can we go to the battlefield yesterday to see?"

"Yes! As long as you act together, you can go anywhere."

"Let's eat! Let's eat first!" Shang Yuegui obviously became the temporary commander of this reporter group.

The breakfast of the Special Operations Brigade today was obviously not to the liking of these beautiful reporters.

White rice and stewed mule and horse offal.

These internal organs were all from the mules and horses of the Japanese supply team yesterday afternoon.

The soldiers who served the reporters were afraid that they would not have enough, so they specially gave them more tripe and lung slices.

Shang Yuegui smiled and only took half of it, returning the other half.

She asked: "Are these pigs you killed?"

The soldier said: "These were all the Japanese mules and horses that were killed on the battlefield.

Remember to chew slowly when you eat.

Sometimes there may be small pieces of shrapnel inside.

Don't hurt your teeth."

Beauties are always treated preferentially.

Not to mention a big beauty like Shang Yuegui.

Even if she was now wearing the broken Japanese military uniform on the outside.

In fact, these beautiful reporters were wearing broken military uniforms stained with blood.

There was an alternative beauty.

Shang Yuegui ate at the position where the soldier served the food.

While eating, she asked: "You don't often have such good dishes, do you!"

The soldier smiled contemptuously: "Our Special Operations Brigade has meat to eat every day.

This is not uncommon.

In fact, the Japanese war horses are not delicious at all. The meat is too hard.

We are just helpless. Who makes the Japanese poor?

They will only ride war horses to fight.

It would be great if they rode pigs or cows to fight.

At least pork and beef are much more delicious."

Shang Yuegui and the reporters around her did not expect:

They were actually shown off by the small cook in front of them.

This was too Versailles!

Zhuang Mengdie said unconvinced:

"Do you still want the Japanese to ride chickens and ducks to fight? The meat of chickens and ducks is more delicious."

"That would be great! The brigade commander said: When soldiers go to war, they must eat well