Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 137 The General’s Praise

 At the warehouse, the warehouse and the Suzhou River are illuminated as white as snow.

The Japanese army position was also illuminated by flares in daylight.

 China and Japan are both in their respective sights.

 Then, the Japanese saw a blazing flame suddenly burst out from the roof of the warehouse.

That's the Sulotung machine gun.

 A machine gun firing.

 The muffled sound of "dong dong dong!" resounded through the night sky.

 The beating caused smoke and dust to fill the Japanese position.

 Fortunately, in order to hide their tracks this time, the Japanese army did not establish any machine gun positions. They huddled in the trenches. The machine guns were very powerful, but they did not pose much threat to them.

However, the machine gun only fired five rounds and then died down. It seemed that these shots were for no other reason than to notify the Japanese troops on the opposite side to stop looking. I am still in the building.

It’s like giving the **** to the Japanese people who were still in a state of confusion from a distance.

There are still Chinese people stranded in the warehouse. Makino Jun, who was still worried that he had made a mistake in his actions and let his opponent go, couldn't help but look at his boss. In his imagination, his boss should have been overjoyed.

Suddenly, after seeing the Chinese retreating into the warehouse using machine guns to attack their own side and raising a **** almost arrogantly, the Japanese commander in Makino's eyes actually scratched his head in pain.

 Obviously, this is not the script that the Japanese colonel wanted.

 What he originally envisioned was for the Chinese to charge in despair, give up in despair, and be massacred in despair.

  Instead, retract into the fortress.

Doesn’t this mean that he will still attack by force? Especially, after seeing the bombed Suzhou River Bridge.

As a battle-hardened commander, Wakiitajiro would be really stupid if he didn’t know that this was the so-called burning of the cauldron in the ancient Chinese art of war.

How can this be fixed? If he were not afraid of being seen by the lieutenants and majors around him, the Japanese colonel would actually have the urge to slap himself on the spot.

What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot? This is it.

Jiro Wakiba actually didn’t want to attack this **** warehouse at all. Even if there were many Chinese soldiers standing in the concession under the light of searchlights, there must not be many defenders in the warehouse, and he didn’t want to.

The buzzing in his head was probably the mentality of the Japanese commander at this time.

If possible, he even wanted to shout to the Chinese who were retracting into the warehouse on the opposite side: Go over there! If there is no bridge, you can just swim across it. Whoever shoots the gun is a son of a bitch.

It's a pity that, let alone that he couldn't shout, the key thing is that the Chinese on the other side couldn't believe it either!

 This is really a sad incident.

 Brigadier General Smartet, who had been waiting at the temporary reception station a hundred meters away, maintaining his identity, was equally angry.

The Chinese did not all cross the river, and even blew up the Suzhou River Bridge.

The brigadier general who received the news could not suppress his anger. He strode over and shouted coldly at the Army Major General who was walking with Colonel James: "General Zhang, what do you mean by the soldiers under your command?"

"I'm sorry, General Smallet, because of the despicable behavior of the Japanese army, this infantry company under my command mutinied and refused to cross the river. Now, they have been dismissed from the military by our army, and anything they do from now on has nothing to do with our government." The Army Major General shook his head and sighed with a bitter look on his face.

"You have violated the agreement we made during the day. You should know very well what this means? It means that your government will not receive support from all walks of life in the West at the upcoming League of Nations conference." In the eyes of Brigadier General Smallet Showing a cold light, he continued to put pressure on the Army Major General. "I hope you can persuade them to cross the river, abandon their positions, and fulfill the agreement we made today." "General Smallet, do you think these soldiers can still come over after they blew up the Suzhou River Bridge?" Followed. The Army Lieutenant Colonel at the rear took a step forward and said in a deep voice.

"General Zhang, who is this?" The fifty-year-old brigadier general of the Sun Never Sets Empire raised his goatee arrogantly, glanced at Xie Jinyuan who took the initiative to interrupt, and said: "I think, as a school officer, you should know , it would be very rude to interrupt the conversation between the two generals at will!"

“General Smartet, let me introduce to you, this is Lieutenant Colonel Xie Jinyuan, the commander of the Sihang Warehouse garrison and the acting commander of the 524th Regiment of our 88th Division.” the Army Major General introduced. "If we want to talk about persuading soldiers who can't refuse the river, I think no one is more qualified than him."

The introduction of the Army Major General was very skillful. Not only did he clearly introduce the official position of the Army Lieutenant Colonel, but he also vaguely reminded the arrogant and unhappy old man of the Empire in front of him that he wanted your Western Concession not to be bombed. Don't offend this guy.

Maybe he can't persuade those people, but as long as he shouts over there, it can make the situation in your concession worse.

But Smartett's reaction was beyond the expectations of the Army Major General. He put away his slightly raised chin and stared at the Chinese Army Lieutenant Colonel in front of him for a moment. The brigadier general who restrained his arrogance actually reached out to Xie Jinyuan.

"Lieutenant Colonel Xie, you are the strongest and most talented school-level commander I have ever seen." Smartet took the initiative to praise the Army Lieutenant Colonel's hand while holding his hand.

This reversal of performance by the Imperial Brigadier General, the Sun Never Sets, directly shocked everyone's attention, including the Army Major General.

He had been dealing with this man for a whole afternoon, but he knew that this little old man from the Empire where the sun never sets was stubborn, extremely knowledgeable about military affairs, and acknowledging death. He was an extremely difficult opponent to negotiate with, and he also had the aristocratic power of the Empire that the sun never sets on. He was so arrogant that he did not take a serious look at him as an army major general.

Who would have known that Xie Jinyuan would be given such high praise.

"Yes, I have experienced an extremely cruel war and seen countless battlefields, but I am also sure that in this kind of defensive battle on a local battlefield, there is no commander who can do a better job than Lieutenant Colonel Xie. "Looking around at the shocked Colonel James and the Chinese Army Major General, the old man from the Sun Never Sets Empire had a slightly scowl on his face and explained in an unprecedented way.

"General Smartet, I accept your praise, but I want to say that you are praising the wrong person." Xie Jinyuan shook his head, and to everyone's surprise, he rejected the praise from the brigadier general of the Empire where the sun never sets.

With this attitude, not to mention Colonel James's face became even more ugly, and even Smallet himself was so angry that his goatee stuck out stubbornly again.

 Rejection of praise is more difficult to accept than rejection of criticism.

　　It is not only China that has the habit of not hitting people with smiling faces, but also all human beings.

 Goodwill always hopes to meet goodwill.

"You should praise my soldiers. It is their tenacity and unafraid of sacrifice that allowed us to repel the enemy's attacks time and time again." Xie Jinyuan explained while looking back at the four soldiers standing firm in the night. Walking into the warehouse, his eyes were full of sadness: "Originally, we could have persisted longer, but it's a pity."

 The whole audience was silent.

He didn’t need to say it clearly, everyone understood that if the concession had not been coerced by the Japanese army, he and his soldiers would still be on the position now.

"Lieutenant Colonel Xie, you are right. No matter how good the commander is, it will be in vain if the soldiers do not have excellent execution ability." Smallet nodded in approval. "The battles in the past few days have shown that your soldiers are among the best in the world."

"But Lieutenant Colonel Xie, even an excellent commander like you can't make your soldiers obey your orders? I hope that you can make them abide by the agreement signed by our army just like you command them to fight. There is no point in giving up. Meaningful resistance." The old brigadier general of the Empire on which the sun never sets finally regained his position.

“I can assure you in the name of the commander of the coalition forces in the concession that your lives will be safe, and you will even be able to return to the battlefield at the right time.”

“General Smartet, my commander has just told you that they have voluntarily given up their military membership and no longer obey our military orders.” Xie Jinyuan shook his head slowly, his words full of sadness:

“They have already told us by blowing up the Suzhou River Bridge that they will continue to fight unless all of them are killed.

 Because they have no way to retreat. "

"Moreover, you are wrong to say that our army did not abide by the agreement. I have obeyed the military orders of the theater commander, led most of my soldiers to abandon our territory, left more than a hundred robes, and came to your territory. At gunpoint, isn't it?" Xie Jinyuan turned around suddenly, with blood in his eyes, and although his voice was not loud, it was like cutting through gold and stone.

“If it weren’t for obeying military orders, there would have been the graves of me and the four hundred men under my command.”

Facing the question-like answer of this Chinese Army lieutenant colonel, who was as white as a scholar but impassioned, all the Western officers from Brigadier General Smartet on down were speechless, and no one could say anything.

 (End of this chapter)