Chapter 39
"Regiment Commander, the civilians in the city have started to leave the city. The captured brothers have also been escorted out of the city by the Japanese.”
Sun Mingli, the commander of the 5th Battalion, ran over and shouted.
Zhang Wenbin threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and said,"They're leaving the city? Very good! Send someone to hand over these captives from the Japanese. Also, inform the 2nd Battalion to immediately search for ships by the river.
Let the 1st Battalion and 2nd Battalion cross the river first, then the captives. Remember, none of these captives are allowed to escape.”
Sometimes, it was not because Zhang Wenbin was stubborn, but because he had to do it.
He knew that the Japanese would not let him off so easily. In history, these people were supposed to die. Now, it was just history repeating itself.
However, he did not want to die like this. Every man for himself! This sentence was very practical in many cases.
He needed some goals!
Sun Mingli quickly left, but Zhang Wenbin also started to prepare.
Some troops went to the riverside to search for ships, while others cut down trees or bamboo forests to make rafts and bamboo rafts, preparing to cross the river.
A regiment of 5,000 people and 100,000 captives required a lot of tools to cross the river.
Moreover, it was not something that could be completed in a short period of time.
Time slowly passed. The civilians in the city were fleeing, and the 100,000 captives were constantly leaving the city and being handed over to the Yu 1st Regiment.
Although the Japanese wanted to kill the soldiers of the First Regiment, they did not dare to do so because Prince Asaka was in someone else's hands.
The sky slowly darkened. At this time, the 100,000 captives were finally handed over to the Yu 1st Regiment.
The boats and bamboo rafts that they had made were already floating on the river.
Fortunately, it was winter. The water level of the Yangtze River was relatively low, and the water flow was very gentle. If it was summer, the water level of the Yangtze River would rise and the water flow would be very fast. The difficulty of crossing the river would increase countless times.
Boats, rafts, and bamboo rafts were constantly drifting back and forth on the river, sending the soldiers and captives across the river.
Zhang Wenbin stood on a small hill and looked at the people who were being sent away. He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
He turned around and looked at Jinling under the night sky with a relieved expression on his face.
"This time, there won't be a Jinling Massacre, and there won't be a tragedy where hundreds of thousands of citizens of the Celestial Empire will die under the Japanese's guns!”
Zhang Wenbin thought to himself. Although many commoners had died two days ago, Zhang Wenbin could only say, If he didn't seek death, he wouldn't die!
The Japanese were already here, yet they still didn't run. They thought that the Japanese wouldn't touch them. He only knew how to escape when he was about to die. What had he been doing earlier?
However, not many of them died. Perhaps only 10,000 or 20,000 people died. Compared to the hundreds of thousands of people in history, this was already very few. At the very least, his efforts had changed history. Not many people had died in this city.
In the future, there wouldn't be rumors of hundreds of thousands of vengeful souls floating in the sky above Jin Ling City.
Crossing the river with more than 100,000 people was not something that could be completed in a short period of time, even if they were still making rafts and bamboo rafts in the middle.
It wasn't until five o'clock the next morning that more than 100,000 people finally completed crossing the river.
What Zhang Wenbin didn't know was that he was crossing the river in the direction of Yanziji and rushing towards Chuzhou. The Japanese's 6th and 9th divisions were also crossing the river in the direction of Xiaguan.
After the two Japanese divisions crossed the river, they did not stop at Pukou. Instead, they rushed directly to Quanjiao County. They would not appear in Zhang Wenbin's sight for the time being. To be precise, they would not appear in Zhang Wenbin's sight when Prince Asaka and Yamada Suji were still in Zhang Wenbin's hands.
The Japanese had to ensure Prince Chao Xiang's safety first, but once Prince Chao Xiang was released, they would have to make a move on Zhang Wenbin.
However, Zhang Wenbin had already thought of this, so he kept saying, The Japanese would not let them go so easily.
Zhang Wenbin was very clear about this. It was still the same sentence. Zhang Wenbin did not know much about the military. In terms of military attainments, he could not compare to any officer of the Congress Party.
However, he was not stupid. His brain was not as stupid as theirs.
If something like this happened to his subordinates, he would not let the Japanese off either.
On top of that, he came from the later generations and had a clearer understanding of many things.
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The Military Camp in Wu Han
The chairman was a person who lived frugally and extravagantly.
His mornings didn't need to be very good, and there didn't need to be a lot of variety, just one or two. He was a traditional Chinese man.
His breakfast was either soup dumplings and rice porridge, or other cakes. Anyway, there were only one or two in the morning. The portion was not much, just enough for him to eat.
It wasn't the kind of breakfast that would be wasted if he couldn't finish it.
This was to say that he was thrifty, and that his extravagant side was that he was a chef.
The breakfast he ate, such as the steamed dumplings from Hangzhou or the soup dumplings from Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, had to be authentic. He could not just casually make them to fool him.
For his breakfast, for example, if he wanted to eat Hangzhou Xiaolongbao this morning, then the chef had to know how to make authentic Hangzhou Xiaolongbao. Therefore, there were many chefs from all over the country in his kitchen.
This was his extravagant side, but overall, his life was not extravagant.
There were only one or two dishes for breakfast. For lunch, it was just one dish and one soup. He was from Fenghua, so his taste was light. He didn't like big fish and meat. Instead, he liked some small vegetables and other things.
Today's breakfast, which was the breakfast on the 16th, was his favorite soup dumplings.
The vegetable soup dumplings were basically his favorite food. He didn't like those oily soup dumplings.
After finishing a few soup dumplings and a small bowl of porridge, he wiped his mouth and was about to go to the command center with his cane when an adjutant walked in.
"Commissioner, Director Dai is waiting outside the camp. I heard that he has something important to see you about!”
the adjutant said to the chairman.
"Hmm? Rain Farmer wants to see me? Something important? Did he say anything happened?"
The chairman paused for a moment and asked slowly.
"He didn't say, but from his appearance, he seems to be very anxious.”
"You seem very anxious? Does that mean there's something important? Let him come to my study!"
The chairman said softly. As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards his study with his cane.
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Sitting in the study, the chairman flipped through a book. He wasn't in a hurry and just waited for Dai Yunong's arrival.
After a while, Dai Yunong, who was wearing a military uniform, pushed open the door and walked in.
"Rainong, what is it? I told you to look for me in the morning!"
The chairman asked slowly.
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