April 12th morning.

Teacher Yang Jie called and he set out to the Soviet Union. The trip was very low-key, and there were not many people seeing him off, mainly his old friends.

Leng Feng originally wanted to see him off, but Yang Jie refused. He had not made a public appearance yet and was not suitable to appear at the farewell scene, but he sent Zhang Fengxiang over and gave him a genuine leather coat that was anti-freezing and cold.

Yang Jie is definitely a bit expensive. He is used to living a simple life. Such a precious leather jacket can't buy this one for several years.

However, when he heard that this was the captured spoils of the Japanese army, he happily accepted them.

Amid the envy of everyone, Yang Jie and his entourage boarded the train heading south.

Cong Hu's move was very smooth, and the old couple didn't have much luggage, just some rare books. This old man was completely different from Leng Feng's dream. He was both literary and military, and he went completely at two extremes.

Although the old man is a senator and receives a meager salary, he does not need to be on duty. He only needs to register every few days, or even himself, and send someone to say it.

Most parts of Zhejiang have fallen, and they basically have nothing to do now. Leng Feng doesn't want the old man to show up in public, as this will increase his danger.

This is great, and it is also good for the elderly to be willing to do their studies at home.

Leng Feng originally wanted to go and see it, but there were so many things that he couldn't be busy at all. He was so busy that he hadn't shown up yet. When he showed up, he probably would have more things.

The main reason is that there are not many people available under their command. Ju Youlin and Liao Sen are both in Huayuan Town, and they can't get there for a while. Many of them are things that have to be handled by themselves.

"Feng, the person you asked me to inquire last time is coming back. Do you still want to invite him to the Honorary First Division?" Wu Xiaoyun put a telegram in front of Leng Feng.

"His he returned from a European trip?"

"Yes, I probably want to come back and serve the country."

“When will I come back?”

"Since that incident, he has been traveling abroad, occasionally returning home, almost becoming a forgotten person, just connected with a few old friends."

"Please pay attention to me, I want to meet this person in person." Leng Feng said.

"By the way, there is another thing. I don't know if you are interested in listening to it?" Wu Xiaoyun walked to the door, but came back and asked.

"What's the matter?"

"In order to open the military camp for us, no one wants five thousand wounded soldiers. I asked us if we wanted it. If we wanted it, we would temporarily join our troops. If we didn't want it, we would have to send them to another place." Wu Xiaoyun said.

"Where do you get the five thousand wounded soldiers?" Leng Feng said in surprise.

"Tax Police Corps."

"The wounded soldiers of the Tax Police Corps?" Leng Feng took a breath in shock. This is a force comparable to the three main German divisions. Who is so stupid? I don't know that the treasures of these wounded soldiers are healed. Those are all veterans. Veterans are priceless treasures!

"Yes, after the Battle of Songhu, the Tax Police General Regiment suffered heavy losses. The remaining headquarters of the Tax Police General Regiment were swept by Gu Mosan of the Third War Zone and adapted into the 40th Division. These five thousand wounded soldiers were abandoned after being adapted. If it weren't for Song Ziwen, they would have probably fallen and scattered."

He nodded calmly. He had an impression of this army that these five thousand wounded soldiers were not disbanded, but were reorganized. After the reorganization, they also participated in the Wuhan Battle, which was later famous for the new 38th Division!

This army must be caught, Leng Feng's fist couldn't help but tighten. Five thousand veterans are still elite soldiers in a hundred battles. If he missed this, he would hate himself for the rest of his life.

At present, the 5,000 wounded soldiers are not loved by grandma and uncle. General Sun, who was ordered to reorganize in the face of danger, does not know whether he is still recuperating in Hong Kong or has returned to China.

If it is five thousand intact veterans, then everyone will probably fight for it, but the wounded soldiers will be different. Not to mention how many of them can return to the battlefield, this recovery and eating and drinking are a lot of expenses.

It turned out that the old Song family had the financial power, so the expenses were naturally drizzling. But now Confucius is in charge. No matter how rich Lao Song is, he dare not pay for the army privately. This is a taboo.

Jiang Jiang would not let him go first, even his brother-in-law would have no discussion on such a thing.

Lao Song had just dispatched troops north to support the Northeast War of Resistance, but he was stopped by Lao Chiang, and the two had a big fight over this.

If Old Song hadn't been Lao Jiang's brother-in-law, he would have probably never known that he would go to the ground to enjoy the cool air.

The Tax Police Corps was then controlled by Lao Jiang, but the Tax Police Corps was made by Lao Song after all, so they were always on guard. Now they finally found an opportunity to annex and dismember the Tax Police Corps.

Lao Song also knew that when he was playing politics, he really couldn't play with Lao Chiang, let alone military affairs. The officers of the Tax Police Corps were all officers who returned from studying in the United States. Although these people have a good intelligence, their emotional intelligence is generally not high, and they are absolutely nothing to do when fighting, but they can't play conspiracy and use methods.

Lao Song also had some political ambitions. After the Tax Police Corps was messed up by Lao Jiang, he exhaled this tone.

However, he can still take care of this army he built himself as much as possible. After all, Lao Song's status is not bad.

These wounded soldiers are no longer organized now, and the number of the Tax Police Corps has long disappeared. If they are disbanded on the spot, something is likely to happen.

Most of these wounded soldiers come from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Now the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas are already occupied areas. Even if they pay some severance payments, they probably won't be able to go back.

“Do they still live in the camp?”

"Yes, the upper class asked them to move out within a specified period of time, but they did not tell them where to move. We are not easy to interfere in this matter." Wu Xiaoyun said.

"I'll deal with it like this. Go and call Lao Zhang. I have something to tell him." Leng Feng gritted his teeth and naturally he would not let go of the five thousand wounded soldiers. He could not let him go, either Sun Zhongren, who was known as "Rommeel in the East".

This person must be taken down!

"Okay." Wu Xiaoyun's eyes flashed twice, and he nodded and went out.

After about five minutes, Zhang Fengxiang knocked on the door and came in. After this guy arrived in Wuhan, he felt like he was in water: "Master is looking for me?"

Leng Feng looked at his meticulously combed hair, stood up, smiled, and greeted, "Old Zhang, sit down."

Seeing Leng Feng personally made tea for him, he hurried over: "Master, I'd better do it."

Leng Feng smiled slightly, but did not stop him.

"Master, drink tea, be careful to burn it."

"There is something I want to help me do, but I can't say it was me who instructed you to do it, do you understand?" Leng Feng blew the foam on the tea and said.

"Master, you said, you said, you can do whatever you want me to do, as long as you don't kill someone and set fire."

"Do you think I'll let you do those illegal things?"

"That's not to be, you are an upright, selfless and bright person."

"Stop putting a high hat on me. There are still 5,000 wounded soldiers in the barracks assigned to us. Do you know?" Leng Feng asked.

"I know, those are all wounded soldiers from the Tax Police Corps. I have been living for a while. It's really a bit miserable. I have to eat but not eat or drink but not drink. Many soldiers have not been treated in time. There are many old injuries that have recurred." Zhang Fengxiang sighed.

"What's going on? Even if no one wants the wounded soldiers of the Tax Police Corps, they won't fall to this point, right?" Leng Feng was surprised. It seemed that the situation was worse than he expected.

However, the worse these wounded soldiers are, the more they can keep these people.

"If Minister Song is here, it won't be that Minister Song is not going to the United States to seek US aid, wouldn't anyone care about these wounded soldiers?"

"So that's how it is." Leng Feng nodded, understanding the dilemma of these wounded soldiers. The fact that the Commander Huang dared to do this is probably not only Gu Mosan's support, but also Chiang Kai-shek's acquiesce.

Lao Jiang didn't want his brother-in-law to pull up the tax police group again. This was a dismemberment. When the country was over, he would come forward to give his brother-in-law a face and let someone integrate these five thousand wounded soldiers. Lao Song was grateful to him, Jiang.

It's so high!

I guess they didn't expect that they would be interested in these five thousand wounded soldiers. If this loophole is not taken, it would be a fool. If five thousand wounded soldiers are recovered, they will be veterans. This is of great value. In the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan, after several major wars, what they lack is veterans.

These veterans are all treasures. I don’t know what the battle in Xuzhou will look like. With these five thousand veterans, there is an extra step back.

"I am interested in the five thousand wounded soldiers?" Zhang Fengxiang is now Leng Feng's direct confidant. Although his character was not very good in the past, he is different now.

"I want to bring these five thousand wounded soldiers into the Honorary Division. What do you think?"

"This is the wounded soldier of the Tax Police Corps..."

"Is the number of the Tax Police Corps still there?"

"It's dead in name only."

"You are like this..." Leng Feng waved his hand and whispered in Zhang Fengxiang's ear.

"Master, it's not good to do this. If you can't do it well, you'll have to investigate it, but you'll lose your head." Zhang Fengxiang said with a trembling feeling.

"What are you afraid of? The sky falls, and there is still a tall man holding on. If you do this, I will remember you for a great achievement!" Leng Feng snorted coldly.

"You'll get this done for me within three days."

"Master, it's not difficult to do this, but the news can't be hidden." Zhang Fengxiang said.

"If you can't hide it, don't hide it. Once the superiors determine the destination of these wounded soldiers, it will be difficult for us to take advantage of the loopholes." Leng Feng said, "My troops are about to enter. The barracks have not been freed yet. Everyone is in the military robes. I will find a way to solve it myself. Is there any mistake? Could it be that if you all solve it, my troops will be able to enter?"

"Master, I understand, I will do my best."

"Let go and do it. If something happens, I will hold on." Leng Feng patted Zhang Fengxiang's shoulder.

"Okay, if you have the words of a teacher, I will give it my best!" Zhang Fengxiang said with excitement flashed in his eyes.

"It's not too late, you can go now. It's better not too late. Notify our car even on standby, how many times there are today, and how many times it will take!" Leng Feng was also very decisive in his work, and it was really hard to delay this matter. After all, it's not many days since the First Honor Division entered.

At most no more than three days, the upper level will formally order the Honorary First Division to enter the military camps in Hanyang and Hankou.

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Chapter completed!