Chapter 227 Japanese Refugees!(1/2)
On September 5, Jiyuan Military Headquarters.
"Dear General, I will set off for Germany next week. Our head of state has sent me a few telegrams and asked me to go back to form an armored soldier. This time I learned a lot in China, and for me it was a part of it.
Happy memories, thank you very much for your hospitality with Your Excellency General and your army.”
In Lu Mingxuan's living room, Guderian said politely.
"Are you going back to China next week?"
After hearing his words, Lu Mingxuan also felt extremely sad.
In the war to recover North China and Northeast China, his subordinates had a lot of exchanges with Guderian, and both his subordinates and Guderian benefited from it.
I believe that with this practical experience, coupled with the large number of tanks sold by the 98th Army, the German armored soldiers will become extremely powerful.
"If you have the chance in the future, I hope you can come to China to play. I will treat you well at that time."
Lu Mingxuan said, holding Guderian's hand.
"That's of course. If I have the chance, I will definitely come to China again."
Guderian said to Lu Mingxuan.
Then he exchanged a few more greetings with Guderian, and Guderian said goodbye and left here.
Lu Mingxuan was glad that Xiao Wangzi just called Guderian away, and did not let Manstein and others leave here.
Now the Northeast is in full swing, and the mobilization of so many troops requires a large number of very professional military talents.
Manstein and his group just made up for the shortcomings of the 98th Army. Without their effective dispatch, the 98th Army's offensive speed would have been at least half slower.
After Guderian left, Lu Mingxuan fell into deep thought again.
The 98th Army's war in the Northeast is generally very smooth, and their most vanguard troops are about to attack Heilongjiang.
But now he is facing a very serious problem, that is, how to manage it after the Northeast fights back.
Of course, Lu Mingxuan, who handed over the Northeast to the Kuomintang, was reluctant to leave the territory he had captured to the Kuomintang.
In fact, before the Northeast War, Lu Mingxuan had already planned to take this opportunity to swallow the Northeast.
But if he manages the Northeast by himself, he faces another problem, that is, he does not have enough talents under his command.
Where did he find so many officials to manage the Northeast?
This is a very serious question.
If a group of officials or people who do not know how to govern the country are found to be officials, the Northeast will soon fall into chaos.
"Since there is nothing to do, then elect."
Lu Mingxuan said to himself.
His plan is to let the people choose officials at the municipal level or below, and provincial officials will be appointed by Lu Mingxuan.
Although there will be many problems in this way, it is at least within a controllable range.
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On September 10, under the gloomy sky, a team that stretched for more than ten kilometers was walking very slowly towards the southwest along the main road.
This team not only includes Japanese ronin, women and children, but also some Japanese devils holding 38-year-old bans.
In addition to the ox carts, donkey carts, and various life supplies in their team, it can be concluded that this is simply a team of escapes.
Yota Miura walked in the middle of the team with a gloomy face. This team of fleeing was composed of Japanese from several prefectures after meeting on the road, with a population of about 30,000.
In 1936, Japan's Hirota Cabinet planned to move 1 million households and 5 million people to the northeast within 20 years.
Since the plan was introduced, a large number of Japanese people have come to the Northeast to settle under the official organization.
In just a few years, the number of Japanese in the Northeast reached millions.
If nothing unexpected happens, if they immigrate at this speed, their Japanese Empire will completely occupy the Northeast.
However, the emergence of the 98th Army destroyed the Japanese dreams. After hundreds of thousands of troops were destroyed in Qinhuangdao and Jinzhou, the top Japanese leaders understood that it was impossible to continue to occupy the Northeast.
In addition, the 98th Army has always been cruel and ruthless in the face of the Japanese, and even civilians are not spared.
So they had to organize a large number of soldiers to transfer those Japanese immigrants to North Korea or Japan, so as not to fall into the hands of the 98th Army and carry out the so-called labor reform.
Of course, the fleeing team will not have much joy, and the entire team is filled with an atmosphere of sadness and anger.
"Mom, my head hurts so much."
The little boy in an ox cart next to Queen Mora Miura suddenly started to cry.
"Stop crying, when you arrive in the next city, your mother will take you to see a doctor."
A Japanese woman in a kimono said, holding him tightly.
But the child still kept crying loudly. The sound here made everyone around him feel very dissatisfied. They all looked here with a blamed look.
Seeing this, Yota Miura couldn't help but blush.
Many customs in Japan and China are completely different. For example, if a child cries in public, the Chinese around him may tease the child and then make him laugh.
But the Japanese are different, they will think that it is a sign of extreme cowardice.
They would severely rebuke the child, even if he was a child.
"Baga! Don't cry anymore! Otherwise I will beat you to death!"
Yota Miura had to teach his children a lesson.
Looking at the extremely vicious father, the boy was so scared that he quickly closed his eyes tightly.
Seeing Yota Miura being in a position to beat the child, the woman hurriedly protected the boy behind her so that his father would beat him up for a while because of a bad mood.
Yota Miura glared at him fiercely, then walked ahead with a gloomy face.
"Miura-kun, when will we have to go like this? Sanada's body seems a little uncomfortable, we must find him a doctor as soon as possible."
The woman said to Yota Miura.
"I know."
Yota said coldly.
Although there are many members of the team, there is no doctor.
Because all the doctors were transferred to the front line and treated the soldiers.
"I'll ask Captain Ono when will our team arrive at the next stop."
Yota Miura said to her.
"Hi!"
Yota Miura speeded up and walked towards the front of the team.
About 10 minutes later, he came to a Japanese man with the rank of squadron leader.
Due to the extreme lack of transportation in the team, even the squadron leader gave up his horse and walked with ordinary civilians.
Yota Miura bowed to him and asked, "Captain Ono, I don't know when we will arrive at the next stop. My son is a little uncomfortable, he needs to find a doctor to see it."
Ono frowned and looked at him, then said, "We have just set off for less than an hour, and at least we have to wait until noon to stop. And we must hurry up immediately after dinner. Now the 98th Army has reached Heilongjiang, if
We don't speed up. Once they catch up, we'll all be done."
"I got it, thank you very much."
Yota Miura quickly bowed and said.
Then he walked back with a down-and-out look on his face. It seemed that it was not so easy to treat his son on the way to escape.
At this moment, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the front.
"Baga! What happened before!"
Ono quickly pulled out his pistol and said.
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On a straight road, a team of dozens of tanks, self-propelled artillery, self-propelled artillery and half-tracked personnel carriers were slowly advancing to the northeast.
As an old industrial base in China, some infrastructure is still very good.
At least in Li Zhengqi's view, its highway construction is much better than many places in the mainland.
"How far are we from the Twin Cities?"
Sitting in a No. 4 command car, Li Zhengqi asked a soldier beside him.
This soldier is a soldier from the Northeast Army, named Lin Chenglong.
In order to better adapt to the cold environment in the Northeast, and on the other hand, to obtain reliable guidance, Lu Mingxuan seconded a large number of soldiers to the Northeast Army.
“It’s less than 20 kilometers.”
To be continued...