Even if I'm a useless bum at Whampoa Military Academy, I'll be invincible in the War of Re

After working tirelessly for half a month at the field hospital, Su Wanqing finally had some free time. She took a nice nap and woke up at midnight.

Since she couldn't sleep, she simply took out paper and pen and, by the dim light of the kerosene lamp, began to write a letter to her friend.

This was her long-standing habit, but she was too busy to write after joining the Tiger Army. From Shanghai to Xinyang, she traveled more than a thousand miles.

From initial frustration to gradual adaptation, she poured all the joys and sorrows into her writing, which then flew thousands of miles away.

"Wanting, it's like seeing you in person as I read this. I can't even remember the last time I wrote to you; I just haven't had the time."

If it weren't for that big, simple-minded Xiao Jianyun who captured over a hundred medical staff, I would have been busy for at least another half month.

This guy really has no sense of proportion; he led his soldiers, carrying guns, and looted hospitals in several surrounding counties.

Of course, he can't be blamed for this; it was all Commander Zhao Yunwen's orders. When the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will also be crooked.

There are too many wounded in the hospital, and the existing staff simply cannot keep up. Some of them died shortly after being brought in... If there were enough doctors, they could have been saved.

I'm really anxious. Every surgery I perform could potentially save another life.

They were all wounded fighting the Japanese on the front lines, many of them on the verge of death. We were fighting against death to save them.

For sixteen days straight, many people collapsed from exhaustion. Sister Qiao, four months pregnant, took care of the wounded and almost lost her baby in the process.

Commander Zhao delivered urgently needed medicines, equipment, and all kinds of living supplies. Even so, forty-two wounded soldiers still could not be saved. I remember what they all looked like.

They were so young, some even younger than my younger brother;

Having experienced the battlefield firsthand for the past few months, I thought I would become numb to life and death, having seen so much of life and death.

But every time a life is lost, my heart aches, and I feel guilty for not being able to save them.

They sacrificed themselves for China; they are heroes, the backbone of the nation.

Everyone is working hard, including that bastard Xiao Jianyun. The medical staff he rescued saved many lives.

Because of this, I decided to forgive him, including for dragging me out of the International Settlement.

In this war, our nation lost too many people. From Shanghai to Nanjing, from North China to the Central Plains, corpses littered the fields and blood flowed like rivers.

But we will not give in!

As Commander Zhao once said, "Better to be a broken piece of jade than a whole piece of tile."

I'd rather die fighting than be a slave to a conquered nation!

If our generation hasn't finished fighting yet, let our descendants continue. As long as the fighting continues, China will not perish.

I have great news for you: we won the Battle of Zheng County!

Although we suffered thousands of casualties, we eliminated more than 20,000 Japanese soldiers, drove the invaders across the Jialu River, and Zheng County did not fall. The people have returned to their homes.

According to Dean Yang, Commander Zhao sent 500 million catties of grain and 100 million silver dollars to the people of Zheng County as a reward from the government for the Tiger Army.

Upon returning from Jiangcheng, Lu Ping brought not only more than two thousand college and middle school students with him, but also ten train cars of grain from the Military Commission.

Together with some grain that Zhao Yunwen took from the system warehouse, they raised a total of five million catties, plus one million silver dollars, to support the reconstruction of Zheng County.

To prevent embezzlement, he wrote a letter to his old classmate Li Tiejun.

Explain the consequences to the other party and warn them that if they dare to touch these supplies, they shouldn't blame him for disowning him as a brother.

Lu Ping hesitated, but Zhao Yunwen knew what he wanted to say, so he spoke directly:

"Don't worry, Zheng County is Li Tiejun's territory. Only if the people survive can he live comfortably in the future. He won't do something as short-sighted as killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

Most importantly, he wouldn't offend me over something like this. He profited at least several hundred thousand dollars from the last deal.

Lupin then said with relief:

"I understand. By doing the commander a favor this time, we can gain even more benefits next time. Anyone who isn't short-sighted knows how to make the right choice."

Zhao Yunwen nodded and said:

"We've destroyed the city, so we have to give the people some compensation, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

That's all for now. Next, you need to create files for these college and high school students, categorize them, and register them. I'll need them very much in the future.

Basic military training must also be implemented, starting with a month of intensive training according to the standards for new recruits;

In times of war, even scholars need to master military skills so they can protect themselves in critical moments.

Lu Ping said in deep agreement:

"I agree with that. They are soldiers first and foremost, and then they have other identities."

Zhao Yunwen asked about the situation in Jiangcheng before letting Lu Ping leave.

During the troops' rest period, Zhao Yunwen had to worry about everything, big and small, and he was even busier than during the war.

Just after Lu Ping left, Xie Polu rushed in again, holding a telegram in his hand.

"Commander, an urgent telegram from the Military Commission!"

Zhao Yunwen casually took the document and saw that it was a notice to attend a military conference in Jiangcheng. He guessed that it was related to the Battle of Jiangcheng.

Military orders are absolute, and Zhao Yunwen had no choice but to obey. Fortunately, he could take a train from Xinyang to Jiangcheng, so the journey wouldn't take much time.

"Commander, you'd better bring the reconnaissance regiment with you; those Japanese devils have their eyes on you!"

Zhao Yunwen shook his head and said:

"With the bigwigs of the Military Commission gathered here, and Jiangcheng having tight security, there shouldn't be any major problems. I'll just take Xiao Jianyun and a reconnaissance battalion with me; that number of people won't cause any trouble."

With the minimap protecting him and a reconnaissance battalion, it was impossible for Japanese spies to assassinate Zhao Yunwen. Even if Chiang Kai-shek wanted to keep him, he couldn't.

Xie Polu said no more. During Zhao Yunwen's absence, Lu Ping would be in charge, and it would not affect normal operations.

The following morning, Zhao Yunwen took a southbound train to Jiangcheng, as this was his first time attending such a high-level meeting.

The journey was uneventful. When he arrived in Jiangcheng, it was already evening. As soon as he stepped out of the station, he was stopped by a group of people.

Leading the group was Lin Wei, the director of the First Division of the Attendant's Office. He first introduced himself, and then said directly:

"The principal wants to see you!"

Zhao Yunwen hadn't expected to be stopped by the principal as soon as he got off the train, so he leaned closer and asked:

"Director Lin, what does the principal want with me?"

Lin Wei was also from Zhejiang Province, so naturally he wanted to take care of his fellow townsman Zhao Yunwen. He whispered:

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to see you."

Zhao Yunwen was relieved. China is a society based on personal relationships, and the National Government is no exception.

Although it was his first time meeting Director Lin, the other party still showed goodwill. Besides the fact that they were from the same hometown, the main reason was that Zhao Yunwen was now the principal's most valued general in the army, so this favor was worthwhile.

Zhao Yunwen traveled to the military camp in a private car provided by his attendants. The area was heavily guarded. He did not show much anxiety in the car, taking it all in stride and even dozing off.

As the convoy drove into the Jiangcheng military camp, Zhao Yunwen promptly ended his short rest, his eyes becoming bright and alert.

Chiang Kai-shek seemed to be waiting for him on purpose. Zhao Yunwen quickly saluted and reported loudly:

"Good morning, Principal. Student Zhao Yunwen is here to register. Please give me your instructions!"

Chiang Kai-shek's eyes twisted into crooks with laughter as he spoke in his heavily accented Ningbo dialect:

"Well, it's been thirteen years since I graduated from school, and I'm still the same greenhorn I was back then. I, the principal, am getting old."

Zhao Yunwen quickly said:

"The principal is the same principal he was back then, in the prime of his life."

Chiang Kai-shek laughed and said:

"Among the first batch of students, you and Shuyasu were the most lively. It hasn't been that long since we last met, and Yunwen is already a general capable of leading his own army!"

Zhao Yunwen didn't know why the principal mentioned Old Chen, but there must be a deeper meaning behind it. He didn't respond to the question, but simply said:

"It's all thanks to the principal's cultivation; otherwise, the students wouldn't be where they are today."

"Yunwen, I didn't call you here to hear flattery;

The Japanese army is poised to take Jiangcheng, determined to succeed. The Nationalist government has nowhere left to retreat and is determined to defend Jiangcheng. Before the military conference, I would like to hear your opinion.

How should we fight the Battle of Jiangcheng?