Canteen System Assistance Notes

In the First Army's command room, Lieutenant General Shinozuka Yoshio looked at Chief of Staff Nishi Daijo Fatso in silence for a long time before finally agreeing with the 67th Division's plan. While other units had been ordered to retreat and regroup, the order they would send to nearly two battalions in the Fanzhi and Daixian areas was to "hold their ground and not give up resistance until reinforcements arrive."

"Those fallen soldiers will become the gods of the imperial army."

Shinozuka Yoshio stamped his small seal on the order. Behind this draft of the telegram was the 67th Division's request not to send any reinforcements to the besieged troops.

In southern Shanxi, combat began to become a race against time.

Having abandoned the mission of rescuing the 35th Division's headquarters, the 36th Division in Xinxiang finally gained some freedom. After completing its assembly, it dispatched only a small force toward Tianjing Pass to reunite with the remaining troops in Jincheng. The remaining main force then marched westward, preparing to move to Yuanqu, break through Hengling Pass, and storm into the southern Shanxi valley to rescue the 37th Division, which was currently under blockade.

The price of all this is the fate of the 35th Division.

However, in an emergency, when the number of patients far exceeds the treatment capacity, "injury classification" should be carried out, and the priority rescue targets should be those who are more likely to survive.

Rather than the most serious condition.

The "patient" 37th Division, which was in relatively good condition, began to gather its forces. Its forces were mainly divided into three groups: the headquarters and the 226th Regiment, which were stationed in Yuncheng, a part of the 227th Regiment, which was facing the Nationalist Army in Ruicheng County, and the 225th Regiment, which was deployed in several surrounding counties and cities and faced the Communist Army.

The 225th Regiment cannot move rashly for the time being. The 227th Regiment must gather as quickly as possible. After joining up with the 226th Regiment at headquarters, the 225th Regiment will cover the rear and enter Wenxi. From this base, they will launch a full-scale eastward attack, open up the Zhongtiao Mountain Pass, and enter the control area of ​​the 36th Division...

The commander of the 37th Division, Yuichiro Oino, showed the courage to sacrifice his own arm and was ready to give up a regiment. After issuing the order, he also began to collect the documents on the table and handed them to the staff for destruction. The main force of the Communist Army in southern Shanxi is now concentrated in Tieling Pass. According to the reports from the front line, there are already 15mm heavy howitzers and heavy mortars... He recalled the existing intelligence

I felt a wave of powerlessness. The daily grind of staring blankly at the Nationalist troops in Fenglingdu and Ruicheng County a few years ago, exchanging artillery fire, had now become a precious, rare memory, a kind of "continuous miracle."

But the soldiers are fighting for their lives, so I can't escape from the battlefield!

With his hands behind his back, Yuichiro watched his staff tear up documents and burn them in gasoline barrels. He began to think about how to minimize losses and break through the Communist defenses in subsequent operations. But soon, several more people rushed into the noisy headquarters, their steps hurried, supporting a man who could barely walk.

Is that a messenger?

"Your Excellency, Division Commander! Latest situation!"

The door was hastily opened, and the staff officers carried the messenger in. He was covered in dust and dirt, with traces of smoke and fire. The sprint had just made his legs tremble. In addition to being sweaty, he was also sweating profusely from cramps, leaving many water marks on his head.

"Mr. Division Commander, please forgive me for being so rude." The messenger almost burst into tears the moment he saw Yuichiro Aino. "But the radio station at the 3rd Battalion Headquarters of the 25th Regiment was suddenly attacked by Communist artillery fire. To convey the information, we could only rush out under the gunfire..."

"Sir, the main force of the Communist Army's Taihang Liu Mingzhao unit marched overnight and has already raided Wenxi County, where our unit is located..." "Now, Wenxi County... should have fallen..."

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"The Daixian radio station hasn't responded for two hours. It should be time to replace the game."

"Yes, but the attacks on Dai and Fanshi counties were very close. Is it really the Communist Army's mecha corps that are attacking them? Or could it be some other unit we've overlooked?"

"Report! Wenxi, the vanguard of the 37th Division has come into contact with the Communist Army..."

For such a crucial battle, Okamura Yasuji had to personally command the scene, listening to the battle reports coming in via wired and wireless means from the front lines. He listened to the noisy discussions and deductions of his staff officers, and mentally deduced how to best preserve the North China Army's strength.

However, even considering the possibility of shipping the 28th Division back to Jieshi Island by sea and then transferring it to Shimen City by train and quickly to participate in the operation to recapture the Shota Road, Okamura Yasuji still could not think of a way to successfully preserve more than two divisions of the First Army.

Moreover, in order to snatch the 28th Division from the command of the Kwantung Army's Jiaodong Expeditionary Corps, or the Kwantung Army's 7th Army, Okamura Yasuji had a serious "falling out" with the Kwantung Army a few days ago.

He bypassed the China Expeditionary Army and even the normal feedback channels of the headquarters, mobilized all his personal connections and networks, and found all the seniors and predecessors he could find: Nakamura Kotaro, Nakajima Imago, Shimomura Sada, Isogai Rensuke. This involved a huge amount of personal relationships and exchanges of interests, with only one purpose - to reassign the Kwantung Army's 28th Division, which was still in the process of being unloaded, to his own command, and to remove it from the Battle of Lu Province and put it into the incinerator of saving the First Army.

"Fortunately, as someone who's experienced the hot springs in Baden-Baden, I've managed to get some respect from the guards at the gate." Okamura sighed to himself. Those old guys wouldn't be so confused about the situation at this critical juncture... After all, if the First Army was destroyed, the entire Sino-Japanese Incident would probably slide into an unimaginable abyss.

"Commander Okamura, Lieutenant General Iimura wants to see you," the orderly reported quietly, afraid to disturb the commander who was lost in thought. "He's already here." "Oh, Iimura-kun, please ask him to come in."

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"Commander Okamura." Iimura Joi walked in quickly.

Like Okamura, he had deep dark circles under his eyes, and his mustache had become scraggly from neglect. In stark contrast to his unkempt and lazy demeanor, Iimura's tone was unusually anxious, almost brimming with impatience.

"Please make a decision immediately, Commander!"

"'Iimura-kun, what are you saying…'" Iimura Joi, whom Neiji met in his office, was taken aback for a moment by the straightforward staff officer's directness. "Please speak. There's no need for honorifics between us."

"Okay, Okamura-san, my apologies."

Iimura Jō reached out and grabbed the cup of tea from Okamura's desk, gulping it down. He wiped his mouth and adjusted his tone: "The 28th Division is useless in resolving this crisis."

As if he had thought about what he had said, he added: "We are short of troops, Mr. Okamura, and this is just a drop in the bucket. Even if we can

The troops were transported to Shimen in the shortest possible time, breaking through the Zhengtai Line, and the First Army was able to successfully

No more than one division will be transferred.

"I've studied the battle reports from the past few years in North China. First-tier Communist units are already capable of forcing an equal number of our own units into defeat in open-field combat. Their generals, however, employ tactics that dictate that they won't attack unless they have a three-to-one advantage in numbers. Therefore, the First Army's simulations, hoping that the enemy will be completely exhausted and unable to attack again, are unwise."

Now that the Zhengtai Line is broken, the gates of southern Shanxi are ajar, and the enemy in northern Shanxi is holding its ground. If our army defends piecemeal, we'll lose more and more of our forces as we shrink our lines. Even if we finally reach Jinyang City, I'm afraid we'll lose almost all of our men. "But if we move hastily, the Communists will pursue us, and our retreat will become a rout. The troops won't be able to rest and regroup, and the situation will be even worse!"

The situation is so serious, I naturally know it. "Okamura Ningji stared at Iimura Jyou's eyes, "But what is the solution? Iimura-kun, I don't believe you have

Manchuria came here just to tell me this."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Iimura Jo was silent for a few seconds. Since joining the army, he had gained an exceptionally rich experience. He had not only received advanced military education but also studied foreign languages ​​and served in European countries. He was a highly educated officer. But when he spoke again, a hint of madness crept into his words:

"Your Mightiness!

"Please order the conscription of Japanese residents!"

Extra 8th AVE.Canned Mixed Foie

(Image by: Bathing Light, all rights reserved by the author of this illustration)

【product name】

Eight Streets mixed liver paste canned

【Element】

This product is a mixed oral dosage form with the following main ingredients:

Mixed liver puree, pork fat, water, salt, onion powder, pepper, glucose, potato starch, spices, preservative (sodium nitrite)

【形状】

This product is a dark brown, smooth paste with a fragrant smell and salty taste.

(Small words written in marker: Fragrance? Ha! Compared to this, even the socks of Tom the Stinky Foot next door can be used to make perfume!)

【Indications】

It can be used as an auxiliary treatment for iron deficiency, anemia, malnutrition, and night blindness.

【Dosage】

This product should be consumed immediately after opening. Consume as soon as possible after opening. If the temperature is below 50 degrees Fahrenheit, consume within 24 hours of opening; if the temperature is above 50 degrees Fahrenheit, consume within 4 hours of opening. (Small words written in marker: Damn, when is it possible for the weather to be below 50 degrees in this place? I'd rather believe that the supply ship will not be sunk by the yellow-skinned Japanese planes tomorrow)

People who are chronically hungry should not consume large quantities in the early stages. Do not exceed 1 can per day. It can be used in small amounts with the help of other foods. The specific dosage should be determined by the doctor.

(Small marker writing: Damn! Who can eat this shit? Especially since the cans we were given were all smashed to pieces. I'm convinced.) [Adverse Reactions]

It is not clear yet, but occasional thirst, dizziness, and nausea are circled solemnly with a marker: nausea!).

【Precautions】

If the can is swollen, bulging, or the red and blue bands on the surface of the can are broken, it is not edible.

(Small words written in marker: Actually, this can has its uses. Hey man, you can take a look at the letter I left behind.) [Specifications]

90g

【Packing specifications】

90g: Tinplate canned 【Manufacturer】

Badajie Special Food Co., Ltd.

Dear Brother:

Hi.

By the time you open this box, I'll either have boarded the ship back home, or I'll be lying in the mud with mosquitoes and frogs in my mouth, holding my dog ​​tags - if I can't hold that damn little piece of steel anymore, please help me shovel it up.

There is a gold ring in the small box in the lower right corner of the box. It belongs to you as a reward. There is a string of cursive letters on the box saying "Noble Lawrence Jewelry Store". You will definitely find it.

Besides that, could you please mail the letter in the box back to 72 Forest Road, Cactus Frisco, Arizona. I put extra stamps on the envelope, so that's for sure.

…………

Well, as for that little tip, all you have to do is ask the veterans how to make concentrated dog shit. You know, the canned liver paste comes in small quantities each time, but the hospital loves it, we love it, and even the Japanese love it, and we hope they like it too.

Use a broken can to cover it with tape, tie it together with the grenade (be careful not to tie the flap as well), then pull the safety, press the flap with your palm, and throw it towards the Japanese, but don't let your hand slip! - Tsk! Soon, people will jump out of the trench opposite.

Hey, remember to wear your gas mask when you attack next.

If you are transferred to other islands and encounter a lot of offensive missions - well, we Marun always seem to encounter such missions - you may need extra "concentrated shit" grenades to deal with the yellow monkeys. At this time, you can take out your screwdriver and stab the cans a few more times...

Of course, you can only do this if you still have some "bug cookies" in your pocket.

.....

Well, that's all I can say. We have to get going. The Japs have been going crazy lately, scrambling down the mountains and attacking us along the Death Trail.

Our planes are right above our heads, fighting the Japanese... I wish you all the best.

Luck, bro.

Wish you live.

Charles Smith

1942.7.21

Chapter 601: Independent 90th Infantry Division in War

"East of Eurasia, winter in northern China. The mountain mists are cold, and the snow falls hurriedly.

"Eat sweet potatoes in the morning and corn at noon. At sunset, the potatoes are cooked.

"Golden Cotton and Brightness, all gone. Morinaga Toffees, disappeared along the way.

"One hundred million people, praising in unison: Empty bellies, the farthest east—"

In the Lukou stronghold of the 90th Independent Infantry Detachment of the 58th Division, a few spirited infantrymen sang a 'ver_1942%' version of a doggerel tune that had come from nowhere, attracting others to join in with laughter that was full of teasing and self-deprecating meaning.

This was the last Japanese outpost west of Jinyang City, the vanguard of Gujiao County. Less than 11 kilometers from the county seat, it was protected by six field guns within the city. Therefore, in the nearly two years from 1940 to the present, while nearly all other outposts were under frequent attack, Lukou, relying on telephones to call in artillery fire, stubbornly held out.

Even when a large number of Japanese soldiers were starving, the 20 or so people in the Independent 90th Infantry Unit were still able to fill their stomachs.

"Captain Ishii!"

Miki Taro, wearing a dirty apron, called out to Captain Ishii Linye, who was standing nearby. Elsewhere, several soldiers were helping out by chopping wood, preparing to light the stove. "Oh, Miki-kun," the squad leader said, glancing at his watch. "It's 10:3 AM now. I've got the time."

After saying that, he came over, rolled up his sleeves, and helped Mikitaro lift the wooden barrel - inside the barrel were rice grains that had been soaked in water since last night, and they were finally a little soft.

Together they poured the rice and water from the bucket into the large iron pot, and pushed the rice that had spilled onto the stove back into the pot. At this moment, the tall corporal, Hashita Takenouchi, who was squatting in front of the stove, poked the lit firelighter into the stove, blew vigorously, and fanned it, finally getting the fire going.

"There's too little water. We need to add more." Ishii Linye glanced at the amount of water in the pot and made a judgment. "Yes, this water will definitely not cook it."

Mikitaro drew fresh water from the water tank and added a large ladle of water to the rice in the pot. He measured it with his fingers, and when he thought it was enough, he closed the pot.

After all, it's sorghum rice, he thought. If he didn't add a little more water, it would be burnt on the bottom and raw on the top. In this case, not having enough to eat is a small matter, but wasting food is a big deal.

"Miki-senpai!" The dusty Qiaoxia raised his head with the excitement of a young man. "Excuse me! What are we having for lunch today?" he asked expectantly. "Is there any meat?"

"Meat, Qiaoxia-san, look at these two ribs on my body. Are they enough for you?"

"Under the bridge, go look outside the stronghold, maybe you can catch a few rats!"

"Not now. The rats are all skinny these days... When will the county deliver the rations?"

Several veterans were peeling potatoes and teasing the tall corporal, but there was no teasing in their tone - after all, Captain Ishii had been staying beside him.

Including him, except for the people standing guard, everyone else was basically helping

While cooking, the atmosphere in the team was quite harmonious.

"For lunch, we have pickled vegetables, potatoes, tofu soup, and meat. Today is not a Saturday. The supply team will come every Sunday. Have you forgotten?

Captain Ishii Linye, having set down the barrel, took over the conversation. The price of the squad's abundant carbohydrates and lack of hunger now was that each of them only consumed protein about half the time: tofu for two days, meat for one, and pickles, potatoes, millet, and sorghum for the rest of the day. Only during festivals and holidays did they eat two ducks raised in the squad's base.

As for rations, to be honest, as a unit where "undesirable people" were concentrated, the quotas Ishii received were always insufficient: the rice and precious flour that the Japanese liked were naturally not available. What he could get was basically some millet produced locally in Shanxi Province, and sometimes he even had to use "mixed flour" to make up the number.

However, recently, it was said that the communist army in the north began to attack the First Army, and the entire unit was asked to be on high alert to prevent a surprise attack by the communist army. Everyone's rations finally got better - the amount of soybeans in the carts pulled by the group of Korean porters began to increase.

But since we were about to go to war, we couldn't just keep eating soybeans... Looking at this group of old soldiers and half-old guys laughing, Captain Ishii Linye called over Miki Taro, who was cooking. "Miki-kun, after dinner, take Qiaoxia and go to Kangjia Town and bring back a bag of canned food," he whispered. "You two, ride your bikes over there." "Don't we only have one bike in the squad?"

"The other one belonged to the division's messenger. He was hated for delivering orders, and was killed by the Communists a few days ago. Okay, don't ask. Remember to be back before dinner!"

"Hi."