readytorunbook Chapter 625: Frustrated New Army 1st Army Sun Fumin
Chapter 625: Frustrated New Army 1st Army Sun Fumin
Somewhere in western Yunnan, the headquarters of the New 1st Army.
The sun was so hot that a thin layer of smoke rose from the training ground.
Army Commander Sun Fumin stood at the window of the division headquarters, looking at the soldiers outside who were still insisting on training. His heart felt like it was blocked by a ball of wet cotton, and he felt suffocated.
Damn, so frustrating.
Thinking back to when he was in Sindhu, his New 1st Army was the elite troops personally trained by White Eagle.
Equipped with all-American equipment, with meat and vegetables every meal, ammunition in abundance, and morale high, they were just waiting to fight the Japanese to the death in Pegu, avenge their previous defeat, and finally fight their way back to the country.
But the result?
A guy named Zhang from Southeast Asia suddenly appeared and started a new country with a group of overseas Chinese.
Now the order of the expeditionary force is completely messed up.
Now these elite troops have returned directly, but what will happen after they return?
The imagined war never came.
His new 1st Army, with more than 40,000 guns, was thrown into this rear area. Day after day, all they did was train.
This is not the most infuriating thing.
What made him most angry was logistics.
In Sindhu, it was supplied directly by White Eagle, no one dared to take it, and no one dared to withhold it.
I'm back and everything is fucking messed up.
The promised rations had already changed their flavor when they were delivered. The white rice had turned into moldy old rice, the canned food had turned into low-quality goods mixed with sand, and the smell of meat was almost gone.
Because of this, he went to the Military and Political Department and the Logistics Department and slammed the table several times!
It's useless.
Those old men are good at protecting each other, playing the fool and passing the buck.
What do they mean by "Wartime is difficult, supplies are scarce, and it's the same for all brother troops, so we have to overcome it"?
Bullshit, he saw with his own eyes that some of the small internal warehouses were piled full.
I can't swallow this.
Apart from food and daily necessities, what is even more disheartening is the cowardice.
A while ago, White Eagle formally invited his New 1st Army to join the Nanyang Expeditionary Force to fight against Ryukyu together, and then to counterattack the Japanese mainland.
After the Japanese surrender, we can even station troops directly in their homeland.
The White Eagles take care of all the logistics, including food, drinks, clothing, supplies, artillery shells and bullets. They provide everything, so there is no need to worry about domestic affairs.
Where can I find such conditions and such opportunities?
As a soldier, what could be a better way to avenge the previous humiliation and bring honor to the family than to attack the Japanese lair and station troops there?
This is a great honor.
It is the best explanation to our compatriots who have been bullied by the Japanese for more than ten years!
He went to ask for a fight excitedly.
The results of it?
A basin of cold water is poured down from above, which is not allowed.
The reason was vague, saying something like "own deployment".
Okay, if we don’t go abroad to fight, it should be okay to fight in the country, right?
The Japanese have been making unusual moves recently, and the General Staff has determined they may attack Zhijiang Airport. Xuefeng Mountain is poised to become a battlefield.
His new 1st Army immediately volunteered again and asked to go to the front line.
The reply came again, no, and asked him to "rest in peace."
Rest? Rest the hell out of it!
Sun Fumin became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He slammed his fist on the table, causing the teacup to jump around.
He finally understood it completely.
The guy above never thought of using his elite troops to fight the Japanese.
They were counting on the White Eagle to defeat the Japanese quickly.
The reason for keeping these well-equipped and combat-capable troops is to use them in the future... to deal with the "red bandits" over there.
"Damn it." Sun Fumin cursed in a low voice, his chest feeling very stuffy.
Soldiers can't fight the enemy and defend their country, but instead have to save their energy to fight their own people? What kind of honor is that?
At this time, the guard outside the door reported: "Commander, the White Eagle liaison officer, Lieutenant Colonel James, has arrived."
Sun Fumin took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "Please ask him to come in."
Soon, a middle-aged officer wearing a neat Eagle Army uniform and a standard smile on his face walked in.
"Good day, General Sun." Lieutenant Colonel James spoke Chinese well.
"Lieutenant Colonel, what's up?" Sun Fumin was in no mood for small talk.
James didn't seem surprised and directly stated his purpose: "General Sun, since your unit is temporarily unable to participate in overseas operations, our military still sincerely invites you to personally visit the front lines as a military observer for inspection and exchange."
"Oh? Where are you going?" Sun Fumin raised his eyebrows.
"There are two options." James held up two fingers. "One is the European battlefield. The Hans are almost unable to hold on. You can observe our army's armored group combat and air-ground coordination on the European continent."
"The second is the Pacific Theater, the Okinawa Islands. The fighting is intense, and you can observe up close our landing operations, island sieges, and... well, the combat methods of the Nanyang Defense Force. They are also quite impressive."
James' last sentence seemed to have a hidden meaning.
Sun Fumin's heart moved.
Nanyang National Defense Force? Zhang Chi's troops?
He had long heard that the army was well-equipped and fought fiercely, and had made a name for itself in Ryukyu in just a few days.
They are also an army composed of Chinese people, so what kind of quality are they?
Sun Fumin really wanted to see it with his own eyes.
Why stay in the country? To watch those bureaucrats get angry? To wait to be transferred to fight against brothers?
Go to hell.
I am a soldier, and my battlefield is external, not internal.
"Okay!" Sun Fumin made the decision without giving it any more thought. "I'll go to Ryukyu."
Lieutenant Colonel James's smile widened. "Excellent! General Sun, your decision is very wise. I believe this will be a fruitful investigation. A top student at the Virginia Military Academy should see more of modern warfare."
His words carried a clear hint of intimacy.
In the eyes of the White Eagle military, a general like Sun Fumin, who has received authentic Eagle-style education, is capable, and is dissatisfied with the internal strife within the White Party, is a natural "one of their own" and is worth winning over.
Sun Fumin didn't say much, just nodded.
He was holding back a lot of energy, a combination of disappointment with the current situation in the country and a desire to prove something.
He wanted to go out and see how a real modern war was fought, and also see what kind of team Zhang Chi had led.
After Lieutenant Colonel James said goodbye to arrange his itinerary, Sun Fumin looked out the window at the soldiers still training hard and let out a long breath.
He left this suffocating pool of stagnant water for the time being.
The Ryukyu Islands ahead may be another new beginning?
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At the same time, on the main island of Ryukyu, there is an unnamed highland near the southern end.
The air was so hot and humid that you could squeeze water out of it. A spearhead company of the 6th Infantry Division of the Nanyang National Defense Army had just repelled a desperate counterattack by the Japanese and was taking a moment to catch their breath.
The soldiers leaned against the muddy foxholes, drank the bleach-smelling water from their canteens in big gulps, and checked their guns and ammunition. No one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing.
The communications soldier at the company headquarters, a skinny young man carrying a walkie-talkie, had just been nearly blown away by the Japanese grenade launcher. Now he was facing the microphone, lowering his voice and speaking a series of code words in Chaoshan dialect at a very fast speed:
"...Mountain Eagle calling its nest. Coordinates: King of Spades, Seven of Points, Ace of Hearts, turning point... Japanese heavy artillery. Confirmed, repeat, I confirm. The Japanese heavy artillery is right there. Plow through it! Over!"