Rise From Eight Hundred

The three lieutenant generals of the army were all fierce men on the battlefield.

Wu and Guo, needless to say, one of them turned his own division into a battalion in the Battle of Songhu, and the other led 30,000 people and 100,000 Japanese troops to fight in a small city. The iron fool of the Hunan Army was even more in the past time and space, but he led an infantry division and the 18th Division of the Japanese Army to fight hard for seven days and nights on the Jiashan National Defense Line.

Being strong is a good thing, but it also makes them too confident.

As the saying goes, three cobblers can still beat Zhuge Liang! There is no reason why the three of them can't beat a young man. Before the war, they were determined to win.

But the "battlefield" is the "battlefield". It is absolutely a very wrong thing to set traps and ambushes for the enemy without doing a good "enemy situation analysis" in advance.

When Lao Guo, who had regained consciousness the next day, called Lao Wang and asked him about Tang Dao's family background, he couldn't help but exclaim that it was a bad idea. No wonder Tang Dao could fight three people alone and destroy the three big guys. He grew up in a jar of white wine!

The cellared old wine sold by Tang Dao's family has always been one of his favorite famous wines.

Damn it, but even so, this alcohol tolerance is too much.

The remaining memory reminded Lao Guo that last night he drank two jars of white wine with a concentration of more than 50 degrees, which can be used to disinfect wounds. Tang Dao's wine barrel, no, it was a wine jar, drank nearly five kilograms of ten kilograms of white wine. In the end, Tang Dao, the bastard, poured everyone the Japanese sake he brought. The three lieutenant generals who were barely sober were completely defeated by this "sinister" mixed wine.

Fortunately, before drinking, the deputy commander of the 67th Army, the lieutenant general, had been in charge of the entire defense line, otherwise, if the Japanese attacked, the 30,000 troops would not even have anyone to give orders.

However, Lieutenant General Guo Da was overthinking this. At the time when they were drinking, Ushijima Sadao, a frustrated Japanese Army Lieutenant General on the battlefield, was also drinking. Drinking alone!

Drinking alone is the most intoxicating. An hour earlier than them, Ushijima Sadao had already fallen asleep alone on the camp bed.

Attack, attack a chicken feather!

With the assistance of the heavy artillery brigade, they fought hard on this Chinese defense line for a week. The stubborn Chinese retreated several kilometers but held on to the second defense line. Now that the heavy artillery brigade is gone, the dozens of 75-caliber small cannons under his command can blow down the Chinese permanent fortifications that have been built for more than two years to resist heavy artillery?

What are you thinking!

Not to mention that Ushijima Sadao didn't think so, even Yanagawa Heisuke, who was more than a hundred kilometers away and had already marched along the Beijing-Shanghai Railway, asked the 18th Division to stay put for the time being.

When a dog can't chew a bone, it never bites it hard. It uses its back teeth to grind it slowly. No matter how hard the bone is, it can eventually grind it into pieces!

Yanagawa Heisuke's tactics are so simple, learn from dogs!

Exchange time for space.

And now the Japanese army, which has nearly 300,000 ground forces on the southeast battlefield, has such strength.

The Japanese who have temporarily stopped fighting in front of them still pose enough threats, but for the Chinese army, which now has three infantry divisions in the defense line and is in high morale because of the victory, although it is still a wild bull encountering a lion, this wild bull is not the same wild bull. If it gets anxious and uses its horns to poke and its iron hooves to step on it, the lion will be forced to climb a tree and stay.

At least in this morning, it was not the Japanese that gave Comrade Lao Guo a headache, but Deputy Director Tang, who was still able to run away with the United States with his head held high after drinking a lot of wine yesterday.

Because, in that long-planned drinking party, what did the two sides talk about after getting drunk, and now Lieutenant General Guo's mind is basically blank.

The common saying at the wine table, "Let's not talk about anything, come on, let's go, everything is in the wine," has been passed down from generation to generation. At least the original plan was to get Tang Dao drunk and then ask him for the captured Japanese equipment! Naturally, nothing was said before it was drowned in the wine.

But at this time, Comrade Lao Guo also thought it through. As long as the advance group was disbanded, Tang Dao would not have many people under his command. What else could he eat those treasures? Even if I don't ask for it shamelessly, the idiot will have to deliver it to me. It's just a matter of time.

But Comrade Lao Guo's eyelids were twitching at this moment.

It seemed that there was always a voice reminding him that the defeat of this drinking game, Tang Dao, the winner, was not just winning a drinking game.

The remaining memory still reminds Comrade Lao Guo that at the end of the drinking party, the lieutenant general of the Hunan Army hugged Tang Dao's shoulder and called him "older brother, younger brother" affectionately. It didn't matter to him that the generation was directly reduced to brother. But looking at the ink on his palm that had not completely faded, Comrade Lao Guo felt that something was not good.

But he was still trying to comfort himself in his heart. With Lao Tzu's calmness, even if he was drunk, he would not make blind promises about military affairs! Not to mention writing it in person.

"Go and see if General Wu is awake! If he is awake, notify me." Comrade Lao Guo calmed down and decided to meet with Crouching Dragon and Phoenix first.

As for the iron-headed brother of the Hunan Army, when he thought that he might have burned incense and sworn brotherhood with Tang Dajiugang, Comrade Lao Guo felt inexplicably desperate: tired!

"General Wu just sent someone to ask if you are awake. If you are awake, let you go to the command center..." The orderly standing at the door answered honestly.

Comrade Lao Guo's heart instantly sank!

As soon as Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick met, before Phoenix Chick even opened his mouth, Crouching Dragon had already sighed: "It's over, we were tricked by that bastard Tang Dao when he was drunk!"

"What did we do?" Comrade Lao Guo's cheeks trembled.

"Two jars of old wine! You, me and Lao Gu, who has a straightforward temper, were all drunk. How could we remember what we did?" Lieutenant General Wu looked bitter. "My orderly told me that Tang Dao, that bastard, asked him to find paper and ink, saying that we were in a poetic mood after drinking and wanted to write a poem."

"From this, we can infer that you and I must have written something! Signatures are inevitable."

"How many pages of paper are written?" Lieutenant General Lao Guo's eyes were stern.

As a young man, Tang Dao relied on the appreciation of several superiors and his own super ability to play rogue, which would only bring them closer. However, if he dared to cross the line and deceived the drunk superior to write down the military order in black and white, even if it was just a trivial matter, it would be extremely taboo.

Especially since Tang Dao was now directly under the military headquarters of the 43rd Army, if he made such a big mistake, he, the direct superior, would also lose face.

"Haha! Brother Guo, you don't have to be so nervous. Tang Dao, that bastard, seems to be reckless, but he is a very sensible person. He won't make the big mistake you imagine.

The paper is the rice paper I brought with me. I wanted to draw a landscape painting in my spare time during the repair period to cultivate my sentiments. Who knew that the continuous wars had left the paper and ink in the cabinet for a long time. I didn't expect that after a meal, I was tricked by Tang Dao to write a few poems. It's not a waste of this thing." Seeing that Comrade Lao Guo's face was a little stiff, Lieutenant General Wu smiled and explained.

"But it's not just me. Brother Guo, it seems that you also left a piece of ink. I heard from my orderly that Lao Gu, that straightforward guy, also signed after the poems you and I left as a proof."

"Oh!" Lieutenant General Guo's face relaxed slightly, but a strange look emerged. "We are not famous calligraphers and painters. What's the use of Tang Dao's calligraphy? Can it be sold for money?"

"Haha, I don't know. He is the commander of the independent battalion directly under your command. Why don't you ask him sometime? I don't know how much money it will cost to buy it back. As long as it is not too expensive, I will buy it back so that it will not be circulated in the world and laughed at!" Lieutenant General Wu laughed.

"Commander, Deputy Commander Guo, Deputy Director Tang said before leaving that no one should think about buying it back. The calligraphy of you two and Commander Gu may only be worth ten dollars now, but in the next few decades, it will be tens of thousands of times." The orderly who was pouring tea for the two suddenly interrupted. "It is said that you two will be famous in history! He is getting a family heirloom for his son in advance!"

The two lieutenant generals were so angry that their cheeks trembled at first. What do you mean by only ten dollars? But they couldn't get angry no matter what.

No one doesn't want to be famous in history. Tang Dao's statement can be regarded as scratching the itch of the two lieutenant generals.

"This guy's ability to flatter and flatter is really comparable to his ability to fight!" Wolong looked at Fengchu, complaining, but his eyes were full of smiles.

"Haha, who said it wasn't!" Comrade Lao Guo also laughed.

After being manipulated by Tang Dao, Wolong and Fengchu were not depressed by the "eighty-year-old mother and the child", but were extremely happy.

However, in war, the happy mood is always short-lived.

Some things still need to be faced.

For example, the debt collector came just like that, and the other person was sober the whole night.

Only he knows what the unconscious person said.