Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The news that Lin Tian was leading the Chinese Independent Brigade northward swept across China like a hurricane.

Newspapers were flying everywhere, newsboys were hoarse from shouting, and everyone in the streets and alleys was talking about this mysterious unit.

The Shanghai Bund docks were shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning. As dawn broke, the harbor was already packed with people.

One after another, Type 99A tanks rolled onto the flatbed train, their tracks rumbling over the rails with a dull hum. Type 04A infantry fighting vehicles followed closely behind, their turrets slowly turning in the morning light.

The soldiers, fully armed, lined up and boarded the green train carriages, backpacks, guns, and ammunition in perfect unison. No one spoke; only the sounds of footsteps and the clanging of metal filled the air.

Ma Yongzhen stood on the platform, watching his newly recruited Independent Regiment soldiers board the train. He had personally selected 1,500 men.

Dajun is helping a new recruit fasten his backpack straps, while Zhou Xingxing is squatting next to a pillar, eating a meat bun.

"Mr. Dajun, our mission is to be responsible for logistical support."

Ma Yongzhen's voice was low and deep. "The commander said that this time when we go north, we will follow behind the main force and be responsible for escorting supplies, treating the wounded, and maintaining order in the occupied areas."

Dajun nodded.

"Understood. Although we don't have the same combat strength as our main force, we will definitely ensure good logistical support."

Zhou Xingxing swallowed the meat bun in his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and asked, "Commander Ma, do you think we can win this battle?"

Ma Yongzhen looked at him with a firm gaze, "Yes, the commander said that this time we will completely drive the 'little people' out of Northeast China."

"But there are hundreds of thousands of people living in this area."

Stephen Chow was still a little worried.

"So what if they number in the hundreds of thousands? Our commander has a hundred planes, and he'll bomb them senseless. Our tanks and artillery are a hundred times stronger than theirs, so what's there to be afraid of?"

Stephen Chow thought about it and agreed.

He thought of those J-20 fighters and the roar that had flown overhead last night, and felt much more at ease.

Manager Sun stood on the other side of the dock, dressed in a black police uniform with a pistol at his waist, surrounded by several newly appointed police officers.

He was appointed by Lin Tian as a detective in the Shanghai police station, responsible for maintaining public order.

My gaze swept across the dock. The tanks, armored vehicles, and soldiers were about to leave the city.

He turned to look at the police officers, his expression turning serious. "Pass the word down. I'm warning you now: if any of you dare to misbehave while the commander is away, don't blame me for turning my back on you."

"Yes."

The police officers nodded repeatedly.

The train whistle sounded, and it slowly started moving.

Tanks, armored vehicles, and soldiers marched north.

The news spread throughout China.

Chiang Kai-shek was in a meeting when an aide rushed in and handed him a telegram.

"Chairman, the Chinese Independent Brigade has headed north. They have already departed from Shanghai and are heading towards the Northeast."

Chiang Kai-shek took the telegram, read it through, and his expression shifted. "How many of them are there?"

"About ten thousand people, except for the police officers, all left."

Chiang Kai-shek remained silent, his heart filled with mixed emotions. This mysterious force made him uneasy, but at the same time, it helped him solve the urgent problem in Northeast China.

"Send a telegram to Xiao Zhang, telling him to prepare and cooperate with the Chinese Independent Brigade's operations. Tell him that this is a good opportunity to recapture Northeast China and not to miss it."

"yes!"

Old Jiang stood up and walked to the window. The morning sky outside the window was gray, and his mood was also gray.

Is the Chinese Independent Brigade friend or foe?

Yan'an.

Smoke swirled inside the cave dwelling.

Several people sat around a table with telegrams spread out on it.

The boss, with a pipe dangling from his lips, was beaming with delight.

"Good! Well done! Finally, someone's going to teach those Japanese devils from Northeast China a lesson!"

"Boss, we have contacted the Chinese Independent Brigade. They said they are willing to cooperate with us to fight against the Japanese."

Their commander also stated that after the recapture of Northeast China, they would discuss follow-up matters with us.

The commander nodded. "This commander is a sensible man. Regardless of his background, as long as he is genuinely committed to resisting Japan, he is our friend."

"But their equipment is too advanced. What if...?"

"We'll talk about the future later. Behind closed doors, they're still family."

The boss interrupted him, "The biggest enemy right now is Xiao Rizi. Get rid of Xiao Rizi first, and everything else can be discussed."

Everyone nodded.

The boss squinted and let out a long sigh of relief. "I hope that this time, we can take back the Northeast. Those people have had enough of the hardships of their lives."

In Northeast China, the command post of the young marshal Zhang was bustling with activity.

The telegrams ticked away as the staff officers ran around.

Xiao Zhang stood in front of the map, holding a pencil, his brow furrowed.

"Young Marshal, a call from Nanjing instructs us to cooperate with the Huaxia Independent Brigade in retaking Northeast China!"

Xiao Zhang put down his pencil, turned around, and looked at his trusted generals. "What do you think?"

A general stood up and patted his chest.

"Young Marshal, this is a golden opportunity! The puppet state of Manchukuo in Heilongjiang and Jilin provinces has been almost completely destroyed by bombing, and the Japanese air force is also finished. If we don't attack now, when will we?"

The other general shook his head.

"Young Marshal, the origins of the Chinese Independent Brigade are unknown. What if they fight the Japanese and then stay?"

Xiao Zhang thought for a moment, "Let's not worry about what happens later. We must avenge my father's death, and we must not neglect the people of Northeast China."

He paused, then his tone hardened, "Send the order down: the entire army is to launch an attack, cooperating with the Chinese Independent Brigade, to recapture Northeast China. Those little devils, kill them without mercy!"

"yes!"

International public opinion was also in an uproar.

In London, the Prime Minister held a telegram, his brow furrowed.

"The planes of the Chinese Independent Brigade, are they the same ones that bombed Northeast China? Are you sure?"

"It's confirmed. Intelligence indicates that those planes flew back to Shanghai and landed at the base of the Chinese Independent Brigade."

The Prime Minister remained silent for a moment.

"Their technology is too advanced. We need to find a way to get some intelligence and see if we can learn from it."

The Foreign Minister shook his head.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult. That unit is heavily guarded, and our spies simply cannot get in."

"Then let's find a way, no matter the cost."

The Prime Minister slammed the telegram on the table.

Washington, D.C., the White House.

President Roosevelt sat in a wheelchair, holding a report in his hand, his face solemn and his voice low.

"That's impossible. Their planes are more advanced than ours, even more advanced than what we are developing. That's not scientific."

The Secretary of State nodded. "Mr. President, the intelligence community is intensifying its analysis, but we haven't made any progress yet."

Roosevelt suddenly asked, "In any case, keep a close eye on the movements of this force, and at the same time, send someone to make contact and see if we can establish some communication."

"yes!"

Berlin, Germany.

"The Chinese have acquired advanced weapons, which poses a threat to our allies in Asia."

However, as the saying goes, "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits," let them fight; the more lively the fight, the better.

"Sir, should we intervene?"

"No."

The leader waved his hand, "Let them fight it out. We'll just watch the show. Let's deal with those damned Jews first."

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