Three Days Earlier.
Xinzhou, Xinfu District, Shanxi Province, China.
"Xingle! Xingle! Zhunbei ban chuqu!" Screamed a Kuomintang officer, waking Lieutenant Ono from his deep sleep.
The old decrepit building that once was a school for children was now his home, and the home of the men in his unit. Around him, his comrades were rushing to get their equipment and weapons together.
"Xingle! Xingle!" Screamed the officer again, desperate to wake the soldiers still in slumber.
Ono reached over to the muscular man on his right and began to shake him furiously.
"Takeshi! Takeshi! Wake up! I think were moving out!". He knew Takeshi hated being woken up prematurely, but he was one of the few men in his unit that spoke Mandarin.
"What?" mumbled Takeshi as he slowly woke up. His eyes remaining closed. The heavy set bags under them a sign of his need for adequate sleep.
"I think were moving out, what are they saying?" Asked Ono.
"Suoyou renyuan dou zuzhi ziji de nanren, bìng z