?Shi Shi Cheng and Commander Chen Qilin both delivered speeches, which were just our soldiers. Only the heroic words of horses and corpses to serve the country. The finale was General Chen Zikun.

Chen Zikun first saluted the audience when he came on stage. Jiangdong army was his family's foundation, and the students of Jiangdong Army Officer School were his heart. These best young people in Jiangdong Province were about to rush to the battlefield. What awaited them was the test of blood and fire. The war was cruel, and I wonder how many people could survive.

"The people in military uniforms on this stage, including my adjutant, are all surnamed Chen. I think you just call the Chen family army." Chen Zikun actually joked about the first sentence.

With a chuckle, the soldiers' tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Chen Zikun's face turned right and said, "You are about to go to the battlefield of Songhu. You all know what China is like over the years. I won't say much about it. When charging on the battlefield, remember to bend down. When the subordinate meets the superior, don't salute. Finally, I'll give you two words. When things are in trouble, you need to be brave. Let's meet each other on a narrow road..." He paused and looked up at the ten thousand soldiers below the stage.

"The brave wins!" Ten thousand soldiers of the new division let out a roar like a sea of ​​roar.

The military music sounded, and General Chen Zikun awarded the new division a military flag and a new number to the new division, the 17th Division of the new model of the Republic of China Army on behalf of the Military Commission.

After the flag-raising ceremony, the Model 17th Division immediately went to the battlefield. Even well-equipped troops like the Chen family army did not reach full mechanization. Only officers above the regiment had cars, battalion commanders rode horses, artillery took trucks, and infantry could only march on foot.

The troops drove along the central street of the provincial capital and headed towards the dock with great confidence. The shops on both sides of the street all hung flags with blue sky, white sun and red ground. Citizens were bustling and watched the battle. The children in the arms of the adults also waved the national flag to encourage the soldiers: "Kill more Japanese."

There were also many uncles and aunts wiping their tears. Their children were in the queue, and they were blind on the battlefield. Who knew if they could see each other again this time? Liu Cunren's family was also standing by the roadside, hoping to see their son in the team.

My son is already twenty years old. Before he finished high school, he was sent to Jiangdong Army Officer's School by his elder sister. This kid has been naughty since he was a child. He has become much more stable after becoming a soldier. Now he is the deputy platoon leader of the warrant officer and will become a general in the future.

The company where Liu Xiaoyong was located came over. This was an ordinary infantry company. The company commander was walking in front of him, and behind him were Maxim heavy machine guns and brigade of infantrymen carried by machine gunners. Liu Xiaoyong was walking in the queue and saw his parents and siblings standing on one side of the street. He smiled and waved forward and then walked away.

The team started and Central Street returned to peace. Liu Cunren and his family returned home with a small flag. Liu's mother was in a daze and didn't even cook. She asked from time to time: "Her father, do you think Xiaoyong will be injured?"

Liu Cun comforted him: "The Jiangdong Army is well-trained and not worse than the Japanese. Xiaoyong will not be able to do anything." In fact, he did not understand military affairs, and he was completely guessing out of thin air, so that his family members could rest assured.

Suddenly the door outside rang, and Liu Ting came in. The old couple pulled their daughter and talked about it again. Finally, they mentioned Liu Ting's marriage: "You are really not young anymore. You are still not married in your thirties, and your eldest sister's children can make soy sauce."

Liu Ting's ears were calloused long ago, and she smiled and said, "Everyone has their own way of living. I'm not married, but I have a son. Didn't Xiaonan call you grandma before?"

Liu Cunren said: "After all, I'm not my biological child. Besides, my surname is Chen... How is it between you and Director Chen? After so long, you don't have to worry, and he doesn't have to worry?"

Liu Ting said: "What's the hurry? This is good, it's better than being a concubine anyway."

The daughter was stubborn, and the old couple had no choice but to hope that Chen Zikun knew what her daughter had done and was better for her.

...

The brothers from the Third Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the Model Division boarded a coal-carrying ship. All parts of the country were transporting soldiers and supplies to Shanghai. It was a blessing for them to get on the ship. I heard that the soldiers from Sichuan, Yunnan and Guizhou had to travel thousands of miles to Shanghai with their legs.

The bulk cargo ship had its hatch open, the soldiers sat on the ground, played cards, smoked, bragged and farted, and the machines roared, covering up the sound of talking. In August, it was so hot that it was hard to stop, and the bilge was filled with the smell of sweat and vomit. Liu Xiaoyong was an officer, who could go to the deck to rest and absorb some fresh air, but he was the deputy platoon leader and wanted to set an example with his brothers.

The ship arrived at an unknown pier. The soldiers got off the boat for dinner. The division logistics department set up a few large pots on the shore, making the rice thick and porridge very hot. The soldiers took turns to make the meal with tea jars and lunch boxes. They squatted on the ground regardless of the hot mouth, and blew while eating. Before they finished eating, the commander blew the whistle. The soldiers were very fast. Each company had only five minutes to eat. They had to make room for the next wave of brothers to eat.

After eating, the troops boarded the ship again. It was dawn the next day when they arrived at the Xiaguan Wharf in Nanjing. The brothers got off the ship sleepily, boarded the train tank carriage amid the whistle and commands, and drove to the Songhu battlefield for a while.

The Nanjing National Government set up the Supreme National Defense Conference of the Wartime Organization and organized the headquarters to command the Anti-Japanese War. The whole country mobilized and devoted itself to the fight against Japan and the nation to save the nation. Along the railway, the people fed the pot of slurry and spontaneously visited the soldiers on the army. The Shanghai-Nanjing line was extremely busy, and all passenger transport was suspended. Trains carried soldiers and arms rushed to the battlefield.

The door of the tank truck was open, and the soldiers squeezed in the door, looking curiously at the Bofos anti-aircraft guns pulled on the flatbed truck. There was a highway under the railway subgrade. I don’t know which troops were hiking. They were wearing straw sandals, leggings, gray cloth uniforms, and carrying Hanyang-made. Liu Xiaoyong waved at them, and they also greeted friendly troops on the train.

The train drove near Suzhou and stopped moving forward. The air supremacy was in the hands of the Japanese. They had to get off the train and walk on foot. The soldiers broke branches and surrounded the hats as cover. They moved forward in a column. When they were hungry, they would chew some dry food. No matter how tired or sleepy they were, they could not fall behind.

The next morning, I finally arrived near Shanghai. The smell of gunpowder was filled with smoke. The roar of planes came from the sky from time to time. On an open space on the side of the road, there were blood stains and bomb craters. It is said that a regiment of the Sichuan Army lined up here for pre-war mobilization yesterday, but was discovered by Japanese planes and dropped a bunch of bombs. Most of them were killed or injured before they even saw the enemy.

The model division was organized into Chen Cheng's 15th Army and entered Zhabei. The troops advanced along both sides of the road, loaded bullets, ready to fight at any time. The enemy and us interspersed in combat, and the inside line was not safe. There were broken walls and ruins everywhere, and flames and black smoke were everywhere. In the telescope, the Japanese army's reconnaissance balloons hung in the air to guide the direction for artillery and warships. Whenever the shells hit, the brothers would lie down and hide, and then shake off the dust and continue to move forward when the bombing was over.

They replaced the positions of the 18th Brigade of the 6th Division. The friendly forces suffered heavy casualties and were completely exhausted. Only a hundred people were withdrawn alive. The brothers of the model division watched the friendly forces leave in a staggering manner. The heroic spirit of the military parade in the provincial capital was thrown out of the sky, and everyone's expressions were very serious.

Shortly after entering the position, Japanese artillery and bombing began. Cruisers on the Huangpu River used large-caliber naval guns to shoot the ** position. Every time the shell fell, the earth trembled. The window glass of the surrounding houses had long been shattered, and the trunks were burned to charred.

In the sky, there were Japanese planes like flies, unscrupulously shooting and bombing, as if they were entering a no-man. The model division had previously conducted air defense drills and knew how to prevent air strikes, but still lost a lot of people.

The brothers all started to scold the Air Force for free and they were killed or injured before they saw the Japanese. Liu Xiaoyong was also indignant. This is the sky of China, so why is Japanese planes rampant?

Suddenly, two biplane fighters painted with blue sky and white sun emblems flew over and started a desperate battle in the air. The brothers of the army all looked up and watched the battle, stopped scolding, and cheered for their air force.

A Chinese plane was shot and exploded in the air, and the position suddenly fell silent. But the remaining plane not only did not escape, but became more and more brave and fought with the enemy plane. The roaring sounds continued in the air, and tracer bombs flew everywhere. From time to time, Japanese planes were shot down and dragged black smoke to the ground. The brothers cheered and counted the results of the air combat hero, one, two, and three!

The tiger could not hold the pack of wolves, and the heroic Chinese fighter was still hit, dragging black smoke into the air. Liu Xiaoyong shouted anxiously: "Skydiving, skydiving quickly!"

A white umbrella flower appeared in the air and the pilot parachuted.

As soon as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a gust of wind blew, blowing the pilot to the Japanese position. Liu Xiaoyong immediately asked for instructions to go up the peak and asked to lead troops to rescue the people.

The battalion commander immediately approved and asked Liu Xiaoyong to bring a platoon to rescue the pilot.

"The life of flying a plane is more precious than ours. No matter how you save people." The battalion commander patted Liu Xiaoyong on the shoulder.

Deputy Platoon Commander Liu pointed out the twenty-five soldiers of the headquarters, jumped out of the trenches and quickly approached the pilot's landing site. They hugged their waists and ran quickly with guns. Suddenly, a burst of machine gun bullets came, and they fell down seven or eight, and the rest fell to the ground and crawled forward.

Heavy machine guns on Chinese positions began to cover and shoot, and then the Japanese grenade launchers and mortars also joined in. More than 20 Chinese soldiers lying in the middle were killed by the Japanese army one after another, with bullet holes on their heads.

Liu Xiaoyong and three or four soldiers hid under a pile of rubble. They watched their comrades beheaded to death, but they were powerless. The Japanese were too strong in firepower and they would die if they showed up.

The battalion commander sent another group of people to rush over to reinforce, and half of them were killed in the middle of the road. Liu Xiaoyong felt his throat hot, and he took out a kettle to drink water with his trembling hands, but he couldn't even find his mouth. Fear filled his heart.

He raised his telescope to look at the pilot, as if he had broken his legs, and sat under a wall, looking anxiously at this side.

The Japanese were too sinister. They deliberately used the pilot as bait to lead our army to rescue him and took the opportunity to kill me and have the vitality.

No, what is he going to do! Liu Xiaoyong's breathing suddenly became rapid. The Chinese pilot in the telescope took out a photo from his pocket and put it on his lips and kissed it. Then he raised the revolver in his hand and shot him in his temple.

Liu Xiaoyong's face was filled with tears and blurred the camera.

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