"I remember it very clearly. It was November 7th, and it was just dawn!"

The veteran sat on an old rattan chair, raised his head, and tried not to let the tears in his eyes fall on his face.

"The communications soldiers in the division were riding the division commander's horse and ran wildly in the paddy fields to inform the military and civilians along the way that the war in Songjiang was in urgent need. The entire army abandoned all heavy equipment and accelerated the evacuation."

"But how to speed up! Just one road, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, various vehicles, horses, artillery, and countless refugees. Looking from behind, it is like a big river. A river made of people can walk 40 miles a day, which is the sky.

But the most deadly thing was not the crowding, but the Japanese plane. As soon as he heard the alarm sounded, everyone jumped off the road and hid in the fields, and the Japanese plane came.

Not far from me, there is a couple with a woman with a big belly, a man carrying a load, one end with a bedding possession, and the other end with a child under two years old.

Japanese planes have already started diving from high altitude. Judging from my experience, they will throw bombs first and then fire with machine guns. But the couple obviously have no experience in facing enemy planes. They are still trying hard to trek in the fields, hoping to get off the road a little, thinking that it is safer.

I tried my best to call them and let them lie down. When they heard it, they stopped, but it was already a little late. The bomb of the Japanese plane was dropped and landed fifty meters away. The terrible wave of air directly lifted the couple away.

The Japanese plane that dropped the bomb flew forward and was temporarily safe. I ran over and my husband died on the spot. At the moment the bomb exploded, he should have blocked his wife, while the pregnant woman subconsciously hugged the child in the basket.

The pregnant woman still breathed a sigh of relief. I desperately called her, "She can't die. If she dies, she will have one corpse and two lives. No, she will have one corpse and three lives. There is also a child less than two years old. He is still alive, and he is crying and asking for his mother.

But she was still dead after all. Before she died, her eyes were staring at me. I knew what she meant. She was begging me not to save her. She wanted me to take her children away and don't leave him behind.

She is not me, but when I saw her pleading eyes, I cried, and I really cried loudly. Even my comrades in one of my squads were all killed in battle, and I was alone on the way back, and I never cried like that.

Because my home is in North China and the Japanese are already there. Will my mother, wife and sisters be killed by the Japanese devils like this woman? Is anyone saving my son?

I don’t know that at that time I was just a big soldier, and I could only use tears to vent my worries and sadness. Until an officer whipped me hard with a horse whip and told me that war did not believe in tears, and was a man, so he stood up and fought back to North China.

He was right. I carried a two-year-old child on my back and with a few fellow villagers, along the road full of deaths, heading south and north until I met our team. I never thought about what would happen in the future. I only had one thought, I would guard my hometown and my parents, wife and children.

Look, what a great day now!"

The veteran closed his eyes, and although his face was covered with tears, he finally smiled with satisfaction.

Tang Dao knew that because his wish came true, he not only guarded his parents, wife and children, but also his hometown and the entire country.

However, those griefs are still a hurdle in his heart, a hurdle that is difficult to overcome.

When we come to this time and space, many things may be forgotten, but Tang Dao is hard to forget the veteran's tears. Tears stay in this era and smiles for tomorrow.

Perhaps, if the little butterfly can come here, there will be cause and effect in the dark.

As the future army and the present army, Tang Dao knew that he might not be able to stop the entire tragedy, but he could also make the Japanese army feel heartbroken. Last time he was in Sihang Warehouse, Songjiang is also a good choice now.

This is the real reason why Tang Dao must follow the 43rd Army to head south to Songjiang.

The military orders were soon dropped. As the vanguard of the entire army, the Sixing Battalion and the two infantry companies led by Lao Wang immediately went to Songjiang.

The Sixing Battalion was originally in a state of combat. It carried one head on both shoulders and had a gun on its back, and there was nothing to deal with. Most of the heavy weapons were sent to the 26th Division, but several trucks were empty.

The vacant trucks were naturally requisitioned by Lao Wang. There were about 200 people, filled with five trucks, and 98 people from the Fourth Army camp, and they were also crowded on three trucks. The other two trucks were naturally equipped with various heavy equipment and ammunition.

As for what to eat, each person carries one and a half pounds of fried rice, which is the standard amount of food for the entire army in three days. The simple one cannot be simpler, but it makes Lao Wang and their subordinates smile.

This is already a good meal, at least it can barely fill your stomach. In the past few days, because there is no supply, the entire 43rd Army has an average of 2 taels of meters a day. One person came to listen to canned Japanese beef, and it was fine until the afternoon.

The five wounded soldiers from the Fourth Battalion remained in the camp with more than 200 wounded soldiers of the 43rd Army, preparing to retreat at any time, but there was less worries.

Although the truck load has increased significantly, fortunately, the Japanese baggage team has spare fuel along with the vehicle. Not to mention running Songjiang, which is only about ten kilometers away from here, it is probably no big problem to run seven or eight back and forth.

That is, I am afraid of the Japanese planes. If I see a convoy dropping a few bombs, with the current crew density, it will almost be destroyed.

Looking at the convoy of crowded trucks with crunching shocks, Tang Daoben was still worried about this problem, but Lao Wang was not worried at all: "Go to Songjiang, you will die early and die late. If you are killed by a Japanese plane, you can only blame your bad luck. Instead of worrying here, it is better to get on the road earlier."

There is no big reason, but it is open-minded enough about life and death.

The convoy set off in the morning sun.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The 43rd Army base is only 11 kilometers away from Songjiang in a straight line. Although the trucks are filled with a group of people and supplies, they are slow.

But at 8 o'clock, not long after the sun jumped out of the horizon, Tang Dao and Lao Wang were already standing side by side in front of the gate of the ancient city of Songjiang.

The Japanese pilots may have missed the opportunity to keep hundreds of Chinese troops on the road because of sleeping in.

The city of Songjiang should have been notified that the city gate was wide open, and a middle-aged man wearing a woolen uniform, wearing long horse boots, wearing glasses and a mustache, and a gentle and elegant middle-aged man came out from afar with a group of people.

Although it is only Songjiang Security Corps and not a regular army, the rank of major general on the seal is not false.

Tang Dao and Lao Wang took the lead in marching salute.

The man replied with an unregular military salute. He first glanced at the hundreds of people jumped out of the convoy with hope, and then looked into the distance. Obviously, he did not see the rolling smoke and dust that followed the group of people.

"Which army are you brothers?" Wang Gongyu, who has introduced his official position by an adjutant, asked with a glance, the inspector of the Third Administrative Region of the Soviet Province, the magistrate of Songjiang County and the commander of the Songjiang Security Corps.

"26th Division of the 43rd Army!"

"Sixing Camp!"

As soon as these two numbers came out, Commissioner Wang was absolutely confused at that moment.

Where did the 43rd Army come from? What is the Sixing Camp?

The 43rd Army belongs to the Sichuan Army, a famous faction in China, which is not famous in the country. However, it is famous for its battle in Dachang Town, but it is limited to the war zone and is not well-known nationwide. Not to mention the Fourth Battalion, it is very awesome to have a title, but it is also an infantry battalion, which makes people feel very sad.

Especially, at the moment when the Japanese army was about to face the brink of the border.

PS: 490,000 words. In order to ensure that the first chapter V is released at 500,000 words, Fengyue will only update one chapter tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Everyone can bear it a little bit. By noon next Tuesday, Fengyue will update the basic chapter 4. If the subscription results and monthly ticket results exceed Fengyue’s expectations, Fengyue will be updated at night. The specific update plan should be mentioned in the listing comments, so I won’t say much here!
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