On the morning of March 18, the two infantry battalions and the artillery battalion of the Sixth Regiment, which had been repairing at the 683 brigade station overnight, followed Gong Shaoxun back to the "Dakouzidong" station, which had begun to take shape.
Tang Dao, on the other hand, stayed at the 683 brigade station with his guard company and part of the special squadron.
Not only because the upright Brigadier Cheng needed Tang Dao to personally sign to receive the share of the spoils won by the Si Xing Regiment in the battle between Beiganling and Lucheng, but also because the 921 Division Headquarters sent a telegram, and the two major division headquarters
The chief officer, division guard battalion, and division supply battalion have already embarked on their way to the 683rd Brigade.
Moreover, the two chief officials asked to see Tang Dao by name, and also said that they wanted to treat Tang Dao to a celebratory drink.
In Tang Dao's heart, these two were not just superior officers, they were outstanding figures who had written richly in Chinese history. They had personally spoken, and Tang Dao would naturally not leave.
However, Tang Dao couldn't help but be impatient after all. He didn't want to miss the celebration banquet of the 683rd Brigade, but he didn't want to miss the one belonging to his Four Elements Group even more.
But it’s not a celebration party!
However, the annihilation of thousands of Japanese invaders was very exciting for the Four Troops, but it was not enough to be ecstatic.
What Tang Dao didn’t want to miss was the burial ceremony of the fallen officers and soldiers of the Four Elements Regiment!
Knowing that the war would be extremely long, Tang Dao, who arrived at the 'Dakouzidong' station, first decided on the address of the arsenal. The second was to ride on horseback and lead the regiment's chief officers to find another suitable location.
The requirements for the location are quite strict. The mountains behind it should be big and lush, and they should face north and south. It is best to have two mountains on the left and right, and it should not be too far from important locations such as the regiment headquarters.
If Tang Tuanzuo hadn't mentioned the purpose later, several chief officials would have thought that Tang Tuanzuo was going to build a holiday villa like some senior officials they had met.
What Tang Dao is looking for is the Martyrs Cemetery!
In the future, all the four regiments, and even the rest of the Chinese army, no matter what faction they are, as long as they died for the national war, will be eligible to be buried in this martyrs cemetery!
This is not just a matter of Tang Dao trying to boost the morale of the Four Elements Regiment. Even if he sacrifices himself, he will leave you a place in the beautiful mountains of China for future generations to pay homage to. Rather, the little butterfly from the future will be in the future world.
I have seen too many stories of 'sending veterans home'.
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An isolated tomb is guarded by local villagers. No one knows the names of the people in the tomb. They only know that there was a fierce battle with the Japanese army here, and several officers and soldiers died here. Due to the fierce fighting, they had to be hastily buried here. The villagers expressed their gratitude to their guardians.
Thanks to the kindness of the country, he has taken the initiative to repair the tomb and burn incense on paper for decades to pay homage.
It is unknown whether the person in the tomb is resting in peace, but what about his relatives? Seeing people in life and seeing corpses in death has been one of the Chinese people's obsession with life and death since ancient times.
Death is not scary, what is scary is not knowing where to find it!
In the past, transportation was inconvenient and information was underdeveloped. Even if the relatives at home were missed, the news that the parents were dying and had no children would be unbearable. It was a long-lasting disaster for every family. Every time I thought about it, my heart felt like needles.
pain.
Later, when we entered the information society, many people began to post for help. Some wanted to find their own relatives, and some wanted to help fallen soldiers in lonely graves find their relatives. The stories that were reported on TV and newspapers all had happy and touching endings.
But as a soldier, Tang Dao knew that behind this perfect and touching scene, there were actually more scars that had not been healed.
Of course, Tang Dao would not blame anyone. He knew that it was because of the limitations of that era and the harsh and crude conditions at that time. There might be some officers and soldiers, but not many.
Moreover, one defeat after another has made the major commanders focus on 'Can we survive tomorrow?', 'Can we really win this defense battle?', 'My
What will the soldiers eat tomorrow?" On such a life-and-death issue, who can spare the effort to heal the inner sorrows of the living?
Therefore, Tang Dao should avoid this mistake, at least the relatives of the officers and soldiers under his command should not have this regret.
Tang Dao used his best efforts to complete the files of all officers and soldiers, including young men recruited temporarily, and also kept backups. Each officer and soldier had his battalion and company's establishment and name sewn into the lining of his military uniform. If an officer or soldier died in battle,
His home address can be found based on his information, and when the battlefield situation stabilizes, news of his sacrifice, merit medals, pensions, etc. will be mailed back to his hometown!
In addition, there is this mountainous martyrs cemetery covering dozens of acres of land.
All officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment who died in the battle, no matter where the battle occurred, must bring their remains back with permission and bury them here. If it is really difficult to do, then cremate them on the spot and bury their ashes in the Martyrs Cemetery!
Tang Dao even thought that one day he could go to Songhu, Songjiang, Guangde, and Zhengzhou to move the remains of the soldiers who died in those battlefields in the Four Lines Regiment.
Not just to commemorate them, to let them rest in peace, but to allow their relatives and family members to have a definite place to hold them in their arms, without having to suffer for decades in hesitation and desperate waiting!
Tang Dao will never forget a real video he saw when he first entered the border military camp: an old mother in her seventies found the tombstone of her young son who died at the age of twenty in the Martyrs Cemetery. She first slapped the tombstone hard.
He scolded him for his unfilial piety, but in the end he gently hugged the cold stone until the sun set in the west!
The several school officials who were accompanying him all stood upright, but their faces were filled with tears!
"His mother has been saving travel expenses for fifteen years before she can come to the frontier! But she is over seventy now, and this may be her last time." In front of Tang Dao, who has just joined the recruit company, is the political commissar of the recruit regiment, who is sitting upright.
, although his voice was very soft, Tang Dao could hear it.
"Chief, how did you know?" Someone finally couldn't hold it back and asked softly.
"Because he and I were recruits at the same time. Twenty-six years ago, he and I sat cross-legged side by side on this land just like you." The army colonel, who had lost an arm, turned his head and glanced at the recruits behind him.
, grinned.
Tang Dao could see the tears shining in the eyes of this middle-aged soldier who was already considered a high official.
"For the sake of the motherland, we do not hesitate to live; for the sake of mother, we must live!" This was the first lesson that touched Tang Dao deeply after he entered the recruit company.
Whether it is for the motherland or mother, whether to sacrifice or to live, training hard is the only choice for soldiers.
But as a soldier, Tang Dao knows that on the battlefield, life and death are no longer within his control! As a soldier, he cannot decide his own life or death, and he cannot decide not to let his mother shed tears, but as a commander
, Tang Dao can at least let the mother hug her son, even if it is a cold tombstone!
Tang Dao had made an agreement with Gong Shaoxun and the two infantry battalion commanders last night that he would rush back to the station in three days at the latest and personally preside over the burial of the martyrs.
If Tang Dao's memory is correct, because the Japanese offensive was strong at this time, the 921 Division had not yet established a large coherent base area, and the 921 Division headquarters had not yet moved to the future extremely famous Jiangjun Ridge and Chishui Village.
If they were hundreds of miles apart, then the two chief officers would have to take thousands of people from the guard camp and the baggage camp, and they would have to pass through the Japanese-occupied areas and travel across mountains and rivers. It would take who knows how many days and nights.
The courtesy Tang Dao received was not low. His residence was arranged next to the small courtyard where Brigadier Cheng lived. The gables of the village houses in Taihang Mountain were very short, only 1.5 meters. With Tang Dao's height of 1.8 meters, as soon as he walked into the courtyard
, you can meet Brigadier Cheng who is constantly busy with military affairs over there.
The air in the morning was very fresh, and the days without fighting were also very leisurely. Tang Dao, who had eaten two white-flour buns and finished a bowl of porridge, was holding a cigarette and feeling a little melancholy. He was sitting by the millstone and a few people were holding materials in front of him.
After the staff officer who had come to report had finished explaining the matter, Brigadier Cheng looked up at Tang Dao, who was standing in the courtyard looking toward the distant mountains. A smile appeared on his face, and he walked over holding a few pieces of paper.
"What's the matter? I, Old Cheng, have not treated you well! What makes you so melancholy, Little Brother Tang? Come on, give me one of the Japanese cigarettes you captured!" Brigadier Cheng did not go around the courtyard gate.
Just leaning against the low gable wall.
Before the two of us were you, Brigadier Cheng, and I, Commander Tang, we shouted, "When the battles in Beiganling and Lucheng are over, hundreds of thousands of kilograms of white flour, rice, and corn will be carried back to the station. Comrade Wang Xiaoqiang will always call Brother Tang whenever we meet."
Forget it, Brigadier Cheng no longer calls him a formal official, but directly calls him "little brother", which is even more affectionate than "old brother".
Obviously, having high emotional intelligence is one thing, but food that can fill the bellies of 20,000 big men is the most important thing.
Yes, the actual strength of the 921st Division has already exceeded 20,000. This is the specific data that Tang Dao only knew last night.
Tang Dao could only be dumbfounded at that time.
If his memory is correct, when the 921 Division crossed the Yellow River eastward in September last year, it only brought three main regiments, division headquarters and other auxiliary troops, leaving one main regiment and brigade headquarters of the 583 Brigade to garrison north of the Yellow River.
The division rushed to the northern battlefield with approximately 9,700 soldiers.
How long has passed since then? It has doubled in size and is still turning corners. This propaganda and mobilization ability is truly unparalleled!
This is also because in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, everyone's attention was focused on large battlefields such as the Battle of Songhu, the Battle of Xuzhou, and even the Battle of Jiangxia, with hundreds of thousands of people at every turn. No one paid much attention to this 'small' unit that would have outstanding achievements in the future.
, and the senior officials of the Eightyth Army are also accustomed to keeping a low profile, and of course they will not take the initiative to tell the outside world how many troops they have. Tang Dao is not particularly clear about this little-known history.
In fact, in this half year alone, the 921 Division has a total of 25,000 troops. The number of troops directly under the division headquarters alone is as high as 2,400. Elites have also been drawn from various ministries to form teaching regiments, independent regiments, new regiments, independent detachments, and eastern divisions.
Enter the column.
If Xiong Yuan refuses to give up and gathers all his troops to fight against the 683rd Brigade, then the 921st Division, which is forced to use all its strength, may really give them a big surprise.
However, by then, I am afraid that the North China Front Army Headquarters will not be meeting to study how to deal with Xiong Yuan, the Japanese Army Lieutenant General who is destined to take the blame, but will be meeting to study how to increase troops to suppress this new and emerging enemy.
25,000 people, almost the strength of an infantry corps. Coupled with another infantry division with similar combat power, the Eightyth Army is fully capable of competing with a fully-organized Japanese army division. This is definitely the commander of the Japanese North China Front.
The Ministry cannot tolerate it.
Of course, this information seemed to be revealed to Tang Dao unintentionally by Brigadier Cheng, but Tang Dao knew that this was actually just an olive branch offered by Brigadier Cheng, or even an instruction from a higher level.
Tang Dao naturally accepted it gladly, and at the same time told Brigadier Cheng that he would go to big cities to purchase precision machine tools and raw materials and vigorously develop arsenals.
This is no longer called reciprocating love, but a clear response to the other side. I am not only a rich man, but also a rich man who is particularly interested in you. Come and seduce me! I can easily fall for it.
If it had been anyone else, Tang Dao would have been so impatient that he might have been slapped to death by the 80th Group Army who was gradually maturing.
But the Tang Dao has told everyone with its extremely hard results that my ideal is to chop off the heads of Japanese soldiers. A few thousand is too little, but tens of thousands are not enough. I am a true Chinese iron-blooded soldier.
Moreover, Tang Dao is from Sichuan and was born in the Sichuan Army. He has little connection with that person. This identity is very important.
Don’t think that the 80th Group Army and the various units of the Sichuan Army will fight to the death during the Great Movement. The guiding ideology of the various departments of the Sichuan Army is very clear. As long as they don’t come to occupy my territory, there’s no telling when we will see each other again!
This is also the tragedy of the principal and elder. Since he ascended to the high position, he has never truly unified all the forces. If the warlords from all provinces work together with him, what else can't be done?
Therefore, the final historical process shows that he is just a passer-by in history, and his lofty ideals finally defeated corruption and darkness.
But no matter what, when Tang Dao knew the strength of the 921st Division, he realized more deeply why the two men rushed here with the division's supplies and supplies. In this kind of war, troop strength is very important.
But it is not an easy task to feed more than 20,000 big men.
I’m afraid most of the title ‘Little Brother Tang’ came from this.
I hope those two people won't call me that. Unlike Brigadier Cheng, who has a very similar personality and is obviously more suitable for being friends, those two are elders. Tang Dao, who knows the future well, would not dare to make mistakes like that.
"Hey! People who are used to fighting are a little uncomfortable when they are suddenly free!" Tang Dao smiled bitterly and took out the cigarette and handed it to this man.
Although he was anxious, he also knew that there was no high-speed rail machine in this mountain. He could just walk around for several days, and the two chief officers of the 921 Division were the backbone of 10,000 to 20,000 elites. If they moved, they would be
Intelligence comes first, security is tight in the areas involved along the way, and the journey is extremely slow, taking several days to complete.
Asking Tang Dao to take the initiative to ask questions is not urging others! If nothing happens, it will change. If something goes wrong, Tang Dao cannot bear the responsibility.
"Okay, you kid, don't give me any chance. Who said we have to fight every day during war? You just want to know when the two leaders will arrive! If you play Melancholy for me, don't you just wait for me to take the initiative to give it to you?
Tell me!" Brigadier Cheng lit the cigarette with the match Tang Dao took the initiative to strike, blew out a puff of green smoke, and glanced at Tang Dao with a half-smile.
"Hehe! Brother, you know me well. I am also the leader of a group! There are a lot of things in the group!" Tang Dao was not embarrassed at all and said with a chuckle.
Anyway, his melancholy eyes were indeed staged, and the only audience was this man who got up early in the morning and was busy.
"Come on, brother Tang, don't be anxious. The two leaders are not as ignorant as you think. Knowing that your Fourth Army Group is busy with affairs, they still let you stay with my minister. When the news reached the 22nd Army, they thought it was
Our department has detained it for you!" Brigadier Cheng gave Tang Dao a reassurance with a smile.
"The division headquarters is only 70 miles away from here. The 108th Division was defeated this time. All external troops have withdrawn to occupy the county. There will be no Japanese troops in the mountainous areas for a short time. Yesterday evening, I sent an infantry battalion to greet them.
The two leaders had already set off at five o'clock in the morning, and they would arrive at sunset at the slowest time.
You can return to where your Four Elements Regiment is stationed by tomorrow at the latest."
"That's good!" Tang Dao smiled broadly and slapped her hard.
"You kid, do you think so little of me?" Brigadier Cheng's face sank deliberately, and he held up the paper with dense writing in his hand. "Aren't you afraid that I will try to trick you and give you less money? I can
You know, you moved more than 6,000 people from Licheng and created thousands more mouths, so it won’t be easy to feed them!”
"Hehe, brother, if you ignore the dignity of being an elder brother and do the first year of junior high school, then don't blame me for doing the fifteenth grade. Because the population needs to be fed, the price of guns and ammunition produced by our Sixings Regiment Arsenal may rise significantly.
!" Tang Dao laughed.
"I almost forgot about this! Sure enough, profiteers can't be offended!" Brigadier Cheng, such a shrewd person, faced Tang Dao's blatant threat, he could only give in with a wry smile and handed the paper in his hand across the gable wall.
Give Tang Dao.
"These are the various trophies that have been tallied up. Take a look and I'll tell you that the entire team will come over in the afternoon, so we can join our department's celebration banquet in the evening!"
"Then this meal cannot be included in the distribution of spoils! We have to agree on this first." Tang Dao grinned happily.
"You kid, no wonder you can make those big shots look at you differently." Brigadier Cheng, who was a little stunned by Tang Dao's joke, smiled and shook his head.
At this time, Tang Dao seemed to be somewhat conflicted. He was very concerned about the meal his subordinates received from the 683rd Brigade, but he seemed not as interested in the obviously large number of loot statistics sheets as Brigadier Cheng had imagined.
But this kind of contradiction of grasping the small and magnifying it made Tang Dao exude a strong personality charm. Whether he was a comrade or a friend, it was extremely comfortable to be with him.
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PS: There were too many classes yesterday. I finished the class in the afternoon and Fengyue participated in the mid-semester teaching inspection. It was already 7 pm when I got home. I was so exhausted that I only wrote 1500 words. Today is another day of classes and I will return at 4:30.
So far, I have finished writing 5,000 words and will update immediately. I would like to say sorry to my book friends. In addition, I would like to share with you Fengyue's new science fiction book "I Can Bury All Things". There are manuscripts for that. I need to recommend the new book issue. Please also ask for books.
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This chapter has been completed!