Thirteen charges!

On October 14th, the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army repelled thirteen Japanese charges.

Corpses littered the fields.

"On September 11th of the year Ding Chou, October 14th of the 26th year of the Republic of China. Thirteen Japanese charges were repulsed. One battalion commander and three company commanders of our regiment were killed, and 290 officers and soldiers were killed.

Four people..."

The exhausted clerk did not forget his duties and recorded the day's battle situation in a small notebook.

In just one day, two hundred and ninety-four brothers were killed.

And those injured brothers had no time to receive treatment.

The Central Army is short of medicines, let alone those other ragtag armies?

More than half of the ammunition was consumed.

There is no way to get refills.

How to fight the next battle?

God knows.

Anyway, the Sichuan Army brothers all know one thing:

As long as there is one living person on the battlefield, we must fight to the death with the Japanese.

From the first day they left Sichuan, they never thought they would be able to return alive.

Meng Shaoyuan sat there, feeling that the last bit of strength in his body had been drained away.

When I took out the cigarette, my hands were trembling.

He had killed people before, but his mood when he killed people today was completely different.

Today I killed four Japanese, two with submachine guns, one with bites, and one with a machete.

How to describe that feeling?

Excited and scared at the same time.

Really scared.

He was not afraid when he was killing people, but now that the Japanese attack had stopped, he actually felt a little scared.

When he hacked the Japanese to death with a machete, the opponent's bayonet was thrust out close to his own body.

Now that I came back to my senses, I discovered that there was a hole in my clothes.

Just a few millimeters more and the bayonet would have penetrated his body.

If Wei Juchuan hadn't saved him several times...

"Brother Meng."

Lin Xianghou sat down next to Meng Shaoyuan.

Meng Shaoyuan took out a cigarette and handed one to him, then lit it for him.

Prime Minister Lin took a few hard puffs and said, "Brother Meng, your mission has been completed. You brought us here and accurately pointed out to us the numbers and firepower configuration of the Japanese attacking troops. You have nothing to do here. Let's go."

Meng Shaoyuan puffed on a cigarette: "Let's go? Where are we going? Where can we go without risking our lives against the Japanese? Commander Lin, the Sichuan Army can fight tooth and nail, and we who are secret agents can also risk our lives."

"It's different, it's different." Lin Xianghou smiled: "We are a miscellaneous army. When we come to Shanghai, we are not prepared to go back alive. You are your confidant, Director Dai. I have heard Commander Yang say it. You can't die, you want to die."

If so, our sin would be great."

"Fart." Meng Shaoyuan cursed fiercely: "I died fighting in the war, what crime do you have?"

"Listen to me, brother Meng." Lin Xianghou pointed to the position: "We were prepared for a hard battle, but we didn't expect it to be so hard. Xiaodongyang's aircraft, artillery and tanks are too powerful. Just today, I

We have lost almost three hundred brothers. Three hundred brothers. When we fought the civil war in Sichuan, we could not die that many in one year.

If we continue like this, tomorrow, or at most the day after tomorrow, we will not be able to defend this place. Before leaving Sichuan, Chief Liu Xiang told us at the swearing-in meeting not to embarrass the Sichuan people, let everyone see that we Sichuan people not only know how to

In a civil war, foreigners will not be soft, and they will die on the battlefield.

None of my 802 regiment, including nine companies, plus a guard company, and nine hundred people, is prepared to go back alive. We have no other choice but to risk our lives to block the Japanese, but you have to live. Why? I am a hundred

When the Wanchuan Army left Sichuan, they were in a sparse place with no supplies or logistics. We needed someone to help us.

During the day, you forced your people to go back to requisition supplies. You were so domineering that I saw it with my own eyes. Perhaps, in the whole of Shanghai, you are the only person who can help our Sichuan Army and speak for us. Please treat me as Prime Minister Lin, please, for the sake of the future

Brothers from the Sichuan Army who are coming up one after another, please live well. Death is too easy, but living is difficult."

Death is too easy, but living is difficult.

Meng Shaoyuan understood the meaning of his words. Even if there were a thousand and ten thousand reasons, he made a decision: "Brother, I promise you, I will live and live well. As long as I am still alive, Sichuan Army Brothers

I will give them whatever they want. If they don’t have it, I will help them get it even if I grab it! But you have to promise me one thing, you can’t drive me away until the last minute!”

"Look, brother, you have already called me brother." Lin Xianghou smiled: "Having a brother like you makes me feel happy. Brother, brother, I have been suffering at home since I was a child, but I finally rose to the rank of captain.

And the guest, I am from Luzhou, Sichuan. After the Anti-Japanese War is won in the future, if you have the opportunity, go to my hometown and tell the guest that I am dead. I died for the country. Let her find a good family to marry.

Leave me a seed."

"Brother, I promise!"

Meng Shaoyuan made the most solemn promise in his life: "No matter what happens in the future, I will take your ashes home, go home... I will tell your guests, tell you the Lin family, tell the people of Luzhou, tell the whole Sichuan,

You, Prime Minister Lin, are an upright hero. The country owes you, and you will live up to it!"

The country owes you, and you will live up to it!

Meng Shaoyuan took a deep breath when he said this: "From now on, your wife will be my sister-in-law. I will be responsible for raising your family. I will only allow you, the Lin family, to take advantage. No one else is allowed to bully your Lin family. If anyone dares to find

The trouble you have with the Lin family is that you are an enemy of me, Meng Shaoyuan, and the entire army, and I will punish you!"

"Thank you, brother!" Lin Xianghou was overjoyed: "Then I can die in peace!"

…

October 15th.

The Japanese attack has become frenzied.

Artillery shells rained down on the Zaozaobang position.

However, as soon as the Japanese army attacked, the 802nd Regiment still used the old method of letting the Japanese troops in and then fighting them hand-to-hand.

Prime Minister Lin personally took command on the front line.

The Sichuan Army brothers relied on their own flesh and blood to withstand the Japanese army's steel torrent.

At 10 a.m., the bad news came:

On the flank of the 802nd Regiment, the Chenjiahang position defended by the 23rd Division of the Central Was Army was lost.

This is equivalent to the 802nd Regiment's flank opening opening.

The Japanese army could follow the Chen family line, cut off the rear of the 802nd Regiment, and cut off reinforcements.

"Peng Zesheng!"

"arrive!"

Prime Minister Lin's face was covered with mud and blood, but his voice was still so loud: "Take your second battalion, I will transfer the guard company and death squad to you, and all the light and heavy firepower will be under your command. While the Japanese army is not yet stable, give me the

Chen Jiaxing takes it back!"

"yes!"

The second battalion commander Peng Zesheng did not hesitate at all: "Anyone with a hard head and a handle on the crotch should follow me!"

What a miracle this is!

If we say that so far, it is a miracle that the 802 regiment's defensive position has not lost an inch, but under such difficult circumstances, the Sichuan army still has to rely on such crude weapons to launch a counterattack and recapture the Chenjiaxing position, then it is not a miracle.

It's descriptive.

…

"Suicide Squad, Broadsword!"

All the machine guns and submachine guns that the 802nd Regiment could use were concentrated for the use of the 2nd Battalion.

Second Battalion Commander Peng Zesheng personally served as the captain of the death squad, holding a light machine gun in his hand. On both sides of him were officers who also held machine guns and acted as pioneers.

All are held by platoon or above officers who are still alive in the second battalion.

Behind him are the death squads carrying the only remaining grenades and holding a machete in their hands.

Just grenades and machetes.

They were not prepared to come back alive.

The Expendables, The Expendables, The Expendables don't die, who will die?

"Brothers, follow me and rush forward. I am dead and you are stepping on my body!" Peng Zesheng said with murderous intent: "You are a brat from the East and you are bullying me! You brats dare to stand in my way!

Road, I'll give him earwax so that he can't tell the difference between east, west and north."

After saying that, he yelled with all his strength:

"Brothers, charge!"

…

At 10:30 a.m. on October 15, 1937, the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army organized a death squad to launch a counterattack against the Chenjiaxing position that had just been lost!

This is a fatal counterattack!

Three hundred death squads, three hundred loyal and brave Sichuan troops, three hundred swords, at that moment, the strongest roar of the Chinese nation broke out:

Fight to the death - fight back!

Machine guns roared.

The machine gun team, composed entirely of officers, poured all the bullets into the Japanese positions!

Meng Shaoyuan could see clearly in the telescope:

A Sichuan Army officer fell, and someone else quickly rushed up behind him and picked up his machine gun:

Shoot! Shoot! Keep shooting!

He saw Peng Zesheng stagger, but then straightened up and continued to pull the trigger!

He saw the death squads falling down one after another, but no one stopped.

Magnificent, Group 802!

Brilliant, Sichuan Army!

Magnificent, China!

Rush forward, the brothers of the Sichuan Army rush forward!

A sharp sword!

That was the cry of the whole nation:

We will never be slaves!

…

Peng Zesheng, commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 802nd Regiment of the 20th Army of the Sichuan Army.

On October 15, 1937, he led 300 death squads to launch a counterattack against the Chenjiahang position.

At 11:25, Chen Jiaxing's position was lost and recovered.

In this battle, Peng Zesheng was killed, and 208 death squads were killed.

All survivors were injured.

When the body of Battalion Commander Peng Zesheng was found, there were a total of seven bullet holes and four stab wounds on his body...

…

"Chief Meng, Chief Meng, food, food is here!"

Chen Houman brought more than a dozen people with him, each of them carrying large and small bags. As soon as he saw Meng Shaoyuan, he immediately shouted excitedly: "Eat, I brought the food!"

Meng Shaoyuan didn't say a word.

"food……"

As soon as Chen Houman finished speaking, he suddenly looked around in a daze and said, "Why...why are there so few people left? Where are the people? Where have all the people gone?"

Among the three battalion commanders, Wei Juchuan, who is still alive, took a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite. While eating, he couldn't help but shed tears.

"I've brought food. There's lots of food."

Chen Houman sat down on the ground, with tears streaming down his face, and burst into tears: "Brothers, wake up, come and eat. I brought food. I really brought food!"

(The dialogue between Lin Xianghou and Meng Shaoyuan was a scene that was temporarily modified and added. There is an amazing coincidence here. Originally, according to the outline and details, these two days were the scenes where Sichuan Army forward Lin Xianghou’s department played, including the foreshadowing of the previous few days.

You can see it all. And just the day before yesterday, I saw a piece of news. A man named He from Chengdu called the Gusu Evening News, hoping to help find the buried remains of his great-uncle who sacrificed his life for the country in the Anti-Japanese War.

Chu. Mr. He’s uncle is called Lin Xianghou.

82 years have passed, and the descendants of the former hero still don’t know where he is buried. According to Xiang Wenbin, the leader of the 804th Regiment of the 20th Army of the Sichuan Army, Prime Minister Lin was seriously injured at that time and was evacuated to a field hospital near Huqiu Mountain in Suzhou.

After being rescued, he later died of his injuries and died for his country. His comrades also set up a monument for him. However, there are also theories that Lin Xianghou died for his country on the spot. In short, no matter which theory, Lin Xianghou's burial place has never been found. Including the Suzhou collection of books.

"Heroes Tomb".

By coincidence, it happened that Spider happened to write about Lin Xianghou, so I thought, I don’t know where Lin Xianghou’s burial place is, but at least in the book, I can let his spirit return to his hometown. After all, the traditional concepts of most Chinese people
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