Chapter 49 The military song loudly shook the valley
Victory in the battle will still come at a huge price, which has a huge relationship with themselves. After all, they are not well-trained and well-coordinated volunteer soldiers. They are just a group of peasants, veterans who have been soldiers for several years and escaped from the battlefield.
My son, his life-saving ability is excellent, but his fighting ability is not good.
There was no cooperation between them. Even with the piecemeal noodle that had been tried at the airport, facing the Japanese army that was less than twice its own, the Sichuan Army still won the victory at a high price. Xia Yuan did not blame them.
Facing the well-trained Japanese army, how much combat effectiveness can a group of veterans who are in command and control can exert, and how much cooperation can they achieve?
Being able to complete the annihilation of the Japanese army is already very good.
The largest and most brutal Sino-Japanese war at that time was the Battle of Songhu. The Japanese army invested nine divisions with a total of 250,000 troops, while the Chinese army invested 73 divisions with more than 700,000 troops.
After the battle, the Japanese army suffered 90,000 casualties and the Chinese army suffered 250,000 casualties. The gap in equipment and the quality of individual soldiers was really huge.
As for subsequent wars, whether it is a blocking war or a war of annihilation, a battle loss ratio of four to one is already a great victory.
Like this group of defeated troops of the Sichuan Army, it is difficult for a group of more than 700 defeated troops to form a very strong combat effectiveness, but they only need to have a spirit of fearlessness and fear of death. I believe it will be nothing to withstand the attack of a large Japanese army.
The problem depends on the Japanese reinforcements and the extent of the Japanese attack on Nantianmen.
Xia Yuan was wiping his gun, while Doubi and Yangdanzi were sitting nearby. They were sorting out the ammunition on Xia Yuan. Xia Yuan carried a lot of ammunition, especially the 38-type bullets, which contained more than 300 rounds.
Xia Yuan collected several bullet bags and a dozen grenades and tied them around his waist. In addition, Xia Yuan collected most of the grenades and bullets in the entire Sichuan Army and distributed them to the soldiers on the first line of defense. Among them, there were
Ban Xia was transferred away from the expedition and placed inside the trenches around him.
"You go and unscrew the grenade caps in other locations, then come over and wait."
The two of them nodded, ducked and left.
From a distance, I heard the Japanese artillery shells falling in the woods, and the roar came out. The soldiers broke up in twos and threes, running in a panic, unable to even stand, their guns were gone, and their shoes were gone.
Looking at the broken soldiers stationed on the first line of defense, I was stunned for a moment. I just glanced at it. It seemed that this group of broken soldiers staying to stop the Japanese army had nothing to do with them.
They rushed to the mountain and ran down the mountain without taking a breath. They ran to the ferry and looked at the garrison on the other side of the Nu River. They shouted in surprise. Then the garrison on the other side ignored them and fired the muzzles of the heavy machine guns at them.
Aiming at them on the other side of the Nu River, the cold muzzles of the guns made them feel a bit chilly.
They had nothing to prove their identity. Japanese soldiers had sneaked into the Chinese army before, so soldiers who did not prove their identity were treated as non-existent people. Just like the Sichuan Army, the defeated soldiers finally swam past.
They were held at gunpoint by the garrison on the other side, and the cold muzzles added to the chill in their hearts.
In Myanmar, they were chased by the Japanese army and defeated. But when they arrived in their own country, they were held at gunpoint by their own people.
"It's over, they want proof of identity!" Meng Fanle stood on the ridge and looked through the binoculars. He missed Zenda and his hometown. He wanted to cross the river more than once, but he knew that he would not be able to cross the river by himself.
If Jiang is defeated, he becomes a deserter, which is different from a defeated army. A deserter is more infuriating than a defeated army.
Meng Fangli looked at Long Wenwen's side face, and Long Wenwen said: "How can it be over so easily? You get annoyed easily, and then it's over?"
Meng Fangliao said: "None of us has anything to prove our identity, except for a pair of Chinese underpants? Oh, by the way, there is also an honor strip."
They had something to prove their identity, but the defeated soldiers on the other side did not. They could not argue. The comrades around them who could prove their identities had long been killed by the Japanese. Their troops were also dispersed by the Japanese. Even they themselves
They didn't know where the troops were. They explained anxiously, but they had to be driven back by their own people.
"This is so chilling. I escaped from the hands of the Japanese with a narrow escape and tried every possible means to cross the man-eating Nu River, but I still had to be tortured by my own people."
Meng Fanlian continued to observe with the telescope, still mumbling incessantly.
"Can you stop talking for a while? The Japanese army is coming soon." Long Wenwen looked at Meng Fan and said, "Save some energy and prepare to pass the order. The opportunity will come when I need you."
"Show me, show me." Milong was still concerned about his wife. He snatched the telescope from Meng Fangliao's hand and looked across the river. He saw his newly found wife and his wife in a fatter body.
With the help of the defeated soldiers, he safely set foot on the land on the other side of the river, but was soon stopped by the soldiers guarding the river bank.
No one proved their identity.
Mi Long said anxiously: "Take off your pants and show them your Chinese underwear."
The Japanese hadn't come yet, but the sound of artillery was already approaching, and the Japanese army was not far away from them. Milong was a little jumpy. He cursed the defenders on the other side, and was worried about his wife and children, but
Still, the defenders on the other side did not make trouble for refugees such as women and children. They focused on the adult men or the defeated troops.
Among the defeated soldiers, there were those who were determined to rush over. After receiving a shot from the opponent's rifle butt, they became more honest and did not confront them again. The smarter one among them took off his pants and let others see his Chinese underwear.
Meng Fanxiao squinted his eyes and watched the retreating troops on the other side of the river from a distance: "They finally figured it out."
The guns of the bridge defenders that the defeated soldiers were watching moved away a little, but the guns were not lowered. They looked at the defeated soldiers on the other side of the river, and continued to embarrass those defeated soldiers who had crossed the Nu River, and now escaped.
There was not just one person who had his trousers inspected, but a group of people who crossed the river.
Bu La walked past Meng Fanglia with a sarcastic remark: "Yes, the master guarding the bridge now thinks they are Japanese soldiers with their underwear taken off."
Ayi said: "We should help them."
Meng Fan said: "How can we help? We are so far apart and we can't even guarantee our own lives."
Ayi's eyes lit up and he said: "Let's sing, sing."
"What the hell?" Milong put down the binoculars and looked at Ayi.
Ayi was obviously a little afraid of the dragon and said: "Sing."
Meng Fanxia immediately realized that this kid had finally come up with a solution and asked: "What song should I sing?"
For an officer who had only studied politics and religion but never military affairs, Meng Fanlai asked Ayi a question that was right in his mind. He said with some excitement and even excitement: "Sing this, sing this."
Ayi ran away from Meng Fanglia, jumped on a stone, and waved vigorously to attract everyone's attention. The defeated soldiers on the ridge did indeed see Ayi, and laughed at his funny posture, and also
Indeed, his move attracted the attention of many people.
"I am Battalion Commander Lin! Everyone, come together and sing with me! I don't see you, the Han army is over, and the weak crowned prisoners, please take a long tassel...!"
After the defeated soldiers were stunned for a short time, they began to howl. The whole team stood on the ridge and shouted to the other side:
"If you don't see me, the army of the Han Dynasty will be over. The weak-headed prisoners will be waiting for long tassels. If you don't see me, the troops will be far away, and the light cavalry from Jueyu will urge them to fight."
"A man should do a dangerous job, why should he let a scholar's crown ruin his life?"
"The situation is that the country is in danger as if there are too many eggs, and the feathers are racing without stopping!"
"Abandon my pen of old, but keep my composure in times of war."
"More than 100,000 comrades can be called upon to sing war songs and join the army together."
"Qi joins the army, cleanses the dust, and vows to sweep away the Japanese slaves regardless of his own safety!"
"I can't bear to miss my family, and I can generously show my heart to serve the country..."
The singing wafted out from the Nantianmen Ridge and reached the forward positions. Xia Yuan raised his head and listened to the singing, feeling inexplicable.
The defeated soldiers on the position also raised their heads one after another. They listened to the familiar singing, and felt sad in their hearts. They silently chanted and sang softly along with the singing coming from the ridge. Their voices gradually increased from silent to louder.
The voice gradually became more passionate.
This song is the "Military Song of the Chinese Expeditionary Force". It was sung by every soldier of the Expeditionary Force in unison when they went abroad to fight. At that time, they were high-spirited and vowed to drive away the Japanese devils and rescue their allies.
It is a pity that they suffered a defeat in Burma, and the 100,000-strong army was defeated. None of the defeated soldiers was angry or unwilling.
They roared, exploding all their emotions in this song, with reluctance in their voices, which was the reluctance for the war in Burma. Their equipment was not much worse than the Japanese army, and their numbers were much higher than the Japanese army.
Their fighting will and fighting performance were far more heroic than that of the Japanese army. Were they inferior? They were not inferior at all, but they still lost miserably. Their comrades died, the team was separated, and their guns were lost.
This is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that many of them died not at the hands of the Japanese army, but on the way to escape. Not being able to die on the battlefield was their biggest regret before leaving. For the soldiers
It is said that the honor of dying on the battlefield is higher than that of dying on the way to escape. Dying on the way to escape is the most humiliating thing.
They expressed this frustration and unwillingness through singing, and their songs floated.
Meng Fan looked at Ah Yi. This feeling was really uncomfortable. The guy was tapping the beat in a crazy state, with tears and snot falling down one by one. His eyes were red and tears were running down his face.
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"Why are you crying? What is there to cry about?"
Meng Fanxiao wiped her tears and said:
"What the hell am I crying for? A man should be in a dangerous career, why should he let a Confucian scholar miss this life? In order to be the final soldier of the Han Dynasty," I became the vulgar Qiu Ba, and Ban Dingyuan became farther and farther away.
The water dragon and the butt of the gun are the ones who walked violently against my classmates, but Ayi, you are crying, why are you crying?"
Their songs were mixed with cries, and many of the defeated soldiers sang and cried. The resentment in their hearts was vented at this moment. The singing finally stopped, but the crying of the defeated soldiers continued, and they remained stunned.
Looking across the Nu River, that is their motherland, that is their home.
Sangmenxing was singing again, "Battlefield Walk" by General Dai Anlan. It was not as exaggerated as Ah Yi, but when he hummed it, it also caused a crowd of soldiers to sing along. Meng Fanlai listened to the uneducated lyrics for a while,
After the excitement passed, the defeated soldiers dragged out the lyrics with a heavy voice. General Dai Anlan was the soul of the 200 Division. Not dying in battle was the pain in General Dai Anlan's heart.
The flies on the Savage Mountain carry various diseases, especially the rampant leeches. Once a person lies on the ground on the Savage Mountain, he can turn into a pile of bones in just one day. This is not alarmist, but a fact.
The team in front has just passed by, and the team behind is walking along the front team. There are corpses left by the team in front. The corpses have rotted, and there is a layer of squirming leeches crawling on them. Mosquitoes and flies will lay their eggs.
On the human body, attached under the skin, once a person dies, they will quickly overrun, until they and the leeches suck the person into a pile of bones. Many people in the army were infected with various diseases, and in the end they were not able to get out of the Savage Mountain.
He fell on the road.
The brutality of the expeditionary force made everyone feel frightened and angry. After this battle, Shangfeng didn't have the slightest intention to fight.
Meng Fan listened to Sangmen Xing's loud voice. For some reason, he seemed to understand why Xia Yuan stayed at the Nantianmen. Behind him was Chanda. The movements on the Nantianmen could be seen clearly from the other side of the Nu River.
Chu, their battle on Nantianmen will be clearly seen by people on the other side of the river.
Meng Fanlie stood on the top of Nantianmen, looking at the defeated troops who had successfully crossed the river, and said: "Singing military songs is indeed more useful than taking off your pants and showing them Chinese underwear. The little Japanese devils probably would never have thought of it in their dreams.
We would sing military songs to identify spies."
A cannonball came rapidly from the sky and suddenly landed on the Nantianmen. With a roar, the originally peaceful retreat instantly exploded.
"The Japanese army is coming, the Japanese army is coming!"
"The Japs are coming!"
"I'll fight them!"
There were shouts of defeated soldiers everywhere, and Meng Fanlie and others quickly returned to their fighting positions. They were on the third line of defense, and the third line of defense was still being reinforced, especially the placement of firepower points, which was particularly important.
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The Japanese artillery shells fell on the Nantianmen, awakening them. They quickly ran down the mountain and quickly returned to the third line of defense, seizing the time to build the third line of defense.
At this moment, the soldiers on the first line of defense have entered a fighting state.
A sharp chant came from the jungle in the distance. It was the leading scout who had discovered the figure of the Japanese scout and was delivering a message to the rear.
"Enter the fighting position, enter the fighting position, and obey my orders to shoot, otherwise no one is allowed to shoot!"
Xia Yuan quickly shouted, asking Doubiang to pass on the commands one by one.