Chapter 67 In the next life, I will still be your leader
Chapter 67 In the next life, I will still be your leader
January 8, the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China (1938).
It was the darkest time before dawn. In the main tunnel of the main position of the Baoshan Regiment, more than 900 surviving officers and soldiers of the entire regiment had gathered here. Yue Weihan was giving them his final farewell speech. At this point in the battle, Baoshan
The regiment has run out of ammunition and food, and now the only thing the officers and soldiers of the regiment can do is to hold bayonets and die with the Japanese.
To Yue Weihan's relief, the headquarters called last night. Most of the refugees in Nanjing have been transferred. The Nanjing Massacre, the eternal shame of the Chinese nation, can no longer happen again, and it will never happen again! That's it,
It was worth the death of Yue Weihan, and it was worth the death of all the officers and soldiers of the Baoshan Regiment.
Yue Weihan walked slowly in front of the ranks of officers and soldiers with heavy and firm steps, speaking as he walked, his tone was dignified yet heroic, low but yet unassuming: "Brothers, there is something I have wanted to tell you for a long time.
You have said it, but all this time, we have been either exhausted or busy fighting, and we have never had the chance to tell you."
All the officers and soldiers pricked up their ears, fearing that they would miss a word. What they wanted to hear most was the regimental leader's pre-battle speech.
Yue Weihan, who had already reached the front of the queue, suddenly stopped and said with an indifferent expression: "Today is probably the last day we stay in this world, and it is also probably the last time we fight side by side! If I don't take this opportunity now,
If you say it, you may not be able to say it later, and you may never have the chance to listen..."
Everyone knows what Yue Weihan means by these words, but the expressions on the faces of all the officers and soldiers are surprisingly calm and calm. At this moment, they are really fearless!
With the leader leading them, they have nothing to fear even if they really die!
In fact, all soldiers are like this. If you are asked to die alone, you may not be willing, let alone have the courage. But if a large group is together and there are officers accompanying you, no one will have too many ideas.
"So, I have to say this, and I'll say it now!" Yue Weihan took a deep breath and said emotionally: "You are all good soldiers, the best soldiers I have ever seen in my life! You are worthy of being a hero.
The title! It is the greatest honor of my life to be able to lead you to fight and to lead you to death!"
"Serve the wine!" Yue Weihan said and waved his hand heavily, and soldiers had already filled his bowl with wine.
The last few large jars of fine wine were brought out, and soon the wine bowls of all the officers and soldiers were filled.
Yue Weihan drank the wine in one gulp, then threw the bowl heavily on the ground, wiped his mouth again, and said with all his might, "Brothers, see you in the next life! In the next life... I will still be your leader!"
All the officers and soldiers drank the wine in one gulp, threw the wine bowls on the ground, and responded loudly: "Team leader, see you in the next life, we will still be your soldiers in the next life!"
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Pukou Town, Town Office Square.
Zhao Xinyi, the reporting war correspondent, was holding a loudspeaker and was shouting loudly: "The young and old men of Pukou Town, the brothers of the security regiment, and the heroes of every village and village, the Baoshan regiment has been fighting bloody battles with the Japanese invaders in Jiangpu for more than half a century.
It’s been a month, and the regiment’s more than 3,000 officers and soldiers have been beaten down to less than 800 people!”
"Now, they have run out of ammunition and food, and they can only fight the Japanese with bayonets!"
"It is only natural and right to be a soldier, get paid and eat, and fight for the country, but folks, you must have a conscience!"
"What are these soldiers fighting for, and who are they fighting for? They are not fighting for promotion and wealth, let alone themselves. They are fighting to save the 700,000 refugees in Nanjing!"
"It is indeed natural for soldiers to fight and protect the people. However, ask yourself, should we do something for those soldiers? We cannot let them fight alone, let alone a few hundred of them to fight against the Japanese.
Thousands of people are trying their best! This is both chilling and unfair!"
"Folks, Jiangpu is in crisis, Nanjing is in crisis, and the country is in crisis!"
"The Chinese nation has reached its most dangerous moment. We cannot sit still and wait for death!"
"Folks, we have to help them, we have to help those soldiers fight the Japanese!"
The men gathered in the square immediately began to make noises. The folk customs in eastern Anhui have been fierce since ancient times, and they have never been sexual.
Zhao Xinyi took a deep breath, clenched her pink fists suddenly, and said in a high-pitched tone: "I think of our vast China, which has never lacked hot-blooded men. How can we allow little Japanese invaders to run rampant in our land of China?"
Zhou Bowen lost no time and shouted: "Folks, fight with the little devil!"
Zhao Xinyi looked back with a bright smile, then turned around and strode away in the direction of Jiangpu. The old mayor, who was over sixty years old, pulled out a ghost-headed machete from somewhere. He raised the ghost-headed machete high and led the people gathered in the square forward.
Thousands of young and old men suddenly surged up like a flood that had burst a dike.
Moreover, along the way, militia groups from various villages and villages kept coming one after another to join the torrent.
By the time this team reached Jiangpu Town, the number of people had rapidly increased from four to five thousand to nearly 20,000.
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Ten miles north of Pukou Town, on the main road.
More than a thousand bandits were marching south along the highway. Riding at the front on a tall horse was Ma Shikui, who had been in the woods that day when Yue Weihan gave him a machine gun. Following him were Ma Shikui's two sworn brothers.
, Ma Zhankui and Ma Shengkui, and a dozen bandit leaders next to them.
So many bandits were acting arrogantly on the highway, but they scared the wealthy landlords on both sides half to death.
But today, these bandits seemed to have changed their habits, and they seemed to have no intention of robbing homes.
In fact, Ma Shikui and the others did not come out to rob homes. They came to the rivers and lakes to provide emergency relief. People in the rivers and lakes value the word righteousness. Captain Yue Weihan not only presented a machine gun, but also gave great benefits.
The brothers from Heifeng Village picked up a lot of good guys for free in Yangzhou. This kindness must be repaid!
In order to repay this kindness, Ma Shikui even spread hero posts and gathered more than a dozen powerful people!
Of course, Ma Shikui also hoped that through this operation, he would establish his status as the leader of the Green Forest Alliance in Southeast Anhui. Fighting the Japanese and supporting the national army was certainly a business matter, but it was also an urgent matter to expand the territory and develop the team.
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Pukou Town, where the security team is stationed.
More than 2,000 motley crew members of the security group were urgently gathering. Liu Fengsheng, the leader of the security group who was born in the Northeast Army, had a sinking face and stood motionless in front of the queue like a stone sculpture.
"Brother, no, something happened!" The deputy of the security group suddenly ran over in a panic and shouted, "Many bandits are coming along the road to Pukou."
"Ignore them." Liu Fengsheng said coldly, "They are not here to rob us this time."
"Uh, you're not here to rob?" The deputy was shocked when he heard this, and then asked, "Then why are they here?"
Liu Fengsheng ignored the regiment deputy and ordered coldly: "Every battalion has them, target Jiangpu Town, run...walk!"
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More than ten miles west of Pukou Town, on a country road.
A team of about four to five hundred people in ragged clothes was marching forward. This team was extremely vigilant. Not only was the marching column spread out, but it was also clearly hierarchical. Guard posts on both wings and leading soldiers in the front were also spread out.
It was several miles away, but the leader was a tall, muscular man in his twenties.
As the team was marching, a child who looked to be in his teens suddenly ran over as fast as he could.
"Brother Leopard, Brother Leopard!" the child shouted while running, "the party representative has sent a message."
The tall and muscular man waved his hand, and the following team immediately stopped and quickly dispersed in all directions. Not to mention, although the armed equipment of this group was not very good, their awareness of vigilance was quite strong.
The tall and muscular man then faced the child and said, "Maohou, does the party represent others?"
The child said: "The party representative has already contacted the comrades of the underground party in southern Anhui. He will rush over soon. He also asked me to come back and tell you that we should rush to Jiangpu Town immediately to support the national army in the war of resistance!"
"What are you talking about?" the tall, strong man said in a bad tone, "The party representative asked us to help the Kuomintang reactionaries?"
"Yes." The child nodded seriously and said, "That's what the party representative said, and he said it was an instruction from a superior."
"Or is it an instruction from a superior?" The tall, strong man frowned and thought for a long time, and finally said helplessly, "Okay, let's go to Jiangpu, but we are not going to help the Kuomintang reactionaries, we are going to fight the Japanese!"
"Yes, the Kuomintang reactionaries don't have any good ones." The little boy nodded seriously, and there seemed to be a hint of hatred in his clear eyes, "We are just going to fight the Japanese, not help them."
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Jiangpu Town, open-air primary school.
The old gentleman, who was over sixty years old, rang the bell for class again. Soon, the only student came to the old pine tree carrying a bench and a book box, and then put the bench straightly on the ground.
After sitting down, the old gentleman took out his pointer and knocked on the stone platform as usual, saying: "Students, please turn to page 68 of the textbook. Today we will talk about, I am Chinese..."
From beginning to end, the teacher and student ignored the large group of Japanese soldiers standing next to them.
The person standing next to the teacher and student was none other than Major General Noboru Kunisaki and his bodyguards!
Today, in addition to the guards directly under the headquarters and the sentries responsible for peripheral security, all the infantry brigades of the Kunisaki detachment will participate in the final attack. The Baoshan regiment has run out of ammunition and food and is about to fall! Because the victory is in hand, Kunisaki Noboru even has the leisure to relax.
I was wandering around in Jiangpu Town, and when I turned to the open-air primary school, I couldn't help but stop.
As a confidant of Seishiro Sakagaki, Noboru Kunizaki's tactical thoughts and political opinions were also deeply influenced by Seishiro Sakagaki. They all believed that to conquer China, it was not enough to conquer China by force alone, but also had to start with culture, and finally
The first thing is to let Chinese schools use Japanese teaching so that future generations of Chinese people will never forget Chinese characters!
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At six o'clock sharp, the Japanese army started shelling on time.
More than twenty Type 92 infantry guns blasted the main position of the Baoshan Regiment until it was filled with smoke and dust.
Although the mountain artillery unit of the Kunisaki Detachment has been killed, the 92nd Infantry Artillery Squadron of the infantry brigade to which it belongs is intact. However, the caliber of the 92nd Infantry Artillery is only 70mm. In terms of range and lethality, it is inferior to the 105 Mountain Artillery.
That's not on the same level at all, and the threat to the Baoshan Regiment is quite limited.
As soon as the artillery fire stopped, about three Japanese infantry squadrons launched the first wave of tentative attacks.
Kunizaki Noboru has decided to launch a general attack today, but it is still necessary to send out a few squadrons to test first.
At the main position of the Baoshan Regiment, seeing that the Japanese soldiers were approaching within thirty meters, the light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers of the small Japanese rear formation had become decorations. Yue Weihan then raised his blade and led more than 900 officers and soldiers out of the trench.
, let me say, the thing that Yue Weihan is most comfortable with is the little devil's Sanba stabbing, but at this moment, his right shoulder has just been operated on, and he can't use force at all, so he has to borrow Li Yulong's large knife.