Hearing the soft footsteps of the beautiful reporter disappearing, Liu Lang stood up and walked out of the tent.
It had been a gloomy day during the day, but the weather was good at night. Although the moon was still a little hairy, the moonlight was soft and bright. Compared with the starry sky and the moonlight like water, it was more like a night.
scenery.
Moreover, it is not only the starlight and moonlight that illuminate the entire night sky. Looking down the mountain from the headquarters located on the mountainside, the mountains and plains are covered with lit torches, like dots of stars.
For a moment, you don’t know which is the sky and which is the earth.
Most of the soldiers had not rested yet, and the military songs and slogans accompanied by the sound of pine waves all proved that they were still working hard to carry supplies.
This situation was like reciting a poem. For no reason, the catchphrase of a later sketch actor suddenly flashed through Liu Lang's mind. However, at this moment, he was not doing it because he was funny, but because he was really passionate.
He won, and he won with tens of thousands of Chinese soldiers here. Not only did he solve the crisis in Shanxi, but he also freed Taiyuan from the danger of being attacked from both sides. The old man from Shanxi could command hundreds of thousands of people to accompany Seishiro Itagaki, the so-called little devil.
The "Steel Army" gives it a fight. If he still can't win, then Liu Lang has no chance.
In the evening, he received a call from Liu Xiang in Hankou, "Be prepared early!" These four words had already made Liu Lang realize that his time in Shanxi was short.
"Snowflake Mountain..." Unfortunately, when Liu Tuanzuo looked at the sky and the stars all over the mountain, and wanted to write an original song passionately, he could only say the place name in vain, no matter how hard he tried,
I can't moan anymore.
He couldn't help but look back with a guilty conscience at Yan Qiguan and four soldiers from the guard platoon standing behind him like javelins.
They all looked intently.
"Are you all laughing?" Lang Pang felt embarrassed for no reason.
In fact, a certain fat fox really didn't eat any meat, and the meat ran away.
"Sir, I'm not smiling." Yan Qiguan strode forward with a strange look on his face.
But looking at his cheeks that kept twitching, it was obvious that the endurance was not an ordinary hardship.
"Hmph! Back then, Cao Zhi wrote a poem in seven steps, but I only took two steps. Listen up, I'll give this poem to you Yan Qiguan." Liu Lang couldn't help feeling jealous, and sneered, "Snowflakes
What's flying on the mountain, piles coming here and there, could it be that the ghosts of the Japanese are here to light fires and fires."
Yan Qiguan......
His face was obviously a little green, and the writing of this poem was not up to par. He was seated in a group.
What you are sending to Miss Liu is: Why do you always have tears in your eyes, but when you come to my place, it turns into a fire? Are the differences between men and women so big?
The remaining soldiers glanced at their platoon leader sympathetically, and looked even more intently. How do you say this poem by the regimental commander? They are not happy to accept it!
Seeing that Yan Qiguan was exhausted, Lang Tuanzu's shame and annoyance were relieved a little, and he laughed and walked down the mountain. Since he couldn't sleep, he went to carry the big bag with the soldiers. He had to make it tomorrow.
In the morning, we moved all the supplies from the station into the mountain. Otherwise, I don’t know how the stimulated Juichi Terauchi would go crazy!
This night is destined to be a busy night for the Chinese officers and soldiers in the Snowflake Mountain area. It is also a sleepless night for the ministers and officials on the eastern Shanxi front line. The powerful Japanese army that has been worried for a month is just gone.
, being taken care of by my own people, I can't sleep a little bit! And for the big bosses in Nanjing and northern Shaanxi, it is also an exciting night.
Nanjing President's Official Residence.
"Shihe, you will fly to Taiyuan tomorrow morning. On my behalf, I will award medals to all generals above the division level who participated in the annihilation of the 20th Division of the Japanese invaders, except for the 22nd Army Independent Regiment. Order Liu Lang and all other generals to
After handling the military affairs of the department, I rushed to Taiyuan to let them know that they have served the country and the people, and I will not hesitate to reward them." The bald man walked around the office excitedly with the message from the Ministry of Military Affairs and said to
His captain of the bodyguard ordered.
"Yes!" Wang Shihe Gong claimed, but there was a hint of envy in his eyes.
This time, the Chairman of the Generalissimo singled out Liu Lang and those generals and lieutenants, but it revealed a signal that he wanted to vigorously promote him. At this time of the national war, although Liu Lang was a little unruly, at this moment, for the Chairman
For me, being able to fight is good. As for what will happen in the future, we have to wait until this war is over.
It is almost foreseeable that that young man, who is only 26 years old, is likely to soar into the sky and reach a position that many people cannot reach after ten or even twenty years of hard work.
"Principal, what do you think of the speech given by Brigadier Chen of the 129th Division at Shimen?" Wang Shihe asked again before exiting the office.
"Hey, I don't know about Major General Chen, but the tone of those words...Shihe! Do you think it was really Major General Chen who said it?" The bald man smiled faintly and waved his hand gently.
, said: "Since they have the heart to love the people, we cannot chill the hearts of the soldiers. We order the Central News Agency to publish the full text without changing a word. I will see if Shouichi in the temple has the guts to take it out on our northern people."
It was almost exactly the same as the leader’s judgment. In a cave in northern Shaanxi, a somewhat thin middle-aged man read the entire telegram under the weak light of a table lamp and couldn’t help laughing, “Boss, they made a mistake this time.
What a doctrine mistake! The 129th Division didn’t believe it the first time they reported it, and it wasn’t until the Jindong Theater Command sent a successful report that they dared to forward the message to the Central Committee.”
"Old Mao! Don't blame the boss and others for making empiricist errors. Even I read this telegram several times in a row for fear that I might be dazzled by it. Before showing it to you, I
I also specifically called them back to see if the telegram was wrong. After they called back again and it was correct, and it was still signed by Zhu, Ren, Peng, and Ye, I showed it to you. It was really a stunning battle.
! All the officers and soldiers of our 129th Division are so magnificent!" Duke Zhou explained jubilantly.
"Old Zhou! Well, this time, you have also made an empiricist error! Although the 129th Division sent the good news, our party's troops are not only the 129th Division!" The middle-aged man's face
His smile was almost overflowing, and he tapped his fingers on the table, "Have you forgotten about the victory of the aviation volunteers who took off from our airport at Niangziguan two days ago?"
"Haha, forget everyone but you can't forget him!" Zhou Gong also laughed, "But the little guy wants to hide his strength and bide his time and keep a low profile. If you don't know about it, you won't even know that his army is participating in the war! So, I
So I simply fulfilled his wish and didn't mention him."
"It's gold, it will shine wherever it goes, but you can't hide it just because you want to. This is the battle in Jindong! He may be able to hide it from the unintentional, but he can never hide it from the intentional. I'm afraid all his actions
Leave it all on that person’s desk! In this case, Lao Zhou, you go to Taiyuan to our 18th Group Army Headquarters, and at the same time inform Hongying to tell that little guy and ask him to meet you when he goes to Taiyuan. I have
I want to give him a gift." A faint smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention names, but they both knew who they were talking about. Liu Lang and the Independent Group, until now, are only known to a few people among the top leaders of the Red Party.
"Okay." Duke Zhou nodded solemnly. "By the way, Lao Mao, look at the speech given by Brigadier Chen of the 343rd Brigade at Shimen..."
"Brigadier Chen! I still know his temper. These words will not come from his mouth. Hey, except for that unscrupulous little guy, who dares to shout in front of the whole city that he wants to chop off the heads of all the Japanese prisoners?
Taihang Mountain is still majestic, Taihang, so you know how to use words!" The middle-aged man chuckled, stretched out his hand to light a cigarette, "However, since our Brigadier Chen's name is on it, then, the original text will be published.
I won’t change my words, but I will also protect my people in the north for them.”
One from the south and one from the north, the two top figures in China's political arena actually made almost unanimous judgments and decisions.
This night was a sleepless night for both China and Japan in China.
In the early morning of October 17, China ushered in the first ray of dawn.
"Great victory in Jindong! Complete annihilation of the 20th Japanese Division."
"Great victory in Jindong! More than 20,000 Japanese invaders were wiped out."
The newsboy's heart-rending shouts shattered the tranquility of the streets and alleys of major cities in China.
Like oil cooking in a raging fire, the streets boiled in an instant.
To be precise, all the big cities in China are boiling.
Regardless of the size of newspapers or magazines, there is no so-called front page headline. The whole article is all about the same content: Jindong, great victory!