This morning, for the vast land of China, is a carnival with a strong dose of cardiotonic.
Newspapers publish a large number of colorful and passionate articles written by reporters from the front line. In fact, many reporters invited to the Eastern Shanxi Headquarters have the same routine in their articles, but they tirelessly compare the number of enemies annihilated and the numbers of all the enemies.
The ranks and names of the officers and assistants who killed the Japanese were just piled together.
Even, when some reporters saw that their colleagues had finished writing everything they should write, they simply got their ideas from the row of corpses of Japanese officers and soldiers placed in the courtyard of the headquarters. For example, the description of Bunzaburo Kawagishi was added
He is short in stature, only 1.6 feet long but 0.7 feet wide. He is like a wine jar and a lot of jokes. If you write Kawagishi Bunzaburo, then I will write Takagi Yoshito, and he will write Yue Yoshio. Anyway, try not to be the same.
Moreover, they used all their pen and ink to portray each one better than the other. Letting them become reporters would be a waste of their talents. They should be allowed to write biographies.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that they could not collect any valuable clues at the Shandong Command. Many staff officers and officers of the headquarters far away from the front line actually did not know much more information than reporters far away from the front line. Except for
Except for the telegram reporting the victory of the 129th Division and a row of corpses of Japanese officers and soldiers, everyone else could only rely on guesswork.
But don’t tell me, even these articles that are heavily stereotyped and have a lot of similarities still have a broad audience. Because the massive data on killing enemies is so refreshing! Especially the descriptions of the characteristics of Japanese generals written by reporters are even more exciting.
It tickled many people's amusement spots, and they couldn't help but laugh out loud just watching it.
Only the beautiful reporter who has been following the actions of Liu Tuanzuo and the 129th Division is considered a different kind. Her "Liuxueyuan Battlefield Diary" rarely records victories and rarely describes the brilliance and prowess of Chinese generals. Her pen always stays on those
On the figures of the cute warriors she thought.
"Liuxueyuan Battlefield Diary: Bloody Battle at Fululing"
"It was a bloody night. The Japanese invaders, who had been frustrated in their attacks for two consecutive days, were close to going crazy. Even when night fell, they had no intention of stopping the attack. Crazy artillery fire exploded on the front line less than 500 meters away from me.
It reflected half of the sky in red.
In such a place, it is almost impossible for anyone to survive, especially when I saw that the sandbag fortifications that the soldiers had worked so hard to build were blown to pieces, and the officers and soldiers of the 17th Division hiding behind disappeared in the smoke. I thought that the second
The soldiers in the trenches and around me would wait for the Japanese artillery fire to end.
However, I was wrong. One of the platoons stationed on the position was finished. The major battalion commander not far from me was like a cold butcher. With an order, another platoon of soldiers came under the leadership of their platoon leader.
, rushing towards the position that can melt rocks.
Then, within ten minutes, the infantry platoon that rushed to the position was finished. He waved again, and another infantry platoon rushed to the position.
I know that when you read this diary, you will definitely want to call him cold-blooded, and so do I. However, I can only cry silently.
Because I know better that although the smoke-covered face of the major battalion commander is like a piece of iron, his heart hurts more than you and me. Because that is the brother he has eaten and slept with for several years. That is his brother.
Among the soldiers who live in their hometown in Hu County, Shaanxi Province, one-third of a battalion can be related to each other.
But he had to do this. Even if there was only one soldier left on the position after the artillery fire, he could still use the gun in his hand to delay the Japanese invaders' crazy charge until the follow-up troops arrived. Otherwise, the position would be lost.
During a break in the battle, I asked him: If the Japanese invaders kept firing, would you still do that?
He nodded without hesitation: Yes!
"Then, all your brothers have died in the battle, have you thought about what to do?"
"Then, there will still be me on the battlefield. If I'm gone, it's up to the commander to find a way."
His answer was as cold and decisive as the military orders he had just issued.
But I cried. Just like watching the soldiers in the artillery fire, one after another, set off without hesitation at the sound of orders, rushed to the death position, and then fell in the flames, I cried.
Perhaps, on this night that made me shed tears freely, the only thing that made me feel happy was that I heard that a soldier from the 5th Company of the 102nd Regiment, who I thought had been wiped out, was still alive and returned to Fulule Ridge after all the hard work.
However, when I returned to the division headquarters with some excitement, what I saw was a group of generals standing like statues. In front of them, squatting was a soldier wrapped in black gauze.
The soldiers hugged each other and cried as if there was no one around. The general stood aside, like a sculpture.
To be honest, I have been on the front line for a long time, and all I have seen are men who are as strong as steel. Even if their arms are broken and their legs are blown off by artillery shells, they may be in pain, they may groan, or even cry loudly, but they are still
I have never seen a man cry so sadly, like a child.
As a woman, I can feel that the fragility of the soldier with scars all over his body stems from the fragility of his heart, not the wounds on his body.
But the generals, like parents who love their children, stood there, anxious and at a loss, with sadness and ending in their eyes.
Not as heroic as I imagined, not as strong as I imagined. The only soldier who survived from the main peak of Snowflake Mountain showed me his fragility with his lung-splitting cry.
But how can he not be fragile?
Li Xigua, a soldier who returned from the main peak of Snowflake Mountain, unexpectedly couldn't find anyone who could prove his identity. Yes, his squad was gone, his platoon was gone, and his company was gone. He was alone.
The sound of gunfire and artillery returned from Snowflake Mountain to Fululu Ridge, but what he didn't expect was that his battalion was gone.
Just before he returned, his battalion commander, the Army Major Li Zijin whom I mentioned earlier, personally led the last infantry platoon to reinforce the front line and was seriously injured. In the end, his infantry battalion had less than twenty people alive, and all of them were transferred to
Field hospital.
His regiment, the 102nd regiment, including him, had less than 200 people. The regiment was gone.
On this battlefield, there is no one who can recognize him. There is no one who can shout his name loudly. There is no one who can hold his neck and shout that he is a coward.
He was completely alone.
This is sacrifice. The number of casualties in the eyes of generals, but the invisible blood dripping in the eyes of ordinary people.
When I posted this battlefield diary, I thought it was already time for victory and it was time for everyone to cheer. However, I would like to ask all the people, while cheering, not to forget us soldiers. Please
You should be kind to their families. Only in this way will their sacrifices be regrettable."
"Ryu Seolhara Battlefield Diary: The Air Battle at Shigenmura"
"Liuxueyuan Battlefield Diary: Old Pass Blocking Battle"
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Each entry of the beautiful reporter's battlefield diary records the joys and sorrows of the little people on the front line, recording the most real battlefield.
It is like a breath of fresh air, but it is unforgettable, as if you are on a battlefield filled with artillery fire. Let everyone who reads her article know that victory has arrived, but it is not as easy as imagined.
That was also achieved with huge sacrifices.
Especially the sentence mentioned in her article: Why do you always have tears in your eyes? Because of your deep love for this land. It became popular all over the country for a while.
The writing style is passionate and true, not lacking in romance and tenderness, and conforms to all the aesthetics of people at this time. The beautiful reporter has completely become the national goddess of China in this era. Especially the captain Liu, the iron-blooded captain and the literary talent who are occasionally mentioned in her writing
The combination of striking beauties has aroused the imagination of countless good men and women.
This may be the biggest bad habit of human beings, no matter what time, they still have to worry about the trivial matters between men and women.
This can be regarded as a disaster for Liu Tuanzuo. When newspapers were flying all over the country, the signal channel of the field radio station at his independent regiment headquarters almost caused a traffic jam.
It is true that there are too many telegrams.
There are those from Nanjing, there are those from the Songhu Front, there are those from Wuhan, there are those from Shanxi, and... of course they are from Sichuan.
Lang Pang can ignore the congratulatory messages from superior officers, the advice from elders, or the malicious gossip from Fan Shaozeng for now, but a few women from Sichuan must be discussed.
Call him back, otherwise, just his mother's outburst will make him unbearable, not to mention that one is his wife and the other is a CEO who provides various military equipment.
The whole of China is plunged into a sea of joy, but Lang Pang is the only one who is miserable? That's not true.
If there is anyone who is worse off than Nang Pang, it is probably Juichi Templeuchi.
The merciless rebuke from the base camp made the Imperial Japanese Army General's face look like it was thrown to the ground, and he was stomped again and again with his feet. Basically, he was shameless.
Although due to technical limitations, no substantive evidence - photos have appeared in Chinese newspapers yet, the Japanese who are a little wiser know that it will be a matter of time.
The reason is that some unscrupulous journalists in China are so fucked up that they almost don’t use any photos, and the description of a short figure, like a wine jar, etc., the appearance of Lieutenant General Bunzaburo Kawagishi pops up on the page, as well as Yoshito Takagi
Last month, the two idiots Liangfu were described vividly by the unscrupulous writers in China.
It's hard not to believe that they are not real people but fabrications out of thin air. You know, it's not the height and other characteristics that those three idiots who brought shame to the empire had when they were studying at Army University.
People who know them well don't know how tall they are.
Of course, the group of war reporters gathered at the Jindong headquarters really couldn't get any useful information, and there were still a few hours to publish the newspaper, so they had to find another way to find a solution? Kawagishi Bunzaburo, the little guy, or they
I personally hold the ruler and measure bit by bit. The data is accurate and there will never be any mistakes.
It can be said that it was these guys who sought medical treatment indiscriminately due to their acute illness, and used their exquisite writing skills to portray to the Japanese the appearance of the executed lieutenant generals, major generals and colonels, saving them a lot of effort in seeking the truth. Although there are still some
Many arrogant Japanese politicians are still unwilling to admit that the 20th Division is doomed, but in fact, they already believe it in their hearts.
Juichi Terauchi is one of them.
When he saw the Chinese newspaper and smashed the office again, he was like a bull in court, breathing heavily and staring with blood-red eyes at his chief of staff, who had been stared at by him and felt extremely guilty.