Because the celebration banquet was not for one family alone, but for several friendly armies and the people of Jingxing to celebrate and celebrate together, the few people simply divided their tasks. They did not go to their respective armies but went to the friendly armies.
The future military god will lead his team to the 17th Division, political commissar Deng will accompany Zhao Shoushan to the 343rd Brigade, future general will accompany Liu Lang to the 386th Brigade, and the red general will go to the Independent Regiment.
This allocation is also very particular. The future military god and Commander Zhao are at the same level, so it is most suitable for him to go to the 17th Division. The 129th Division has two main brigades, and it happens that Commander Zhao and Liu Lang are one each. The red general is an Army Major General.
Going to express condolences to the people and the independent group is considered a high level.
As for the beautiful reporter, she is not assigned separate tasks. She is a very detached existence on the front line. She can enter all major headquarters and can also sit in on various military meetings. That is not because of her.
His identity is that of a reporter accompanying the army. Looking at the whole army, there is no war reporter who is so awesome that he is accompanied by a security squad to protect him, and all the major headquarters can enter at will.
It's not because she has an unclear relationship with Liu Lang. Even if Liu Lang is extremely talented, he will rise to great heights in the future, but now he is just a junior colonel. Even he himself has to stand at attention and say hello to major generals and lieutenants.
As a courtesy to subordinates, don't say that she might just be his woman.
Liu Xueyuan was able to be like this on the front line in eastern Shanxi because of herself and the pen in her hand. She recorded the glory of the little people and conveyed the bravery and unyieldingness of the officers and soldiers amidst the enemy's artillery fire, winning the hearts of the middle and lower-level officers and soldiers.
While respecting her, she has also accumulated enough reputation among the people. Whether it is the 129th Division or the 17th Division, she needs to be able to convey the situation on the front line to the people more truly.
It's not that the future Army God and Lieutenant General Zhao hope to rely on Liu Xueyuan to help them promote their reputation, but they have to do this because of their sitting positions. What they represent is not themselves.
In the future, the military god needs to convey to the people not only the 129th Division, but the entire Red Army. The Red Party members need the people to see their determination to resist Japan, instead of some people saying with ulterior motives that the reason why the Red Army is willing to establish the United Front is just
Because I want to get some breathing space.
It can be said that the main result of this battle is not only the number of enemy troops annihilated nor the number captured, but it can prove to the whole country that as a member of the Chinese nation, the Red Party members can have different political views, but they have the heart to protect their homeland and the country.
it's the same.
The situation of Lieutenant General Zhao is different, or his situation is more difficult. As a direct subordinate of General Yang Hucheng during the "Xi'an Incident", and as a branch of the Northwest Army, the 17th Division has long been marginalized. But the marginal
The most terrifying thing is that as battle losses increase, the 17th Division, which cannot replenish all types of personnel, equipment and materials, may one day be destroyed.
Canceled the designation and completely disappeared from the war.
Disappearance means forgetfulness. All the glory and pain of the 17th Division have been completely forgotten by the years. The tombs of the soldiers who died in the battle will be lonely in the mountains and fields from now on; the disabled veterans will become beggars; those who are alive may never be there again.
They became cannon fodder until the 17th Division was no longer remembered by anyone.
It can be said that for Lieutenant General Zhao, Liu Xueyuan is almost as important as Liu Lang. One helped him and the 17th Division win the victory, and the other helped him promote the victory. After the Battle of Jindong, the name of his 17th Division resounded throughout the land of China.
Who dares to cut them off easily? Even a bald boss, if he doesn't like them, he can only pinch his nose and hand out bonuses and medals.
Therefore, these few people never cared about the beautiful reporter who wanted to interview and record the army.
Naturally, Liu Xueyuan chose to go to the 386th Brigade. Lest Liu Lang felt that the presence of many officers was inappropriate and would not agree, he simply called Yan Qiguan and a guard squad and Sanchuan'er after listening to the allocation plan.
gone.
The officers were all middle-aged people over 40 and had experienced a lot. Naturally, they didn't care much about the feelings of these children. They all just smiled and left.
"If there are flowers, you must break them. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break branches! Brother." The future general looked at the leaving figure of the beautiful reporter and teased Liu Lang.
Liu Lang, who had always been eloquent and never at a disadvantage when it came to his words, became unusually silent.
As the saying goes: It is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman. How could he not know Liu Xueyuan's deep affection for him? But he has a good wife at home, so what if he knew it? What if he was like Mr. Fan?
Marrying them all into the house, for him, who comes from a modern world where the concept of monogamy has long been ingrained, is really too deviant from his original intention.
Of course, starting from the heart, when faced with such a talented and passionate woman, it is difficult for most men not to like her. The Zodiac sign is neither a god nor a Buddha. It is also a kind of ordinary male creature. He is also the same.
I will be moved and moved.
However, he knew that he would not be able to take that step after all. If he still wanted to live in the country in the future.
Perhaps, this is the legendary fate but no separation! Just like the little foreign girl, she and he are destined to watch in silence. Sometimes, love does not have to be kept as one's own.
Seeing that Liu Lang didn't speak, the future general gave Liu Lang a very heroic smile and patted Liu Lang on the shoulder, "I understand your difficulty. People say that a man should make achievements while alive, how can he have an affair with his children? But I think that being ruthless may not be true.
Hero, how can you not be a husband if you pity your son? Although you and I cherish the ideals of our family, country and world, how many of us can understand the word love? Reporter Liu is a good girl, even if we can't grow together, don't let her down."
"Hey, come on, love is different from the battlefield after all. There are some truths that you won't understand now. In a few years, you will understand. Let's not talk about it for now. Let's go and have a drink." See you in the future.
Liu Lang was still worried and frowning. He smiled slightly and comforted him. "Today is a drinking day."
"Let's go, we won't come back until we're drunk." Liu Lang was an open-minded person after all. He put aside all his worries and strode towards the headquarters of the 772nd Regiment.
As the future general said, if you can't solve it now, let's leave it to the future. Time is the best weapon to solve everything. Whether it is hatred or love, it will fade away.
Perhaps, the only thing that cannot be eliminated is the great hatred between nations. At least Liu Lang, more than 80 years later, almost beat a Japanese special forces soldier to death in that terrible training camp without any ferocity, and the reason was just that
It just makes me feel uncomfortable looking at him.
The first to arrive was the 772nd Regiment's station. More than a thousand people were sitting in platoons around a large iron pot that was cooking fragrantly. They were eating and drinking enthusiastically.
Captain Ye and Deputy Commander Wang, who had been notified a few hundred meters away, accompanied the future general and Liu Lang into the venue. Deputy Commander Wang's voice was like a broken gong but his voice was loud enough: "Comrades, all of you are welcome."
Put the wine down for me, and swallow the meat in your mouth quickly. The brigade commander and commander Liu are here to visit you all."
Starting from a few infantry platoons around him, it gradually spread to the distance. As soon as they heard that the brigade commander was coming, they all put down the cups in their hands, wiped their greasy mouths with their sleeves, and rushed over here.
"Haha, you old king! I'm here to drink and eat meat with my comrades, not to lecture." The future general laughed. "Let the comrades sit in their original positions without running over here."
"Look what you said, even if you are here to drink, you still have to say a few words first. The comrades have been looking forward to your arrival for a long time." Deputy Commander Wang, however, looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
His immediate superior was quibbling, while yelling at the officers and soldiers who were sitting and gradually became quiet: "Comrades, am I right? If you think it is right, applaud me."
There was a "boom" and thunderous applause.
"Brigadier, can you just say a few words?" Commander Ye on the side also advised.
"Okay, then I will say a few words." The future general couldn't refuse the meeting, so he jumped on a big stone and said with all his strength: "Comrades, I don't have much to say today, just two sentences. The first is: Today is
This is a celebration banquet for all the troops on the eastern Shanxi front. Everyone has only one mission, which is to give me a good meal and a good drink."
Looking at the excited faces of the officers and soldiers of the 772nd Regiment, the future general continued to roar: "Second, I am just a companion who came to visit you today. The host and guest is Commander Liu of the Independent Regiment. He is here to visit the comrades on behalf of the joint command. Come
, welcome Captain Liu with applause and ask him to tell us a few words. Also, Captain Liu drinks a lot. If you can't drink well with Captain Liu today, don't say you are my soldiers when you go out."
"Haha, Brigadier, depending on what you said, Captain Liu is no one else. Let's not talk about having a drink with every comrade! Every cadre above the company level must toast him! Don't worry, if Captain Liu isn't
If you come in standing and go out lying down, I, Wang Jinshan, will no longer be the deputy commander tomorrow." Deputy Commander Wang's "Li Yunlong" look has become more and more obvious.
Everyone standing in the front row laughed.
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Liu Lang had a dark look on his face, this must be a bandit's den! Why does it sound so scary when you come in standing and go out lying down?
However, if the toasts are made on a head-to-head basis, if there are 9 infantry companies in an infantry regiment, 18 company commanders and deputy companies, plus at least 6 battalion-level cadres and 3 regiment-level cadres, and one drink per person, 27 glasses of wine will be consumed.
Liu Lang estimated that his body, which was almost immune to alcohol, couldn't hold it back. After all, he drank more than three kilograms earlier! Their intention to drink alcohol would be realized.
However, this is not the way to toast. Liu Lang decided to let them see how drinking will be done at the wine shop in the future.
Therefore, when Liu Lang jumped on the big stone and pressed it down with his hands, after the place gradually became quiet, he shouted with all his strength: "Brothers from the 772nd Regiment, I guess they all recognize me, right?"
Before anyone could answer, Lang Tuan Zuo added with a smile on his face: "Of course, a person with such a handsome figure like me would probably recognize him without having to see him or hear him in person."
"Haha!" The officers and soldiers all laughed.
With just one sentence, Liu Lang successfully brought himself closer to these ordinary officers and soldiers. Moreover, it was either the feeling of a leader forcing himself into their world to close the distance between the officers and soldiers, or he was just joking with them.
The younger brother or elder brother, if he is not wearing the uniform of a colonel in the national army.
"Commanders from all walks of life are now having fun with the brothers in various units, but I chose the 772nd Regiment alone. Do you know why?"
"Because, in Jiuguan, it was you and my brothers from the Independent Regiment who severely beat the 28th Cavalry Regiment and the 39th Infantry Regiment of the Little Devils, and this and that beating were a bit harsh, directly
We beat them to death. If it weren't for your heroic efforts, there would be no victory in the Jiuguan battlefield.
So, I’m here to come and have a drink with you.”
"Come on, brothers, hold a cup for me." Liu Lang took the earthenware bowl handed over by Liu Xueyuan and raised it high. "This is not a lecture from the chief, but a celebration banquet for the brothers. If you are a hero, let's accompany you together."
I’ll have a few drinks.”
As soon as these words were said, the officers and soldiers of the 772nd Regiment could not bear it any longer. They all picked up the wine glasses placed on the ground, filled them with wine, and imitated Liu Lang's example of raising them high.
Seeing Commander Ye and Deputy Commander Wang next to him also holding pottery bowls and lifting them up, the future general stomped his feet and secretly complained in his heart: "What a bunch of idiots! I'll let more than a thousand of you lift them together with just one word."
Some people are afraid that they are not good enough, so they fill up a pottery bowl that can hold at least 2 taels of wine."
If this continues, the future general will be very suspicious that it will not be Liu Lang who falls in the end, but the more than a thousand officers and soldiers under his command, including two stupid captains and deputy commanders.
But Liu Lang’s words are really hard to refuse! After hearing Liu Lang’s last words, the future general could only sigh and signal the orderly to pour him the wine. Damn it, the little fat man can not only
Drink and live longer.
"Half an hour ago, when Commander Liu and I were raising glasses to celebrate the victory, Commander Liu said that the first glass of wine should be dedicated to the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the victory. Do you think it should be right or not?"
"Should!" The officers and soldiers of the 772nd regiment raised their wine bowls and roared like thunder.
The eyes full of laughter overflowed with deep sadness. The 772 regiment paid a heavy price in the battle of Jiuguan with more than 200 people killed and more than 400 injured. The casualty rate exceeded 25%. Hundreds of people were injured again.
They can no longer sit here talking and laughing loudly, drinking wine and eating meat. Many of them have never eaten a piece of meat from joining the army to dying in battle.
"We have to drink this glass of wine for them, because they are here and will never leave and have never left." Liu Lang pointed to his chest.
Although it refers to fat, everyone knows that it refers to the heart. As Liu Lang said, the best way to commemorate them is to keep them in your heart and never forget them.
"Do it!" Deputy Commander Wang shouted with tears in his eyes.
The future general gritted his teeth and drank the wine in the bowl. Even he felt sorry for not drinking the wine from the bowl.
It was really touching to see someone pointing to his chest and saying "Never leave, and never leave".
Liu Xue Principle quickly recorded the final chapter of his Jindong battlefield diary: They never left.
"As for the second glass of wine, Commander Liu proposed a toast to ourselves. It is because we dared to face the bullets and artillery shells of the Japanese invaders that we had a chance to win. But I feel more that facing the enemy's bullets and blades
It is our duty as soldiers to serve. Since we put on this military uniform, our lives belong not only to us and our parents, but to the entire country and nation.
This land gave birth to our ancestors and gave birth to us. When they were wailing under the iron heel of the Japanese army, how else could we choose? We had no choice but to go, even if we died.
So, with this glass of wine, we salute the military uniform we are wearing. It is the military uniform that gives us responsibility and gives us the courage to protect our Chinese nation. Now here are thousands or even tens of thousands of dark blue and dark gray military uniforms, but we cannot see them.
On the Songhu battlefield, hundreds of thousands of passionate men in military uniforms are marching forward, and we should also respect them."
"Fuck it!" Captain Ye roared boldly. He raised his neck and swallowed down a ounce or two of liquor.
Even though he was already a little blushing and thick-necked.
The future general had no choice but to show his teeth and drink another drink with him. If he didn't drink this drink, he wouldn't even dare to wear his military uniform.
Until now, even he was a little curious as to how Liu Lang would make the whole army drink the third glass of wine. Of course, he had already asked the orderlies to prepare the third glass. He had a hunch that this third glass would probably
There is more reason to drink it than the first two cups.
Liu Xueyuan on the side also took a big sip, but her eyes were curved into crescent moons. As smart as she was, she had guessed Lang Pang's intentions from here: Don't talk to me about drinking, I am good at talking about drinking, and I am even better at persuading people to drink.
Based on her understanding of Lang Pang, I'm afraid he would drink at least three large bowls of wine for everyone, because he had to drink two bowls of wine in a row, and the third bowl wouldn't have enough reasons to move people to heaven and earth?
She was worried that Liu Lang was really drunk before. Now she was completely relieved. With these three bowls of wine, I'm afraid his opponent would be reduced by half.
"For the third cup, Commander Liu once suggested that he should respect me, saying that it was because of my strategic planning that this great victory was achieved, but I refused. Because this great victory belongs to all the officers and soldiers on the eastern Shanxi front line.
How can I alone take the first credit? But here, I have to say, you really have to respect me for this third cup."
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Not to mention that the officers and soldiers of the 772nd Regiment were a little confused, even the future general shook his little hand and almost threw away the wine bowl he had habitually picked up.
What do you mean? Here, you have a bigger head? Why do we have to respect you?
"Because, I'm not only here to drink with you, but also to give you money." Liu Lang smiled slightly, "Don't think you heard it wrong. That's right, win a battle, destroy a division of little devils, just drink wine and eat meat.
How can I give out certificates? I am here this time to give bonuses to everyone. As long as those who participated in this battle, died, were injured, and made meritorious deeds, the bonuses will be calculated separately. Everyone will have a bonus for participating in the battle."
Everyone who participated in the war had money? The whole place was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
The future general's hand trembled violently, and he almost dropped the bowl. At this time, he stopped complaining about the idiots of his two regiment-level cadres, and shouted sternly: "Do it!", and he was the first one to throw away a bowl.
The wine was gone.
It's touching to talk about feelings, but money is more practical! The whole army is giving out money. There are tens of thousands of people from the 129th Division participating in the war. How much money will they get back?
"Pfft" Liu Xueyuan couldn't help laughing.
For this reason, you must drink it!
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PS: Two chapters combined into one, a big chapter of 5200 words... I just returned to the hotel after a busy day during the day. The receptionist was very enthusiastic. I hope Fengyue will not be drunk at night and can still code. Also, let me say something
Yesterday, a book friend talked about the "theory of national defense" and "protracted war." Although General Jiang Baili's "protracted war" theory appeared earlier, he was the first person to put forward this theory in a more systematic way.
A more instructive strategic guideline for China's battlefields in that period. Although it is a novel, Fengyue also hopes to respect history. If you have any questions, please ask your book friends and Fengyue will explain or improve them. Thank you all.