This is not because Yu Xiancheng is cruel enough, using the lives of hundreds and dozens of soldiers as bargaining chips to boost morale, but what Liu Tuanzuo warned the senior officers of the Independent Regiment.
"A soldier is not a politician. For the sake of profit, he can give up everything except what he thinks. The existence of a soldier is to guard, defend his home and defend his beliefs, even if it means giving his own life for it!"
Comrade Pao Ze is the person on the battlefield who is most worth guarding besides the gun. If you can discard the people you want to guard at will, then what else can't you discard?
This is how people are, once they cross a bottom line once, this bottom line no longer exists.
Just like the saying that circulated on the Internet in later generations: "A good family is a woman who will not cheat. The so-called good family you can get into is just because you are in the right family."
"Don't abandon, don't give up." Yu Xiancheng wanted to use this concept to unite tens of thousands of Songjiang defenders to fight to the death against the Japanese invaders, not abandoning their comrades and not abandoning themselves, and at the same time, not giving up their own positions.
As the Japanese army began to use bombers and poison gas bombs, Yu Xiancheng knew that the battle would only become more and more cruel. Ideals and beliefs alone could not defend the city, nor could it defend the hundreds of thousands of comrades who were still fighting bloody battles on the front line.
The route of retreat.
In order to protect this important lifeline, Yu Xiancheng would not hesitate to sacrifice dozens or hundreds of people, even if he and tens of thousands of officers and soldiers were sacrificed.
On this point, Langdanza, who was galloping towards Songjiang, had already stated in the telegram that even if the Songjiang defenders fought to the last man, they would drag the Sixth Division in Songjiang.
No one can be sacrificed for the sake of the motherland.
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However, the military order was ultimately given too late.
When the two majors in the underground pipeline decided after a brief consideration to follow this military order and go to the ground to meet the enemy, the Japanese gas bombs had already begun to be fired.
The gas bomb was still bounced off the Xilin Tower and exploded, but this time it was not a deafening explosion, but a burst of light green smoke that filled the sky above and around the Xilin Tower.
"The devils used poison gas! Boy, go down further and hold your breath for me." Qingpi, who felt his lungs burning like fire after inhaling the poisonous gas, roared wildly, his face full of misery.
He knew that he was doomed and that he had no chance to fire the last 80 rounds. Not only was his lungs burning, the pain was so painful that it was difficult for him to breathe, and the poisonous gas also began to appear on his exposed arms and chest.
The terrible blisters will make him die painfully soon.
He is not afraid of death. From the moment he entered this battlefield to now, he has killed at least fifteen Japs, and has basically fulfilled his promise to his wife who has not yet been engaged.
However, there is another silly little guy! He lowered his head and looked at the figure of Xiao Guapi, who had been driven off at least two floors of the tower by him. A trace of determination flashed across Qingpi's face. He would try his best to let this guy go.
The little guy lives and tells everyone that it was the brothers from the Songjiang Security Group who blew up the Japanese tanks. Also, he is a green-skinned man and is not the Three Harms of Songjiang.
Perhaps, it is still the case! The seven-story Xilin Pagoda, the first pagoda in Jiangnan, known as "the three Wu pagodas are unparalleled!" He destroyed three flights of stairs with grenades. If the Buddha knew it, he would probably
You won't forgive him!
"Boy, listen carefully. From now on, wet your clothes with urine and cover your mouth and nose. Don't make a sound. When will the Japanese devils leave? When will the Japanese go down? Remember, stay alive. Remember to give me something during the holidays in the future.
Brother Qingpi, burn some paper, and Sister-in-law Nong, I don’t know what she likes to eat, but she probably likes the sesame stuffed with mung bean paste!" Qingpi lowered his eyelids and shouted softly downward.
"Brother Qingpi, what are you going to do? I'm scared!" Xiao Guapi replied tremblingly with a hint of crying.
Although he didn't know what Qingpi was going to do, the little boy knew that Qingpi, who had "killed countless enemies and was omnipotent", seemed to be saying goodbye to him. Moreover, it was a farewell.
"Little Chi, don't you want to die? The Japs' poisonous gas is very powerful. Remember, lie down on the ground and reduce your breathing!" Qingpi scolded angrily. Hearing the faint sobbing coming from below, he couldn't bear it and said softly: "Allah has already inhaled it.
Poisonous gas, you don’t have long to live, you have to live well and fight the Japanese when you grow up, I’ll leave you my shell gun.”
"Brother Qingpi, please don't die..."
No longer listening to the pleas of the little melon skin below, he inserted the last three grenades into the waistband of his back, enduring the huge pain caused by inhaling the poisonous gas, and went down to the lower layer, and one of them could drill out of the human body.
He got out of the hole and waved his hands desperately.
"Yo Xi! The Chinese have surrendered." Matsuda Chaowu, who was looking up at Xilin Tower from 120 meters away, relaxed slightly. He quickly raised the telescope hanging on his chest and smiled at the corner of his mouth. "Order, throw
The cartridge is suspended from firing."
A living Chinese prisoner is naturally much better than a speechless corpse.
"Tell him to throw down all the firearms!" Matsuda waved to the Chinese translator not far away, gesturing for him to go and shout.
Following the Chinese translator who was shouting at the top of his lungs as he cautiously walked to about 70 to 80 meters with a grimace, Qingpi threw down the Czech light machine gun, two rifles and even the almost empty bullet belt.
Top of the tower.
After witnessing all this, Matsuda Chaogo finally felt calm, but he was even more frightened by the power of the poison gas bomb. How much pain it would take to make the enemy with a will like steel give up resistance!
Yes, although Qingpi had already surrendered without mercy, the Japanese captain who had witnessed the power of mustard gas bombs did not underestimate him at all. It was simply not something that humans could resist.
200 meters away, the two special forces soldiers who also witnessed all this almost lost their breath and burst their lungs.
"You son of a bitch, I thought he was a tough guy. Hundreds of brothers were prepared to risk their own lives to save him, but he turned into a coward after being blown up by a poison gas bomb! It's a shame if I don't kill him."
A special forces soldier aimed his eyes at the target angrily.
"Don't rush to conclusions! Tuanzuo said that sometimes, what you see may not be what you believe. The truth of the matter may happen the next moment you continue to wait." Shan Ying, who had been looking at the scope, was very worried.
Calmly, shook his head slightly and said softly.
Through the 4x scope, he could almost clearly see the expression on the face of the shirtless security soldier. He was in pain, and a layer of large and small blisters on his body proved that he was experiencing unimaginable pain. He knew that the Japanese army
Shan Ying, who was exposed to the power of poison gas bombs, knew that even if he surrendered and became a prisoner of the Japanese, he probably wouldn't live long.
According to common sense, a person who has lost his honor as a warrior because of fear of death should still be afraid that his life will be lost.
However, the soldier was not afraid, and when five or six Japanese soldiers wearing gas masks and protective clothing were approaching quietly, there seemed to be an invisible joy in his eyes.
Why is he happy? The Japanese army accepted his surrender, can he finally survive?
This question also sounded in Matsuda Chaowo's mind. He also saw the expression of the Chinese soldier through the telescope, and the Japanese captain's face was full of doubts.
If the Chinese soldier was extremely weak before, this kind of joy that can only be felt but cannot be expressed is normal. Who is not happy to finally be alive? However, a soldier who can put himself in desperate situations and shoot
Would a warrior who killed more than fifteen opponents be so weak?
Wait, why is there smoke coming from behind him?
As a veteran with extremely rich combat experience, Matsuda Chaogo's heart suddenly sank.
"Baga, order everyone to hold off on advancing and let the Chinese go downstairs to check that there are no weapons before they are allowed to get close." Matsuda suddenly shouted at me.
Unfortunately, it was not that the Japanese captain's vigilance was too late, but that several Japanese soldiers ran too fast. The joy of finally holding on to the end of the battle made several Japanese soldiers lose their vigilance. When the Japanese captain issued the order, they were far away from the towering Xilin Tower.
It's only seven or eight meters away.
"You little devil, die with me!"
With a roar, Qingpi jumped up, like a sharp arrow hurtling downwards, and resolutely hit several Japanese soldiers.
Yes, it is like an arrow, shot down from the sky of 44 meters to the ground, shot down at one's own enemy, as an arrow, with unprecedented determination.
No one knows what Qingpi was thinking at that moment, and no one knows why he was so determined. He can definitely continue to live, even if he is plagued by diseases in the future, even if he lives a little shamelessly.
Only Qingpi himself knows that he must die, and he must die in front of these Japanese soldiers. Only if he dies can the "little melon skin" who has not yet been exposed be able to live a good life. Even if the hope is not great, it is still in the end.
I hope not?
He doesn't want to be a hero. The name of a hero is often accompanied by the loss of life. However, when the choice comes, he can only make this choice. The glory of a hero is often born in that glorious moment.
The two special forces soldiers were stunned.
Hundreds of Japanese soldiers and Japanese captains stayed together.
Several Japanese soldiers approaching Xilin Pagoda were stunned.
They are here to receive the fruits of victory, not to receive a Chinese soldier smashing his body at them. Of course the Japanese infantry wants to hide, but if they don't hide, they will be smashed to death. Even if they don't, they will be smashed to death.
The Chinese soldiers on the ground must have been splashed with blood!
However, they all thought wrong. Qingpi not only thought of himself as an arrow, but also as a rocket. The moment before he was about to reach the ground, his whole body exploded.
The power of three grenades is enough to blow through a 94-inch beanbag, and it is not difficult to blow a human body made of flesh and blood into pieces.
Smoke was everywhere, blood was raining everywhere, and the five Japanese soldiers below were covered in blood and rolling around. I don't know if it was Qingpi's blood or their own, maybe it was both!
The Japanese soldiers dozens of meters away all around made evasive movements. Even the Japanese captain a hundred meters away couldn't help but touch his face, as if Chinese blood had passed through the 100-meter void and splashed on him.
Same on the face.
In other words, the Chinese soldier used his blood and spit it hard on his face, and his face was already red and burning.
In the air less than six meters above the ground, Qingpi used his own body as a carrier to explode into the most brilliant fireworks in Songjiang City in the evening.
The hands of the two special forces soldiers clenched suddenly, their eyes sparkling.
There are no fireworks. In their tears, there is only fighting spirit. That is the last farewell made by their comrades in arms to them.
The men from the south of the Yangtze River are also full of pride, taking the name of China.
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ps: Every hero is an ordinary person, but their glorious choices make them heroes. I would like to use this chapter to pay tribute to those ordinary heroes who made glorious choices in the Great Patriotic War, and at the same time, to those who died in the Liangshan Prefecture fire.
I pay tribute to the 30 heroes and pay the highest respect as a citizen of the Republic for their glorious choice. I hope that when that choice comes, I can make the same glorious choice as them, although I didn’t know it at that time.