Chapter 327 A Sad Battlefield Diary (Part 1) (The 5th update at the end of the month)
Since the serialization of Liu Xueyuan's battlefield diary, newspaper boys all over the country have become local darlings. They no longer have to run around the streets to sell newspapers, shouting that today's newspaper is really good, and they don't even have to look like the first day or the second day.
The sky was shouting news about the anti-Japanese front line.
As soon as they appear with their satchels on their backs, they will be surrounded by people, and hundreds of newspapers will be snatched up, so fast that even the newsboys have no time to count the money, but there are often only more and not less.
It can be said that the war in northern China made the media industry as popular as the Internet in later generations.
Even the people at the bottom who cannot afford newspapers will gather around those who have newspapers and listen to them read news from the front. When the battle on the front is going well, they cheer, but when the soldiers on the front suffer heavy casualties, they cry.
There has never been such a war that affects the hearts of 40 million people. In their hearts, the small Luo Wenyu battlefield is a national war.
Because there is the miraculous army that brings them victory after victory, and they are looking forward to miracles continuing to happen every day. Everyone has a dream, and the poor Chinese people are no exception. In addition to filling their bellies,
What I longed for most was to hear the news about the front-line victory against the Japanese invaders.
That sense of substitution is no different from the diaosi who dreamed of counterattack 80 years later.
However, after today's newspaper came out, the familiar cheers disappeared, and everyone's face looked extremely heavy.
The outskirts of Beijing.
A middle-aged man who had just finished carrying a pile of large bags and was wearing only a short coat in the slightly cold spring breeze, with glistening beads of sweat flowing freely along his strong muscles, was holding a hard steamed bun and drinking a large bowl of cold water.
I was squatting on the edge of the steps and eating happily, when I suddenly saw a steward wearing a coat, green clothes and a small hat hurriedly passing by.
He hurriedly stood up and put the buns and water beside him. He wiped his hands on his body, put a smile on his face, and walked forward and asked: "Manager Zhang, I wonder what was written in today's newspaper? Can you
Can't you tell us about it?"
Several strong laborers around also cast their eyes over. Although they were not as eager as this strong man, they also pricked up their ears. Obviously, they were also very concerned.
"After dinner, do your work well. The battle ahead has nothing to do with you." Unexpectedly, Steward Zhang said with a gloomy face to the strong man who came over to greet him with a smile.
The strong man looked stunned, but still did not move away. He continued with a humble smile on his face: "No, Manager Zhang, don't say that. If our brothers hear that they are good at fighting the Japanese, they will be more energetic at work."
No? Guys, do you think so?"
Several strong laborers around were confused. While giving support to their fellow workers, they also expressed their willingness to listen to the newspaper. Reporter Liu's story was really wonderful. If you don't hear the news about killing Japanese soldiers every day,
I can't even work hard.
"Hey, today is not good news!" Manager Zhang sighed, "Forget it, since you want to hear it, I will read it to you! After listening, go and do your work quickly. You are just pretending, but you have to deliver
We don’t dare to be careless about the materials that arrive at the front line.”
The strong man's whole body tensed up when he said this, and his eyes showed even more urgency: "What can I do? Manager Zhang, hurry up and read it."
"I don't know where you are so energetic every day. Listen up." Manager Zhang picked up the newspaper in his hand, glanced around, quickly moved a bamboo chair and moved it down.
I sat down and started to read.
Today is the 8th day of Luo Wenyu's battle. The sky is very gloomy, just like my heart.
Yes, on this night, I want to tell you a sad news. Just today, the Japanese invaders, who have been unable to attack for a long time, brazenly used poison gas bombs. The shells exploded on our army's position, but there were no fires and huge bombs.
The shock wave was instead a horrifying cloud of yellow smoke. The entire Luo Wenyu front line, which was nearly ten miles wide, was shrouded in smoke by the poisonous gas used by the Japanese invaders who were brazen enough to violate international war regulations.
The deep trenches and tunnels buried underground can help us block the Japanese gunfire, but they cannot block the pervasive poisonous gas. The smelly poisonous gas made me feel like I was going to die after just one breath. The vomiting was so intense that I could almost die.
The feeling of vomiting out all the internal organs makes one feel that it is better to die as soon as possible.
If Commander Liu had not made a plan in advance, and everyone must carry a towel and a water bottle with them, and cover their mouth and nose with a towel soaked in water at critical moments, none of the thousands of soldiers in our army would have been spared.
Even so, our army still suffered heavy casualties when caught off guard. The specific number of casualties cannot be detailed because it is a military secret. However, the third battalion of the 288th Regiment located on the position of the 29th Army of our blaming Guoding almost lost its combat effectiveness. Hundreds of
All the soldiers died at the hands of the Japanese invaders.
We do not need to condemn the crazy Japanese invaders. They are not worthy of the word condemnation at all. The answer to them is still the steel gun in the hands of all our soldiers. As Commander Liu Lang said, if one person is still breathing, then
Never take a step back.
Captain Liu Lang did the same thing.
After firing the poison gas, the Japanese invaders wore gas masks and rushed to the position. This was the third time they rushed to the position in the past eight days. In the first two times, our army had more close-range defense weapons than the Japanese invaders, so the independent regiment
The soldiers were also more brave, and the Japanese invaders were repulsed before they could gain a firm foothold.
But this time, we can't even breathe. Faced with such a war situation, who can tell us what we should do?
Commander Liu Lang rushed out, led his guard platoon, rushed out of the headquarters, out of the tunnel, and rushed to the top of the mountain.
He only had a bayonet in his hand, and his face was covered with a wet white cloth. If it were normal times, I would have made a joke, he looked like a bandit who robbed homes! But at this time, I could only pray to him with my hands together.
Can return successfully.
How could he, unable to breathe smoothly, fight against the Japanese invaders wearing gas masks? Innately, the Japanese invaders had an advantage.
But, as Commander Liu said, it is always people, not others, who determine the victory of a war.
Not only Luo Wenyu's main pass, the Japanese army launched a large-scale attack on the entire defense line.
For the first time, there was no fierce sound of gunfire on the entire Luo Wenyu front. Instead, there was only the harsh metal friction sound of blades clashing, and the heartbreaking sound of blades breaking through human bodies.
That almost eerie calmness recorded the largest hand-to-hand combat on the entire Great Wall defense line, and it was also the most brutal one.
Seeing Captain Liu Lang taking the lead, the soldiers on the battlefield jumped up and fought for their lives with the Japanese invaders. At least half of the soldiers even pulled off the towels covering their faces just to breathe easier and collect all the strength in their bodies.
With all his strength, he thrust the bayonet on the gun into the enemy's chest.
This is undoubtedly a thrilling hand-to-hand battle. Being protected by several soldiers and watching from a distance, I only hate that I am a woman and cannot follow behind Commander Liu Lang to kill the enemy. I can only use the pen in my hand to record the soldiers.
A heroic figure.
I saw the figure of the young soldier who coldly killed twelve Japanese invaders on the first night, but when he returned, he hugged the squad leader's body and cried like a child. He was very handsome. If he was in the city, , he should be the most ideal husband for all ladies.
But in this cruel scene, he was more like a lone wolf. I saw with my own eyes that two enemies rushed towards him on the left and one on the right, but he did not dodge and withstood the stabbing with a bayonet on his shoulder. The sharp 38 bayonet was dripping with blood and shining coldly on his back, but he used the military bayonet in his right hand to pierce the throat of another Japanese invader, and then turned the butt of the gun again, wearing a gas mask and reluctant to let go of his hand. The head of the Japanese invader with a rifle was smashed to pieces.
If I would be disgusted by seeing raw meat in normal times, I would definitely vomit, but at this moment, I actually feel that the red head mixed with white and black is the most beautiful flower dedicated to the brave warriors.
I also saw a lieutenant. He did not have a military rank on his shoulders, but I heard soldiers call him company commander. He was a very kind man. Although I have not interviewed him, he smiled kindly at everyone. I even felt that he had peeked at me and glanced at my breasts when he passed by me.
There is nothing to be shy about. If I could go back in time, I would even marry him and let him see as much as he can, because he is so young!