Zheng Jiakang drank a bowl of porridge and left the house with a steamed bun in his mouth.
The arsenal has been extremely busy recently, and he, the chief technician of the firearms department, has been so busy that he can only sleep four hours a day.
When I walked out of my house in a daze, I saw a newsboy in front of me.
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the overseas Chinese in Japan revealed that Shunroku Hata is actually a drug addict."
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau in the Concession is helping the tyrants and refusing to release the eight hundred warriors of Sihang Warehouse."
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the Japanese Central China Front troops went north to gather in Fuyang. Mengcheng was surrounded by our people's army and was destroyed in a matter of seconds."
"Brother, newspaper seller, give me one." Zheng Jiakang took out a dime and handed it to the newsboy.
The newsboy took out a newspaper from his shoulder bag and handed it to Zheng Jiakang, then continued shouting.
When Zheng Jiakang unfolded the newspaper and was about to read it, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed many people running in a hurry in one direction. Almost without thinking, Zheng Jiakang followed the crowd and ran forward.
Turning the corner, Zheng Jiakang saw a dark crowd crowding the square in front of him.
Zheng Jiakang estimated that there were at least several thousand people gathered in the square.
Thousands of people, but not a single sound was made. Everyone held their breath and listened attentively.
Only then did Zheng Jiakang notice that almost everyone's eyes were turned to the telephone pole on the north side of the square, or, to be more precise, everyone's eyes were turned to the radio mounted on the telephone pole, because on the radio, the man named
A voice familiar to most Chinese people was speaking in a thick Ningbo accent.
"Once the war begins, the land does not distinguish between north and south, and people regardless of age or age. No matter who they are, they all have the responsibility to defend the land and resist the war. They must be determined to sacrifice everything and fight the Japanese invaders to the end. We can only sacrifice to the end and fight to the end.
Only with the determination to sacrifice everything can we win the final victory..."
"The Battle of Xuzhou is related to the overall situation of the Anti-Japanese War. Only victory is allowed, not defeat."
"All officers and soldiers participating in the battle at the front, from first-class generals to second-class privates, regardless of party affiliation, need to fight the enemy bravely to serve the country and the nation..."
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Almost at the same time.
Feicheng, the headquarters of the 2nd Regiment of the Wanzhong Advance Brigade.
Stone rushed into the barracks like the wind and shouted angrily at the forty or so recruits who were still secretly wiping their tears: "Hurry up, get to the square quickly, get to the square quickly, hurry up!"
The forty or so new recruits had blank faces.
Shitou kicked Liu Jin directly on the butt and kicked him out of the barracks.
Upon seeing this, the remaining forty or so recruits rushed out of the barracks in a hurry.
When they came to the square, they saw that most of the officers and soldiers of the whole regiment had gathered together. In the square, there were not only the officers and soldiers of their Central Anhui Advance Brigade, but also friendly troops from the Dameishan Independent Regiment. However, they saw that the square was filled with human heads.
It's still not bright yet, otherwise the Japanese would only need to throw an aerial bomb to kill a large area.
Liujin and the entire platoon of recruits were quickly attracted by the broadcast mounted on the telephone pole on the north side of the square.
Liu Jin easily recognized the voice speaking on the radio. That was Chairman Chiang Kai-shek.
No one needed to supervise him. All the officers and soldiers in the platoon consciously held their breath and began to listen carefully.
"All the officers and soldiers of the Wanchong Advance Brigade, all the officers and soldiers of the 32nd Group Army, all the officers and soldiers of the National People's Army on the entire Xuzhou battlefield, you only need to fight bravely to kill the enemy, and there is no need to worry about it. If you are not here, I will take care of your parents.
Your wife and children are raised by the country. When the War of Resistance is won, your names will be forever engraved on the Monument of Chinese Heroes, and they will be endlessly admired and remembered by future generations forever. Your will to die is fierce and your ambition is fierce.
It will also be immortal..."
Listening to the Mandarin words with a strong Ningbo accent coming out of the radio, Liujin felt as if he was hit by an electric current in an instant, and his whole body became numb, especially when he heard that your parents, I have raised you. When he said, "Your wife and children are supported by the country, Liu Jin's blood rushed straight to his forehead in an instant."
Damn it, as long as you have this sentence, death is worth it!
The broadcast continued: "The victory or defeat in the Battle of Xuzhou is related to the overall situation of the Anti-Japanese War, while the victory or defeat in the Battle of Feicheng is related to the victory or defeat in the Battle of Xuzhou. If Feicheng is defended, Xuzhou will be victorious. If Feicheng is lost, Xuzhou will be defeated! Wanzhong The advancing brigade was ordered to defend Feicheng in the face of danger. The officers and soldiers of the entire brigade were determined to die. I am very relieved and the people of the country are very relieved."
"There are more than 5,000 officers and soldiers of the Wanchong Advancing Brigade, and their names and places of origin are all recorded."
"There are more than 1,200 members of the Dameishan Independent Regiment, and their names and places of origin are also recorded."
"Whether you win or lose this battle, you are all heroes of the country and role models for the entire army. All officers and soldiers who participate in the battle, regardless of party affiliation, will each receive a reward of fifty French coins. Anyone who dies in battle, regardless of party affiliation, will receive a generous compensation of five hundred French coins." , the government should also provide generous compensation to the officers and soldiers who died on other battlefields, so as not to cause the heroes of our army to shed tears again after their bloodshed."
Hearing this, the more than 3,000 people in the square finally couldn't help it and started crying.
"Mom, mother, did you hear that?" Liujin knelt on the ground and shouted, "Even if I die in the battle, you can still get a pension of 500 yuan from the government. With these 500 yuan in legal currency, you can You no longer have to sew in the dark, go to the river to catch fish in the cold weather, or go hungry just to save food."
"Twee'er, Tweety, if my brother is gone, my mother will be taken care of by you."
"Flowers, flowers, take the money and find a good family to marry."
"Gouzi, daddy is gone. Remember, your daddy is not a coward. Your daddy died fighting a Japanese enemy."
"Dad, my son is in the military and cannot return home. I can only fulfill my filial piety to you in my next life..."
In an instant, the entire square was enveloped in a huge cry. Whether it was the officers and soldiers of the Wanzhong Advance Brigade or the officers and soldiers of the Dameishan Independent Regiment, they all burst into tears and looked at thousands of people like children. Xu Rui couldn't help but feel horrified and moved by the wailing soldier. The man didn't shed tears lightly, but he didn't feel sad.
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Liang Yixiao, Wu Qian came out of the pier and saw the square crowded with people at a glance.
At this moment, whether it is a fruit vendor, a crawling beggar, a passenger carrying a suitcase, a policeman holding a baton, a gentleman holding a civilized stick, or a white-collar worker carrying a briefcase , whether they were gorgeous social butterflies or young and immature students, they all held their breath and listened attentively.
The broadcasting power at Hankou Pier is 30 watts, and the volume is enough to spread throughout the square.
Liang Yixiao, Wu Qian heard the strong Ningbo local accent from the radio.
"A country, a country, only a country has a home. If the country dies, how can the home be safe?"
"As the saying goes, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. In this critical moment, the vast number of Chinese people should abandon their ego and stand up. Students should follow the example of Han Banchao and join the army."
"One inch of mountains and rivers, one inch of blood, one million young people and one million troops."
"As long as the youth does not die, the country will not be destroyed and the nation will not be destroyed!"
"Businessmen should also donate generously and unite as one to tide over the difficulties together."
"Even with the small strength of an individual, one can form a mighty river, and with the fierce ambition of 450 million people, there is no need to worry about the annihilation of the thieves and bandits. China is so majestic, so glorious, China, five thousand
The civilization of the Han Dynasty continues to this day, and we firmly believe that it will never be cut off today, and the Chinese nation will eventually win the war of resistance!"
After the broadcast, the crowd, which had been completely aroused, rushed towards the exit of the pier and the donation office set up at the exit of the pier, enthusiastically donating money and materials. Wu Qian saw with his own eyes that he had no legs and could only lie down.
The beggar who was paddling forward on the scooter donated half of the dime he collected.
Liang Yixiao saw the two flamboyant socialites taking out a thick pile of French currency from their exquisite little bags and putting them into the donation carton without hesitation. In an instant, tears welled up in Liang Yixiao's eyes.
When she came out, she covered her mouth, trying her best to suppress herself from crying.
Liang smiled and remembered that He Shuya once told her that if a country, a nation, even beggars and prostitutes come forward and are willing to devote all their money to fund the country's war of resistance, then this country will definitely not perish.
The nation will eventually rise again.
With tears in his eyes, Liang Yixiao saw a father and son walking over.
The young children were obviously attracted to the toys in the street window and refused to move forward after looking at the toy gun in the window.
"Dad, dad, this is the toy gun I told you, I want this." The child pointed at the window and cheered.
The young father looked at the price tag of the toy gun, then looked at the donation office not far away, and subconsciously clenched his hands.
"Dad, please buy it for me quickly." The child raised his head and looked at his father with big, clear eyes, full of hope.
The father sighed, squatted down and hugged the child and said, "Xiaobao, father has a better idea. This toy gun is actually fake. It can't kill the Japanese. How about we use the money to buy a real gun?"
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"Okay." The child nodded heavily and said in an arrogant tone, "Then buy a real gun."
"But Xiaobao, you are too young and don't know how to use a gun. Why don't you give this gun to the soldiers on the front line and let them use your gun to fight the Japanese?"
"Okay." The child was already on the verge of tears, but he still nodded sensibly.
"Don't cry, little baby." The young father touched the child's little head and said, "When you get home, my father will make you a small wooden gun. You can use the small wooden gun to practice your marksmanship. When you have perfected your marksmanship, you will
When you grow up, then take back the real gun you bought, and then take your own gun and actually go to the battlefield to fight the Japanese, okay?"
"Okay." The child stopped crying immediately and said, "I want to grow up quickly."
"Xiaobao is so good." The father kissed the child's face, then led the child to the recruitment office, took out his wallet and donated all the money.
