"Are you from the 88th Division?" The officer who introduced himself as Wu handed Liu Yangyang a cigarette, and then said, "We are all stragglers who have been withdrawn from various units, and we are not allowed to leave at Yijiang Gate, so we people want to
If we can fight the Japs here until the 36th Division guarding Yijiang Gate leaves, we will have a chance to leave the city." The officer surnamed Wu's words were quite sincere, but Liu Yangyang's eyes clearly showed that he was not interested.
, he doesn’t want to be used as cannon fodder by others anymore.
"You want us to join the gang? But there are only three of us and we don't have much ammunition. I'm afraid we can't help." Liu Yangyang came here just to inquire about the 88th Division and didn't want to be in the city with these guys.
He was fighting in the street with the Japanese army, so Liu Yangyang directly refused the officer surnamed Wu's solicitation. "Let's go, get out of here, a bunch of fools." Liu Yangyang called Tangcheng and Jiujin to leave the street with a swagger, following the Juma, but the Sichuan army's
Those people also chased him out.
"Sir Liu, where are you going? Can you take us with you?" Shan Wazi learned from Shan Wazi that Liu Yangyang and Tang Cheng had killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in head-to-head combat. The Sichuan Army men immediately felt that they were the only ones who followed Liu Yangyang.
It was the safest, so they chased after Liu Yangyang and the others after they left. "My surname is Ma, everyone calls me Ma Lao Ma, and the brothers call me Yao Shu. I know you want to go out, and I hope you can take us with you."
These people." The Sichuan Army veteran introduced himself, but Liu Yangyang did not express any opinions, so the two groups merged into one team.
Liu Yangyang and the others only have three people, but they have all the weapons and ammunition. The Sichuan Army Yaoshu and the others have 14 people, but they only have 6 rifles and the shell gun in the hand of the Sichuan Army boy. The shriveled bullet bag on his body obviously doesn't have many bullets. If it weren't for
Seeing that Uncle Yao of the Sichuan Army was an eye-catching person, Liu Yangyang might not agree to join them at all. A helmet on the battlefield might be able to protect your head from being turned into a watermelon by enemy bullets, but a gun
But it allows you to shoot the enemy and save your own life. The condition of the weapons of these Sichuan soldiers made Liu Yangang frown again and again.
"Follow me, let me get you some guns and bullets to defend yourself first." Liu Yangyang led everyone back to the bar where they had just exchanged fire with the Japanese army. Not only the dozen Japanese soldiers died here, but also
The four Japanese soldiers Liu Yangyang wanted to rescue. The fierce battle consumed Liu Yangyang and Tang Cheng a lot of physical strength. When they left here, they just took away the grenades from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, but ignored the grenades on the corpses.
rifles and bullets, because Liu Yangyang found that in street fighting, machine guns and shell guns were far more effective than rifles.
The bar seems to be a place that has been completely forgotten. What was it like when Liu Yangyang and the others left, and what it is like now. The rifles dropped next to the corpses of the Japanese soldiers are not lacking as are the bullets. 4 Mauser rifles, 140 rounds
The bullets made the Sichuan troops beam with joy. Compared with the outdated old sleeve rifles in their hands, the Mauser rifles in their hands simply gave them a magical feeling like flying in the clouds.
"It's a good gun. If our Sichuan Army had such a thing, we would still be chased and beaten by the little devils in Shanghai." Pulling the bolt, Uncle Yao of the Sichuan Army greedily smelled the smell of gunpowder emanating from the barrel of the gun, his eyes always
I couldn't help but shed tears. During the battle in Shanghai, the Sichuan Army had the worst weapons and equipment among all the participating troops. The Sichuan Army repeatedly applied to the Songhu Theater Zone for compensation of ammunition and supplies, but was always suppressed by the superiors.
From this incident until the massive retreat of the defeated troops in the Battle of Shanghai, the Sichuan Army still looked like beggars. No wonder Yao Shu of the Sichuan Army cried.
Tang Cheng, who was watching the Sichuan Army laughing and crying from a distance, suddenly realized that he seemed to have changed a lot. From being sentimental, he became hard-hearted. When he saw the Sichuan Army's Yao Shu, his head was half white, he was still crying like a child, but Tang Cheng had no nose at all.
I didn’t mean to be sour. Looking at the thin and hunched back of Uncle Yao of the Sichuan Army, Tang Cheng seemed indifferent. He didn’t know what had happened to him, how could he become so indifferent. If it had been in the past, Tang Cheng would have been this long ago.
There were tears in his eyes or he was crying. Maybe when Robert passed away and was cremated, he had already cried all his tears. Tang Cheng finally found a reason for himself to be able to live with it.
The reason is not important. What is important is that Tang Cheng has found a reason for his change. This is enough. He squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. Tang Cheng suddenly walked forward quickly carrying his flower machine.
Go. Liu Yangyang, who was talking in a low voice with the Sichuan army, couldn't help but look up at Tangcheng. When he saw clearly the building vaguely protruding in front of Tangcheng, Liu Yangyang smiled, and what appeared in his sight should be
It was a church, and Liu Yangyang recognized the cross sign on the building.
In Europe, Christian churches are often the most magnificent buildings in a town, but in China, Christian churches are not very grand and tall. There are different opinions on the reasons for the prevalence of Christianity in China. Some theologians and historians are very interested in it.
Going back to the basics, in Tang Cheng's view, religious belief is nothing more than a kind of spiritual support, an ideological pillar for people to overcome difficulties when facing the shortcomings of reality. If you believe, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you will have nothing. When a person is always in a dilemma that he cannot extricate himself from,
Life is painful, and faith may become his only reason for living.
After Mo walked for about ten minutes, the church that Tang Cheng saw from a distance appeared in front of Tang Cheng. Maybe it was Tang Cheng's subconscious. Standing in front of the church, Tang Cheng compared this place with Robert's church in Shanghai. The result of the comparison was
Naturally, the church in Shanghai is better than this one, because it was once the home of Tang Cheng and Robert. As he had to do before entering the church in Shanghai, Tang Cheng put the flower organ on his shoulder, took off the helmet on his head, and arranged it.
He put on his clothes and finally opened the church door with anxiety.
Walking into the church's porch, the gray arches and walls immediately gave people a sense of solemnity. Tang Cheng couldn't help but slow down, and only the sound of Tang Cheng's footsteps echoed in the empty church. This church did not
The church that Robert built in Shanghai is so grand, and the narrow and long main hall even makes people feel cramped. The two rows of back benches extend from the entrance to the front altar.
It is enough to accommodate about a hundred people. Tangcheng can completely imagine the crowded scene when worshiping, weddings or baptisms are held here.
There were only a few people sitting scatteredly on the church benches. When Tang Cheng opened the door and came in, these people in civilian clothes all turned around and looked at Tang Cheng. This somewhat surprised Tang Cheng. He didn't know if this was the case.
Some people will come to the church to pray. Some of these people bow their backs and hold their heads, some look at the statue of Christ with their hands clasped together, and some just sit with their straight bodies and expressionless faces, and without exception, there are people in the empty seats around them.
Put a suitcase or luggage.
Tang Cheng did not put his weapon at the door, but walked forward with his weapon loaded, until he reached the second row of benches. Tang Cheng stopped, and everyone else in the church had already been
Tang Cheng stood behind him. He moved to the right side and sat down against the wall. Only then did Tang Cheng notice that the statue of Jesus enshrined in the altar in front of him was not his usual "Crucifixion". The Jesus here was wearing a white robe.
The peaceful and kind eyes spread out his arms, as if he wanted to spread blessings all over the world. For Tang Cheng, who had just returned from the bloody battlefield, this was the embrace of God's love, a harbor that could shelter from the storm, and that could atone for the sins of the world.
A sacred place.
Between the lower edge of the dome and the upper part of the arch columns are two rows of windows that are not completely connected together. However, most of their stained glass has broken and fallen off. When a ray of sunlight shines into the church through the broken windows, a magical halo effect suddenly appears.
The appearance in Tangcheng also shrouded the entire church in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere. There was no roar of planes and tanks, no roar of artillery fire, and no screams of pain. Such a special environment made
Tang Cheng's mind quickly calmed down. For a moment, he even forgot about his battlefield experience in the past two months, his comrades who died in various ways, and the enemies who were shot by him.
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However, just a moment later, the unbearable scenes were still swirling in Tang Cheng's mind like a revolving lantern. He raised his head and looked straight ahead. The snow-white statue of Jesus stood quietly on the altar. He half-opened his eyes.
He was neither surprised nor sad. He looked at the bloody killings in this world with an all-embracing mind. His open arms had a downward angle starting from the shoulders, which just showed God's compassion for mortals. Tang Cheng loosened his fingers and clenched them tightly.
Then he put his forehead on the back of the bench in front of him, placed his hands clasped on his knees, and closed his eyes tightly.
Liu Yangyang and others who had followed stood at the door of the church, looking at the thin figure in front of them. Except for Liu Yangyang, no one else knew why Tangcheng came to the foreign monk's temple. Are they praying for themselves?
Liu Yangyang raised his lips. He remembered that Tang Cheng was an unbeliever. Everything on the battlefield was full of chance. Not believing in God did not mean that he would die before others. After several months of fierce fighting, he died on the battlefield.
There were countless soldiers on board, and Liu Yangyang didn't think it would be useful for Tang Cheng to improvise.
After staying in the church for about ten minutes, Tang Cheng silently got up and walked out. When he met Liu Yangyang and the others at the door of the church and stopped for a while, Liu Yangyang noticed that although Tang Cheng's mental outlook at this time was not completely new, it was gloomy.
The ingredients were somewhat lighter. From Liu Yangyang's point of view, Tang Cheng seemed to have completely let go of some things in his heart, which was good. Tang Cheng was getting closer and closer to becoming a qualified soldier.