On the evening of November 26, a seven-car special train entered Baoding Station from the direction of Beiping. The train slowed down and entered the station. It did not stop there, but continued to drive slowly south. Soon it entered the right-hand fork and passed the railway.
The dedicated line entered the heavily guarded Baoding Military Station.
Zhang Yang, the director of the munitions department, had already led two assistants and the temporary first brigade commander Guo Sizheng, deputy brigade commander Miao Pingan, and more than ten generals including Cao Qizhi, deputy director of the 24th Army Field Hospital, lined up neatly to salute. Marshal Zhang Xueliang
Walking side by side with An Yi, under An Yi's introduction, he shook hands with the generals and commanders one by one. When it was finally the turn of Cao Qizhi, who was in his early forties, the young marshal stopped and politely asked how big the field hospital was? What is the size of the field hospital this time?
How many people were there?
Cao Qizhi was 21 years old. She studied in the UK and studied hard for nine years to obtain a master's degree in surgery. She was recommended by her tutor to work at the Elizabeth Hospital in Liverpool and has since settled in the UK. The day after the September 18th Incident, Cao Qizhi also joined many patriotic overseas Chinese.
Similarly, he went to the port to see off the Chinese delegation to Europe and the United States. After listening to An Yi's speech, Cao Qizhi was deeply affected and decided to leave the UK where he had stayed for 12 years and return to the motherland to serve the country. He took his wife and six-year-old daughter with him
After arriving in Nanjing, he was introduced by Vice President Ma of the Army General Hospital and began to serve as the Colonel and Vice President of An Yi's field hospital. At this moment, when he heard the gentle and handsome young marshal asking kindly, Cao Qizhi did not reveal any of his original prejudices against the young marshal.
, replied very politely: This time the field hospital has dispatched 75 doctors, 17 head nurses, and a total of 150 nurses and nursing staff to go north. It has a full set of medical equipment and surgical instruments, and can provide medical services at the same time.
Forty sick and wounded soldiers were provided with diagnosis and treatment services. After a day and a half of resettlement, two rows of large warehouses along the river have been converted into hospitals and can be put into use immediately. Currently, 473 sick and wounded soldiers have been sent from the battlefield in western Liaoning.
They all live in it.
Marshal Zhang Xueliang and several Northeastern Army generals who came with him looked at each other in surprise and asked to go to the temporary hospital to have a look.
An Yi did not agree immediately, but first sought Cao Qizhi's opinion.
Cao Qizhi said very frankly that except for the three operating rooms on the east side, there are other places where you can go. An Yi turned to apologize to the young marshal, and together with Cao Qizhi led the young marshal and others to the warehouse along the river in the south, two rows away
Tens of meters away from the tall and wide warehouse, you can smell the pungent smell of disinfectant. In front of the hospital converted from the warehouse is a flat open space of three-dimensional earth. The ground is clean. Doctors and nurses are coming and going in a hurry, talking to each other.
They kept their voices down at all times, and there was no noise at all. In front of the ward near the west, there were two big trees. More than a dozen lightly wounded people sat around, chatting in low voices, surrounded by military policemen wearing red armbands in groups of two.
Walking slowly, everything seemed orderly and very peaceful.
Under the guidance of Cao Qizhi, the marshal and the generals of the Northeast Army visited the well-equipped diagnosis and treatment area and the large pharmacy with an area of 170 square meters. Finally, they walked into the lightly wounded ward in the west to learn about Yang Jiuxiao’s anti-Japanese detachment.
The injured warriors paid condolences one by one.
An Yi followed Cao Qizhi and moved forward silently, nodding cordially and smiling to each injured soldier who was awake. Liu Qianshan and others following behind the young marshal not only greeted the wounded in low voices, but also seized the opportunity from time to time to look at each person carefully.
There was a hospitalization card hanging on the bedside of a hospital bed. When I saw a few familiar names, I couldn't help but shake my head and sighed secretly.
When he reached the end of the ward, An Yi suddenly stopped, raised his eyes from the hospitalization card hanging on the bedside, and slowly walked to the man who was lying on his back with a difficult smile on his face. He looked at him silently for a while, then lowered his head.
Greeting: "Lieutenant Colonel Sun Fu..."
"It's...Commander, my subordinates can't move, I'm sorry..."
Sun Fu, who had a thin face and sharp outlines, turned red and looked very labored under the excitement. The head nurse on the side introduced in a low voice, saying that Chief Sun had been shot in the chest and his right lung was punctured. He was unconscious due to excessive blood loss.
It took him thirty-five hours to survive, and he was able to manage to eat some liquid food this morning. This was the first time he spoke since he was admitted to the hospital.
An Yi patted Sun Fu's arm and gently sat on the edge of the bed: "I heard that Brother Ninth was hit by shrapnel in his calf, and a big bloody groove was opened on his head. He was limping with his head wrapped... He won't come back.
Forget about the treatment, the brothers are not allowed to report to the superiors, and they threaten to fire whoever reports, right?"
Sun Fu smiled miserably: "Commander, Ninth Brother has no choice but to let the brothers know that he is injured, and the team cannot do without him...Commander, please don't blame him, Ninth Brother may have a heart attack at this time."
I regret it. If he and a few old brothers had listened to Section Chief Ni's advice and not hastily drove away the two captured Japanese military trucks, the seven or eight Japanese planes would not have been able to find us, and they would not have been able to drop them all over the place.
Bombs... This battle was fought in Chaoyang. More than 700 enemies were wiped out in the city and outside the city. It took more than three hours to finish. After counting, 182 brothers were killed in the battle and suffered minor and serious injuries.
There were only less than 200 people in total. This was a rare victory since our Northeastern Army fought against Japan... But just because we were greedy for those two trucks, we hurriedly ran out for more than 60 miles thinking that it was safe. As a result,
In the end, it was bombed. No less than 200 brothers died and more than 300 were injured. The brothers suffered heavy casualties without even seeing the Japanese. You are a coward, commander... After hearing the news, my subordinates immediately
I fainted, and when I woke up here, I realized that Brother Ninth also lost the lottery. It’s really not worth it..."
An Yi shook his head sadly: "This is a cruel lesson, but I believe that the brothers will not make the same mistake again in the future. The anti-Japanese detachment has performed outstandingly over the past year and has made great achievements. It has been commended by the superiors many times and won the honor of all the brothers in the army."
We all know that the Northern Anti-Japanese Column is a heroic force, especially the great victory in western Liaoning. Everyone knows that the commander of this army, Yang Jiuxiao, is an anti-Japanese hero who is unyielding and upright, but you must not be proud.
Be complacent, let alone relax military discipline and combat regulations. One negligence of a commander may very well cost the lives of countless brothers under his command... Today is the first time I see you, and it is at this time and on this occasion.
I shouldn't have said these sad words, but I couldn't help but tell you anyway, because from the first day I led the army, I valued every brother's life as equally as my own."
"Commander... my subordinates understand..."
Sun Fu's eyes overflowed with tears. This strong man who had shed blood and sweat but never shed tears could not help but shed tears at this moment.
An Yi sighed slightly, held Sun Fu's hand, and whispered: "Okay, you should rest first. I estimate that I won't be able to visit you and the brothers during this time. I will take a cigarette after you recover from your injury."
Find me when the time comes, and we can have a good talk then, which may help you lead troops to fight in the future."
"As ordered..."
An Yi stood up slowly and found that the young marshal and other seven or eight generals had been standing silently aside, listening to the conversation between himself and Sun Fu. He couldn't help but smile apologetically and asked everyone to walk out of the ward together.
Not far away, the wounded soldiers holding their heads or wrapped in thick gauze obviously recognized the young marshal and the generals of the Northeast Army. They stood there one by one, trying their best to straighten their backs, with young eyes in their eyes.
, flashing with excitement.
The young marshal smiled at An Yi, walked over first, returned the salute to the wounded soldiers who saluted, glanced around, and finally walked up to a tall and strong young man, about 24 or 25 years old:
"I remember that you turned out to be a second lieutenant in the teaching team directly under me. During the graduation report performance at the martial arts hall last summer, I watched your riding and shooting performance. At that time, your instructor threw five wine bottles eighty meters away. You
Riding a fast horse and using a Murata carbine imitated by our own arsenal, we smashed four... Your name is Zheng Kailai, right?"
Zheng Kailai's eyes turned red. He called out to the young marshal and lowered his head to prevent everyone from seeing his sad tears. Everyone around him was also very sad. The marshal's nose was sore and he could not speak for a while. At this moment
, no one is more sad or painful than the young marshal, and no one is more sad than Zheng Kailai.
After an awkward silence for a long time, Zheng Kailai quietly wiped away his tears, suddenly raised his head, threw away the crutch he was leaning on in his right armpit, and took a deep breath:
"Young Marshal, when my subordinates dreamed of joining the Young Marshal's Guard, they were later transferred to the Military Police as a company deputy by the garrison. They still practiced hard day and night, always thinking that one day they would be able to join the Young Marshal's Guard. September 18th
That night, as soon as gunfire rang out in the north of the city, the subordinates and the brothers in the company were ready to go, but... the people on the top of the mountain refused to move, and there were no orders. The more than a thousand brothers stayed in the barracks, jumping up and down, with their hearts beating like knives. As a result,
In less than three hours, the Japanese army invaded. The commander, captain and other senior officers all ran away. Fear spread like a plague. Seeing that they would not be able to fight back, the subordinates led more than 30 people who had not escaped.
The brother fought his way out from the east side door, but before he could run fifty meters, he was mostly knocked down by the Japanese machine guns. His subordinate was shot in the lower abdomen and fell down. Thanks to the battalion deputy of the 3rd Guard Regiment, we all called him Seventh Brother.
It was he who led more than a dozen brothers to fight, rescued his subordinates and three other brothers who were shot, and fled to the Qu family compound to hide us. The seventh brother led the brothers to fight out again, saying that he could save more people.
One by one, but the next day... Uncle Qu told us after giving us medicine that the heads of Seventh Brother and dozens of brothers were chopped off by Little Japan and hung on the city gate... After the subordinates recovered from their injuries, they
He made up his mind to follow Ninth Brother and vowed to personally chop off a hundred little Japanese heads to avenge Seventh Brother. Until now, he has only cut off thirteen..."
The young marshal looked up to the sky and sighed: "Work hard, I believe you will get what you want."
"Young Marshal, if my subordinates are lucky enough to survive after beheading a hundred little Japanese, will the Young Marshal be willing to see his subordinates again?" Zheng Kailai bit his lip and asked with difficulty.
The young marshal was stunned for a moment, stared at Zheng Kailai's flushed eyes for a long time, nodded heavily, and replied in a low voice: "You are my brother!"
"Young Marshal... In this life and this life, you will always be my Young Marshal!" Zheng Kailai lowered his head again and cried silently.
All the men around him had wet eyes and were inexplicably moved. With tears in his eyes, the young marshal stepped forward and grabbed Zheng Kailai's arms and shook them. He bent down to pick up the crutch and gently placed it under his armpit. He released his hand and took a step back.
He suddenly turned around and walked towards the hospital exit without looking back. The generals hurriedly greeted Zheng Kailai and then chased after him.
An Yi glanced at the young marshal who was walking away, thought for a moment, and walked up to Zheng Kailai with a smile: "You have the guts! He is a man. I am proud that Seventh Brother and Ninth Brother have brothers like you."
"Commander..." Zheng Kailai apologized.
An Yi waved his hand: "You are right. How can a person live without his own ideals in this life? Take good care of your injuries and return to the young marshal when you are healed. He needs you and brothers like you. The Northeast Army is also doing this.
Because there are thousands of brothers like you, I have been famous for so many years and have eternal hope. I'm leaving, take care of yourself!"
"commander--"
An Yi smiled kindly and left. Zheng Kailai, who had just stopped crying, burst into tears again...