Chapter 151: The Battlefield Diary's Deep Line of Fire
Chapter 151 Battlefield Diary: Into the Line of Fire
There were indeed two balls of fire burning in Helen's beautiful eyes at this time. This American girl from across the ocean didn't want to hide her fiery enthusiasm at all. She traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to the unfamiliar China, and came to
The bloody battlefield was directed at the cold, handsome foreign man in front of him.
Looking at the cold and melancholy Chinese man in front of her, Helen's heart was melting step by step.
However, the pencil in Helen's hand did not pause at all, and moved quickly across the white paper. In less than a moment, Yue Weihan's portrait was permanently fixed on Helen's sketch pad. The man in the painting had a resolute face.
His profile is curved, his expression is cold, his eyes are melancholy, and the slightly downward curve of his mouth makes him look even stronger.
A few steps away, Yue Weihan was like a steel sculpture, standing coldly in front of the "Memorial Tablet for the Fallen Soldiers of the Death Battalion". At this time, Yue Weihan was completely immersed in his deep mourning and deep remembrance of the more than 500 officers and soldiers of the Death Battalion.
, completely unaware that Helen was sketching a portrait using him as a model.
Liu Yi lit three sticks of incense and handed them to Yue Weihan solemnly.
Yue Weihan took the incense stick, kowtowed three times and placed it in the incense niche in front of the memorial tablet. He immediately prayed loudly: "The souls of the brothers who died in the death camp are not far away: the National Government and Chairman Chiang Kai-shek have given you the highest honor. Following the Baoshan Camp
After that, your death battalion became the second battalion-level unit with an official designation in the national army’s battle order!”
"Moreover, your death battalion was praised by Chairman Chiang Kai-shek as the 'First Battalion of the National Army'. After this battle, the battalion flag will be awarded personally. This honor cannot even be compared with the original Baoshan Battalion. The Military Command Department has also limited
We have earmarked 100,000 yuan from our military expenditures as pensions for the death camps. Brothers, your heroic souls in heaven can rest in peace."
Liu Yi stood at attention and saluted, and solemnly said: "Brothers, have a safe journey!"
"Brothers, have a good journey!" Behind Liu Yi, the chief officers of each battalion and regiment stood at attention and saluted.
After the memorial ceremony was completed, Yue Weihan, Liu Yi and the chief officers of each battalion and regiment turned around and left the mourning hall. Helen also put away the sketch board and carefully took down the half-finished portrait. When Helen's beautiful eyes and
When the man in the painting looked at each other with melancholy eyes, he couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss the man's handsome chin.
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Zhao Xinyi, the major captain of the special agent team, turned back into a field reporter reporting to the Baoshan Brigade.
Under the escort of two guards, Zhao Xinyi walked through the dark and long tunnel to the Chengdong Railway Station.
If Xuzhou is the front line of the entire Anti-Japanese War, then Chengdong Railway Station is the front line of the entire Xuzhou battlefield. Even reporter Zhao, who knows little about military affairs, can guess that tomorrow's war will definitely start at Chengdong Railway Station.
, the focus of the Japanese attack will only be the Chengdong Railway Station!
At the Bayonet Battalion headquarters, reporter Zhao wrote the first battlefield diary of the Xuzhou Defense War: Going deep into the firing line.
On May 8th, the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China (1938), the weather was fine today, but the city of Xuzhou was already shrouded in the clouds of war. The five main divisions of the Japanese army, the 3rd, 5th, 6th, 9th, and 18th, were at
With the coordinated cooperation of the 5th Field Heavy Artillery Brigade and the Aviation Corps, they have approached the suburbs of Xuzhou, and the war is about to break out.
The situation this time is so bad and the disparity in strength between the enemy and ours is even worse than the Battle of Jiangpu!
The disparity in equipment is unique. Our army has neither aviation nor heavy artillery. The brigade artillery battalion only has a small number of small-caliber mortars, which can hardly provide fire support to the frontline infantry. The Japanese army not only has large-caliber field heavy artillery, but also has
With aerial bombers and tanks assisting in the battle, the situation has become extremely dangerous!
However, the officers and soldiers of the entire brigade, from the brigade commander General Yue Weihan down, had absolutely no fear of death or war.
More than 500 officers and soldiers of the Bayonet Battalion have all written suicide notes. Such feats are even better than those of the ancients carrying coffins on expeditions. Their strong integrity and courage are rare in ancient and modern times. With such brave soldiers, the position is worry-free.
Xuzhou has no worries, the Republic of China will never perish, and the Chinese nation will eventually win the final victory!
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Wuhan, Hankou Pier.
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the Xuzhou War is about to break out, Miss Zhao Xinyi's battlefield diary continues with a new chapter!" The newsboy was hawking along the street with a pocket full of newly printed declaration numbers. In less than a moment, the newsboy had more than a hundred in his pocket.
The newspapers had already been sold out, and many passers-by who had not bought the newspapers grabbed others and rushed to read them.
An elderly woman reached out and grabbed the young man next to her, and asked tremblingly: "Brother, tell me what is said in this newspaper? Is there any news about the death camp?"
"Death camp?" The young man's eyes suddenly focused and he said, "Auntie, why do you ask about this?"
The old lady said proudly: "My dog boy wrote a letter last time and said that he was serving as a platoon leader in a death camp."
"Your son is a platoon leader in a death camp?" The young man was immediately in awe when he heard this. He hurriedly turned to the fourth page of the newspaper and asked, "Mom, what is your son's name?"
The old lady said loudly: "My son's name is Wang Mu."
"Wang Mu!?" The young man suddenly looked sad.
On the fourth page of the newspaper, the young man found the word Wang Mu in the list of fallen soldiers published in installments. His position was indeed the platoon leader of the death camp!
The old lady asked with concern: "Brother, have you found my dog?"
"Found it." The young man held back his tears and said, "Look, aunt, this is the list of soldiers who have made meritorious service. Your son's name is on it. He has made great achievements! He is now a hero, a great hero!"
The old lady smiled happily and said: "Haha, my neighbor said the same thing."
After that, the old lady walked away tremblingly again. When passing by the anti-Japanese national salvation fund-raising office at the entrance of the big world, she took out ten silver coins from her arms with trembling hands, put them in without hesitation, and walked forward for another ten dollars.
After passing the corner a few steps, the old woman bent down and picked up a piece of white-faced steamed bun that was splashed with sewage from the roadside, wiped it again and then put it into her mouth.
Not far away, the young man burst into tears and immediately turned around and walked into the nearby recruiting office without looking back.
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Peking, Tsinghua Garden.
The old professor "sneakily" walked into the classroom. With a wink, two students had already left their seats and stood up, guarding the front and rear doors of the classroom. The remaining students immediately rushed up and rushed to the classroom.
The old professor gathered around and said with a smile: "Classmates, I brought you something good today."
After that, the old professor took out an engraved newspaper from the middle of his gown.
Although Peiping has fallen and the pseudo-autonomous government has completely become a lackey of the Japanese invaders. Here, almost all newspapers of the National Government are banned from printing, but in the dark, the major patriots, as well as the military commander, the Central Commander-in-Chief and the Communist Party of China
Underground offices still insist on printing and disseminating patriotic newspapers and magazines.
What the old professor brought this time was surprisingly the extra number that contained Zhao Xinyi’s latest battlefield diary "Into the Line of Fire". The students immediately started reading like travelers who had been thirsty for three thousand years. The students outside could not see it, so they asked the students inside
Speak the content out loud.
The old professor couldn't help but smile with relief on his face.
I think back then, when he chose to stay in Peiping and continue teaching, almost no one understood it. His former friends and students turned against him one after another, and even called him a traitor, a lackey, and a traitor. He tolerated it because the interests of the country and the nation were high.
Above all, in order to gather and guide the young students in the occupied areas, he was willing to bear the infamy for the rest of his life.
"Bang!" The closed classroom door was suddenly kicked open. When the old professor and young students turned around to look, they saw a group of Japanese military police rushing in like wolves. The two students guarding the door were anxious.
He stepped forward and tried to stop him, but was knocked to the ground by a Japanese military policeman with a rifle butt without any explanation.
Two military policemen strode forward and grabbed the old professor.
When the young students next to him were eager to step forward to save others, the Japanese military policemen came forward with their bright bayonets.
The old professor immediately realized that he had reached his end, and immediately shouted loudly: "Students, what is a country and what is a nation? It is better to die in war than to be a slave to the subjugation of the country! Classmates, it is time to put down the textbooks and go to the battlefield to get them
Take up arms and fight the invaders, classmates, you would rather die than become a slave to the subjugation of your country..."
The old professor was quickly taken away by the Japanese military police, and his impassioned voice gradually faded away, and finally could no longer be heard. But the young students all had tears in their eyes and their hearts were agitated. One of them had a dark face and a strong body.
The strong student suddenly clenched his fists and said with a ferocious expression: "I have decided to leave now. I want to go to Xuzhou."
Another student wearing glasses and looking gentle said: "I want to go to Shanxi to join the Eighth Route Army!"
Other students also expressed their opinions, some want to go south to Xuzhou, and some want to go to Shanxi to join the Eighth Route Army.
The student with a dark face said to the student with glasses: "Xiu Wen is a person who has great ambitions. You can't force it. Let's say goodbye!"
The glasses student still tried to persuade Li and Hei students, saying: "Jing Wu, I admit that the Baoshan Brigade is also a real anti-Japanese team, and General Yue Weihan is an admirable patriotic soldier, but the Nationalist Government is rotten to the core. With this,
There is no way out for our government, and only the Communist Party of China can save China!"
The student with a dark face waved his hands and said disapprovingly: "I, Gao Jingwu, have never cared about bullshit politics, and partisanship has nothing to do with me. It is worth destroying the country and the family, and when the nation is in danger, I just want to be like General Yue Weihan
The same soldiers kill Japs on the battlefield and kill more Japs, it's that simple!"
After that, Gao Jingwu turned around and left, followed by a dozen students with similar interests.
The student with eyes watched Gao Jingwu and a dozen other classmates disappear outside the door. He couldn't help but sigh. He looked back at the classmates behind him and said, "Let's go too. We really can't stay in Peiping for a moment."