The two talked for a while, and it was already dawn, when the fat man ran from outside panting, looking tired, and it seemed that he had not slept all night.
"Report to the brigade, after the all-night work of us and the brigade health team, the bodies of the martyrs have been cleaned, and now they are all placed in the brigade headquarters health team."
The fat man gave a military salute and said solemnly.
Hearing this, Zhou Wu immediately ordered all the officers at the brigade headquarters to go to the brigade health team to attend the memorial service, and the fat man agreed, turned around and left.
Zhou Wu and Ding Ning rushed to the brigade health team, and the other officers were almost there.
At this time, in an open space in front of the brigade headquarters medical team, the sacrificed soldiers were densely placed, and their bodies were placed on stretchers, looking like white graves.
Zhou Wu estimated that there were probably nearly a thousand brothers sleeping here in the battle last night.
He led all the officers to take off their hats one by one in front of these brothers to mourn, and explained to Ding Ning that he would personally supervise the aftermath of the funeral.
In the end, Zhou Wu donated a month's salary on the spot as a sacrifice pension, and his officers also rushed to donate a lot of money when they saw him doing this.
Fatty, Zhao Lijin is even more desperate, and the two of them donated half a year's salary, which caused Ding Ning to do ideological work for the two of them.
"You two have donated half a year's salary, and your family members are going to drink the northwest wind."
The fat man smiled and said, "We are all dead people, I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, and my father at home is not short of these two money."
Chief of Staff Ding, you can get it for us, these brothers' families must not be easy. ” Ding Ning couldn't say anything after hearing the fat man's words, so he was ready to report to the above, and when the pension arrived, he would send it to the families of these brothers along with these donations.
After Zhou Wu saw these brothers, he silently took a sapper shovel and dug a pit in the open space, and then all the soldiers present dug the pit in unison.
The fat man had a nimble mind, and when he saw this battle, he immediately called a communication soldier and asked him to go to the regiment to find some manpower and tools.
Soon, the manpower was all there, and everyone worked together to dig a big hole.
Zhou Wu asked for a bottle of wine and placed the devil's head in front of the remains of these brothers.
He poured a bowl and sprinkled it on the sacrificed brothers.
"Brothers, this glass of wine is for all the officers and men of the Independent Brigade.
Without you, there would be no victory of the Independent Brigade today, and it is you who have kept our Independent Brigade and the Great Shanghai. ” After speaking, Zhou Wu poured another bowl and said: "This cup is for me Zhou Wu to respect you, you are all my good brothers."
One of them saved my life, and I, Zhou Wu, received the love of this brother, and I had no way to repay it, but to kill more Japanese criminals to repay him. ” "Today, I, Zhou Wu, swear here, I'd rather die than be a traitor, I'd rather die, and do something like betraying my ancestors, otherwise heaven and earth will be punished together, and I won't die a good death."
"Brothers, farewell, may you be blessed by the spirit of heaven to protect China from death and expel the Japanese invaders as soon as possible."
Zhou Wu poured three bowls of wine one after another, and at this time, those officers also poured wine together, and everyone did not speak, but spilled the wine on the ground to see off the brothers.
After that, Zhou Wu ordered the bodies of the brothers to be put into the pit in turn, and after all were placed, he picked up the sappers to shovel the soil, and everyone silently started to cover the soil together.
There was no sorrow, no wailing, only the rustling of the earth and the rare silence of the bloody battlefield in the early autumn morning.
A large mound soon rose on the flat ground, which was the grave of a thousand warriors of the Independent Brigade.
Zhou Wu erected a tombstone written by him himself in the middle of the tomb.
In September of the 26th year of the Republic of China, thousands of warriors of the Independent Brigade died heroically in the battle against the Japanese invaders.
Although the body is dead, the heroic spirit lasts forever, and the spiritual fighting spirit will always remain in the heart.
For the country, move forward bravely, for the people, without hesitation, the name of the martyr is immortal The payment is all the officers and men of the Independent Brigade.
By the time he returned to the brigade command post, it was almost noon, and Ding Ning was very busy handling the aftermath of the bereavement pension.
After Zhou Wu simply arranged for the regiment commanders to deploy positions, he lay down on the marching bed at the brigade headquarters and fell asleep.
Slowly, Zhou Wu seemed to have returned to Nanjing, and this time Nanjing was obviously wrong.
It has become a battlefield of blood and fire like Shanghai Luodian, with ruins and dead bodies everywhere.
Zhou Wu's heart instantly rose to his throat, and he hurriedly ran to his home in the city, but the cozy courtyard was gone, turning into a pile of burning rubble.
He couldn't find his parents everywhere, he couldn't find his wife and son, and he went crazy digging through the rubble with his hands, trying to find the bodies of his relatives in the rubble.
As a result, after digging for a long time, nothing was dug up, Zhou Wu was desperate, and shouted at the sky: "God, why did you do something to me like this, sorry for my conscience?"
Zhou Wu beat his chest and cried, the sky was full of snow, and the pale blood covered the bloody land of Nanjing looked so thrilling.
"Little devil, I, Zhou Wu, will never die with you," Zhou Wu roared angrily.
"Travel, Travel, what's wrong with you" Zhou Wu's nightmare was woken up by Ding Ning, and after waking up, he repeatedly confirmed that it was a nightmare, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Brother Ding, what's the matter with such a hurry, the devil is coming up" "No, the devil didn't come up, I just got the news that our independent brigade is going to be reorganized again."
"Ah, why do you have to toss again, is this time big or small" After Zhou Wu experienced the baptism of blood and fire, he no longer cared about fame and fortune, and the only requirement was to be able to go to the front line and kill devils.
"It's not clear how it is compiled, but I heard from a classmate of mine who is a staff officer in the military department, and he said that the documents will come down in the next two days, let me give you a briefing first."
Ding Ning said.
"Well, thank you for that classmate."
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Zhou Wu smiled, nonchalantly.
Since the Japanese army increased its troops in Shanghai in late August, it has successively landed at multiple points and attacked on all fronts, but it has not achieved the desired results.
It's been a month and a half, and they basically haven't taken much advantage except for annihilating a few miscellaneous divisions of the national army and occupying a few docks.
Baoshan, a strategically important place on the outskirts of Shanghai, has changed hands several times, and is currently in a state of see-saw with the national army.
And due to the elongation of the battle line, there were problems with morale, supplies.
Coupled with the constraints of some slow-moving factions in China, all kinds of problems caused Matsui, the supreme commander of the Japanese Shanghai Dispatch Army, to lose his temper.
Especially in the past two days, the two wings repeatedly attacked the east and west flanks of Luodian, not only did they fail to capture them, but they also lost one wing in vain, and even the east wing of Luodian that they had just occupied.
Matsui had a good classmate at the Japanese Army Headquarters who told him that if he couldn't get Shanghai in mid-October, he would face the possibility of changing generals.
Matsui is a person with a good face, if he is really removed halfway, it is estimated that he will not have the face to continue to mix in the military world for the rest of his life.
Previously, it was these army militants who made wild remarks, saying that as long as they were given 300,000 troops, they could solve the Chinese problem within three months.
However, it has been almost three months now, and the Imperial Japanese Army, which claims to be invincible in Asia, is still wandering back and forth at the mouth of the Yangtze River and the Huangpu River.
Thinking of this, Matsui was so angry that he removed several wing captains one after another, scolding people every day, and scolding the devils and senior officers who came to the meeting didn't dare to take a breath. t1706231537: