Peiping, Ziguang Depot, Baoqing squatted at the door, smoking a pipe and pot, the factory clerk Xiao Waizi came to hand over the car, and the two chatted about the war outside the city.
"Our 29th Army is really not a good one.
Ji Xingwen of the 37th Division.
Who is Ji Hongchang's nephew?
Could he be a coward?
In the middle of the night, he led a company of brothers, all with their backs bare, and swam through Yongding with a ghost-headed sword.
River, Ba Longma Temple The heads of the little devils were spinning, and they were crying for their fathers and mothers.
The head of Ji Tuan's long sword was even cut off, and he chopped off the heads of twenty-eight little devils by himself.
Myolie from the backyard was attracted.
"Is our loss big?"
Bao Qing asked worriedly.
The little crook deliberately played off, and waited for Xing'er to pour him a bowl of herbal tea made from ground tea leaves.
He tilted his neck to drink it, then wiped his mouth and continued to blow: "The men of the Broadsword Team are all good men who can be selected from a hundred, and they are very popular with old man Han Muxia."
The real biography, that’s a joke Yes, the broadswords are made of fine steel.
Ten copper plates are stacked together and cut in half with one cut.
Boss, tell me, no matter how hard this Japanese devil’s neck is, if he can cut it with copper plates, our broadsword team will not be hurt at all.
How many people are there?
How many people are coming back?"
"Tsk, tsk, awesome."
Baoqing became excited and shook the cattail leaf fan in his hand.
Xing'er also said: "With this strategy, little Japan will never be able to enter Peiping."
"That's necessary."
Xiao Waizi said.
Da Shuan also sang a children's song: "With the palms of the hands and the backs of the hands, little Japan is most afraid of the Big Sword Team."
An old man wearing a beige police uniform walked into the alley and shouted: "Baoqing, you are busy."
Baoqing's pipe smacked on the sole of his shoe, and he went up to him and said, "Inspector Wang, have you eaten?"
Inspector Wang took off his hat, and the inner edge of the police cap was stained with white flowers from sweat: "Baoqing, let me tell you something.
Each household is required to pay 100 catties of pie, so please do your best."
Bao Qing said: "It is to obtain military rations for the 29th Army."
Inspector Wang said: "That's not true."
Bao Qing said: "No need to say, I will pay for a hundred catties of cake."
Inspector Wang smiled and said, "You kid, you weren't as happy as this before."
Bao Qing rubbed his bald head and said: "In the past, when this commander fought against that supervisor, the Chinese were killing each other.
We didn't worry about it.
Now the men of the 29th Army are risking their lives to fight against the little Japanese.
How can we be a coward?"
If there is nothing left, if I can afford the big cake, I will give out another fifty pounds of watermelon to quench the thirst of the bosses and kill a few more little Japanese."
Everyone laughed.
Outside Wanping City, by the Yongding River, it was drizzling.
Ji Xingwen, the commander of the 219th Regiment, and his soldiers stood in front of a row of new graves, taking off their hats and saluting.
This is the graveyard of the soldiers who died during the assault on the bridgehead of the Yongding River Railway Bridge and the enemy position at Longma Temple the night before.
Of the one hundred and fifty men, only about sixty came back, and the rest were all killed in the enemy's lines.
None of the brothers were cowards, and they were all shot in the chest.
"Brothers, have a good journey."
Ji Xingwen spilled a bowl of wine on the ground, and the soldiers raised their guns and fired into the air to see off the martyrs.
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At the 29th Army Camp in Nanyuan, thousands of college students lined up on the playground.
This is the summer military training group for Peking college students.
The 29th Army has expanded rapidly in the past two years.
Zhang Zizhong’s 38th Division has five brigades and 11 regiments. , with a strength of 30,000, which is more than Japan's A-type division.
The entire 29th Army has a total of 100,000 troops.
The college students of the military training regiment lined up neatly in gray cloth military uniforms and stood motionless in the rain.
Chairman Chiang Kai-shek's thick Zhejiang accent came from the loudspeaker: "There is no distinction between north and south, no distinction between age and age.
No matter who you are, everyone has to resist and defend the soil."
Everyone should be determined to sacrifice everything."
After the training, Lin Wenlong and several classmates gathered together, and Yao Yilong conveyed the latest news to everyone: "Yan'an has decided to send 4,000 people to North China first, and the main force will be reorganized before setting off."
Everyone exchanged looks of joy, Lin Wenlong waved his fist and said: "When the Red Army arrives, the Japanese will definitely suffer."
Beitai, Jiangwan Villa, Chen Zikun and his wife listened to the leader's speech by the radio.
"It seems like there's really going to be a big fight this time."
Chen Zikun said.
Yao Yilei said: "What should we do?"
Jian Bing said: "Jiangbei is very close to Nanjing, so it should be very safe."
Lin Wenjing said: "I don't know how long the war will last, but it's better to prepare for a rainy day.
I suggest sending people to the southwest to buy some houses.
If the war spreads to Jiangbei, we will have a place to go."
Chen Zikun said: "From a pessimistic point of view, the Southwest may not be safe.
The Shanghai Concession and Hong Kong are relatively safe.
Eggs cannot be put in one basket.
You can choose for yourself.
Who goes to Shanghai and who goes to Hong Kong?"
Xia Xiaoqing said: "Where are you going?
I want to escape before fighting.
I can still win this battle against the Japanese but I am not weak.
I will fight them first.
If I can't fight, I won't go anywhere.
Anyway, I'm not going anywhere."
Just then Liu Ting came in and said that the Nanjing Military Commission urgently called Director Chen to Beijing to discuss military affairs and requested to arrive in the afternoon.
"Let the airport prepare the plane, I'll be there immediately."
Chen Zikun went back to the bedroom to change into military uniform.
Facing his slightly sagging figure and the fat on his waist in the dressing mirror, he couldn't help but sigh: "I'm getting old."
A little head stuck out of the door.
It was Yan'er.
The little girl was already twelve years old and was as beautiful and cute as Yao Yilei.
"Daddy, are you going to Nanjing?
Take me with you.
It's summer vacation and I haven't gone out to play yet."
Yan'er said.
Chen Zikun put on the thin woolen Verding military uniform and turned around and said, "Daddy has to go to work and I can't take you with him.
Don't you have to practice swimming every day?"
Yan'er came over to help her father arrange his armed belt and sword, and said coquettishly: "I want to go."
"Next time."
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Chen Zikun said perfunctorily.
Yan'er pouted and kept making trouble, but Yao Yilei came in and pulled her daughter away.
Chen Zikun rushed to the airport, arrived in Nanjing in the evening, and drove into the city.
A military meeting was held overnight.
Chiang Kai-shek, in the name of Commander-in-Chief of the Navy, Army and Air Force, ordered the national economy to be put on a wartime track, and central agencies and military industries began to move inland.
The central government also made a major decision, which was to open up the battlefield in Shanghai and carry out an all-out war of resistance.
The North China Plain was conducive to the movement of Japanese mechanized troops.
The water network in the south of the Yangtze River was dense, the lakes and swamps were scattered, the terrain was complex, and there were defense fortifications, which was beneficial to China.
Moreover, Shanghai was an international city.
In the city, Britain and the United States have many interests.
A war here can attract international attention and involve Britain and the United States.
The navy again proposed to blockade the Jiangyin Fortress so that Japanese warships on the Yangtze River had nowhere to escape.
In late July, Japan aggressively increased its troops in Pingjin and bombed Langfang.
The Japanese army issued an ultimatum, requiring the 29th Army to withdraw from Pingjin.
Song Zheyuan refused, and a larger-scale conflict was imminent.
The weather was extremely hot, and outside the Nanyuan Barracks was a vast expanse of green gauze tents.
The sentry on guard noticed something strange not far away, and hurriedly pulled the bolt of his gun and asked for a command.
The answer was a bullet.
The Japanese scouts had already touched the area, and gunshots rang out, signaling a surprise attack.
It turned into a forced attack.
A group of Japanese soldiers rushed out of the green gauze tent and rushed towards the barracks with rifles with bayonets in hand.
Six years ago, a group of Kwantung Army stormed the Beida Camp outside Shenyang City in this way.
Five hundred light infantry easily captured the Beida Camp guarded by ten thousand people.
Today, the North China Garrison also wants to repeat this scene.
However, it was not the Northeast Army that was stationed in Nanyuan, but the soldiers of the 29th Army.
The Chinese army, which had been waiting for a long time, put the Japanese army within 50 meters.
Machine guns and rifles fired in unison, and grenades flew out like raindrops.
The Japanese army suffered heavy casualties, leaving behind a group of soldiers.
The corpses retreated hastily.
The college students cheered and cheered.
This was their first time to participate in the battle and witnessed the arrogant and domineering Japanese soldiers being killed by guns.
The joy of victory made the enthusiastic male and female students sing a song: "Machete, chop on the heads of the Japanese soldiers." go" The soldiers of the 29th Army looked at this group of over-energetic student dolls in confusion.
They had just fought a small battle, why were they so excited?
An old squad leader in his forties took two puffs of dry cigarettes and said to the soldiers in the squad: "Little Japan never suffers losses.
It will definitely retaliate later.
It doesn't matter if we die.
These college students are all literary stars who have come to earth.
You must do it."
Protected."
The soldiers all nodded.
Half an hour later, more than a dozen black spots appeared on the horizon.
As they flew closer and closer, you could see the red plaster on the wings.
The old squad leader shouted: "Get down!"
The anti-aircraft machine guns began to fire, but they could not stop the bombing of Japanese planes at all.
Bombs fell on the barracks one after another, with flames and smoke billowing.
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The ammunition depot was detonated, the bunkers were collapsed, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties.
After dropping the bombs, the plane finally left.
Lin Wenlong climbed out of the dirt pile and looked around blankly.
There were broken walls and dense craters everywhere.
The body of a male classmate was lying next to him.
He had just taken a rifle and shot into the air, but He was hit in the head by shrapnel and died on the spot.
Lin Wenlong wanted to cry.
His comrade who was chatting and laughing just now was now bloody and dead in front of his eyes.
He could not accept this cruel reality.
There was a strange sound in the sky, and under the sharp whistle of "boom, hiss", the old squad leader rushed over and pinned Lin Wenlong underneath.
Artillery shells exploded not far away, and the Japanese army began to shell.
The preparations for the bombardment lasted for half an hour.
The ears of those who were bombed were ringing, and the casualties were increasing.
Lin Wenlong's eyes were red, and he asked the old squad leader: "Why don't you fight back?"
The old squad leader said: "Without cannons and planes, how can we fight back?"
Lin Wenlong was speechless.
He was an intellectual and knew the consequences of the collision between flesh and blood.
There was another roar, and several iron-shelled turtle cars drove over from a distance, with scarlet plaster flags planted on the cars.
"Enemy tanks," someone whispered.
The machine gun rang out and hit the iron plate of the tank, sending sparks flying and leaving it unscathed.
Behind the tank was a large group of Japanese soldiers crouching forward.
A Chinese soldier rushed over with a grenade, but was mowed down by a tank's parallel machine gun a few dozen steps away.
The open area was a stage for tanks, and there was infantry cover.
It was difficult for the 29th Army's existing methods to be effective.
An officer with a major general's badge hurried over and shouted: "Why don't the military training regiment withdraw?"
"If we don't withdraw, we are soldiers and we must die on the front line," a college student said solemnly.
The major general was furious: "It's not your turn to fight with your life and risk your life.
When will the soldiers die?
Come on, old camel, and take them away."
The army separated a battalion of soldiers to cover the withdrawal of the college students' military training group into the city.
The 29th Army continued to resist in place to delay the safe retreat of the college students.
Lin Wenlong did not recognize this major general, and it was many years before he saw his name on the martyrs' list. .
Lao Luotuo is the nickname of the old squad leader.
He and his brothers were ordered to protect Lin Wenlong and a dozen other male and female students back to the city.
The green gauze tent was full of scattered retreating units.
There were bombings from planes overhead, so they had to leave the road and take a path.
Lin Wenlong and others were walking one step at a time.
In the suburbs of Peiping at the end of July, there was no wind at all and the heat was suffocating.
Suddenly there was a noise in front of them.
When they walked over, they saw guards surrounding a man who was giving emergency treatment.
Help, the wounded man is covered in blood, his head was shot, and both eyes are blind.
He is probably dying.
"This is Deputy Commander Tong Linge."
A student recognized the wounded man from his collar badge as the deputy commander of the 29th Army.
Everyone took off their hats silently to express their condolences.
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They could not help much and could only leave in a hurry.
When they walked near Dahongmen, they met a group of defeated soldiers who had withdrawn from the front line.
They heard that the commander of the 132nd Division, Zhao Dengyu, was ambushed by the Japanese army and died. .
Lin Wenlong felt that his throat was fishy and sweet, and there was something stuck there.
He couldn't cry even if he wanted to.
He found a corner and sat down, staring blankly into the distance.
"If a young man is born, if the earthen pot is not broken away from the well mouth, the general will inevitably die in battle.
Please be more liberal."
The old camel sat next to him, took out his pipe, lit it, and smoked.
It was getting dark gradually, but it was still very hot
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