Commander Chen Shou and Commander Chen Qilin both gave speeches.
They were nothing more than soldiers of our generation, and they only had lofty words such as shrouding their bodies in horse leather to serve the country.
The final speaker was General Chen Zikun.
Chen Zikun came on stage and saluted the audience first.
Jiangdong Army is his family background, and the students of Jiangdong Military Academy are his heart and soul.
These best young people in Jiangdong Province are about to go to the battlefield.
What awaits them is blood and blood.
The test of fire, the cruelty of war, I don’t know how many people can survive.
"Everyone wearing military uniforms on this stage, including my adjutant, is all named Chen.
I think you might as well call them Chen Jiajun."
Chen Zikun actually made a joke in his first sentence.
There was a chuckle, and the soldiers' tense nerves relaxed slightly.
Chen Zikun's face straightened and he said: "You are about to go to the Songhu battlefield.
You all know what China has been like over the years.
I won't say more.
When charging on the battlefield, remember to bend down.
When subordinates meet their superiors, Don't salute.
I'll give you two final words.
When things are difficult, you need to be bold.
We meet on a narrow road."
At this point, he paused and looked up at the 10,000 soldiers in the audience.
"The brave prevails."
The 10,000 soldiers of the new division let out an overwhelming roar.
Military music sounded, and General Chen Zikun, on behalf of the Military Committee, awarded the military flag and new designation to the new division, the new model 17th Division of the Army of the Republic of China.
After the flag-giving ceremony, the 17th Model Division immediately went to the battlefield.
Even a well-equipped unit like Chen Jiajun was not fully mechanized.
Only officers above the regiment had cars.
Battalion commanders and company commanders rode horses, artillerymen rode trucks, and infantry only had cars.
Able to march on foot.
The troops marched along the Central Street of the provincial capital and drove majestically towards the pier.
The shops on both sides of the street all hung national flags with blue sky and white sun on the ground.
Citizens were bustling and watching the national army march out.
Children in the arms of adults also waved the national flags.
To encourage the soldiers: "Kill more little Japanese."
There are also many uncles and aunts wiping away tears.
Their children are in the queue.
They are blind on the battlefield.
Who knows if we will see each other again.
Liu Cunren's family is also standing on the roadside, looking forward to it, hoping to be in the queue.
I saw my son.
My son is already twenty years old.
Before he finished middle school, his eldest sister asked him to be sent to the Jiangdong Army Officer School.
This boy was naughty since he was a child, but he has become more stable after becoming a soldier.
Now he is a warrant officer and deputy platoon leader of the National Army, and he will be a platoon leader in the future.
General's.
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Liu Xiaoyong's company came over.
It was an ordinary infantry company.
The company commander walked in front on horseback, followed by a machine gunner carrying a Maxim heavy machine gun and a group of infantry.
Liu Xiaoyong walked in the queue with great force. , seeing his parents, siblings standing on one side of the street, he smiled and waved, then strode away.
The team set off and calm returned to Central Street.
Liu Cunren's family returned home with small flags.
Liu's mother was in a daze and didn't even cook.
She asked from time to time: "Her father, do you think Xiaoyong will be injured?"
" Liu Cun said with relief: "Jiangdong's army is well-trained, no worse than the Japanese.
Xiaoyong will be fine."
In fact, he didn't understand military affairs, so he was just guessing out of thin air to reassure his family.
Suddenly there was a ring at the door outside, and Liu Ting came in.
The old couple took their daughter and chatted again, and finally mentioned Liu Ting's marriage: "You are really not young.
You are not married in your thirties.
Your eldest sister's Children can make soy sauce. ” Liu Ting's ears were already ringing from what she heard, and she smiled and said: "Everyone has their own way of living.
I'm not married, but I have a son.
Didn't Xiaonan call you grandpa and grandma?"
Liu Cunren said: "After all, they are not biological.
Besides, the surname is Chen.
What is going on between you and Director Chen?
It has been delayed for so long.
You are not in a hurry, and neither is he."
Liu Ting said: "Why are you anxious?
This is good.
It's better than being an aunt anyway."
The daughter was stubborn, and the couple had no choice but to hope that Chen Zikun would know how much his daughter had sacrificed and treat her better.
The brothers from the 2nd Battalion and 3rd Company of the 1st Battalion of the Model Division got on a mechanical ship transporting coal.
Soldiers and supplies were being transported to Shanghai from all over the country.
It was their blessing to be on the ship.
I heard that soldiers from Sichuan Yungui I have to walk all the way to Shanghai on my own two feet.
The hatch of the bulk carrier was open, and the soldiers were sitting on the ground, playing cards, smoking, bragging, and farting.
The roar of machines covered the voices of people talking.
It was extremely hot in August, and the bilge was filled with the smell of sweat and vomit.
Liu Xiaoyong was an officer, so he could He went on deck to rest and get some fresh air, but he was the deputy platoon commander and had to lead by example with his brothers.
The ship arrived at an unknown pier, and the soldiers disembarked to eat.
The division headquarters' logistics office set up several large pots on the shore to cook thick porridge, which was extremely hot.
The soldiers took turns to use tea jars and lunch boxes to eat, and squatted on the ground regardless of the heat.
Mouth, blowing and eating at the same time, the commander blew the whistle before finishing the meal.
The soldiers were very fast.
Each company only had five minutes to eat.
They had to quickly make room for the next group of brothers to eat.
After eating half full, the troops boarded the ship again and moved forward.
It was already dawn the next day when they arrived at the Xiaguan Pier in Nanjing.
The brothers disembarked sleepily and boarded the train amid whistles and orders.
The carriage drove to the Songhu battlefield without stopping.
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The Nationalist Government in Nanjing set up a wartime organization, the Supreme National Defense Conference, and organized a base camp to unify the command of the Anti-Japanese War.
The whole country was mobilized and invested in the anti-Japanese and national salvation.
Along the railway, people ate pots of pulp and spontaneously visited the soldiers on the military trains.
Shanghai The Ningxia Line was extremely busy, and all passenger transportation was suspended.
Trains carrying soldiers and ammunition rushed to the battlefield.
The door of the tanker truck was open, and the soldiers crowded at the door, looking curiously at the Bofors anti-aircraft gun pulled on the flatbed truck.
There was a road under the railway embankment.
I didn't know which troop was advancing on foot.
They were wearing straw sandals and leggings.
Wearing a gray cloth military uniform and carrying Hanyang products, Liu Xiaoyong waved to them, and they also greeted the friendly troops on the train.
The train stopped moving when it reached near Suzhou.
The air control was in the hands of the Japanese.
They had to get off the train and move forward on foot.
The soldiers folded branches and put them around their hats as cover.
They moved forward in column.
When they were hungry, they ate some dry food.
No matter how tired or sleepy they were, the train stopped moving forward.
Don’t be left behind either.
The next morning, we finally arrived near Shanghai.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the roar of airplanes could be heard from time to time.
An open space on the roadside was stained with blood and riddled with bomb craters.
It was said that a regiment of the Sichuan Army lined up here yesterday for pre-war mobilization. , was discovered by Japanese planes, and dropped a bunch of bombs, killing most of them without even seeing the enemy.
The Model Division was incorporated into Chen Cheng's Fifteenth Group Army and stationed in Zhabei.
The troops advanced along both sides of the road, with bullets loaded and ready to fight at any time.
Both the enemy and ourselves were fighting intermittently.
The inner lines were not safe.
There were broken walls and ruins everywhere.
Flames and black smoke, in the telescope, Japanese reconnaissance balloons hung in the sky, guiding the artillery and warships.
Whenever artillery shells hit, the brothers would lie down and hide, and then shake off the dust and move on after the bombing was over.
What they took over was the position of the 18th Brigade of the Sixth Division.
The friendly forces suffered heavy casualties and all their structures were destroyed.
Only a hundred or ten people were evacuated alive.
The brothers of the model division silently watched the friendly forces stagger and leave in disgrace.
In the provincial capital The pride of the military parade was all forgotten, and everyone's expressions were solemn.
Shortly after entering the position, the Japanese shelling and bombing began.
The cruisers on the Huangpu River used large-caliber naval guns to shoot at the Nationalist position.
Every time a shell fell, the ground trembled, and the window glass of the surrounding houses had long been shattered. , and the tree trunks were burnt black.
The sky was filled with Japanese planes like flies, strafing and bombing unscrupulously, as if they were in an uninhabited land.
The model divisions had conducted air defense drills before and knew how to defend against air attacks, but they still lost many people.
The brothers all started scolding the air force for having nothing to gain and killing and injuring dozens of people before even seeing the Japanese.
Liu Xiaoyong was also angry about how this war was fought.
This was China's sky, so why were Japanese planes allowed to run rampant?
Suddenly, two bi-wing fighter jets with blue sky and white sun emblems flew over, and a desperate fight began in the air.
The brothers in the army all raised their heads to watch the battle, stopped scolding, and cheered for their own air force.
A Chinese plane was shot and exploded in the air.
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The position fell silent for a moment.
However, the remaining plane not only did not escape, but became more and more courageous in fighting.
It started fighting with the enemy planes.
There was constant roaring in the air, tracer bullets flying across the sky, and from time to time there were The Japanese plane was shot down and fell to the ground dragging black smoke.
The brothers cheered and counted the results for the air combat hero: one plane, two planes, three planes.
The tigers couldn't hold off the wolves, but the heroic Chinese fighter jet was still hit, dragging black smoke rolling in the air.
Liu Xiaoyong shouted anxiously: "Skydive, jump quickly!"
A white umbrella flower appeared in the sky, and the pilot parachuted.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a gust of wind blew and blew the pilot towards the Japanese position.
Liu Xiaoyong immediately asked for instructions to go up to the peak and ask for troops to rescue the people.
The battalion commander immediately approved and asked Liu Xiaoyong to lead a platoon to rescue the pilot.
"The life of flying a plane is more valuable than ours.
No matter what, we save people."
The battalion commander patted Liu Xiaoyong on the shoulder.
Deputy platoon leader Liu ordered twenty-five soldiers from his headquarters, jumped out of the trench and quickly approached the landing site of the pilot.
They were running with guns in their hands, when suddenly a burst of machine gun bullets came, seven or eight of them fell down immediately, and the remaining He fell to the ground and crawled forward.
The heavy machine guns on the Chinese position began to cover and fire, and the Japanese grenades and mortars also joined in.
More than 20 Chinese soldiers lying in the middle area were killed by the Japanese one after another, with bullet holes in their heads. department.
Liu Xiaoyong and three or four soldiers hid under a pile of rubble.
They watched their comrades being beaten to death, but they were unable to do anything.
The Japanese firepower was too strong, and if they showed up, they would die.
The battalion commander sent another group of people to rush over for reinforcements, but half of them were beaten to death on the way.
Liu Xiaoyong felt that his throat was burning, and he took out a kettle to drink water with trembling hands, but he couldn't even find his mouth.
Fear filled his heart .
He raised the telescope and looked at the pilot.
He seemed to have broken his leg and was sitting under a wall, looking anxiously here.
The Japanese are so insidious.
They deliberately used the pilots as bait to lure our troops to rescue them, and took the opportunity to kill and injure our troops.
No, what is he going to do?
Liu Xiaoyong's breathing suddenly became rapid.
The Chinese pilot in the telescope took out a photo from his pocket, put it to his lips and kissed it.
Then he raised the revolver in his hand and shot his temple. gun.
Liu Xiaoyong burst into tears, blurring the camera
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