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Chapter 371: Live up to the people
Thirteen charges!
In one day, the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army repelled thirteen Japanese charges.
Corpses littered the fields.
"September 11, Ding Chou year, October 14, twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China. Thirteen Japanese charges were repulsed. One battalion commander and three company commanders of our regiment were killed, and 290 officers and soldiers were killed. Four people..."
The exhausted clerk did not forget his duties and recorded the day's battle situation in a small notebook.
In just one day, two hundred and ninety-four brothers were killed.
And those injured brothers had no time to receive treatment.
The Central Army is short of medicines, not to mention their motley crew?
More than half of the ammunition was consumed.
There is no way to get replenishment.
How to fight the next battle?
God knows.
Anyway, the Sichuan Army brothers all know one thing:
As long as there is one living person on the battlefield, we will have to fight the Japanese to the bitter end.
From the first day they left Sichuan, they never thought they would be able to return alive.
Meng Shaoyuan sat there, feeling that the last bit of strength in his body had been drained away.
When I took out the cigarette, my hands were trembling.
He had killed people before, but his mood when he killed people today was completely different.
Today I killed four Japanese, two with submachine guns, one with bites, and one with a machete.
How to describe that feeling?
Excited and scared.
Really scared.
He was not afraid when he was killing people, but now that the Japanese attack had stopped, he actually felt a little scared.
When he hacked the Japanese to death with a machete, the opponent's bayonet was thrust out close to his own body.
Now that I came back to my senses, I discovered that there was a hole in my clothes.
Just a few millimeters more and the bayonet would have penetrated his body.
If Wei Juchuan hadn't saved him several times...
"Brother Meng."
Lin Xianghou sat down next to Meng Shaoyuan.
Meng Shaoyuan took out a cigarette and handed one to him, then lit it for him.
Prime Minister Lin took a few hard puffs and said: "Brother Meng, your mission has been completed. You brought us here and accurately pointed out the Japanese offensive unit numbers and firepower configuration to us. You have nothing to do here. Let's go."
Meng Shaoyuan puffed on a cigarette: "Let's go? Where to go? Where can we go without risking our lives against the Japanese? Commander Lin, if the Sichuan Army can fight to the death, we who are secret agents can also risk our lives."
"It's different, it's different." Lin Xianghou smiled: "We are a miscellaneous army. When we came to Shanghai, we were not prepared to go back alive. You are your confidant, Director Dai. I have heard Commander Yang say it. You can't die, you want to die." Yes, our sin will be great."
"Fart." Meng Shaoyuan cursed fiercely: "I died fighting in the war, what crime do you have?"
"Listen to me, brother Meng." Lin Xianghou pointed to the position: "We were prepared for a hard battle, but we didn't expect it to be so hard. Xiaodongyang's aircraft, artillery and tanks are too powerful. Just today, I We have lost almost three hundred brothers, three hundred. When we fought the civil war in Sichuan, we could not die that many in a year.
If we continue like this, tomorrow, or at most the day after tomorrow, we won't be able to defend this place. Before leaving Sichuan, Chief Liu Xiang told us at the swearing-in meeting, don’t embarrass the Sichuan people, let everyone see that we Sichuan people are not only capable of fighting a civil war, we will not be soft when fighting foreigners, and we will die on the battlefield. .
In my entire 802 regiment, nine companies, plus a guard company, and 900 people, not one of them was prepared to go back alive. We have no other choice but to risk our lives to stop the Japanese, but you have to live. Why? We, a million Sichuan troops, are out of Sichuan, living in a sparse place, with no supplies, and no logistics. We need someone to help us.
During the day, you forced your people to go back to requisition supplies. You were so domineering. I saw it with my own eyes. Perhaps, in the whole of Shanghai, you are the only person who can help our Sichuan Army and speak for us. I beg you, Prime Minister Lin, to live well for the sake of the Sichuan Army brothers who are coming up one after another. Death is too easy, but living is difficult. "
Death is too easy, but living is difficult.
Meng Shaoyuan understood the meaning of his words. Even if there were a thousand and ten thousand reasons, he made a decision: "Brother, I promise you, I will live and live well. As long as I am still alive, Sichuan Army Brothers Whatever they want, I will give them. If they don’t have it, I will help them get it even if I grab it! But you have to promise me one thing, you can’t drive me away until the last minute!”
"Look, brother, you've already called me brother." Lin Xianghou smiled: "Having a brother like you makes me feel happy. Brother, brother, I have been suffering at home since I was a child, but I finally rose to the rank of captain. And the guest, I am from Luzhou, Sichuan. After the Anti-Japanese War is won in the future, if you have the opportunity, go to my hometown and tell the guest that I am dead. I died for the country. Let her find a good family to marry. Leave me a seed."
"Brother, I promise!"
Meng Shaoyuan made the most solemn promise in his life: "No matter what happens in the future, I will take your ashes home, go home...I will tell your guests, tell you the Lin family, tell the people of Luzhou, tell the whole Sichuan, You, Prime Minister Lin, are an upright hero, the country owes you, and you will live up to it!"
The country owes you, you live up to the country!
Meng Shaoyuan took a deep breath when he said this: "From now on, your wife will be my sister-in-law. I will be responsible for raising your family. I will only allow you, the Lin family, to take advantage. No one else is allowed to bully your Lin family. Whoever dares to find The trouble you have with the Lin family is that you are an enemy of me, Meng Shaoyuan, and the entire army, and I will punish you!"
"Thank you, brother!" Lin Xianghou was overjoyed: "Then I can die in peace!"
The Japanese attack has become crazy.
Artillery shells rained down on the Zaozaobang position.
But as soon as the Japanese army attacked, the 802nd Regiment still used the old method of letting the Japanese troops in and then fighting them hand-to-hand.
Prime Minister Lin personally took command on the front line.
The brothers from the Sichuan Army relied on their own flesh and blood to withstand the torrent of steel from the Japanese army.
At 10 a.m., the bad news came:
On the flank of the 802nd Regiment, the Chenjiaxing position defended by the Central Division was lost.
This is equivalent to the 802nd Regiment's flank opening.
The Japanese army can follow the Chen family line, cut off the rear of the 802nd Regiment, and cut off reinforcements.
"Peng Zesheng!"
"arrive!"
Prime Minister Lin's face was covered with mud and blood, but his voice was still so loud: "Take your second battalion, and I will transfer the guard company and death squads to you. All the light and heavy firepower will be under your command. While the Japanese army is not yet stable, give me the Chen Jiaxing takes it back!"
"yes!"
The second battalion commander Peng Zesheng didn't hesitate at all: "Anyone with a hard head and a handle on the crotch should follow me!"
What a miracle this is!
If we say that so far, it is a miracle that the 802 regiment's defensive position has not lost an inch, but under such difficult circumstances, the Sichuan army still has to rely on such crude weapons to launch a counterattack and recapture the Chenjiaxing position, then it is not a miracle. It's descriptive.
"Suicide Squad, Broadsword!"
All the machine guns and submachine guns available to the 802nd Regiment were concentrated for use by the Second Battalion.
Second Battalion Commander Peng Zesheng personally served as the captain of the death squad, holding a light machine gun in his hand. On both sides of him were officers who also held machine guns and acted as pioneers.
All are held by platoon and above officers who are still alive in the second battalion.
Behind him were the kamikaze soldiers carrying the only remaining grenades and holding a machete in their hands.
Just grenades and machetes.
They were not prepared to come back alive.
The Expendables, The Expendables, The Expendables don't die, who will die?
"Brothers, follow me and charge. I'm dead, and you are stepping on my body!" Peng Zesheng said with murderous intent: "You stupid Asian guy has bullied me! You stupid guy dares to stop me! Road, I'll give him earwax so that he can't tell the difference between east, west and north."
After saying that, he yelled with all his strength:
"Brothers, charge!"
In August, the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army organized a death squad to launch a counterattack against the Chenjiaxing position that had just been lost!
This is a fatal counterattack!
Three hundred death squads, three hundred loyal and brave Sichuan troops, three hundred swords, at that moment, the strongest roar of the Chinese nation broke out:
Fight to the death - fight back!
Machine guns roared.
The machine gun team, composed entirely of officers, poured all the bullets into the Japanese positions!
Meng Shaoyuan could see clearly in the telescope:
A Sichuan Army officer fell, and someone quickly rushed up from behind and picked up his machine gun:
shooting! shooting! Keep shooting!
He saw Peng Zesheng stumble, but then straightened up and continued to pull the trigger!
He saw the death squads falling down one after another, but no one stopped.
So majestic, Group 802!
Brilliant, Sichuan Army!
Magnificent, China!
Rush forward, the brothers of the Sichuan Army rush forward!
A sharp sword!
That is the cry of the whole nation:
We will never be slaves!
Peng Zesheng, commander of the 2nd Battalion of the Sichuan Army.
On March 15, he led 300 suicide squad members to launch a counterattack against Chenjiaxing's position.
At this time, Chen Jiaxing's position was lost and regained.
In this battle, Peng Zesheng was born, and 208 death squads were killed.
The survivors were all injured.
When the body of Battalion Commander Peng Zesheng was found, there were a total of seven bullet holes and four stab wounds on his body...
"Chief Meng, Chief Meng, food, food is here!"
Chen Houman brought more than a dozen people with him, each with a big bag or a small bag. When he saw Meng Shaoyuan, he immediately shouted excitedly: "Food, I brought food!"
Meng Shaoyuan didn't say a word.
"food……"
As soon as Chen Houman finished speaking, he suddenly looked around in a daze and said, "Why...why are there so few people left? Where are the people? Where have all the people gone?"
Among the three battalion commanders, Wei Juchuan, who is still alive, took a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth in one bite. While eating, he couldn't help but shed tears.
"I brought food. Lots and lots of food."
Chen Houman sat down on the ground, with tears streaming down his face, and cried uncontrollably: "Brothers, wake up, come and eat. I brought food. I really brought food!"
(The dialogue between Lin Xianghou and Meng Shaoyuan was a scene that was temporarily modified and added. There is an amazing coincidence here. Originally, according to the outline and details, these two days were the scenes where Sichuan Army forward Lin Xianghou will play, including the foreshadowing of the previous few days. You can see it all. And just the day before yesterday, I saw a piece of news. A man named He from Chengdu called the Gusu Evening News, hoping to help find the buried remains of his great-uncle who sacrificed his life for the country in the Anti-Japanese War. Department. Mr. He’s uncle is called Lin Xianghou.
82 years have passed, and the descendants of the former hero still don’t know where he is buried. According to Xiang Wenbin, the leader of the Sichuan Army Corps, Lin Xianghou was seriously injured but was not dead at the time. He was evacuated to a field hospital near Huqiu Mountain in Suzhou for rescue. He later died of his injuries and died for his country. His comrades also set up a monument for him. But there are also theories that Prime Minister Lin died on the spot. In short, no matter which theory is used, the burial place of Lin Xianghou has never been found. Including the "Heroes' Tomb" of Suzhou's collection of books.
Coincidentally, it happened that Spider happened to write about Lin Xianghou, so I thought, I don’t know where Lin Xianghou’s body is buried, but at least in the book, I can let his soul return to his hometown. After all, the traditional concept of most Chinese people is to return to their roots. )
