"Wen San!"
"Wen San! Wen Youcai! Wake up, Mr. Ge..."
"Hammer, is this really going to kill Wen Shan?"
A middle-aged man with a bloody face shook Wen San's shoulders vigorously. Although he was cursing, there was a look of concern on his face.
Just a few minutes ago, a cannonball flew from nowhere and landed not far from them. Several people were buried by the floating soil raised by the cannonball.
The others crawled out on their own, except for Wen Sangang, whose upper half was dug out.
"Lao Wan, don't be too talkative. This kid has a low life and will not die so easily." Another young man interrupted, his face was pitch black, only his teeth were white.
While he was talking, he helped Wen San up to sit up, and then he screamed, "Gui'er! There is a long, half-stuck mouth on the back of his head, and the blood is pouring!"
"Ding Dingmao'er, you said hammer, press him down quickly! If the bleeding doesn't stop, none of us will be able to save him." Lao Wan glanced at it and yelled anxiously, "Who has gauze but can't? ?”
"There is an egg. I have never seen that thing before. There is a pair of Huoshaojiaoer." A chubby boy scolded and started to do something.
With a "collapsing" sound, a strip of cloth was torn from his already torn clothes.
"Hurry up and tie him up, stop the bleeding first, and wait until Ha'er can find some medicine to tie him up. Maybe we can even bring him back from the Palace of Hell." Pang Dun quickly handed the strip of cloth to Tintin. Cat.
Several people scrambled and quickly tied up the wound on the back of Wen San's head with a piece of cloth. Then he was dug out of the floating soil.
After all this tossing, Wen San's body finally responded, and his eyes finally opened. However, his eyes were obviously dull and he looked confused.
"Yes, Wen San seems to be in trouble." Tintin Mao'er waved his hand in front of Wen San's eyes, deliberately wanting to stimulate him, but afraid of hurting him.
"Tie a simple stretcher and carry him away. It's not safe here." When Lao Wan saw Wen San's look, he might not be able to stop drinking in a short time, so he planned to carry him to a safe place.
In fact, Wen San was not really bad at this moment, he just couldn't react and was digesting the messy information in his mind.
Wen Youcai is a freshman. Today is the weekend, and all the animals in the barn have gone out to play. He stayed alone in the dormitory, just studying those hundreds of gigabytes of island country action movies.
He knew that when he was excited, he suddenly raised his head and bumped into the edge of the upper bunk bed. Then he fainted. When he woke up, he found that he had traveled through time.
He is also named Wen Youcai and is the third eldest child in his family, so everyone who knows him calls him Wen San. When I was unhappy with him, I would call him "Wenshan", but he didn't mince words at all and was very smooth.
Wen San is actually an ordinary soldier in the 1st Battalion and 3rd Company of the 152nd Regiment of the 26th Division under Commander Yang of the 20th Army.
In the Battle of Songhu, the 26th Division fought the enemy iron-bloodedly. There were more than 4,000 men in the division, but at the end of the battle, less than 600 men were left. Almost the entire 152nd regiment, including Commander Xie Guji, died heroically.
Only the five people in front of me were left in the whole group, and each of them was injured to varying degrees.
During the battle, Wen San was promoted twice by the line of fire and finally became the platoon leader. However, he only had one soldier left, Pang Dun'er. Tintin Maoer and Erniu came here with Lao Wan. They are from the third battalion.
Wen Youcai knew roughly about this period of Anti-Japanese War history. However, the specific battle process is not very clear. But he was certain of one thing: he had really traveled through time and came to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War.
We have come to this period of hardship and suffering that has made the Chinese people extremely sad.
"Lao Wan, where are we going?" Wen San finally came to his senses.
"To Qingpu. It is said that the remaining troops of ours are gathering there. I wonder how many people are left in our 26th Division?" Lao Wan gritted his teeth and felt very uncomfortable. He probably thought of those comrades who died.
"MMP, are we going to fight this battle openly? Our Sichuan Army Du Tamar is a stepmother, and he doesn't even have a decent gun! Many brothers just picked up knives and rushed up, and the Japanese bullets swept over them. It's like cutting sorghum stalks, falling down row by row." Fatty'er started to curse again, spitting incessantly, but tears were welling up in his eyes.
They were all brothers in the same trench. Seeing them die under the gun of the Japanese, I was filled with rage. Even if you rush forward and bite with your teeth, you still have to bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy!
Although the Sichuan Army is an amateur in civil war, it is definitely an expert in external warfare; it will never act like a ploy to eliminate the Japanese who invade our country!
"The equipment of your first battalion is considered good. Our third battalion is even worse. Er Niu only has a sharpened stick in his hand. How is this different from a fire stick? Use a stick to fight the Japanese to get a hammer. ! The lives of brothers from the Sichuan Army are fucking worthless than grass." Tintin Maoer was even more angry.
In fact, not only the 152nd Regiment, but the entire 26th Division's equipment was surprisingly poor. Most of the soldiers were holding old sleeves, which jammed after a few shots. Nearly a quarter of the soldiers don't have anything like this at all.
The only things in hand are butcher knives, machetes or sticks.
On the other hand, the equipment of some main divisions is not at the same level at all, and the worst soldiers are made in Hanyang. Light and heavy machine guns are even deployed at the company and platoon level, with artillery support behind them.
For the 26th Division, the government did not even issue a single bullet, let alone other weapons. The weapons in their hands were all brought with them when they left Sichuan. As a result, many people still incurred foreign debts and acquired the weapons in their hands.
And that glaring 'death' flag!
This was an elderly father who could not go to the county town to see his son off in person, so the trustee gave him a flag with the word "death" written on it, just to encourage his son to sacrifice his life for the country and fight the enemy bravely.
In order to resist Japan, Sichuan people did not talk nonsense, but gave real support. Many families sent their sons to the battlefield without even thinking about whether their sons would come back alive.
Let’s look at the government’s attitude towards the Sichuan Army: They are said to be worse than even a miscellaneous army. They are a bunch of beggars with muddy legs and crooked legs.
There are no weapons, no military equipment, and no supplies. Many soldiers fought bloody battles for several days, then gnawed a small piece of wheatba and died before they could swallow it.
With such equipment and such treatment, the 26th Division still achieved a brilliant record that far exceeded that of the regular army!
At the cost of almost all of them being killed, they blocked the attack of a total of more than 30,000 Japanese soldiers from the Japanese Type A Division's infantry and artillery coordination. The two warring parties fought back and forth, which was the most brutal battle in the Song-Shanghai Battle and was known as the 'Oriental Meat Grinder'.
Successfully shattered the Japanese invaders' arrogant words of "occupying the land of China in three months."
During the conversation between several people, Wen Youcai quickly integrated his memories with the current situation of the Sichuan Army. He couldn't help but think of the elegiac couplet at the funeral of Captain Jie.
Waiting with arms in hand, he came out of the cauldron, supported half of the river and mountains, and urged the horns on the beach of Huangpu;
There is no corpse wrapped in leather, there is iron in the sunken sand, a handful of pure land is left, and the clothes and crown are buried in the green maple forest.
How tragic and tragic!
