The Battle of Sandaogou destroyed the pride within the Volunteer Army and taught a profound lesson to those Japanese samurai who fantasized that they were the boss behind closed doors.
Before breakfast, the entire army gathered together and formed a neat military formation. The cremation ceremony of the remains of the dead was about to begin.
The Russian military camp is a 100% log building, and they have already prepared mountains of firewood for the winter, which Lao Maozi forced the local people to cut down with bayonets.
There was enough firewood, and soon more than three hundred neatly stacked firewood piles appeared in the wilderness, which looked spectacular from a distance. The remains of the war dead were laid on top, and in front of each pyre there was an urn with a name on it.
The military flags were flying, the bugles were blaring in mourning, and everyone held their guns and bayonets upward to send off their comrades on their last journey in the most dignified military appearance.
Mr. Long and Sister Wu put on the formal military uniforms that were kept at the bottom of the box, and put on the golden general stars that they would never show off on ordinary days. Wherever the war horses passed, the ground was solemn.
The people in the distance had long been frightened. Many women and children had already knelt on the ground and began to mutter to themselves. They didn't know what they were praying for.
Master Long looked around without saying anything, and just glanced at all the soldiers present with his sword-like eyes. "The dead naturally have incense in the Temple of War, but the living still have to struggle forward!"
"Gentlemen! The spirits of our brothers are watching us. We have no choice but to fight to the death until we win! Fire a gun! Send off the forerunners!"
The sound of gun bolts coming together was like a tidal wave, followed by the sound of gunfire like a storm, and the sound was like thunder.
"Light the fire! Salute!" The flames engulfed the pyre, and thick smoke rose straight into the sky. More than two thousand volunteers in the field collectively saluted the victims.
Up to this moment, people's emotions have become difficult to control. Dou Da's hot tears are falling down. Although the military camp is iron-blooded, it is not ruthless. A gift of a veteran in the future can make the entire military camp cry loudly, not to mention that now is the moment of life and death.
Long Ye choked with sobs and shouted loudly, "The ceremony is over! All units can move freely..."
At that moment, the military formation was completely in chaos. The soldiers rushed towards the fire, ignoring the heat wave that hit their faces, and found their fellow countrymen, kneeling on the ground and crying.
Who has ever experienced a mass funeral of 300 people? The aura of mourning from heaven to earth shocked everyone. No one in Sandaogou could stand and watch, they all knelt on the ground and wiped away their tears.
"These are the volunteers who saved us and died for us... My child, kowtow to your benefactor!"
This funeral not only shocked all the aborigines of the Far East, but also moved the more than 600 Russian prisoners. Although the positions of the enemy and ourselves were different, who among the soldiers did not want a happy battle and a glorious death. It's a pity that their dead comrades ended up being hastily buried in mass graves, and may be eaten away by wild wolves within three days.
The fire burned for more than four hours before gradually extinguishing. The soldiers collected some of the ashes and placed them in jars, and then collectively sent them to the Kanfune ship on the sea. The ashes of these victims will be transferred to Fuso and eventually moved south to Ryukyu. Temple of War.
It is now past twelve o'clock at noon, and the belated breakfast is finally served. I have to wipe away my tears and the days have to go on. The war still needs to be fought. Soldiers must look like soldiers, and they must be able to hold on and let go.
The marching pot set up on the bonfire had already boiled. The dried mushrooms, dried venison, pickled cabbage, wide noodles and the canned meat brought by the volunteers outside the customs were all chopped up and thrown into the pot. The thick broth begins to emit a strong aroma.
The soldiers, who had not eaten for eighteen hours, didn't say a word. They ate from the tin lunch boxes, and some choked and stretched their necks to look into the pot.
All the people in Sandaogou became volunteers. Making staple food for two thousand people was not a simple task. Pancakes, steamed rice, cornmeal pancakes...all the methods they could think of were used. Fortunately, the volunteers followed Guan Chuan brought a batch of rice and noodles, otherwise Sandaogou would not be able to provide staple food for so many soldiers.
Mr. Long walked through the camp with a smile. At this moment, he no longer had the majesty of a general. He lowered his posture and started joking with the soldiers. One moment he took a piece of venison from your bowl, and the next he snatched a pair of noodles with chopsticks from the pot. Soon the soldiers were talking to each other. His fear dissipated.
"I said before that I would break up into pieces and carry out guerrilla warfare in the white mountains and black soil. You still don't understand. After this battle, you should understand, right? The old Maozi is not that easy to deal with. We must be stronger than them. patience……"
"Also, you have to think about it. This land is actually not suitable for large corps to fight. We can't solve even one logistical problem..."
"Look, just having enough food for more than 2,000 people is a big problem. There are only a handful of villages in the Far East that are vast and sparsely populated with more than 1,000 people. Most of the rest are small villages with hundreds or even dozens of people. Even if they want to entertain us, they don’t have the ability?”
"We are not locusts. We can't just rob and eat human flesh like Lao Maozi, right? By the way, let me tell you that in the hundreds of years since the Rakshasa Kingdom expanded in the Far East, it has really used human flesh as military rations, right? What a way! When you see the cold winter here in two months, you will know how powerful it is!"
"So we have to break it up into parts. We can't carry out guerrilla operations in units of more than a company at most. It's more about infiltration and sneak attacks in small groups in platoon units. We can shoot for a while and change places. We'll leave if we get an advantage. Even if If you kill an old man in one day, how many do you think we need to kill in a year?"
"With so many platoons, how much will they gain in a year? Accumulate small victories into big victories, and use blunt knives to bleed quickly. This is how smart people play... Moreover, when there are few people, hiding in the local villagers' village will also entertain them. Can you afford it? Otherwise, in this place, you wouldn’t have anywhere to buy food if you spend your current money..."
It was all the truth. Now the hearts of all the soldiers were opened. Those warriors who were clamoring for a decisive battle also blushed and stopped insisting. They finally knew that the gap between themselves and the Prime Minister's men was really huge. The difference.
At this moment, a large banner with black characters on a white background suddenly appeared in the dilapidated Russian military camp. On it were the four characters "Public Trial Meeting". The soldiers who were eating did not know what was going on, and they all looked at the banner in surprise. .
"Complain if you have a grudge, take revenge if you have a grudge! Folks from Sandaogou and Wusuli River have gathered together! They are all going to hold a public trial..." There were many soldiers in the crowd holding tin trumpets and shouting at the top of their lungs. The survivors of the Far East Not knowing what was happening, they subconsciously started to gather towards the conference venue.
