Northwest, Yanzhou
Zhao Pan'er went through all kinds of hardships and finally came to the holy place in her heart - Yanzhou.
She joined the Eighth Route Army as she wished because she had attended university before and was a highly educated person, which was exactly what the Eighth Route Army needed.
Here, there are many intellectual young people like her who come here for their ideals.
The educated youth are the future of the country and the nation. It is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to send them to the front line. This is an extreme waste of talents!
The Anti-Japanese Military and Political University is recruiting a large number of students and has opened a class for educated youth. Zhao Paner passed the exam with excellent results and became a student in the first batch.
Her major is radio communications, which is the most scarce talent in the Eighth Route Army units...
"Chu Xiong, doesn't your army not accept this young lady?
Hum hum, when the time comes, my sister will make it impossible for you to climb up! "
Zhao Pan'er is really a vengeful master. If Chu Xiong had known this earlier, he should have been more tactful when rejecting.
More than 1,000 kilometers away, in the middle of Sichuan, there is a mysterious base hidden in the mountains, which is heavily guarded.
The new training base of the Tsing Yi Society, a national intelligence agency, is about to welcome a new batch of students.
This group of students is the elite selected by the Tsing Yi Club from tens of thousands of educated young people across the country. They will receive a year of brutal special training here, and after passing the assessment, they will be sent to engage in intelligence work behind enemy lines.
Of course, some people will be sent to the Eighth Route Army. For them, the Eighth Route Army also needs to focus on!
Many of the instructors at the base come from the Goshawk Kingdom on the other side of the ocean, and there are also elites who have returned from the Hanscat Special Forces Academy in Europa.
A dozen heavily covered trucks slowly drove toward the base. There were dozens of students in each truck, both men and women. One of them was Chu Xiong's old acquaintance—Gao Xiaoling.
One day later, Gao Xiaoling was assigned to the radio group. They had to undergo three months of special military skills training before learning radio.
They were not only telegraph operators, but also agents!
"Classmates, my name is Zhou Weiguo. I have just returned from the Hans Cat Empire Special Forces Academy. I will serve as your military instructor."
"Our nation has reached its most critical moment. The war of resistance will be cruel and long-term. In the future, you are going to fight in the heart of the Japanese. You must master excellent military skills in order to better preserve yourself and destroy the enemy!"
"After entering this training camp, you no longer belong to yourself, but to this country. Treat yourself as a dead person, forget your name, forget your family, forget everything about you..."
"Gao Xiaoling, number 007!"
"Huang Haiyan, number 008!"
"Meng Jiaqi, number 009!"
…
"Remember my number, 001! I will become your lifelong nightmare in the next three months!"
Our mission is:
"Drive out the Japanese pirates and win the war!"
Gao Xiaoling in the queue was shouting slogans and thinking in her heart:
"Chu Xiong, don't think that you are the only one fighting the Japanese. The grudge between us is not over yet!"
Longmen Pass, the blocking position of the 338th Regiment of the Shanxi-Sui Army, filled with smoke and the setting sun is like blood
After a day of fighting, the 338th Regiment had repelled the Japanese's fifth attack. The reinforced regiment, which had more than 2,600 men before the war, had less than 1,100 men left, and almost everyone was injured.
"Brothers, hurry up to repair the fortifications and collect ammunition. The Japanese will probably attack again before dark, so we must withstand it!
Although Sanjin is big, we have no way to retreat, and behind us are our parents and sisters. "
"Brothers, can we hand them over to the Japanese?"
Li Chendong, the colonel leader of the 338th Regiment, asked loudly.
"Never! I'd rather die in battle than be a slave to the country's subjugation!"
Lieutenant Colonel Li Yuanzheng, the battalion commander, shouted loudly with his only remaining arm. He was the eldest son of steward Li San, a soldier brought by Li Chendong from Lijiacun.
He has been Li Chendong's schoolmate since he was a child. The name Li Yuanzheng was given to him by the eldest young master Li Chendong. He follows Li Chendong wherever he goes. He is Li Chendong's absolute supporter.
In his early years, Li Chendong secretly ran from his hometown to the south to participate in the Northern Expedition, so he took him with him. The two of them were admitted to the Wuhan branch of the Army Officer Academy and were seventh-generation students.
After graduation, they did not choose to stay in the Central Army, but returned to their hometown and joined the Shanxi-Sui Army.
"Captain, fight with those stupid little devils!"
"Commander, we are here and we will never let the devils harm our home!"
…
Li Chendong held a Jin-made Thompson submachine gun in one hand, and slowly reached for his colonel's collar badge with the other hand, ruthlessly tearing it off.
A few hundred meters away from the Japanese starting position in front of the 338th Regiment's position, the First Brigade of the 17th Regiment was also making preparations for the attack.
The first brigade has a full strength of 1,100 men, and has been strengthened by an infantry artillery squadron. After two additional additions in the middle, the total strength of the offensive has exceeded 1,800 men.
With the support of the infantry artillery squadron, the First Battalion launched five attacks on the position held by the 338th Regiment of the Shanxi-Sui Army, and charged into the position three times and then repulsed it, resulting in more than 1,000 casualties.
This was the last batch of reinforcements. The order from the wing headquarters was that the position must be taken before dark, otherwise Lieutenant Commander Katsuo Haneda of the First Battalion would have to commit seppuku to express gratitude to the emperor.
The artillery shells of the infantry artillery squadron have long been exhausted, and the artillery and lightly wounded people have been replenished. The first group has gathered all the gunmen who can handle it, and the total number is close to 1,000.
Haneda Katsuo took off his Lieutenant Colonel uniform, took out a scarf, and slowly tied it on his head.
"Gentlemen, the time has come to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!"
"My emperor's royal tradition has been passed down for thousands of generations,
It has been passed down to eight thousand generations;
Until the pebbles turn into boulders,
Until the giant rocks grow moss. "
Haneda slowly sang "Kiminoyo"...
Other Japanese soldiers also sang along, and the tragic war song floated over the 338th Regiment's position.
"Damn it, they're mourning! I'll send them all back to Japan later!"
Li Chendong could not let the Japanese suppress his own morale. He decided to sing his own war song and shouted loudly:
"Li Yuanzheng! Give the Japanese a boost!"
"Yes, leader!"——
"We have them all, they belong to men, let's go":
"The tide of anger is surging, the party flag is flying,
This is revolutionary Huangpu!
Principles must be implemented and discipline must not be relaxed.
Prepare to be the vanguard of struggle.
Paving a bloody road to guide the oppressed people,
Hold hands and move forward,
…”
Onboard!
Onboard! !
Haneda Katsuo issued the order to attack, and the First Battalion pulled out a standard skirmish formation and rushed towards the 338th Regiment's position...
"Captain, the Japanese are coming!"
"Hit the son of a bitch!"
"Ta-ta-ta!"
…
The soldiers of the 338th Regiment fired wildly at the Japs. The Japs were knocked to the ground one after another, and the vacated positions were filled again.
The devil is desperate!
Li Chendong slammed the submachine gun that had been drained of bullets to the ground. It broke into several pieces and could not be left to the Japanese.
He casually picked up a 38 cap that the Japanese had left behind on the battlefield, with a bayonet shining brightly on it. He roared and jumped out of the trench!
Li Yuanzheng used one arm to pull out the ghost-headed sword on his back and shouted:
"Brothers, kill!"
"kill!"
A group of dark blue figures jumped out of the trenches and rushed towards the group of Japanese with bayonets pointed out.
A few minutes later, navy blue and shit yellow collided...
