After receiving the order to go to the peak, Xiong Xinmin ordered the bridges in Beixinjing to be blown up. The Japanese troops who followed immediately relied on their powerful firepower to build pontoon bridges and wade across the river.
Fortunately, the commander of the regiment, Xiong Xinmin, commanded properly, so that the Japanese plan would not succeed.
On the other side, Zhang Tianhai finally met the leader Hu Jiaji.
"Reporting to the regiment, the 1st Battalion fortunately fulfilled its mission and completed the task of holding the position. It is a pity that the 1st Battalion is incompetent and has only so many people left in the 1st Battalion." As he spoke, Zhang Tianhai's eye circles began to turn red.
Although Captain Hu's injuries are almost healed, he is still a little unfavorable and he walks with a limp.
Hu Jiaji limped up to Zhang Tianhai, patted Zhang Tianhai who was still saluting the military salute with a gray face, pursed his lips and said: "Yulin, the brothers in the first battalion are all good. It is a fact that the enemy is strong and we are weak. You don’t have to blame yourself too much. Since you are a soldier, you will inevitably die in battle. Okay, you go down and have a rest. It won’t be long before the supplementary troops from the rear arrive. I'll regroup!"
"Yes! Group seats!" Zhang Tianhai stood at attention and saluted.
Just when Zhang Tianhai was about to leave, Hu Jiaji called out to him: "First Battalion Commander, wait a moment."
Zhang Tianhai turned around with questioning eyes.
Hu Jiaji came over and said: "The Nine-Nation Convention meeting is about to be held. The principal has repeatedly emphasized that we must hold on. When the Nine-Nation Convention meeting is held, this battle will be over. Just get through this period. .”
Looking at the tired but determined expression on Captain Hu's face, Zhang Tianhai wanted to say, "Actually, the Nine-Nation Pact failed, and this war will last eight years." But the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them out. , just pursed his lips, and then said softly: "Yes, Tuanzuo."
To be honest, while the regiment leader deeply trusted him, Zhang Tianhai also felt a lot of pressure on himself. He was not a war maniac. In his previous life, he joined the army just because he thought, "How can I be considered a man without wearing a military uniform?" The thoughts went away.
Except for politicians, no one likes war, because war means death and sacrifice.
Zhang Tianhai is no exception. He doesn't like war, and is even tired of this war. But he has no choice but to have no reason not to fight. Whether as a descendant of Yanhuang or a Chinese soldier, he has We must fight on.
He went down to rest, that is, to sleep. Even though it was still broad daylight, he could not stop the sleepiness that followed. Zhang Tianhai found a place with relatively few people and slept with his clothes on, without caring about whether he would catch a cold. .
At this time, Zhang Tianhai's military uniform was no longer as clean as it was when he came down from Xi'an. It was full of gunpowder smoke and dust, and there was an unmistakable tiredness on his face.
The sunshine in late autumn is no longer as harsh as in summer. It is only slightly hot, and it still makes people a little irritated when exposed to the sun.
The position on the south bank of the Suzhou River was busy. In addition to the soldiers digging trenches and trenches, there were also many Shanghai people who spontaneously came up to support. United as one, this is a true reflection of this place.
The soldiers are busy fighting, the people are busy supporting, doctors and nurses are busy rescuing the wounded from the front line, and there is still one professional person who is still busy, and that is the reporter of the Central News Agency.
The Central News Agency, as the mouthpiece of the party-state, reports on the situation on the frontline. This is its unshirkable responsibility. They have the obligation to let the people of the country know that in Shanghai, this heroic foreign war is still being fought, and the government is still persisting. The Japanese invaders are still invading.
Reports on the Battle of Songhu have never stopped from the beginning of the war to the present. In addition to Xie Jinyuan's eight hundred warriors defending the eastern battlefield alone, the Eleventh Division repeatedly fighting for Luodian and other commendable deeds, there are also the thirty-sixth Division who defended the Yangtze River. Bay is more than two months old.
On this day, Zheng Man once again stepped into the defense area of the 36th Division. Different from the last time, the last time she came to the 36th Division was a month ago, to interview the officers and soldiers of the 36th Division fighting on the front line, but at that time it was In Jiangwan, it is on the south bank of Suzhou River at this time.
Speaking of the Thirty-sixth Division, Zheng Man always has a special emotion. She wants to come here, but she doesn’t want to come here. She wants to come because she wants to see if the person is still safe. If she doesn’t want to come, It was because she was afraid of hearing the news of that person's death.
Yes, this person is Zhang Tianhai.
Like all girls, there is always a hero complex in their hearts, and Zheng Man is no exception.
Zhang Tianhai has almost perfect qualities in the eyes of girls: he comes from a good background (Whampoa Military Academy), is handsome, tall and powerful, and most importantly, he is a fighting hero who dares to fight bravely against the enemy!
Well, one thing I have to mention is that in the eyes of girls - ugly people are good at playing basketball, which is because ugly people are more likely to cause trouble; good-looking people, especially bouncing glass balls, are pleasing to the eye...
Ahem, what nonsense are you talking about?
At this time, Zheng Man had already changed into a set of white satin embroidered cheongsam, with a light purple cardigan wrapped around her upper body. She still looked dignified and generous, but her beautiful face, as enchanting as a fox fairy, added to her dignified temperament. A bit charming.
The military discipline of the Central Army is not as serious as in some later TV series. There is no one who dares to say that when he sees a pretty girl, he goes up to tease her. Does that mean he wants to die or not to live? You know, in the Central Army, anyone who dares to forcefully ask for things from the people as a soldier will be executed.
"Who are you looking for?" Just as he was about to enter the defense area, the guard stopped Zheng Man.
Zheng Man just smiled slightly, took out his ID from his handbag, and said: "Hello, I am Zheng Man, a reporter from the Central News Agency. I am going to your defense area for an interview. Please inform your commander."
Zheng Man's ID also has the Blue Sky and White Sun badge printed on it, but the colors are different. The officer's ID is blue, but hers is green.
"Then please wait a moment." The guard saluted, turned and left. For the Central News Agency, a special official organization, one must maintain respect. Besides, master, don’t you have to respect others as well? Not to mention these big-headed soldiers.
Soon, the soldier came back, accompanied by a young and tall second lieutenant officer, who seemed to be the platoon leader in charge of security here.
After seeing Reporter Zheng, the platoon leader walked quickly over, walked up to the latter, and said, "Hello Reporter Zheng, I am the person in charge here at Mengang, Wan Xize."
Zheng Man looked at Wan Xize's badge and saw it read "Wan Xize, Commander of the Third Platoon of the Second Battalion of the 216th Regiment of the 108th Brigade of the 36th Division", so she smiled and said: "You Okay, Platoon Commander Wan. I have been asked to come to the 36th Division for an interview. Can I be released?"
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PS: The World Cup is a trap. The champion loses and the runner-up draws. Various black question marks. . .
