Under the night, a dark city looks like a giant beast hiding in the night.
Although it has thick city walls and tall city gates, it is too old after all.
Who knows how old it is? The city, which has experienced vicissitudes of history, is now facing industrialized and armed invaders. Can it still hold on for a day and a night?
There were footsteps on the stone slabs. That was an officer who rushed back from the outskirts of Songjiang County.
He walked into a door under the guidance of soldiers.
It was still dark after entering the door, but when the soldier opened another door inside, a bright candlelight shone out. However, the outer door had been closed at this time, so the house was still dark in the dark. A glimmer of light.
And here is the headquarters of the 67th Army.
The officer walked into the room and saw that there were thirty or forty similar officers in the room, but there were not many officers with the same rank that he was familiar with.
Because he is a regiment leader, he can always get together with other colleagues when he goes to the military headquarters for meetings.
"Ma Teng has sent you, let's start the meeting now." A hoarse voice with a hint of exhaustion sounded in the venue, that was Army Commander Wu Keyong.
Just me? Ma Teng had a puzzled expression on his face. Did he see it wrong? He then glanced at the officers in the room.
"No need to look for it," Wu Keyong said, "Everyone who can come has come, and those who can't come will never come."
There is no doubt that Army Commander Wu Ke used a pun.
Ma Teng, who was known for being good at fighting tough battles in the 67th Army, felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
It turned out that most of the officers of the same rank that he was familiar with had been killed in battle.
This is how the meeting began.
The 67th Army arrived at Qingpu on November 6, and then went straight to Songjiang County to join the battle.
So far they have played one day and two nights, and they still need to hold on for one more day, or one day and one night.
Since so many officers of the same rank were killed in battle, the number of casualties in the entire army was probably quite high, and all the officers began to speculate.
Army Commander Wu Keyong's speech surprised them even more: "As I said, many of our officers will not be able to come back, and now more than half of our army has been killed or injured!"
Although the officers present were mentally prepared, they were still surprised.
Their respective teams suffered heavy casualties, but they were always lucky and hoped that their brother troops would be better off.
But now according to the mission requirements, half of the troops have been killed in only half the time. So if we persist until tomorrow, will the entire 67th Army cease to exist?
"The casualties of our army are obvious to all, but we still have to fight." At this time, Wu Keyong once again expressed his attitude.
"First, we are from the Northeast Army. During September 18th, due to various reasons, the young marshal and all of us were stigmatized for non-resistance. We need to use our actions to prove that our young marshal is not a runaway general. Our troops are not non-resistance troops either.
Second, as you all saw on the Songhu battlefield, not only did we exert our utmost effort, but so did the Central Army and other armies. Even a division of the Sichuan Army was wiped out in a few hours. This war was fought by the three eastern provinces. First of all, as the army of the three eastern provinces, we must never be cowards!
Third, the young marshal decided to detain the old man in Xi'an. What was our purpose? It's not just to force him to resist Japan, but now that we have embarked on the anti-Japanese battlefield, it is time to fight bravely against the enemy. Otherwise, what kind of military dissent would we have had in the first place?
So our question now is not whether to fight or not to withdraw, but how to fight.
Okay, now we are facing the Japanese army. Due to the serious attrition of each unit, I decided to shrink the defense line! "
Wu Keyong spoke clearly and clearly. Although it was a long speech, there was no nonsense, and this is also the style of army officers.
And when he got to this point, he ordered: "Bring the cigarette."
Following Wu Keyong's order, his orderlies took out dozens of boxes of cigarettes.
"During this critical period, I don't have any gold bars or silver dollars for you. Let's each take a pack of cigarettes and then discuss how to fight."
Whether it is a department or an army, when encountering difficulties. Those who serve as officials will become friendly, and so does Wu Keyong.
Now that the tone of this meeting has been set, the officers sitting below relaxed slightly, especially the junior officers who came to the meeting to replace the fallen commander.
So far, the 67th Army has lost one brigade commander and three regiment commanders, let alone the battalion commander and company commander.
A cigarette curled up, and the smell of tobacco began to fill the air.
If one cigarette is lit, it still smells fragrant, but when dozens of cigarettes are lit, the room begins to become choked.
And in the corner of the meeting site, there was a soldier standing quietly. He was Shang Zhen.
Shang Zhen must protect Army Commander Wu Keyong. This is a task assigned to him by Chang En, the commander of the 108th Division.
Therefore, Shang Zhen became an attendee of this meeting. Of course, he could also be called a bystander.
The meeting went quickly.
That is, half an hour later, the officers walked out of the military headquarters one after another.
Because of the design of the double doors, they seemed to be walking from darkness into darkness.
Who knows what will happen tomorrow morning, maybe, no! A bloody dawn for sure.
Shang Zhen also walked out with the officers, and finally appeared in the room in the same courtyard as the military headquarters.
"Open the door, it's me." Shang Zhen knocked lightly on the door.
Shang originally thought that opening the door would be slower, but then he thought that the door would be pushed open immediately.
Shang Zhen stepped into the room and quickly closed the door, as if the candle in the room did not let out a single ray of light.
After entering the house, Shang Zhen discovered that most of his people were already asleep, but Xiao Dustpan was squatting on the ground playing with several grenades.
Correspondingly, there were six or seven Japanese grenade bags placed next to those cartridges.
"Boss! Let me show you, this is what we got back today according to your order!" Little Dustpan, who seemed to never know anything about sorrow, said to Shang Zhen like a child offering a treasure.
"Well done!" Shang Zhen, who was in a bad mood because he attended the solemn meeting, still did not forget to praise his subordinates.
"By the way, I brought another person back for you." Little Dustpan said in a low voice.
Shang Zhen looked at the small dustpan with a puzzled expression.
"Did you see that? When we went to notify the people in that position to retreat, we brought him back." Little Dustpan pointed at a soldier lying on the bunk and introduced.
Shang Zhen just noticed that the soldier was not his subordinate, but he remained silent and only listened.
"This kid's name is Qi Heng. When we got there, we found out that the kid was quite powerful. He even learned the dead monkey trick. He dressed up as a kid and hid among the dead corpses of the kid.
We just caught up with the attack of a group of little Japs. This kid threw a series of grenades from behind, so this group of dozens of little Japs were killed by our people.
I think this guy has a pretty good head. If he dies in front, it will be in vain. There are only one and a half people left on their position, so I brought him back. "
After talking about these little dustpans, he looked at Shang Zhen. This was his own decision. Although he said the matter was not a big deal, he always had to report it to Shang Zhen.
Shang Zhen said "Oh" to show that he understood.
"Okay, stop messing around, take the time to get some sleep, we don't know what will happen tomorrow." Then Shang Zhen said, and then he left the room.
Shang Zhen still needed to return to the military headquarters, and on the way there, he couldn't help but sigh.
Just this sigh made him feel extremely old.
All the past seemed to have vanished into smoke during these two days and one night of bloody battle.
He needs to think about how he can survive with his people.
Of course, you can die, but how to kill more invaders before dying is the most important thing.
