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Chapter 371: Living Up to the Country

Thirteen charges!

In one day, the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army repelled a full thirteen Japanese charges.

Corpses littered the field.

"September 11 of the year of Ding Chou, October 14 of the 26th year of the Republic of China. Thirteen Japanese charges were repulsed, and our regiment lost one battalion commander, three company commanders, and 294 officers and men......"

The exhausted clerk, who had not forgotten his duty, recorded the battle situation of this day in a small notebook.

In just one day, 294 brothers were killed.

And those injured brothers have no time to treat.

The Central Army is short of medicines, let alone these miscellaneous troops?

More than half of the ammunition was consumed.

I can't get a supplement.

How will the next battle be fought?

God knows.

Anyway, the brothers in the Sichuan army know one thing:

As long as there is a living person on the battlefield, then you will have to fight the Orientals to the end.

From the first day of Izukawa, they never thought they would be able to return alive.

Meng Shaoyuan sat there, and he felt that the last bit of strength in his body had been drained.

When I took out the cigarette, my hands were trembling.

He had killed people before, but the mood he felt when he killed people today is completely different.

Killed four Japanese today, killed two with submachine guns, killed one by bite, and hacked one to death with a broadsword.

How do you describe that feeling?

Excited and scared.

It's really scary.

He wasn't afraid when he killed someone, but now that the Japanese attack had stopped, he actually felt a little afraid.

When the Japanese man was hacked to death with a broadsword, the other party's bayonet was stabbed against his body.

Now that I came back to my senses, I realized that there was a hole in my clothes.

It only takes a few millimeters and the bayonet pierces his body.

If it weren't for Wei Juchuan saving himself a few times......

"Brother Meng."

Lin Xianghou sat down beside Meng Shaoyuan.

Meng Shaoyuan took out a cigarette and handed it to him, and helped him light the fire.

Lin Xianghou took a few puffs hard: "Brother Meng, your task is completed." Brought us here, gave us an accurate indication of the number of the Japanese attacking force, the firepower configuration, there is nothing for you here, let's go. ”

Meng Shaoyuan took a big gulp of cigarettes: "Let's go? Where to? Where is it not to play with the Japanese? Commander Lin, the Sichuan army can work hard, and those of us who are spies can also play with our lives. ”

"It's different, it's not the same." Lin Xianghou smiled: "We are a ragtag army, and we are not ready to go back alive when we come to Shanghai." You are your close confidant of Director Dai, and I have heard what Commander Yang said. You will not die, you will die, and our sins will be great. ”

"Fart." Meng Shaoyuan scolded viciously: "I died for the Anti-Japanese War, what are your crimes?" ”

"Listen to me, Brother Meng." Lin Xianghou pointed to the position: "We were prepared to fall into a hard battle, but we didn't expect it to be so hard." Little Toyo's airplanes, cannons, tanks, and tanks are too powerful. Today, I lost almost 300 brothers, 300 of them, when we fought a civil war in Sichuan, we couldn't die so many in a year.

If you go on like this, tomorrow, at most, the day after tomorrow, you can't hold it here. Before leaving Sichuan, Chief Liu Xiang told us at the oath-taking meeting, don't embarrass the Sichuan people, let everyone see, we Sichuan people will not only fight a civil war, but also fight foreigners, and we will not be soft, and we will die on the battlefield.

My 802 regiment, nine companies, plus a guard company, 900 people, none of them are ready to go back alive. We can't do anything but take our lives to stop the Orientals, but you have to live. Why? I'm out of Sichuan, my life is sparse, there is no supply, there is no logistics, we have to have someone to help us.

During the day, you forced your people to go back to requisition supplies, domineering, I saw it with my own eyes. Perhaps, in the whole of Shanghai, you are the only person who can help our Sichuan army and speak for us. You beg me Lin Xianghou to live well for the sake of the Sichuan Army brothers who came up one after another. It's too easy to die, but it's hard to live. ”

It's too easy to die, but it's hard to live.

Meng Shaoyuan understood the meaning of his words, even if there were a thousand and ten thousand reasons, he also made a decision: "Brother, I promise you, I will live, live well, as long as I am alive, what the Sichuan Jun brothers want, I will give them." If not, I'll help them grab it! But you have to promise me one thing, you can't drive me away until the last minute! ”

"Look, brother, you call me brother." Lin Xianghou smiled: "With a brother like you, my brother is happy in my heart." Brother, brother, I have been suffering in my family since I was a child, and I was finally promoted to the head of the regiment, and I have a cousin, I am a native of Luzhou, Sichuan, and I will win the Anti-Japanese War in the future, and I have the opportunity to go to my hometown and tell me that the cousin, I am dead, I sacrificed my life for the country, let her find a good family to marry, but you have to leave me a seed. ”

"Dude, I promise!"

Meng Shaoyuan made the most solemn promise in his life: "No matter what happens in the future, I will take your ashes home, go home...... Let me tell you cousins, tell you the people of the Lin family, tell the people of Luzhou, and tell the whole of Sichuan, you Lin Xianghou is a good man who stands up to the sky, the people owe you, and you live up to the people! ”

The people owe you, and you live up to it!

Meng Shaoyuan took a deep breath when he said this: "From now on, your wife is my sister-in-law, and I am responsible for supporting your family, and I only allow your Lin family to take advantage, and no one else is allowed to bully your Lin family." If anyone dares to trouble your Lin family, he is an enemy of me, Meng Shaoyuan, and the entire army, and I will punish him! ”

"Thank you, brother!" Lin Xianghou was overjoyed: "Then I can die with peace of mind!" ”

The Japanese offensive had tended to frenzy.

Shells rained down on the Fumohama position.

However, as soon as the Japanese attacked, the 802nd Regiment still used the old method, putting the Japanese troops in and then fighting them hand-to-hand.

Lin Xianghou personally sat on the front line to command.

The brothers of the Sichuan army, relying on their own flesh and blood, resisted the steel torrent of the Japanese army.

At 10 a.m., the bad news came:

On the flank of the 802nd Regiment, the Chenjiahang position, which was defended by the Central Division, was lost.

This is equivalent to the opening of the door on the flank of the 802nd regiment.

The Japanese army could follow Chenjiaxing, cut off the rear of the 802nd Regiment, and cut off reinforcements.

"Peng Zesheng!"

"Here!"

Lin Xianghou's face was covered with mud and blood, but his voice was still so loud: "Take your second battalion, I will transfer the guard company and the death squad to you, and all the light and heavy firepower will be under your command, and take advantage of the unstable foothold of the Japanese army to take back Chen Jiaxing for me!" ”

"Yes!"

Peng Zesheng, the commander of the second battalion, did not hesitate at all: "The head is hard, and the crotch is with a handle, all follow Lao Tzu!" ”

What a miracle this is!

If it is said that up to now, it is already a miracle that the 802nd regiment's defensive position has not lost an inch of land, and in such a difficult situation, the Sichuan army still has to rely on such rudimentary weapons to launch a counterattack and recapture the Chen Jiahang position, it is not a miracle that the word can be described.

"Death squads, broadswords!"

All the machine guns and submachine guns that could be used by the 802nd Regiment were concentrated in the second battalion.

Peng Zesheng, the commander of the second battalion, personally served as the leader of the death squad, holding a light machine gun in his hand, and on either side of him were officers who also held machine guns and acted as pioneers.

All of them were officers at or above the platoon level who were still alive in the second battalion.

Behind him, there was a daredevil, armed with the only remaining grenade and a large knife in his hand.

Only grenades and broadswords.

They weren't prepared to come back alive.

Death squads, death squads, death squads don't die, who dies?

"Brothers, all follow Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is dead, you are stepping on Lao Tzu's corpse!" Peng Zesheng was murderous: "The Oriental who is a turtle son has bullied the heads of Lao Tzu!" The turtle's son dared to stand in the way of Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu paid him two ear droppings, so that he couldn't distinguish between the southeast and the northwest. ”

After speaking, he yelled with all his might:

"Brothers, rush!"

In January, the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army organized a death squad to launch a counterattack on the newly lost Chenjiahang position!

This is a mortal counterattack!

Three hundred daredevils, three hundred iron-blooded loyal and brave Sichuan troops, three hundred broadswords, at that moment, the strongest roar of the Chinese nation erupted:

Fight back to the death!

The machine gun roared.

A machine-gun team, composed entirely of officers, poured all the bullets into the Japanese positions!

Meng Shaoyuan could see clearly in the telescope:

A Sichuan officer fell, and soon someone rushed up from behind, picking up his machine gun:

Shoot! Shoot! Keep shooting!

He saw Peng Zesheng stumble, but then straightened up again and continued to pull the trigger!

He saw one by one the daredevils, constantly falling, but no one stopped.

Strong, 802 regiment!

Strong, Sichuan Army!

Great, China!

Rushed up, the brethren of the Sichuan army rushed up!

The big sword is bright!

It was the cry of the whole nation:

We will never be slaves!

Peng Zesheng, commander of the 2nd Battalion of the Sichuan Army.

On the 15th of the month, he led 300 daredevils to launch a counterattack on Chenjiaxing's position.

points, Chen Jiaxing's position was lost and regained.

It was a battle, and Peng Zesheng was born, and two hundred and eight daredevils were killed.

All the survivors were wounded.

When the body of the battalion commander Peng Zesheng was found, there were a total of seven bullet holes and four stab wounds on his body......

"Chief Meng, Chief Meng, food, food is here!"

Chen Houman took more than a dozen people, each with a large bag, as soon as he saw Meng Shaoyuan, he immediately shouted excitedly: "Food, I brought it!" ”

Meng Shaoyuan didn't say a word.

"Eat ......"

As soon as Chen Houman finished speaking, he suddenly looked around in a daze, and said in a daze: "What...... Why are there so few people left? What about people? Where have all the people gone? ”

Among the three battalion commanders, Wei Juchuan, who is still alive, took a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and while eating, tears flowed uncontrollably.

"I've brought something to eat, so much to eat."

Chen Houman sat on the ground, burst into tears, and cried bitterly: "Brothers, wake up, come to eat, I brought food, I really brought food!" ”

(The dialogue between Lin Xianghou and Meng Shaoyuan was a temporary modification and addition.) There is an amazing coincidence here, originally according to the outline and sub-outline, the two days were the scenes of the Sichuan Army's forward Lin Xianghou's department, including the foreshadowing a few days ago, everyone can also see it. And just the day before yesterday, I saw a news that a gentleman surnamed He in Chengdu called the Gusu Evening News, hoping to help find the burial place of his uncle who sacrificed his life for the country in the War of Resistance Against Japan. Mr. He's uncle is called Lin Xianghou.

Eighty-two years have passed, and the descendants of the former hero still do not know where his bones are buried. According to the recollection of Xiang Wenbin, the commander of the Sichuan Army, Lin Xianghou was seriously injured but did not die, and was evacuated to a field hospital near Huqiu Mountain in Suzhou for rescue, and later died of his injuries and martyrdom. His comrades-in-arms also erected a monument to him. But there is also a saying that Lin Xianghou was martyred on the spot. In short, no matter which way it is said, Lin Xianghou's burial place has never been found. Including the "Hero's Tomb" in the Suzhou collection.

Coincidentally, it happened that the spider happened to write about Lin Xianghou, so I thought, I don't know where Lin Xianghou's bones are, but at least in the book, I can let his soul return to his hometown. After all, most Chinese's traditional concepts are to return to their roots. ）