It's mid-August. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Sino-Japanese battlefield is heating up like the heat of the weather, and the war has already started in an all-round way.

The 918 Incident was beaten by the Japanese and did not fight back, so they lost the three eastern provinces, and the 77 Incident was fought back after being beaten, but it still lost Pingjin, and this time the Battle of Songhu was different, the Chinese army held the attitude that we would also engage in him first, and wanted to destroy the Japanese army that had gained a foothold in the Songhu area or drive it back to the sea.

Therefore, no matter who fired the first shot, it is no longer the most critical, the key is that the Chinese army is determined to take the offensive, the domestic anti-Japanese united front has been initially formed, and ****** under the pressure of the Japanese army to annex the whole of China, it is also determined to make a good example, not only to show those miscellaneous armies who were the first to resist Japan but are unhappy, but also to let Western friends see.

Wave after wave of Chinese troops rushed to the front line, and the 18th Army and 71st Army of the Central Army, the 26th Army and 40th Army of the Northwest Army, the 49th Army and 57th Army of the Northeast Army, the 16th Army and the 22nd Army of the Hunan Army, and the 83rd Army of the Guangdong Army were thrown into the Songhu battlefield one after another.

They were armed with small arms between high-rise buildings, in towns and villages, or in waist-deep trenches, and subjected to the discharge of Japanese steel explosives, and then launched a heroic charge.

Hundreds of thousands of men and horses were in the midst of a fierce battle, and the news on the battlefield ahead was like snowflakes in the media reports, stirring up the people of Nanjing, the capital, who were also applauded by the progress made by the Chinese army, or dejected by the Japanese army's superiority

In Song Zijun's small building.

Huo Xiaoshan was lying on his back on the bed at this time, with his arms crossed behind his head, and his eyes were staring at the ceiling, making a contemplative appearance.

Murong Pei was like a kitten, leaning on Huo Xiaoshan's chest obediently.

Huo Xiaoshan has been lying in this position for a long time, and Murong Pei has been using the same posture, looking at Huo Xiaoshan's face, she looked at Huo Xiaoshan's dark eyes motionless for a while, and blinked for a while, knowing that he was thinking about things, so he kept silent.

The weather was hot, although the window of Xiaolou was open and the temperature was a little lower, but after a long time between the two of them, Murong Pei still felt that there were fine beads of sweat on the place where she was attached to Huo Xiaoshan's body, but she felt Huo Xiaoshan's faint manly breath, but she was reluctant to get up.

Since the first kiss, the layer of window paper between the two people has also been pierced, and they have naturally become lovers in the real sense.

It's just that in this troubled autumn, the temperature between the two young people has not yet risen, and in reality, such and such things have come one after another.

First, the Xi'an Incident, the principal was detained, and then the 77 Incident, his closest person passed away.

Huo Xiaoshan and Murong Pei are not the kind of infatuated men and women who live in ivory towers, although they have intimate behaviors when they are together, their minds are much lighter after all, but they pay more attention to the development of the current situation.

"Xiaoshanzi, what are you thinking, can you tell me?" Murong Pei finally opened his mouth.

"Oh, I'm thinking of a way to fight devils." Huo Xiaoshan responded.

"Figured it out?" Murong Pei raised his snuggled head.

"Kind of understood. You see, I came out of the house by myself......" Huo Xiaoshan subconsciously fiddled with Murong Pei's small hands with his big hands, Murong Pei's fingers were slender and soft, just like the white onions after the rain.

"At home?" Murong Pei was stunned.

"Oh, when I say home, I'm talking about that small village in Heilongjiang." Huo Xiaoshan explained.

"Oh," Murong Pei nodded.

"Ever since I came out of the house, I've been dealing with little devils. The first time, I punched the little devil, and I guess I could kill him. Huo Xiaoshan remembered his debut novel.

"One punch can kill a little devil?" Murong Pei didn't believe it.

"Of course, that punch hit ......," Huo Xiaoshan said halfway through.

"Where's the hit?" Murong Pei asked.

"Don't ask, anyway, if you don't want him to die, he will have to cut off his children and grandchildren in the future. Hey. Huo Xiaoshan smiled rarely.

"Why did you cut off your children and grandchildren?" Murong asked in surprise.

"Uh...... This and this, if he is beaten to death, he will naturally be cut off. Huo Xiaoshan was busy covering up.

"But your tone just now ......," Murong Pei asked

"But what's it, you still don't listen?" Huo Xiaoshan was afraid that she would ask again, so he hurriedly interrupted her words, but instead asked aggressively and defensively.

"People aren't listening." Murong Pei naturally didn't understand Huo Xiaoshan's trick to surround Wei and save Zhao, and began to look at Huo Xiaoshan's eyes again, listening to him intently.

"Ever since the first fight, I've been dealing with little devils non-stop. also killed a lot of devils. However, in all these experiences of fighting devils, I have never fought a positional battle with a devil face-to-face, nor have I fought with a devil on the battlefield like my father or Uncle Scar. Huo Xiaoshan said this, obviously the conclusion he came to after pondering just now.

"So what, I think you must be very good at positional warfare!" Murong Pei is not a thoughtless girl, on the contrary, she is a very assertive person, but is it not the case of being with Huo Xiaoshan, as long as the two of them are together, when it comes to fighting devils, she has a blind and unconditional trust and worship for Huo Xiaoshan.

"How simple is it that you say?" Huo Xiaoshan's eyes were distant, "When a person is lying in a trench only one meter deep, under the devil's plane, tank, artillery, and machine guns, whether he can survive or not is a matter of fate."

This is like the saying that pies fall from the sky, and the people who can be hit by the pies falling from the sky are absolutely one in ten thousand, but if it is hail in the sky, I dare to say that I can not be hit by hailstones.

No matter how good you are, can you block bullets, can you block shells, can you block bombs, can't you......"

Murong Pei looked at Huo Xiaoshan with a pair of good-looking eyes, and listened to Huo Xiaoshan's words quietly.

Huo Xiaoshan didn't appreciate Murong Pei's cute appearance when he listened to him as usual, but immersed all his mind in his own topic.

"What's more, it is not one person who fights positional warfare, but many people, even if a person can grind a few nails with iron? I really didn't think of any good way to deal with them, and they gave full play to their advantages.

There are many factors involved in frontal positional warfare, such as the commander's command level, the allocation of firepower, the combat capability and tactical level of individual soldiers, the coordination of various arms of the armed forces, and the in-depth defense and three-dimensional defense of the position...... Listening to Uncle Scar's talk, I suddenly felt that **** and Japanese devils fought a positional war, and no matter how they fought, they belonged to the weaker side. ”

"The terrain around Songhu is flat, the water network is vertical and horizontal, and it is not easy to build fortifications!" Speaking of this, Huo Xiaoshan's face changed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Murong Pei, who had been listening attentively, naturally felt the changes in Huo Xiaoshan.

"**** is in a weak position in all aspects, and there is no danger to defend on the Songhu battlefield...... Could it be ......" Huo Xiaoshan suddenly had a bad premonition.

"You mean ...... Shanghai" Murong Pei was also worried, because his uncle was now commanding the Chinese army on the battlefield of Songhu.

"It will be fine, judging from the newspapers, the government has made up its mind to fight with the Japanese devils, and is fighting with the devils seriously, and we Chinese are still afraid of it?" Murong Pei said.

Huo Xiaoshan didn't say anything more, but the worry in his heart still existed.

"I once heard my uncle accidentally say that we built a large number of national defense fortifications between Shanghai and Nanjing, and between Shanghai and Hangzhou." Murong Pei remembered something.

"Oh? Is it too late to fix it? Huo Xiaoshan asked because the so-called national defense fortifications are required to be extremely strong, and they should be made of reinforced concrete.

"It's not repaired now, it's been repaired a long time ago, I heard my uncle say that it was repaired by the National Government after the 128 Incident, and it should have been completed by now." Murong Pei continued.

"Oh, that's pretty good." Huo Xiaoshan nodded, in this way, even if Shanghai cannot be defended, the Chinese army can still rely on the support of national defense fortifications to counter the superior firepower of the Japanese army, so as to prevent the entire Chinese door from opening wide and allowing the invaders to drive straight in.

"Forget it, I don't want to fight, I can't figure it out no matter how I think about it, since I believe in Buddhism, I just need to do my own thing well, who knows what this battle will look like." Huo Xiaoshan pulled his arm out of the back of his head, and Murong Pei hurriedly got up from his arms.

And after Huo Xiaoshan stretched his waist, he stretched out and took Murong Pei into his arms, and put his face next to Murong Pei's delicate face, rubbing the broken hair between Murong Pei's ears. Murong Pei's face was a little blushing, but he didn't dodge, but spread his arms around Huo Xiaoshan's neck, feeling extremely steady.

"Little Mountain," Murong Pei whispered

"Hmm," Huo Xiaoshan replied lightly

"You found that without your mother, now that she is chanting Buddha more and more diligently, and she has fewer words to me, does she dislike me anymore?" Murong Pei asked a little worriedly.

"How come, my mother still likes you as much as she used to. She just chanted the Buddha more and more diligently, and I sometimes can't understand my mother now. Perhaps, my mother is really like what the Buddhist book says, and she has entered the samadhi of reciting the Buddha," Huo Xiaoshan guessed. As he grew older and his experience increased, he felt that his mind was not as calm as he had been when he recited the Buddha, but sometimes his heart was full of hatred for the Japanese, and there was an urge to kill and poke out all the invaders. He pondered. (To be continued.) )