There are countless little people in the world, in their respective lives, as they may feel that they live vigorously, but in the long river of history, they have not even stirred up a wave, as a human individual, the vast majority of people have been summed up by a historical inheritance or human reproduction, and finally disappeared into oblivion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But there will also be a very small number of little people who will be remembered by future generations, if not for anything else, just because they appeared at the turning point of history.

For example, a 19-year-old Serbian young man named Princip assassinated the Austro-Hungarian Crown Prince and his wife at 9 a.m. on June 28, 1914 in Sarajevo.

July 7, 1937.

Beiping Lugou Bridge.

Another small person stood at the turning point of history, his name was Kikujiro Shimura, a private in the Chinese Dispatch Army of the Great Japanese Empire.

When the Japanese army was exercising outside Wanping County, this private named Shimura "disappeared", but the funny thing is that this little man named Shimura Kikujiro returned to his unit after twenty minutes, and the reason for his "disappearance" was because he had a stomach upset.

Later, he was discharged from active duty by the Japanese army and sent back to China.

In 1944, Kikujiro Shimura, who was conscripted into the army again, was killed in Burma by Sun Liren's division of the newly formed First Army of the Republic of China.

Kikujiro Shimura is also a small person, and the reason why he is remembered is not because he soaked in the land that does not belong to him because of the need for physiological excretion in the twenty minutes of his disappearance, but because in the twenty minutes of his disappearance, the Japanese army who had been planning for a long time thought that the missing Japanese soldier had entered Wanping County, so the Chinese and Japanese troops had negotiations, and the negotiations were unsuccessful.

As a result, several Japanese mortar shells flew into Wanping County, and the Chinese army began to counterattack, and the Lugou Bridge Incident, also known as the Qiqi Incident, broke out.

In the first days of the July Seven Incident, although the fighting was fierce, the scale was not very large.

The Japanese army continued to negotiate and sign agreements with Song Zheyuan and constantly tore up the agreement, and Song Zheyuan still fantasized that he could be at peace with the Japanese army as he used to be if he made a few concessions.

It was in his neglect that the 20th Division of the Korean Army, the 1st and 11th Brigades of the Kwantung Army, and about 10,000 infantry brigades of the Chinese Garrison Army had been deployed in place, and when the number of Japanese troops reached more than 50,000, a major war was inevitable.

In the early morning of July 28, outside the barracks of the 29th Army in Nanyuan.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old student soldier was lying in the trench, looking ahead, with a thin figure, a faint fluff on his chin, wearing a fat coarse cloth uniform, his name was Wu Hongyu, he and many soldiers around him who were dressed similarly belonged to the student military training regiment that had not been established for a long time.

Students are always the most enthusiastic group of Chinese, because they are enthusiastic and motivated, and they are willing to throw their heads and spill their blood for their ideals.

It has been more than two months since Wu Hongyu came to the student military training corps.

He still remembers the impassioned speeches of the exiled students in the Northeast in their school, and remembers the song "On the Songhua River" that made him empathize.

So, he became a soldier, albeit a soldier without a gun.

He lowered his head and looked at the four grenades placed at his feet, as well as the silent big blade, the grenade himself had already learned to use, and the big blade had learned the most basic tricks by himself, but he regretted that he didn't have a gun, and he didn't even have many veterans, but he didn't even have that kind of stupid cover gun.

The guns of their military training regiment were in the hands of instructors and a small group of student soldiers who excelled in shooting.

Although he also knew that the guns of the 29th Army were not rich, he couldn't help but offer to give him and his student comrades a gun when a brigade commander surnamed Huo inspected the military training regiment.

At that time, Brigade Commander Huo smiled heartily and replied to him, the gun is not fired, but don't be afraid, we have big blades, we have grenades, in Gufengkou, in Luojiayu, our 29th Army used this to hack thousands of devils.

At that time, including Wu Hongyu, everyone laughed, yes, although the devil has aircraft artillery, but one life is worth one life, we Chinese should not be a bad race, we are not afraid of him!

The white belly of the fish in the eastern sky began to slowly expand and dissipate, and in the unbearable waiting, the sky finally dawned.

"I wonder if the Japanese devils will come today?" Shen Hong heard a student soldier not far away whispering, everyone has been waiting here all night, fortunately, it's summer, it's not cold, it's just that the morning dew wets the cloth shoes, making them sticky and not very comfortable.

At this moment, a roar sounded from far and near, and more than a dozen small black dots appeared in the sky.

"It's the devil's bomber coming, all of them lie down and hide!" The instructor in charge of the command shouted.

Wu Hongyu was lying in the trench, but his eyes were always fixed on the sky.

The roar of the plane was getting louder and louder, the ridge of the trench blocked his vision, and he could only see a long strip of sky, and he wondered if he could see the little devil's plane clearly this time.

At this moment, he recorded the most memorable scene of his life, more than a dozen black planes intruded into his sight so closely, he could see the plaster flag logo on the plane.

At this moment, he saw a large number of long round black things sprinkled on the plane, the shape of which reminded him of the spindle he had seen for his grandmother to spin thread when he was a child.

The little black dots grew bigger and bigger, and they grew bigger and bigger, and he could even see the propeller-like tail of the spindle, and just then he heard a sharp whistling sound that seemed to hit his own head.

Great fear overcame shock, and the moment Wu Hongyu closed his eyes and buried his head, there was a rumbling sound all around, and smoke and dust rose into the air.

The time of the first round of bombardment was not long, Wu Hongyu moved, shook off the soil pressing on his head vigorously, and when he opened his eyes again, the entire position had changed.

There were many large pits of two or three meters, and the stumps and broken arms of the soldiers were all over the ground, which was the result of bombs falling directly into the trenches, and they were poor students, many of whom went to the battlefield for the first time, and lost their lives before the first shot was fired at the devil.

When I looked back again, the barracks not far behind were also hit, the red tongues of fire accompanied by black smoke, the wounded screamed heartbreakingly, the health soldiers, the stretcher team were busy in a mess. (To be continued.) )