The temporary location of the 301st Regiment of the 74th Army was not in Bengbu, but in a sparsely populated town on the outskirts of the city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This winter's Bengbu is extremely cold, and the cold is like a knife on the face, even if they are wearing thick cotton military uniforms, no one wants to go outside in such weather.

Those soldiers who successfully broke through from Nanjing to Bengbu alive did not have the constraints of a commander, nor did they have combat missions, so they lived an extraordinarily decadent life, sleeping soundly, playing chess, and gambling money.

In a sturdy brick room, the windows had been blocked by broken cotton wool, a large pot of charcoal was burning, and the room was warm, and more than a dozen soldiers with naked faces were shouting and gambling money around the Eight Immortals table.

Although the bloody battlefield in Nanjing, which rained bullets, had just passed, these soldiers who had escaped death were like forcing themselves to lose their memory, and no one wanted to mention this stubble again, and they should have fun as if it had never happened.

For these veterans who rolled over on the battlefield, they can live until now thanks to the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and they will not be so lucky next time.

Captain and company commander Wang Meng's luck today is particularly bad, all the valuable things he took out from those dead corpses were exchanged for silver dollars in Bengbu City, and at this moment they are all lost to the group of rabbits under his hands.

"Brother Wang, go on." Seeing that the captain and company commander Wang Meng paused slightly, those brothers who were happy to win hurriedly opened their mouths to urge.

Wang Meng touched his empty pockets, pushed with both hands, and stood up: "You guys play first, Lao Tzu is lucky today, so I won't play."

"Come on, come on, let's continue." Those brothers were used to gambling for money, and when they saw that Wang Meng was not playing, they did not stop.

Wang Meng walked to the door and leaned against the door frame, took out the crumpled cigarette case, shook a cigarette and put it in his mouth, polished the match and lit it and took a puff, the smoke came out of his nostrils, and he felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.

Although they were reluctant to mention it, the bloody battle in Nanjing still made them unforgettable, and Wang Meng looked at the pure and lofty sky and sat down along the threshold.

Their 301st Regiment was disabled in Nanjing, the regiment commander was withdrawn from the battle, and the deputy regiment commander Ji Hongru led them to charge, and his body was full of bullet holes, and he didn't die like that, he just went to the hospital, and now he is lying in the hospital to enjoy his happiness.

The six chief and deputy company commanders of their three battalions survived him, Wang Meng couldn't help but take a puff of cigarette when he thought of this, he had never fought such a cruel battle, what kind of war was this, it was completely to fill the trenches with the lives of the brothers.

Wang Meng was sitting on the threshold smoking and sighing, when a major with a Chinese face walked in from outside the door.

"Hey, Battalion Commander Lu, what kind of wind blew you here?" Wang Meng saw the first battalion commander Lu Xing, stood up with a smile and handed over the cigarette.

Now the entire 301 regiment officers have been defeated, and the remaining Dumiao battalion commander Lu Xing is temporarily in charge of the work.

Lu Xing, the battalion commander of the major, took the cigarette and lit it and said, "Let your brothers pack up, and the deputy regiment commander will come over."

Wang Meng put down his cigarette and looked at Lu Xing with a puzzled face: "Battalion Commander Lu, no, isn't our Deputy Regiment Commander Ji still lying in the hospital, where is the Deputy Regiment Commander?"

Battalion Commander Lu, the commander of the first battalion, took a puff of cigarette, spit out the smoke ring, and said: "The newly transferred deputy regiment commander is also the commander of your third battalion."

When Wang Meng heard this, he immediately felt unhappy in his heart, these brothers died to death, and he had no problem with the promotion of new officers from among their brothers who fought bloodily.

But this suddenly parachuted a deputy regiment commander over, and by the way, he also served as the commander of a battalion, what is going on.

"It won't be the young master of that family again, right? Then I won't wait. Wang Meng said angrily.

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, replied: "This time it's not those young masters who are forced in, I heard that they also broke through from Nanjing, and they have also won the Order of the Blue Sky and the White Sun, and they have fought no less than us."

Captain and company commander Wang Meng didn't believe it: "Battalion Commander Lu, don't fool me, I can't rub sand in my eyes."

"When did I fool you? Let your brethren behave properly, and if you hit him in the hand, don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

Just when the company commander Wang Meng was suspicious, the roar of military vehicles suddenly came to mind on the road outside.

"Here, let's go to the door to greet you."

Lu Xing, the temporary head of the 301st Regiment and the battalion commander of the major, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and led the company commander Wang Meng towards the door.

Yang Ling, the new official, naturally did not wear the tattered clothes he had when he broke through from Nanjing, but at this moment more than 200 of their brothers were dressed in neat brand-new gray cotton military uniforms and German-style steel helmets, and drove into the town in military vehicles.

Behind them was a long line of military carts with weapons and ammunition, and the procession was mighty and magnificent, and the people of the town stopped to watch and talk about such a mighty army there.

Although the 301st Regiment was stationed in the town, they were still wearing tattered military uniforms, their faces were full of decadence and depression, and all their weapons and equipment were lost on the other side of the Nanjing River.

The summer clothes of the Central Army are different from those of the provincial army, but the winter clothes are gray cotton military uniforms, although they look bloated and fat when worn and not as beautiful as those of later generations, but at least they are warm, which is a great good thing in this year.

The military vehicle stopped at the gate of the 301st regiment's station, Yang Ling was also wearing a cotton military uniform, wearing a brand-new badge armband, and his temperament was suddenly extraordinary when the armed belt was tied, and he simply pushed the door open from the co-pilot seat and got out of the car.

"Get off! Gather! Yang Ling's voice echoed in the cold wind.

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, and Wang Meng, the commander of the third battalion, had not seen anyone yet, but they had already heard about him, and they quickened their pace and rushed to the door.

Liu Yidao and the others had always marched on foot, and before the fresh energy of the ride had passed, they began to get motion sickness, and entered the town in the bumps, and many of the brothers were pale.

After hearing Yang Ling's order, they jumped out of the car one after another, and began to assemble as a team under the shouting of the company platoon commander.

More than 200 brothers, dressed in uniform equipment, and veterans who had survived the flesh and blood battlefield, stood straight there at this moment, and the momentum came out.

The onlookers were all pointing, guessing where this mighty team came from, and the little daughters-in-law and big girls who were hiding in the crowd also looked at them shyly, and the deer in their hearts collided.

Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion, and Wang Meng, the only remaining company commander of the third battalion, stood at the door and looked at the neat and uniform team at the door, and there was a hidden killing atmosphere.

"Lu Xing, the commander of the first battalion of the 301st Regiment, has met Deputy Commander Yang!"

"Wang Meng, the captain of the first company of the third battalion of the 301st regiment, has met Deputy Regiment Commander Yang."

Lu Xing and Wang Meng both stood in front of Yang Ling and saluted, and Yang Ling also smiled in return.

"I'm a newcomer, and I'm not familiar with the situation, so I asked Battalion Commander Lu and Company Commander Wang to help me a lot." Yang Ling reached out and shook hands with them one by one, showing enough affinity.

Lu Xing replied with a smile: "I will abide by the military orders of Deputy Regiment Commander Yang in my humble duties."