Commander Chen Shou and Division Commander Chen Qilin both spoke, nothing more than our generation of soldiers, only the horse leather shroud to serve the country and other heroic words, and the final finale was General Chen Zikun.

Chen Zikun first saluted the audience when he came to the stage, the Jiangdong Army is his family, and the students of the Jiangdong Army Military Academy are his heart, these best young people in Jiangdong Province are about to go to the battlefield, what awaits them is the test of blood and fire, the war is cruel, I don't know how many people can survive.

"The people wearing military uniforms on this stage, including my adjutant, are all surnamed Chen, I think you just call Chen Jiajun." Chan's first sentence was a joke.

With a chuckle, the soldiers' tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Chen Zikun's face was straight, and he said: "You are about to go to the Songhu battlefield, what China has been like over the years, you all know very well, I won't say much about the words, when charging on the battlefield, remember to bend down, the subordinates meet the commander, don't salute, and finally send you two sentences, you need to be bold when it comes to all difficulties, meet on a narrow road......" Speaking of this, he paused, raised his eyes and looked at the 10,000 soldiers in the audience.

"The brave wins!" The 10,000 soldiers of the newly formed division let out a roar like a sea of mountains.

The sound of military music sounded, and General Chen Zikun, on behalf of the Military Commission, awarded the new division with a military flag and a new number, the 17th Model Division of the Republic of China Army.

After the flag-awarding ceremony, the Model 17th Division immediately set off for the battlefield, even a well-equipped unit like Chen Jiajun had not reached full mechanization, only officers above the regimental level had cars, battalion commanders and company commanders rode horses, artillery rode trucks, and infantry could only march on foot.

The troops marched along the central street of the provincial capital, marching to the wharf with great vigor and vigor, and the shops on both sides of the street were all hung with the national flag in the blue sky and the white sun, and the citizens were bustling, watching the national army go on the march, and the children in the arms of the adults also waved the national flag to cheer for the soldiers: "Kill more little Japan." ”

There are also many uncles and aunts wiping their tears, their children are in the queue, there are no eyes on the battlefield, who knows if they can see each other again, Liu Cunren's family is also standing on the side of the road, looking forward to it, hoping to see their son in the team.

The son is already twenty years old, and he was sent to the Jiangdong Army Military Academy by the eldest sister before finishing middle school, this kid has been naughty since he was a child, and he is much more stable after becoming a soldier, and now he is the deputy platoon commander of the warrant officer of the dignified National Army, and he will be a general in the future.

Liu Xiaoyong's company walked over, this is an ordinary infantry company, the company commander rode in front, behind is the machine gunner carrying the Makqin heavy machine gun and the brigade of infantry, Liu Xiaoyong walked in the queue Tiger and tiger, saw the parents and siblings standing on the side of the street, he smiled and waved, and then strode forward and walked away.

The team started, the central street returned to calm, Liu Cunren's family returned home with a small flag, Liu's mother was in a trance, she didn't even cook, and asked from time to time: "Her father, do you think Xiaoyong will be injured?" ”

Liu Cun was relieved: "The Jiangdong Army is well-trained, and it is not worse than the Japanese, so Xiao Yong will be fine." In fact, he doesn't understand military affairs, it's just a guess out of thin air, so that his family can rest assured.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door outside, Liu Ting came in, and the old couple pulled their daughter to talk again, and finally mentioned Liu Ting's marriage: "You are really not young, you are not married in your thirties, and your eldest sister's children can play soy sauce." ”

Liu Ting's ears were calloused, and she smiled: "Everyone has their own way of living, I'm not married, but I also have a son, didn't Xiao Nan call your grandfather and grandma?" ”

Liu Cunren said: "After all, it's not biological, and it's still surnamed Chen...... What's going on between you and Director Chen, it's been so long, you're not in a hurry, and he is not in a hurry? ”

Liu Ting said: "What's the hurry, it's good to be like this, anyway, it's better than being an aunt's wife." ”

The daughter is stubborn, and the old couple can't do anything, I just hope that Chen Zikun knows his daughter's contribution and treats her better.

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The brothers of the 1st Regiment, 2nd Battalion, and 3rd Company of the Model Division got on a machine ship to transport coal, and all parts of the country were transporting soldiers and supplies to Shanghai.

The bulk carrier has an open hatch, the GIs sit on the ground, playing cards, smoking, bragging, farting, and the roar of the machine covers up the sound of talking, on an August day, the heat is unbearable, and the bilge is filled with the smell of sweat and vomit, Liu Xiaoyong is an officer, he can go to the deck to rest and breathe some fresh air, but he is the deputy platoon commander, and he must lead by example with the brothers.

When the ship arrived at an unknown wharf, the soldiers disembarked to eat, and the logistics office of the division headquarters set up a few large cauldrons on the shore, boiling thick porridge, which was extremely hot, and the soldiers took turns to eat with tea jars and lunch boxes, squatting on the ground regardless of the hot mouth, and eating while blowing, and the commander blew the whistle before he finished eating.

After eating a little and half-satisfied, the troops boarded the ship again, and when they arrived at the Xiaguan wharf in Nanjing, it was already dawn the next day, and the brothers got off the ship with sleepy eyes, boarded the stuffy tank car of the train in the sound of whistles and orders, and drove to the Songhu battlefield without stopping.

The Nanjing Nationalist Government set up a wartime body, the Supreme Council of National Defense, organized the base camp to command the War of Resistance against Japan, and the whole country mobilized to devote themselves to the anti-Japanese salvation.

The door of the stuffy tanker was open, the soldiers crowded at the door, curiously looking at the Bofors anti-aircraft guns pulled on the flatbed, under the railway embankment was a road, I don't know which way the troops were advancing on foot, they were wearing straw sandals and leggings, wearing gray cloth military uniforms, carrying Hanyang, Liu Xiaoyong waved at them, and they also greeted the friendly troops on the train.

When the train arrived near Suzhou, it would no longer move forward, the air supremacy was in the hands of the Japanese, and they had to get off the train and advance on foot, and the soldiers folded branches and wrapped their hats around them as cover, and the column moved forward, and when they were hungry, they would nibble on some dry food, and no matter how tired and sleepy they were, they could not fall behind.

The next morning, when we finally arrived near Shanghai, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, the roar of airplanes was heard from time to time in the sky, and in an open space on the side of the road, there were blood stains and bomb craters, and it was said that yesterday a regiment of the Sichuan Army lined up here for pre-war mobilization, but was discovered by Japanese planes, dropped a bunch of bombs, and killed and wounded most of them without even seeing the enemy's face.

The model division was incorporated into Chen Cheng's 15th Group Army, stationed in Zhabei, the troops advanced along both sides of the road, loaded bullets, ready to fight at any time, the enemy and us interspersed with battles, the inner line was not safe, everywhere were broken walls, everywhere there were flames and black smoke, in the telescope, the Japanese army's reconnaissance balloons were hung in the air, guiding the direction for artillery and warships, whenever the shells hit, the brothers would lie down and hide, and then shake off the dust and continue to move forward when the bombardment was over.

They took over the position of the 18th Brigade of the 6th Division, the friendly troops suffered heavy casualties, the formations were all gone, and only 100 people were evacuated alive.

Soon after entering the position, the Japanese shelling and bombardment began, and the cruisers on the Huangpu River fired at the positions of the Nationalists with large-caliber naval guns, and with each shell that fell, the ground trembled, and the windows of the surrounding houses were shattered, and the trunks of the trees were charred black.

In the sky were Japanese planes like flies, unscrupulously strafing and bombing, as if entering a no-man's land, the model division had previously conducted air defense drills and knew how to conduct air raids, but it still lost a lot of people.

The brothers all began to scold, scolding the air force for eating dry food for nothing, and dozens of casualties before they saw the Japanese, how to fight this battle, Liu Xiaoyong was also angry, this is the sky of China, how can Japanese planes be rampant.

Suddenly, two biplane fighters painted with blue sky and white sun emblems flew over, and a desperate struggle began in the air, and the brothers of the army all looked up to watch the battle, stopped scolding, and cheered for their own air force.

A Chinese plane was hit by a bomb and exploded in the air, and the position fell silent, but the remaining plane not only did not escape, but became more and more courageous, entangled with the enemy plane, the air roared continuously, tracer bullets flew sideways, from time to time a Japanese plane was shot down, dragging black smoke to the ground, the brothers cheered, counting the results for the air battle hero, one, two, three!

The tiger couldn't stand the wolves, the heroic Chinese fighter was still hit, dragging black smoke rolling in the air, Liu Xiaoyong was so anxious that he shouted: "Parachute, parachute!" ”

A white umbrella flower appeared in the air, and the pilot parachuted.

As soon as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a gust of wind blew, blowing the pilot to the Japanese position, and Liu Xiaoyong immediately asked for instructions to go to the peak and asked to lead the troops to rescue the people.

The battalion commander immediately approved and asked Liu Xiaoyong to take a platoon to rescue the pilot.

"The life of flying a plane is more expensive than our gold, no matter what, save people back." The battalion commander patted Liu Xiaoyong on the shoulder.

Deputy platoon commander Liu ordered the 25 soldiers of the headquarters, jumped out of the trench and quickly approached the pilot's landing site, they ran quickly with their guns on their waists, and suddenly a burst of machine gun bullets hit, and immediately fell seven or eight, and the rest lay on the ground and crawled forward.

The heavy machine guns on the Chinese positions began to cover the fire, and then the Japanese grenadiers and mortars also joined in, and more than 20 Chinese soldiers lying in the middle ground were killed by the Japanese one after another, and the bullet holes were all in the head.

Liu Xiaoyong and three or four soldiers hid under a pile of rubble, they watched their comrades being killed, but they couldn't do anything, the Japanese firepower was too strong, and the outcropping was death.

The battalion commander sent another group of people to rush over for reinforcements, and half of them were killed in the middle of the road, Liu Xiaoyong felt that his throat and eyes were hot, and he took out a kettle to drink water with trembling hands, but he couldn't even find his mouth, and fear filled his heart.

Lifting up the binoculars to look at the pilot, who seemed to have broken his leg, sat under a wall, looking anxiously at this side.

The Japanese were too insidious, and they deliberately used the pilots as bait to lure our troops to the rescue and take the opportunity to kill and injure our living forces.

No, what is he going to do! Liu Xiaoyong's breathing suddenly became rapid, and the Chinese pilot in the telescope took out a photo from his pocket and kissed it on his lips, then raised the revolver in his hand and shot himself in the temple.

Liu Xiaoyong burst into tears and blurred the camera.