Under the night, a city is covered with blackness, like a giant beast hiding in the darkness.

Although it has thick walls and tall gates, it is too old after all.

Who knows how many years of history it has? The city, which has experienced the vicissitudes of history, is now facing the invaders armed by industrialization, can it still last until one day and one night?

There was a sound of footsteps on the stone slab. It was an officer who rushed back from the outskirts of Songjiang County.

He walked into a door under the guidance of the soldiers.

The door was still dark, but when the soldier opened another door inside, the bright candlelight shone out, but the outer door was closed at this time, so there was still no house in the dark night.

A glimmer of light.

And this is the headquarters of the Sixty-Seventh Army.

The officer walked into the room and saw that there were thirty or forty of the same officers in the room, but not many officers with the same title that he was familiar with.

Because he was a regiment commander, he was always able to get together with other colleagues when he was in the military headquarters for meetings.

"Ma Teng is the one who is missing you, start the meeting now." A hoarse voice sounded in the venue with a hint of fatigue. It was the commander Wu Keyong.

It was just me? Ma Teng showed a puzzled expression on his face. Did he read it wrong? He then glanced at the officers in the room.

"No need to find it," said Wu Keyong, "All those who can come have come, and those who can't come will never come."

There is no doubt that the commander Wu Ke used a pun.

Ma Teng, who is known for his good at fighting tough battles in the Sixty-Seventh Army, felt a hint of sadness in his heart.

It turned out that most of the officers of the same level that I was familiar with had been killed.

The meeting began like this.

The Sixty-Seventh Army arrived in Qingpu on November 6, and then headed straight to Songjiang County and entered the battle.

As of now, they have been fighting for one day or two nights, and they need to hold on for another day, or one day or one night.

Since there were so many officers of the same rank, there were probably many deaths in the entire army, and all the officers began to guess.

The speech of the commander Wu Keyong shocked them even more: "Just as I said, many of our officers cannot come back, and now our entire army has suffered more than half of the casualties!"

Although the officers present had already been mentally prepared, they were still surprised.

Their teams were suffering heavy casualties, but they always took luck and hoped that their brothers would be better.

But now, according to the mission requirements, half of the troops have been killed in just half of the time. So if we persist until tomorrow, will the entire 67th Army no longer exist?

"The casualties of our army are obvious to all, but we still have to continue to fight." At this time, Wu Keyong expressed his attitude again.

"First, we are from the Northeast Army. During the September 18th period, for various reasons, the Young Marshal and all of us were illegitimate. We need to use our actions to prove that our Young Marshal is not a fleeing general.

Our troops are not unresisting troops either.

Second, you have also seen it on the battlefield of Songhu. Not only did we work hard, but the Central Army and other armies are the same. Even a division of the Sichuan Army was killed in a few hours. This war was carried out by the three eastern provinces.

At the beginning, as the army of the three northeastern provinces, we must not be cowards!

Third, the young marshal decided to detain the old man in Xi'an. What was our purpose? It was to force him to fight against Japan. Now we have entered the battlefield of the anti-Japanese war, and it is the time to fight the enemy bravely, otherwise what else would we do at the beginning

Military admonition?

So now we are not about whether to fight or not to evacuate, but about how to fight.

Okay, now we are facing the Japanese army. Due to the serious reduction of personnel in each unit, I decided to shrink the defense line!"

Wu Keyong's speech was organized. Although it was a long speech, he did not talk nonsense, and this was also a style of military officers.

And when he said this, he ordered: "Get the cigarette."

Following Wu Keyong's order, his orderly took out dozens of boxes of cigarettes.

"At this extraordinary time, I don't have any gold bars and silver dollars for you. Everyone should carry a pack of cigarettes, and then discuss how to make it."

Whether it is a department or an army, when encountering difficulties, officials will become friendly, and so will Wu Keyong.

Since the tone of this meeting has been set, the officers sitting below relaxed slightly, especially those lower-level officers who replaced the dead chiefs to hold the meeting.

As of now, the 67th Army has killed three regiment commanders. As for the battalion commander, let alone the battalion commander.

A cigarette rose up and the smell of tobacco began to spread in the air.

If a cigarette is lit, it still has a fragrance, but when dozens of cigarettes are lit, the room will start to become choking.

And in the corner of the conference site, there was a soldier standing quietly, and he was Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen must protect the army commander Wu Keyong, which was the task assigned by the 108th Division Commander Chang En to him.

So Shang Zhen became the attendee of this conference, and of course he could also be called a bystander.

The meeting started very quickly.

In just half an hour later, the officers walked out of the military headquarters.

Thanks to the design of the double-layer door, they seemed to have walked from the darkness to the darkness.

Who knows what will happen tomorrow morning? Maybe, no! It must be a bloody dawn.

Shang Zhen also walked out with the officers, and finally he appeared in the room in the same courtyard as the military headquarters.

"Open the door, it's me." Shang Zhen knocked on the door lightly.

Originally, Shang thought that the door would be slower to open, but he thought that the door would be pushed open immediately.

Shang Zhen flashed into the room and quickly closed the door, as if the candle in the room had not emitted a trace of light.

After entering the house, Shang Zhen realized that most of his people were asleep, but Xiao Qiaoji was squatting on the ground fiddling with several grenade launchers.

Correspondingly, six or seven bags of Japanese grenade-loading ammunition bags were placed next to those bullet barrels.

"Boss! Let me show you, this is what we got back according to your order today!" The little dustpan, which had never been worried, said to Shang Zhen like a child offering treasures.

"Good job!" Shang Zhen became in a bad mood because he attended the solemn meeting, but he still did not forget to praise his subordinates.

"By the way, I'll bring you another person back." Xiao Duobi said in a low voice.

Shang Zhen looked at Xiao Zhuoji and showed a puzzled expression.

"Did you see that? When we went to inform the person in that position to retreat, we brought him back." Xiao Wuji pointed at a soldier lying on the pavilion and continued to introduce.

Shang Zhen, I noticed that the soldier was not his subordinate, but he still didn't speak, so he could only listen.

"This kid is called Qi Heng. When we got there, we found that the kid was very powerful. He also learned the trick of the dead monkey. He pretended to be a Japanese devil and hid among the Japanese devil's dead body.

We were just catching up with the attack of a group of Japanese devils. The kid threw a series of grenades from behind, so dozens of Japanese devils were destroyed by our people.

I think this kid is pretty good at it. If he dies in front of him, it will be useless. There are only one and a half people left on their position, so I will bring him back."

After talking about these small dustpans, he looked at Shang Zhen. This was his own decision. Although it was not a big deal, he always had to report to Shang Zhen.

Shang shook "Oh" and said that he knew.

"Okay, don't fiddle with it anymore. Take the time to sleep for a while. I don't know what's going on tomorrow." Shang Zhen then said, and then he left the room.

Shang Zhen still needed to return to the military headquarters, and on the way he walked, he couldn't help but sigh.

With this sigh, he felt particularly old.

All the past seems to be like smoke in the bloody battles of these two days and one night.

He needs to consider how to live with these people of his own.
Chapter completed!