Chapter 422 Reunion

(...In the minds of ordinary people, soldiers are synonymous with iron man, but I have never seen a soldier who has never cried, unless he has never been to the battlefield... Excerpted from "My Memories of the War of Resistance - Cao Xiaomin")

When we have thousands of bombs, we can re-plan the next round of battle! Cao Xiaomin was still busy at night. He divided his staff and his confidants into two groups. Half were preparing the analysis materials for him for the next stage of the battle; half were improving the report to Chiang Kai-shek about suggesting that the central government organize special departments to develop overseas overseas Chinese forces; of course, the plan for how to provoke bloody events in Nanyang and overseas Chinese was to be done by him and Dai Li, who was secretly invited by him...

"...I've been transferred from the 173rd Division Supplementary Battalion to the 135th Division... Tonight, my troops will go into the mountains to fight with the Japanese. I don't know if I will be killed or not, but I'm not afraid. I have many brothers here, and they will stay here forever..." A new recruit was writing a letter to his home. He didn't recognize the words, he was just saying that the company's documents that recognized the words were writing. **. The most stable,

No one noticed that an officer came in, an officer with filial piety on his body and took off all his ranks and medals.

Su Zuxin had just presided over the farewell ceremony for the bodies of the soldiers who died in the country in front of Zuo Guangdou's tomb during the day. His eyes were red by the fireworks of the burning corpse and tears continued to flow, but he did not leave until the last corpse was burned to ashes.

He took off all the medals at the farewell ceremony of the body, because today they are only heroes, those who were wrapped in white cloth on their faces; he also took off his military rank, because today the identities of those soldiers who died in their country were the highest.

Su Zuxin was a little drunk. He drank the guards far away and wandered around the barracks alone. When he was tired, he walked into a barracks.

"...The first thing I did on the battlefield was to collect the corpses of the brothers who died in the country. This was a very terrible thing, so many dead people; but the veterans told me that they would bless me in the sky after taking their bodies, and I was not afraid. That day was the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival..." The recruits said intermittently, Su Zuxin listened at the door, as if he had returned to that full moon night...

"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone should work harder and get the brothers back to reunite!" The battalion commander with only one arm wrapped in gauze was left and stomped and cried. The dozens of new recruits who had just added in quickly dispersed to continue looking for the battalion commander's old brothers. Dozens of veterans who were carried over on stretchers sat next to the pile of corpses. Whenever a body was carried over, they would recognize them to see if they were from their own company. **.

"Report to the battalion commander, the man, found it, above..." A recruit ran over to report, pointing his finger on the cliff. The new recruits, as the battalion commander recalled, climbing the mountain and drilling holes to search for the dead lands that were once set as nail positions, looking for the remains of their predecessors.

There is a small cave on the upper half of the cliff, which is a barbarian fire point; the battalion commander personally arranged four brothers to go up and guard the death penalty, and one of them was the old brother of the battalion commander during the bloody battle of Mingguang. The battalion commander's old brother was found, fell in a dark castle on the ground, and was shot behind his back; but his machine gun crew was not there, so the battalion commander asked someone to climb up the cliff to take a look.

The three people died together. There was a Manlisha sniper rifle and a 38-large cover beside them, but the bullet was gone. Manlisha's scope was transferred to the 38-large cover, which was crooked and not loaded. The three people had grenades inserted around their waists, and the safety cover was unscrewed. There were four empty kettles on the ground, and in front of the three people there was a pile of rotten meat wrapped in military rags...

The stench in the cave can kill people. In addition to the pile of rotten meat, there are three people's urination and drowning. The three of them also began to rot, and all kinds of rotten smells mixed together. The first soldier who entered quickly crawled out and put on a gas mask before crawling in again.

It is obvious that the three people died slowly in waking. They were already very weak before they died. They were close together and laid on the grenade, with their fingers ringing on the grenade leads; there were no scars on their bodies, they were thirsty or starved to death...

"Sir, the entrance of the hole is very small, so you can't carry them out. I tried using a rope, but I dragged them apart as soon as I exert my force..." The soldier reported to the battalion commander who was crying at the body of the squad leader named "Leeds".

... Everyone was chasing the Japanese in the snow, and they thrust machine guns with one hand. When they saw the Japanese, they ran over without any care when they shot them. There were always calls and shouts of "leechs" behind them. The "leechs" followed behind them, with bayonets and bayonets to wipe the Japanese soldiers who were hit and not dead or were injured and wanted to fight back... Just like yesterday! This was a year...

If you want to arrange people on those Jedi, you can only arrange people who are desperate, because those barbarian fire points are destined to stay behind the enemy, but who doesn't want to live? Even though you know that you will have to rely on the old brothers who fight together to take the lead! The "Leeds" stood up first, smiled as if nothing had happened, and turned around and left with a machine gun...

They all called me battalion commander, no one called me a "firebuchet"... The battalion commander, who was injured and had a lack of arms, stood up, and he looked up at the cliff: "Notify the engineers of the regiment headquarters to block the hole and leave a gun for them... Brothers, let's see! Our entire battalion is all 413 people are here! Brothers, the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and we are reunited~~" The battalion commander threw a bowl of wine into the air, and then he and the tiled bowl fell to the ground...

The sad and stern shouts sounded, and the recruits burst into tears without realizing it. The numb faces of the veterans had long been soaked in tears. They shouted in a low voice over and over again: "Reunion, reunion..."

Su Zuxin stood on the slope behind the camp. He knew that the 413 brothers from this camp had arrived, and they were able to arrive - there were only nine people living in this camp!

The embers of the burning corpse were not destroyed, and there was still dark red in the night. So many! Su Zuxin looked at the dark red in the countryside, and finally stopped hiding under the cover of the night, and let tears rush like a spring - the Gui Army's 135th Ace Division was defeated for the third time until the entire army was wiped out!

On the same night, the corpses were collected on the position of the 198th Division. It was done by the Sichuan Army of the 145th Division. No one of the 198th Division could come, and they were all in the hospital.

That night, the 199th Division was still fighting on the position, and "Men Qing" and his brothers were in the final struggle...

The battle situation has been settled. After the positions that the brothers who died in their country have been defended, the subsequent troops have chased and surrounded all the Japanese troops of the three divisions, and are trying to find ways to wipe out the enemy.

The national anti-Japanese war parades have been launched, and countless passionate young people have been crowded in front of the recruitment office to sign up for the army. Cao Xiaomin, Bai Chongxi... The names of heroes are circulated among the Chinese people and worshipped. However, among the three troops responsible for the blocking war, all the officers and soldiers are still immersed in infinite sadness and loneliness; when the wounded in military hospitals wake up in the middle of the night, they often find that they are wet in their dreams with tears...

It turned out that night was the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival! No wonder it was such a big banquet, but why didn’t everyone say the word reunion and the festival? Cao Xiaomin opened this box of snacks that Soong Mei-ling gave him to comfort a group of confidants who worked until late at night. When everyone joked that he was holding such good mooncakes and not taking them out, he realized that the day he sent Chiang Kai-shek away at Wuhan Airport was the Mid-Autumn Festival! He remembered the night he said at the banquet that night about the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in his life; it was the brothers in Suzhou who were thinking about him and moved him that night? He shed tears without realizing it.

"I owe all my brothers a piece of mooncake..." Cao Xiaomin suddenly said to He Yan and Xiao Zhao who accompanied her to organize their plans until late at night: "Take these in detail and take them to the nearest wounded camp..."

They were six boxes of mooncakes. Soong Mei-ling and the Kong sisters each gave him two boxes; when Cao Xiaomin brought it back, he thought it was just ordinary candy, but he didn't know that the next day was a reunion night!

When the war burned, no one went to celebrate reunion again, right? Cao Xiaomin thought blankly. Or would everyone cherish reunion more? He suddenly stood up and wanted to chase He Yan back, but as soon as he reached the door, he heard the car downstairs clamoring. They had already gotten in the car and were about to go to the wounded barracks...

Turning back, Cao Xiaomin looked at the thick file bag marked "top secret" on his desk. It was the final plan of the "Nanyang Plan" that he and some of his confidants finally completed after working hard in the middle of the night.

When the war burns to Nanyang, how many families will be destroyed? Cao Xiaomin sighed long...

"Brother Liehou is always so sentimental. Sometimes you don't look like a soldier..." Dai Li, who had just followed, stretched out and said, "I'm quick, and finally I ate a piece of mooncake. Look at you. Sending the mooncake away in one sentence will make my subordinates greedy..."

"Then, let's cook for them in person, how about we cook for them?" Cao Xiaomin suddenly laughed, smiling coldly: "That plan is of great importance. I'll send it to Chongqing myself to numb the Japanese and let them take action in the Jiangnan War Zone as soon as possible... As for how to provoke the blood in Nanyang, it depends on Brother Dai's ability!"

One sentence, another sentence about war brought Cao Xiaomin's expression back to that coldness; although he was washing his hands and preparing to cook midnight snacks for his men, the murderous aura on his face still made Dai Li's heart tremble.

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