Chapter 56 Angry Fist

(...Every time I attend a funeral, my brothers are always filled with joy and joy, and the lost brothers will be remembered again; but my brothers can be arranged by the Ministry of Military Affairs, that is... Not to mention the honor, at least their pensions will not be hacked, and my brothers' families can have a meal for a few years... Excerpted from "Grandpa's Memories of the War of Resistance")

Cao Xiaomin's temporary battalion finally had a well-known organization: the model battalion directly under the 74th Army of the National Revolutionary Army.

Because Qiu Weida came back from the front line and told Wang Yaowu that Cao Xiaomin would return it to him no matter what. Zhang Lingfu on the other side had only one battalion at the moment. No matter what, he was Sun Yuanliang of the 88th Army, sent a telegram saying that Cao Xiaomin was led to his troops to break through on the order of Xie Jinyuan. Cao Xiaomin had already been organized into the 88th Army and was the acting leader of the 524th Regiment... Wang Yaowu attacked all over the top and bottom sides. When he was at a loss, the commander Yu Jishi called: No matter who the outside troops wanted Cao Xiaomin, he said that he had been organized into the direct troops of the army...

Wang Yaowu was so happy that he fell from the sky! Finally, he didn't have to bear it. As long as he got to Yu Jishi's hands, Cao Xiaomin would not have to worry about his two powerful generals turning against each other.

As for the notice sent by the Military Law Department about letting him handle Cao Xiaomin, he had long been thrown away by him. Wang Yaowu also sent a telegram to ask the Suzhou Garrison Command why the Chairman's order to withdraw troops from Shanghai did not inform the defenders of such an important information...

With the title of Model Battalion, Yu Jishi naturally could not be careless. With a command, five hundred elite soldiers were assigned to Cao Xiaomin's command. At the same time, according to Cao Xiaomin's request, all the other seven Kings of Hell who had been promoted to the Division Headquarters teaching camp were sent to the Model Battalion as instructors. The brothers who were carried down from the pile of dead people in Luodian finally gathered together.

Cao Xiaomin himself was not a material for training the troops, so he had never studied in the military academy. Everything he saw in the original time and space seemed to be a little sensible when he arrived here. Since the troops had not collected all the troops, he simply handed over the matter of training the troops to Zhang Jingyue, and turned around and took his two children and a group of his brothers up the mountain.

The base of the Model Camp is right next to Huqiu, which is where Cao Xiaomin has visited in his original time and space. Huqiu has many famous scenic spots, and many ink fragrance and literary talent left by literati and poets of all dynasties, but in the eyes of this group of soldiers, they are just a few stone tablets that can be used as cover.

Will these things be destroyed by the war? Will they be completely drained and transported back by the Japanese? Cao Xiaomin began to think a lot.

"Tell you, my father doesn't look fierce. In fact, he likes children very much. In the future, we can have a group of children..." The long-lost Kana Iwasaki finally appeared in Cao Xiaomin's mind. Cao Xiaomin was holding a baby in a cradle, the baby who lost his mother because of the war. After losing his mother, his brother was no longer naughty or lively. He only knew that he would hold the corner of his clothes tightly wherever he went.

"Changqing was about the same age back then..." Liu Er stroked the older child's head with his hands: "He is a very smart child. In the future... Hi, follow us, there is really nothing else except shooting... Did the child name it?"

"I don't know, just call him a child... The child's mother was hit and killed. She looked at the superior and beat the official to death. She was frightened on the spot. She hadn't spoken yet..." Zheng Chenggang couldn't bear to give the child a pity, but he remembered Hu'er who Liu Tong stayed in his hometown, the same child in the same class... Now, the child has only two fathers left.

"No, then follow us. Changqing was like this back then, and he rode on my neck and marched..." When Liu Er didn't have a gun in his hand, the wrinkles on his face were smiling. He was really a very loving person. Looking at his smile, the child suddenly spoke: "Uncle. My name is Suoer..." Liu Er smiled, Sun Changqing smiled, and Zheng Chenggang smiled...

"Your country is not allowed to have so many children, so in the future, except for the eldest son's surname Cao, other fathers said that they were surnamed Iwasaki..." Cao Xiaomin was still immersed in his memories. This was the only time he and Kana felt very awkward in his heart. His children might all become Japanese. Who would have thought that in the past, he had almost become Japanese, but now he has a deep blood hatred with the Japanese...

"The tomb of Zhenniang, the Tiger Hill. I don't know the face of Zhenniang in the mirror, but I only see Zhenniang's fence. The frost destroys peaches, plums, winds and lotus. Zhenniang is still a young man when she died. Her skin and hands are not firm, and it is difficult for the beauty in the world to linger. It is difficult for the flowers in the world to linger. It is easy to stop, it is blocked from the north, and the snow in the south of the Yangtze River." Cao Xiaomin looked at the tomb of Zhenniang in front of him and couldn't help but recite the famous Bai Juyi's quote engraved beside him. When everyone was surprised that this battalion commander, who wrote like a ghost painting talisman, could even read the words on the monument, except for him, Cao Xiaomin suddenly felt sad. This difficult woman with wind and dust could bring so many sighs from the literati and poets behind her was worth it; his brothers didn't even squeeze in the coffin in a group...

A soldier suddenly ran up from the bottom of the mountain and came to Cao Xiaomin with breath: "Report... Report... Report to the battalion commander, something big happened... Our battalion is now famous all over the country... I want to hold a funeral for our brothers..." The soldier said excitedly: "There is someone coming from the Ministry of Military Affairs, waiting for the commander!... I heard that General Bai and others are coming..."

...Every time I attend a funeral, the brothers are always filled with joy and joy, and the lost brothers will be remembered sadly again; but the funeral of his brothers can be arranged by the Ministry of Military Affairs... Not to mention the honor, at least their pensions will not be hacked, and the brothers' families can have a meal for a few years... A deep and depressing statement in Grandpa's memoir suddenly jumped out and buzzed in Cao Xiaomin's ears! Yes, he never thought that the pensions of his brothers, and people cannot die in vain if they die!

"Let's go down the mountain!" Cao Xiaomin immediately rushed to the military camp with his brothers.

"...Thank you, sir... I really didn't expect that I could get three times the pension..." Cao Xiaomin was mixed with joy and sorrow: "Did you hand it over to the family directly?..." He was still worried.

"Don't worry, this is of course. The Ministry of Military Affairs will send a special person to deliver it..." The person who came was a lieutenant colonel, surnamed Dong, with a fat body, and could not see any wartime supplies on him: "By the way, there are too many dead people, and the coffin cannot be made for a moment, so I only made three hundred pairs... Just use it, and it's enough to take photos... The superiors arranged it, and found a cemetery for them in Fushan, and also found a craftsman to make the monument, which was a little simpler."

"Okay! OK!" Cao Xiaomin felt sad when he thought of the bags of flesh and blood wrapped in military uniform: "Just think of the two brothers sleeping in a room... It's great..." Now, his requirements have also begun to become very low...

"Will that happen, I'd better take my brothers to take out the remains of the dead heroes. I'm afraid that others will see them... I'm afraid that others will miss someone..." Cao Xiaomin began to become like people in this time and space, and was full of respect for the dead.

"Hey, no need to dig..." The chief of the Dong suddenly seemed to smell something and covered his nose with a white handkerchief: "So many chiefs come, if they really put the corpse in, won't they smoke the superiors yet!... The chiefs took the initiative to ask for the heroes to help the heroes!"

Cao Xiaomin was stunned on the spot: the brothers were still buried in a large pit, and their monument was still the same piece of wood carved out of tree trunks... A grand funeral ceremony for heroes was just for publicity, and so many coffins were all for burying them instead of putting the heroes in... All this was for the superiors to come, just to take a few photos!?

Cao Xiaomin's eyes suddenly turned red: "Why... can the bodies of the heroes continue to be exposed to the sun and rain there, and become a pile of soil that no one knows... They are real heroes! Can all the martyrs' tombs be faked?... The commanders ask for helping the brothers with spirits, will they still smell smelly?... I can put lime into the coffin more, and I can't smell it, really... " Cao Xiaomin thought of the brothers who died in battle, and his tone was soft, and he almost knelt on the ground and begged for this fat man!

Fatty Dong glared at Cao Xiaomin fiercely: "This is the decision of the superiors! Let me tell you, those coffins are made of thin-plated bamboo nails. The paint is painted and they can't hold them!... As long as the superiors recognize them as heroes, they still care about where to bury them!......What are the identities of the superiors? They can take time to come here, which is a great honor to burn the incense. They really let them carry the corpse?..."

Hero!? The hero who fought hard to sacrifice his life for the country is so cheap in the eyes of these officials!? My brothers are so bad!?

"I **!" Cao Xiaomin suddenly roared and punched the flesh-head with his ruthless force when he fought with the Japanese!
Chapter completed!