On the second day, the division headquarters specially sent someone to deliver a newspaper for that day.

There were four big characters written on the front page of the newspaper, "Our Old Monitor".

A reporter named Su Qing vividly described the story of the old squad leader with his tragic pen.

What was written is almost consistent with the real situation, as if the reporter was on the ground at the time.

The soldiers formed a circle, and in the center of the circle Li Xuelin read the contents of the newspaper in a low voice.

The deeds of the old squad leader made all the brothers blush, and some of them started sobbing softly.

"Company Commander, if we are fighting the Japanese here, can we let people all over the country know about it through this thing called a newspaper?" a young soldier asked.

Li Xuelin knew what the brothers were thinking. He pointed to the words in the middle of the newspaper and said,

"Did you see that our story was published in the Central Daily News? Do you know what the Central Daily News is?"

All the big soldiers shook their heads in unison.

"Well, how should I say it?" Li Xuelin thought for a while,

"The JoongAng Daily has the greatest influence in the country and is read by the most people."

Wang Laohu stood up and said carelessly:

"You idiots, what the First Company Commander means is that the Central Daily News is the direct descendant of all newspapers. If placed in our army, it would have the same status as the Central Education Corps and the old man's imperial army!"

"oh oh……"

These illiterate soldiers suddenly understood, and Wang Laohu sat down proudly.

"Looking at it this way, the JoongAng Daily is very famous!"

The brothers were whispering to each other and discussing.

Jiang Dong stood up and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Brothers, the names of the old squad leader and other dead brothers have been registered in the newspaper. Compatriots across the country will remember them."

The brothers are all from Kuhaha background, and when the battalion commander said this, their eyes lit up.

Jiangdong continued:

"I just asked someone from the division headquarters. He said that the Central Daily News will publish the deeds of our battalion in the next week. This is something the Chairman personally explained. So your names will appear in the newspaper from now on, and 40,000 people nationwide will do so."

Tens of thousands of compatriots will remember that there was an artillery platoon leader named Zhu Ergou on the Songhu battlefield."

Jiangdong gave an example:

"Each of you, your parents and relatives in your hometown will know your heroic deeds on the battlefield. Brothers, no one will know what we are doing now, and no one will not remember it in the future. We are

Heroes who resist aggression are warriors who defend the country."

Jiang Dong's impassioned words made the big-headed soldiers' blood boil, and they all had the urge to kill the little Japanese.

Jiang Dong was actually a little ashamed. In his original time and space, due to many reasons, few people in later generations remembered the heroes and athletes who died on the Songhu battlefield. Whenever this battle was mentioned, the first thing people thought of was the National Army.

The great rout.

Many ignorant and fearless people even complained that the national army had lost its city and territory and was in disgrace. They were unwilling to admit that in just three months in Songhu, hundreds of thousands of Chinese athletes died one after another on the battlefield to resist the invasion.

The hundreds of thousands of soldiers who sacrificed their lives, from generals to soldiers, each of them has a name and a family that belongs to them. They are not cold numbers, but flesh and blood people.

Their sacrifices must be remembered, and what they have done should not be forgotten.

The more Jiang Dong thought about it, the more he felt that his mission was heavy and he still had a lot to do.

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The timid Kimura did not dare to launch an attack until he repaired his defensive position. He believed that Lieutenant Colonel Yamashita's previous attack method of using poison gas bombs was stupid. It had no effect and also ruined his brigade.

Kimura decided to launch an upright attack without using any conspiracy or tricks.

Because he knows that the Chinese are the ancestors of conspiracy, and the only things the Chinese do not have now are artillery and steel.

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Under the cover of aircraft and artillery, the Japanese troops quickly rushed to the front of the position.

Jiangdong Camp had a batch of weapons and ammunition supported by the division headquarters and the group army, so the brothers could fire without any scruples. In addition, with the eagerness to kill the enemy and high morale, many attacks by the Japs were repelled.

In mid-October, the Japanese army's fierce attack on the front line of Onzaobang was finally stopped by the national army, and the two sides entered a tragic stalemate stage.

The Japs in front of Jiangdong Camp launched an attack with half a squadron of troops each time. Thousands of people were constantly rotated and engaged in a wheel-and-wheel battle against Jiangdong Camp.

Although they repelled the Japs' attacks one after another, the number of brothers on the battlefield was decreasing every day.

During this difficult time, what the entire battalion looked forward to most was the newspaper delivered from the division headquarters every day.

The reporter named Su Qing used his pen to describe the brothers in Jiangdong every day, even though he had never been to the battlefield.

Li Xuelin insisted on reading newspapers to his brothers every day, and he himself enjoyed it.

It was under such illusory comfort that the brothers in Jiangdong Battalion repelled the attacks of the Japs again and again.

"Battalion Commander, do you think we can win this battle?"

Li Xuelin asked. He reads newspapers every day, but they are all good news. He can't believe it. After all, people on the front line feel it most vividly.

"Are you referring to the Battle of Songhu?" Jiang Dong and Li Xuelin smoked a cigarette together. "Actually, if we can persist in this battle until now, we can be considered the victorious side. The little devil has prepared half a battle for this war.

Their attacks will not stop for many centuries."

"Yeah!" Li Xuelin nodded as if he had some understanding. He blew out a smoke ring and continued,

"Batalion Commander, you know my hometown is Jiangxi, right?"

Jiang Dong nodded, he was very clear about his several chief officers.

"I don't know if I can go back to my hometown. I hope the little Japs won't go to Jiangxi."

Jiang Dong looked at Li Xuelin with some doubts. This junior student had read too many newspapers these days. He felt that he was a little preoccupied.

"Don't think too much. After beating the little devil, we can go home!"

Li Xuelin nodded, but the weight in his heart did not lighten much.

The Japanese attack has begun again.

Jiang Dong lay on the trench and tried his best to stop the little Japanese like an ordinary soldier.

"Bang bang bang..."

Bombs kept exploding around him, but Jiang Dong still fired calmly. The baptism of war made his marksmanship more accurate, and he almost missed every shot.

This time the Japs' attack was extremely fierce. Under the cover of aircraft and artillery, almost a squadron of troops was committed.

On the vast frontal battlefield of Jiangdong Camp, it was difficult for the sparse brothers to withstand the all-out attack of the Japs.

On the right wing of the position, which is nearly 200 meters wide, Jiangdong can only allocate one squad of defensive troops.

A dozen little Japs discovered this weak spot in firepower, and under the cover of grenade launchers and machine guns, they got close to the position 50 meters away.

The little Japs who were lying on the ground threw many grenades into the trenches. After the explosion, only the squad leader was left among the brothers in this squad. In order to prevent the little Japs from breaking through the position, the squad leader threw all his body into his body.

Bundle full of grenades.

When the Japs were about to rush to the position, the squad leader roared, pulled out more than a dozen grenades on his body, and rushed into the crowd of Japs in the last few seconds. After an earth-shattering explosion, the squad leader

Died together with a dozen little devils.

Such a scene made Jiang Dong heartbroken. The brothers were using their own flesh and blood to block the little Japanese's attack.
Chapter completed!