Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 200

"I remember very clearly, it was November 11th, just after dawn!"

The veteran sat on the old rattan chair, raised his head, and tried hard to keep the tears from his eye sockets from falling down his face.

"The communications soldiers in the division rode the division commander's horses and ran wildly in the paddy fields to inform the soldiers and civilians along the road that the battle in Songjiang was urgent. The whole army abandoned all heavy equipment and evacuated at a faster speed."

"But, how to speed up! Just such a road, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers, various vehicles, horses, artillery, and countless refugees, looking from the back to the front, it looks like a big river, a river made of people. , I can walk 40 miles a day, which is amazing.

But the worst thing was not the crowding, but the Japanese planes. As soon as they heard the siren, everyone jumped off the road and hid in the fields, when the Japanese planes arrived.

Not far from me, there is a couple, the woman has a big belly, and the man is carrying the burden, with bedding belongings on one end and a child under two years old on the other.

The Japanese plane has already dived from a high altitude. Judging from my experience, they will drop the bomb first, and then use the machine gun to shoot, but the couple obviously have no experience in facing enemy planes. They are still working hard in the fields, hoping to get away. Take the road, I think it's safer that way.

I yelled at them desperately, telling them to get down, they heard it and stopped, but it was already a bit late, the Japanese plane dropped the bomb, and landed 50 meters away, the terrible air wave directly lifted the couple into the air up.

The Japanese plane that dropped the bomb flew forward, and it was safe for the time being. I ran over, and my husband died on the spot. At the moment the bomb exploded, he should have blocked my wife, and the pregnant woman subconsciously He hugged the child in the basket.

The pregnant woman was still breathing, I called her desperately, she can't die, if she died, it means one dead body and two dead bodies, no, one dead body and three dead bodies, and there is a child less than two years old, he is still alive, he is crying I want my mother.

But, she died after all. Before she died, she stared straight at me. I knew what she meant. She was begging me, not asking me to save her. She wanted me to take her child away, so don't leave him behind. .

She is not who I am, but when I saw her pleading eyes, I cried, really crying, even my comrades in a squad were all killed in battle, and I was alone on the way to retreat I never cried like that.

Because, my home is in North China, and the Japanese are already there. Will my mother, wife, and sisters be killed by the planes of the Japanese devils like this woman?My son, can someone save him?

I don't know, I was just a big soldier at that time, and I could only vent my worries and sorrows with tears.Until an officer whipped me severely with a horsewhip and told me that war does not believe in tears and that a man is a man, he stood up and beat me back to North China.

What he said was right, I carried my two-year-old child on my back, and together with a few friends from my hometown, I went all the way south and then north along the road full of death until I met our team.I didn't think about what the future would be like, only one thought, I want to guard my hometown, my parents, wife and children.

You see, how wonderful the days are now! "

The old soldier closed his eyes, although his face was covered with tears, he finally smiled contentedly.

Tang Dao knew that because his wish came true, he not only guarded his parents, wife and children, but also his hometown and the whole country.

However, those sorrows are still a hurdle in his heart, a hurdle that is difficult to overcome.

In this time and space, perhaps many things can be forgotten, but it is hard for Tang Dao to forget the tearful smile of the veteran. Tears, stay in this era, and smile for tomorrow.

Perhaps, the little butterfly can come here because of its own cause and effect somewhere.

As the army of the future and the army of the present, Tang Dao knows that he may not be able to prevent the whole tragedy from happening, but he can also make the Japanese army feel heartbroken. The last time he was in the Sixing Warehouse, now, Songjiang is also a good choice .

This is the real reason why Tang Dao must go south to Songjiang with the 43rd Army.

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The military order came down quickly, and as the vanguard of the whole army, the two infantry companies led by Sixing Battalion and Lao Wang immediately went to Songjiang.

The Sixing Battalion is in a fighting state, with two shoulders and one head, and guns on their backs, and there is nothing to clean up. Most of the heavy weapons have been distributed to the 26th Division, but several empty trucks came out.

The vacant trucks were naturally requisitioned by Lao Wang. Five trucks were filled with 200 or so people, and 98 people from the Four Lines Battalion were also squeezed into three trucks. The other two trucks were naturally loaded with various Heavy equipment and ammo.

As for what to eat, each person carried a catty and a half of fried rice, which was the standard food intake for the entire army for three days.It couldn't be simpler, but it made Lao Wang and his subordinates smile.

This is already a good meal, at least it can barely fill the stomach. In the past few days, because there is no supply of supplies, the entire army of the 43rd Army does not have an average of two or two meters per day.For breakfast, one person came to listen to canned Japanese beef, which was fine until the afternoon.

The five wounded soldiers of the Four Elements Battalion stayed in the camp with more than 43 wounded soldiers of the 200rd Army, ready to retreat at any time, but there were fewer worries.

Although the load on the trucks has increased significantly, fortunately, the Japanese army's supply team has spare fuel on board. Let alone a trip to Songjiang, which is only ten kilometers away from here, it is estimated that there will be no major problems after another seven or eight round trips.

That is to say, they are afraid of the Japanese aircraft. If they see a convoy dropping a few bombs, with the current density of occupants, the group will almost be wiped out.

Looking at the crowded convoy of trucks with their shock absorbers crushed, Tang Dao was still worried about this problem, but Lao Wang was not worried at all: "If you go to Songjiang, where there is a dead end, you will die sooner or later. If you are killed by a Japanese plane, you can only blame bad luck. Rather than worrying here, it’s better to get on the road earlier.”

There is no big reason, but there is enough openness to life and death.

The convoy set off in the morning sun.

The straight-line distance from the 43rd Army station to Songjiang is only 11 kilometers, although the trucks are slow because they are full of personnel and materials.

But at 8 o'clock, not long after the sun jumped out of the horizon, Tang Dao and Lao Wang were already standing side by side in front of the gate of the ancient city of Songjiang.

Perhaps because of sleeping late, the Japanese pilots missed the opportunity to keep hundreds of Chinese dying troops on the road in one fell swoop.

Songjiang City should have been informed a long time ago, the city gate was wide open, a middle-aged man wearing woolen general uniform, long riding boots, glasses and mustache, leading a group of people People have come out from afar.

Although it was only the Songjiang security regiment and not a regular army, the rank of major general on his collar badge was not in vain.

Tang Dao and Lao Wang took the lead in saluting.

The man returned an unorganized military salute, first glanced hopefully at the hundreds of people who jumped out of the convoy, and then looked into the distance. Obviously, he didn't see the billowing smoke and dust that followed the team.

"Which army do you guys belong to?" Wang Gongyu, who had been introduced by one of the adjutants, was the inspector of the third administrative region of Suzhou Province, the mayor of Songjiang County, and the commander of the Songjiang security regiment. Wang Gongyu asked anxiously.

"The 43th Division of the 26rd Army!"

"Four Elements Battalion!"

As soon as these two numbers came out, Commissioner Wang was absolutely stunned for a moment.

Where did the 43rd Army come from?What is the Four Elements Camp?

The 43rd Army belongs to the Sichuan Army, a well-known faction in the country that only knows how to deal with the Woliheng. The title is awesome, but it's just an infantry battalion, which makes people feel sad.

Especially when the Japanese army is about to overwhelm the border.

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