Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 731 Please let me say goodbye!
In just four days, the 36th Infantry Brigade, which lost a total of one and a half infantry squadrons, completely withered.

While their colleagues in Jinling City were still reveling recklessly, they stood still like little boys.

This has also made the tens of kilometers around Pukou a relatively safe area. Most of the villagers who did not have time to escape were not hustled, and many troops who retreated from the front line were able to go south from this area smoothly. It is also a suffering Jinling The last piece of pure land around the city.

However, everything is mutual, and the almost inaction of the 36th Infantry Brigade has actually reduced a lot of losses.

After a tough battle with the Japanese infantry squadron, in order to prevent the main force from entering the mountain from the Japanese's embarrassment, Yilian was ordered to lead the student soldiers, Yue Yiman's mother, son, master and servant to chase after the large army, leaving Lao Hei's guards behind. The platoon and cavalry platoon as well as Gu Xishui and his two special operations teams were still active in this area.

However, the guard platoon and the cavalry platoon are mainly responsible for support, and the two special operations teams are responsible for attacking and killing.

But what they all didn't expect was that the Japanese army retreated as if they had lost a battle. kilometer.

A week later, Gu Xishui could only give up this meaningless waiting, return to the mountains and head north with the guard platoon and cavalry platoon that had been waiting for them for a long time.

So far, the independent battalion has completely separated from the main battlefield.

The tragedy that happened in Jinling was finally exposed by an American reporter named Deding half a month later.

On January 1938, 1, a traditional Chinese festival and the first day when the whole world welcomes the New Year, the "Niuyue Times" exposed to the world the footage of the Jinling Massacre by the Japanese invaders in eight columns: "Any healthy man They are all suspected of being soldiers by the Japanese. The Japanese kill men, women, and children. Anyone who looks scared or runs away after seeing the Japanese soldiers approaching may be killed with a single shot. The streets are full of corpses, and sometimes they do not move. Corpses can't even pass through"

But that was just the footage seen by the American reporter who only stayed in Jinling City for less than five days, as he said at the end of the article: "I don't know what else those Japanese beasts did, because I I have never seen such a cruel thing, so I was afraid, I was afraid that the animals would be shot as their prey, so I chose to leave.

When I stood by the river and looked back at the dilapidated walls of that beautiful oriental city, I seemed to hear the wailing of thousands of innocent souls. The place was originally full of aura, but now there is only killing left, like hell!

However, I can leave hell, what about the hundreds of thousands of Chinese people who have lived here for generations!I can only pray to God with a heavy heart, please bless them!
The Japanese trampled on the civilization that mankind spent millions of years building with barbarism! "

As soon as the article came out, the world was shocked!Words of denunciation of the Japanese aggressors are endless, but the Japanese completely deny this.

Compared with the non-painful verbal condemnation from all over the world, Huaxia, the still sleeping dragon, is the real victim.

When the great man heard about this, he locked himself in his room for a whole night, and wrote a sentence in his diary: "The enemy army slaughtered me and killed all the strong men near Jinling. It hurts so much!"

In contrast to this man who could only write his resentment on paper, in a cave dwelling in the north, a middle-aged man severely smashed the teacup in his hand, and immediately ordered a military meeting to be held, and the four-day plan of "blood debt and blood payment" was set. Word policy, and published in the newspaper does not accept the number of Japanese surrender.

Just like the originally honest commander of the No.18 Army said to the reporter with red eyes: "In addition to resisting, what else can we Chinese do? If the Japanese invaders in the guerrilla zone massacred people because of resistance, then What about a city? A city that has been occupied, because there is no resistance, the killing is even more cruel. This is the reason why we Chinese choose war. If there is no war, our parents and sisters will be slaughtered by the Japanese like livestock. Exhausted!"

"war!"

"We must fight!"

"We can only fight!"

The generals of the garrisons all over the north took oaths one after another, vowing to fight the Japanese invaders to the end.

"Although our troops are disabled, we can still fight again!" Master Gu, who was retreating to Jiujiang, shed two lines of blood and tears, and sent a telegram to the Military and Political Department.

"The Japanese invaders slaughtered our people, and the men and women of our army are determined to die with the invaders!" The 67th Army, which was withdrawing to Xuzhou, also sent a telegram to the Ministry of Military Affairs and stopped marching.

From north to south, telegrams of war requests across thousands of mountains and rivers flew to the Military and Political Department like snowflakes.

At that moment, for the first time ever, China's two most powerful armies had only one voice.

"war!"

"war!"

The Japanese may not have expected that a massacre would bring unprecedented unity to a weak China.

As for the folks, the public opinion is also raging. After the battle of the Four Lines Warehouse was deserted for a while, the recruiting offices of the provinces ushered in a wave of recruits again. Especially in Jiangxia, where the Xinguo Mansion is located, the people who signed up for the army lined up from the gate to the end of the street. One more corner to turn.

It is said that the three infantry divisions that were disabled in the Battle of Songhu managed to replenish enough troops in just two days.

In the southern seaside city, where the flames of war were still thousands of kilometers away, in the hall of a wealthy family, a young man in student uniform knelt in front of a graceful and luxurious woman.

"Mom, this is a war between the nation and the nation. The Japanese invaders slaughtered my Jinling today, and my Yangcheng may be overthrown in the future. Just studying can't save China. Thinking about this, my son is determined to join the army, and he will never be in front of you again." Please forgive my son for his filial piety!" The young man kowtowed three times to the woman with tears in his eyes.

The woman looked at her son kneeling on the ground with a sad expression on her face. After a long time, she said softly: "Son, your father is seriously ill and has been in bed for more than a year. Your younger brother is still young. How can you bear to let me be your mother?" Supporting such a large family by one person?
And your going to join the army is a matter of life and death. If something happens to you, your father and I will definitely not be able to survive. At that time, the family business left by your Shen family ancestors for several generations will be wiped out by you. , how can you forgive just a mere unfilial word like you said?Not only are you irresponsible to your parents and family, but you are also sorry for your ancestors of the Shen family, and you will become a sinner of the Shen family. "

The woman obviously didn't want her carefully raised son to rush into the flames of war like this, and tried her best to stop it.

She is Chinese, but she is also a mother.

But no mother is willing to personally send her son to the battlefield where death is almost inevitable.

In the northern battlefield, the Chinese army died more than 300,000; in the Songhu battlefield, there were [-] casualties; in the defense battle of Jinling, there were more than [-] defenders, and less than one tenth of them survived the battlefield in the end;

Behind these numbers, there is a pair of mother's eyes that have been blinded from crying.

And what is more painful than this is not knowing.

The mother leaned against the entrance of the village, looking forward to her son's return day and night, even if he became disabled, lost his arms and legs, as long as he came back, he would call himself mother.

If the mother can raise him up, can't she raise him for the rest of her life?It's nothing more than suffering more!The son will not die, the mother will not die!
But, no message!I can only wait bitterly, waiting for the incomparably ethereal news.

A well-educated woman with a very good family background did not use sticks or seek death to stop her son's unwise actions, but only analyzed the stakes and hoped that her son who was kneeling in the hall would turn around.

Obviously, she was doomed to disappointment.

The young man who had made up his mind no longer discerned, and kept kneeling for a long time. Even if the woman left angrily, she kept kneeling still.

For a whole day and night, Lao Gao knelt until his knees were swollen, but he ate up all the food and water quietly delivered by the old servant at home.

If you want to join the army, you must have enough strength, but young people don't know how to toss their bodies.

Finally, the middle-aged man who woke up again from his lethargy heard the woman say that his son was still kneeling in front of the hall, he waved lightly, closed his eyes and said nothing.

There were tears in the woman's eyes.

She knew that she would not be able to keep her beloved son.

A cowhide case containing twenty large yellow croakers was placed beside the kneeling young man, and the old servant at home told the young man with eyes full of reluctance that it was given by the master and wife, and it was considered as a donation for the army to buy ordnance to fight against Japanese pirates.

The young man was overjoyed, staggered to his feet, walked out of the house with the cowhide suitcase, and looked back at the gradually closing door, but he couldn't see his parents and younger brother, and his heart was filled with grief.

How does he not know the thoughts of his parents.

The family's business is transportation. Because of the war, the business has long since declined. At this time, the family savings are given to him, just to allow him to buy a large amount of ordnance. The military commander will definitely take good care of him.

They hope that their son can live, that's all.

I don't come to see you off, but I'm afraid of touching the scene.

"Father, mother, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult, please forgive your son's unfilial piety." The young man burst into tears, knelt down in front of the gate again, and knocked his head hard three times.

Then, carrying the cowhide case, he turned around and left resolutely.

Little did they know, just behind the gate, the woman was already in tears, she didn't want to look at it, but after all, she looked at the back of her son leaving from the crack of the door almost greedily, standing there for a long time!

Both mother and son don't know whether this parting will be goodbye after a year, or forever!

However, the Chinese Air Force has ushered in one of their best pilots in the next few years.

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In China, scenes like the young man surnamed Shen tearing apart his parents are not isolated cases.

Farewell, not only in the far south, but also in the Central Plains, and also in the north.

Among the high mountains, there is a small Taoist temple.

There are five rooms in total, the big room in the middle enshrines the dignified Daode Tianzun, and the wing rooms on both sides enshrine two gods with hideous faces and holding weapons.The other two rooms, one is the kitchen and the other is the wing room, which should be used by Taoist priests.

Although the Taoist temple is small, the incense burner in front of the main hall is full of burnt long incense sticks, and the incense burner is considered to be at its peak.

It's just a Taoist priest, but there are only two of them.

Moreover, a young Taoist priest was already holding a long sword and was about to leave with his luggage on his back.

"Brother, brother, brother, before they leave, you can tell me again and again that I will take good care of you. You are talented and intelligent, and you can best inherit the mantle of the master. But after you leave, if the brother comes back, how can I explain to them? You can't Let's go!" The elder Taoist held the young Taoist's hand and begged bitterly.

"Senior Brother, Master often said that as a cultivator, I should stick to my original heart, but this time I went down the mountain to follow my original heart. Please let me go." The little Taoist rubbed his eyebrows lightly, but couldn't The gloom between the scattered eyebrows.

It wasn't a decision he made in a hurry.

Originally, his dream was to be here with the master who picked him up since he was a child, and with the Daoist Sanqing here, to stand on this green hill and look up at the stars.

With one heart, his heart is very quiet.

However, this world is in chaos.

The believers on the mountain talked about the war in the world outside the mountain, and the sisters-in-law and aunts made wishes in front of the Taoist ancestor of Sanqing, hoping that their husbands and sons would return as soon as possible.

But, after all, it was nothing!

The Taoist ancestor of Sanqing did not take pity on his believers. Seven or eight families in the village at the foot of the mountain hung white banners on the same day, and the young and strong who joined the army in the village and went to the battlefield thousands of miles away were all inscribed in the battle of Jinling.

The Japanese army was like a monster, slaughtering the army defending the city and innocent people.

As a cultivator, it is his duty to slay demons and eliminate demons. Now that the chaos in China is invaded by foreign monsters, he should stick to the original heart of a cultivator, and kill all the demons, and return China to China.

"Then junior brother, you may tell me when you can return it. When the master returns, I can still answer him." Seeing that the young Taoist priest had no intention of going down the mountain, the old Taoist had no choice but to say.

The little Taoist looked calm and calm, took a deep look at the mountains, held the three-foot green sharp edge in his hand, turned and left.

His steps may not seem to be big, but they are extremely fast, and in just a few seconds, his back becomes a little blurred.

A voice came from afar: "If you go here, if you don't kill all the monsters, you won't return it!"

The old Taoist opened his mouth, wanting to shout something more, but his throat was choked up, and he could only watch silently as the familiar figure became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

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Perhaps, farewell is not just in China, which is already boiling like boiling water.

Thousands of miles away.

There are also a group of young people of the same age who bid farewell to their parents and relatives one after another, boarded the ocean-going ship and sailed to the east thousands of miles away.

They have never lived in that land, and they can only know how magnificent the mountains and rivers on that land are from a few words from their grandparents.

But that did not hinder their determination to set foot on their homeland in the midst of war.

Because they know that it is the place where their grandfather and parents lived, and there are tens of millions of Chinese people with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin like them.

The beautiful country they live in now, no matter how long they live in, even if they are in this country from birth to death, it is still the world of blondes, not their home, and they will always be just outsiders here.

They knew this truth when they were in elementary school. Those blondes looked at them with arrogance, but also arrogance!
Now they are willing to fight for the homeland their grandfather and parents dreamed of.

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This is Chinese.

They have experienced 100 years of incomparable darkness, and it is also the most decadent 100 years in Chinese history. They are ignorant, they are poor, they have even sunk into numbness in the darkness, they are called the sick men of East Asia by Westerners
But so what?When disaster strikes, the Chinese who are numb to internal fighting still choose to unite and shout loudly at the invincible enemy: "Fight!"

A tragic massacre did not shatter the will of the Chinese as the Japanese prince who led the massacre imagined. Instead, it was like a shot in the arm, awakening the giant dragon that had been sleeping for more than a hundred years!
The Japanese, once again made a big mistake.

They did not see themselves clearly, nor did they see their enemies clearly.

But this was just the first big mistake they made in the long war, and they would make more mistakes later, which led to the exhaustion of the national power accumulated since the Meiji Restoration!
A nation without a long history is destined to be short-sighted, which is determined by the laws of nature.

Their current strength is like a poisonous snake, which makes all beasts have to avoid it for a while, but when the venom is exhausted, it will perish.

Tang Dao is very clear about this, and he believes that the teacher is also very clear.

The fighting in the north became more and more intense, and it did not occupy Jin territory as quickly as the Japanese base camp imagined, and then advanced to the northwest.

Not to mention that their front was blocked in the hinterland of Jin, even the area they had already occupied was full of resistance. The army in gray uniforms not only beat the tyrannical Fifth Division into a dilemma in that mountain, Attacks were also frequently launched in the plains, and the already weak logistics became their transport team.

The triumphantly advancing Fifth Division must not suspend its offensive, focusing on stabilizing the existing occupied areas.

At this time, the independent battalion, which was advancing towards Xuzhou, also received an order from the Military and Political Department of the 43rd Army.

Independence Camp has been renamed again!

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ps: I am too lazy to divide the first and second chapters, and continue to combine the two chapters into one.

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