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Chapter 1 Introduction
On the night of July 1937, 7, near the Marco Polo Bridge in the southwest of Beiping City, the clouds were gloomy.Under the starlight, the densely packed human figures on the earth.The brilliance refracted by the moonlight hit the clothing, showing that these people were Japanese soldiers!

A large group of Japanese soldiers who suddenly gathered asked to pass through the Lugou Bridge and enter nearby Wanping County under the pretext that a soldier was missing.

The Marco Polo Bridge is at the key point guarding the Ping-Han Railway, the Ping-Han Railway, which is today's Beijing-Guangzhou Line.At that time, it started from Fengtai in the north and went to Wuhan in the south. It was the only railway leading to the south, and it was the throat of China from north to south.

The Japanese army believed that as long as they seized the Marco Polo Bridge, they could control Wanping City and occupy the Ping-Han Railway, thus cutting off the northward route of the Chinese army reinforcements, reducing the two important cities in North China, Beiping and Tianjin, to isolated islands, and realizing the strategy of capturing the entire North China Target.

The Chinese army also understood the strategic significance of the Marco Polo Bridge, so this unreasonable request was immediately rejected by the Chinese defenders.

But how could the Japanese army, who had been coveting the Marco Polo Bridge for a long time, give up, and the search for soldiers was just a random reason.In order to facilitate their unreasonable negotiations with the Chinese defenders, on the other hand, they consigned cannons to gather in Wanping City.

A battle that is enough to be recorded in history is about to kick off...

At the same time, "clang clang clang clang clang~" On the main artery of the Canton-Han Railway, a black leather train staggered forward, honking along the road, and the sound of the whistle fluttered along with the green fields along the railway.

In the middle section of the carriage, a young man in a suit with short vellus hair growing on the corner of his mouth was holding a newspaper and fanning the wind while looking at the scenery outside the window.

The weather in July is scorching hot, and the old leather train is crowded and noisy, full of all kinds of people.

"Hey! The previous concessions, excuse me!"

"Be careful of boiling water, it's scalding!"

"Whose boy, don't run around."

With a sound of "Wow!", there was a loud cry of a child, and I don't know who took care of their own child and made a mistake.

Indistinctly, there was a sound of arguing in the toilet between every two compartments.A woman was breastfeeding the baby inside, while a man outside was guarding, and there was another male passenger who couldn't wait any longer. There were many onlookers on both sides, and the aisle was not easy to squeeze. Therefore, under the serious conflict of core interests, the conflict between the two parties was out of control.

In the end, the marshals managed to squeeze through the crowd to adjust order.

In the small carriage, there are various poses.

The young man was alone, sitting quietly on the bench, leaning against the window and looking at the scenery outside the window, as if he was outside the hustle and bustle around him.

The passenger next to him seemed to be afraid of the suit on the young man, and didn't dare to sit too close.

In this day and age, decent clothes are amulets, and even ghosts and ghosts will not be easily provoked.

In case there is any follower behind him, he will not be able to eat and walk around.

The young man sitting on the bench is called Li Chong, and he is eighteen years old.Although he was sitting on the train from Guangzhou to Wuhan, he was neither from Wuhan nor from Hong Kong, but from Yancheng, Jiangsu, an authentic Subei native, the eldest grandson of Li Qiantang, the landlord of Li Zhuang.

Li Chong's grandfather, Li Qiantang, was a well-known scholar and landowner around the village of Lizhuang in Zhaduo Town.Grandpa's status as a scholar came from studying as a child in the Qing Dynasty.Scholars are very respected locally, especially with the fame of the imperial court, it is even more remarkable.As for the land, it was also an property purchased by the ancestors during the Qing Dynasty, and it was passed on to Li Qiantang, who has been carefully managed.

To be fair, at least six of the ten people in Lizhuang depend on the Li family's fields for their livelihood.

Grandfather Li Qiantang has read books and knows the truth that "water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it", so he does not overly exploit the tenants who plant their own fields, and even borrows food to support them in bad times. Many people It's all in love.

So in the land of Lizhuang, grandfather Li Qiantang has a very high prestige, and any disputes in the village are all resolved by him.

The grandfather who has read books has never been ambiguous about the issue of reading for future generations.My father also studied until the end of the private school in the town, but now the world has changed, and there is no such thing as getting a degree in the exam.

When it came to the grandson of Li Chong, Li Chong was like many rich children in towns and cities. He was not satisfied with the school in the towns and cities, and he refused to stay at home with peace of mind, confined in the small world. , Go to a bigger city and a wider world to explore.

Li Chong is fine, he didn't go abroad, he went to America or England.Only went to Hong Kong, the forefront of Chinese capitalism.

He left home at the age of 16, and now he is 18 years old. In two years, he has been in touch by telegram.

A few days ago, the family sent a telegram saying that grandpa was suffering from abdominal pain and fever, so he relied on a few mouthfuls of traditional Chinese medicine to hold his breath. Seeing that he would not live until the end of the month, the old man in the family hurriedly sent someone to send a telegram to ask Li Chong to come back to see the old man for the last time.

"The master is seriously ill, unconscious, and his life is dying. He forgot to be filial to his elder grandson. After receiving the letter, he must remember the happiness of his grandparents in the past and return home as soon as possible. This is my father's sincere wish."

After Li Chong took the telegram, he sent a telegram to inquire about his condition while being sad.Although telegrams are expensive, and the money is calculated by the number of words, it is not the time to care about this before the death of a person.

After receiving the disease report, Li Chong hurriedly found an old professor in the school's medical school who was very easy to talk to, and told him about the symptoms.I saw the old professor pat him on the shoulder, and then asked his British friend to help him get some special medicine from the pastor's hospital in Hong Kong: a glass bottle the size of a little finger, with many English letters on it, and Li Chong could get it after two years of study. I saw the words "antibiotics" at the end.

As for the antibiotics, Li Chong didn't understand.

Facing Li Chong's somewhat suspicious eyes, the old professor didn't talk much about the pathology. At noon, facing the scorching sun, he dragged him directly to the hospital, and watched a British patient with the same symptoms as described in the telegram injecting him. After finishing the reagents in the small glass bottle, he can go down to the ground and walk in the evening.

Seeing is worse than hearing, now all of Li Chong's doubts are gone.

Capitalism is good at this point. The diseases that seem to kill people in the countryside can get magic medicine here. A tube and a needle can solve many seemingly intractable problems.

"Du~" The train whistle sounded melodiously.

"I don't know what happened to grandpa." Li Chong looked away from the window, and withdrew all his empty thoughts.

In Hong Kong, Li Chong came into contact with a lot of foreign ideas, and he also staged demonstrations with countless enthusiastic Chinese youths. However, after suffering a few losses with bare hands, the rational Li Chong found that marching without strength would only hurt himself.

Taking the train all the way north, compared with the prosperity of Hong Kong, the motherland is far behind.

Living alone in Hong Kong for two years, Li Chong learned to deal with people, and learned to think calmly through lessons after lessons, instead of just listening to others' instigation.

Li Chong thought about his next itinerary. After arriving in Wuhan, he transferred to a ship and went straight down the Yangtze River to Nanjing. Then he took whatever was convenient and fast in Nanjing.As the capital of the Republic of China, the convenience of transportation is not comparable to other places.

After all, Grandpa's illness cannot be prolonged. Thinking of this, Li Chong tightened his bag, which contained life-saving medicine with layers of paper.

"Du~" In the melodious sound of the whistle, Li Chong, who was sitting on the train bench, including all the chatting passengers in the carriage, did not know that in the past two days, in the far north, the artillery was firing. The blades flew across.

Tong Linge, the front-line commander of the 29th Army in Beiping City, deployed his troops skillfully. He attacked suddenly at close quarters and charged with grenades. In the end, the sword team and the Japanese army fought hand-to-hand. After an attack, the Japanese army had to withdraw back to the Fengtai area.

Immediately, the anti-Japanese victory news that the 29th Army killed the enemy came from Lugou Bridge.

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"Wuhan Station has arrived! Wuhan Station has arrived!" The passenger inspector shouted all the way.Li Chong was holding his leather bag all the way, so he didn't sleep much. The sun shining on his eyes after getting off the car made him feel a little dazed.

As one of the core cities of the golden waterway of the Yangtze River, Wuhan is still very prosperous. From the station, the bustling area is comparable to that of Hong Kong.

When going to Hong Kong, Li Chong also got off the ship and transferred to the train here.

But today when Li Chong got off the train, looking at the city not far away, he felt that the sky above the city seemed to be filled with an explosive atmosphere.

Li Chong still remembers the scene when he first came to Wuhan, walking along the Qingshiban road, the carriages ticking, the cars beeping, it was so lively.Along the street, waiters in teahouses, restaurants, barber shops, bookstores, and pharmacies sweep the dust and wash the floor, and chickens and geese are slaughtered in restaurants, a busy scene.

But at this time, the atmosphere was indeed very strange, it seemed to be very quiet, and there was an uproarious noise in the distance.

After leaving the station, the previous tranquility seemed to be in a frying pan!

On the streets, countless people holding flags waved their arms and shouted the slogan: "Fight to the end, I'd rather fight to the death than be slaves who forget the country!"

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the Japanese army used their old skills to plan provocations, bombarded Wanping City and blew up the city walls!" Seeing the gate of the train station open and the flow of people pouring out, the kid selling newspapers shouted at the crowd that filed out of the gate. road.

"Give me one! Give me one!" Amid the yelling, the newspaper sellers sold out all the newspapers in their hands.

Li Chong was startled, and took a stride to buy a copy first.

Spread it out, the "Oriental Express" described in detail the deeds of the 29th Army's heroic killing of the enemy and the beginning and end of the incident: "At [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] pm yesterday, the Japanese bombarded Wanping City with heavy artillery fire, causing eight casualties among our soldiers and civilians. More than ten people..."

While I was sitting in a daze on the train, this war just broke out in Beiping!The details of the cause of the war are clearly written. When I saw that Deputy Commander Tong Linge was ordered to command the Broadsword Squadron to almost wipe out a squadron of the Japanese Army:

"Good!" All the patriotic Chinese who got off the station cheered!
Accompanied by the majestic singing of "The big knife cuts off the devils' heads", the passionate passengers carried their luggage and joined the crowd of demonstrators.

Li Chong was about to follow up with one foot, but after he stepped out, he remembered his mission on this trip, and struggled to withdraw his foot.

On the way to the ferry, there were protests against the Japanese army and patriotic rallies everywhere.

In the center of the intersection, the originally bustling intersection was crowded with crowds of people in layers, on the high platform raised in the middle.A short-haired young man held a trumpet made of rolled iron and shouted at the crowd:

"The big knife cut off the devils' heads. Brothers who are armed across the country, the day of the war of resistance has come..."

Li Chong is no stranger to such gatherings. In Hong Kong under British rule, such gatherings occur almost every day.But in free Hong Kong, this kind of large-scale assembly and demonstration will also be suppressed by the bloody British military and police. Li Chong does not know how such an opportunity will turn out.

(End of this chapter)