The War of Resistance

The sun streaked across the sky, and finally it was thrown into the west like a big bomb, and the sunset glow of the sky was like the flames splashed after the bomb exploded.

It was getting dark.

A group of Northeast Army soldiers withdrew from outside the pass. They were Liu Chengyi and Li Le.

It was getting dark when they arrived at Yilian, and when they got out of the mountain pass, all they could see were mountains of various sizes.

Not only could they not find Shang Zhen, they even wanted to observe the terrain and it was too late, so what can they do if they don't go back?

Liu Chengyi no longer thought about Shang Zhen's dozen or so soldiers who were making trouble for him. As the brigade commander, he had more important things to think about.

But Shang Zhen and the others had already taken shelter on that mountain.

They didn't even know that the fact that they were pretending to be a security company had been exposed, and they were still thinking about how to get weapons tomorrow.

The moon was slowly rising, although the moon was not yet full, but after it rose to the sky, there were some hazy images on the ground.

Those images include mountains, the Great Wall, and forests, all big and small, just like stones, like dirt bags, like new graves.

At the same time, the General Tower at Gubeikou also stood in the darkness, and Gubeikou was only a few miles away from the mountain pass guarded by Liu Chengyi's brigade.

Under the starlight, the General Building looks desolate and tragic like a giant beast guarding North China.

This was originally a two-story building, but now there is only one floor left. The Great Wall above has been almost destroyed by Japanese aircraft and artillery during the **** battles of the past few days.

So the upper floor of the two-story building disappeared, revealing the arched roof as a support below.

If the vaulted roof has become the sky cover of the giant beast in the starry sky, it has been injured again, because there is a huge hole in the middle of the sky cover, which is the plane of the invaders during the day Fried.

If this general building is really a guardian beast, can it still work? The arrow windows around him became its wounded eyes, and the big hole in the abutment seemed to have dealt a fatal blow to his cap.

But it still does not fall, perhaps this is its last dignity as a guardian beast.

Even if it changes beyond recognition one day, it is still a guardian beast, but it is always better than the ruins of the Old Summer Palace in Beijing.

The layoff of the Yuanmingyuan means that luxury and weakness will be destroyed, and although it has no bones of steel, it also means resistance.

At noon, it was here that the 25th Division of the 17th Army of the Chinese Army withstood the last wave of Japanese attacks. "The reason for getting here and not hearing the explosion.

And in the dead of night, just outside the general's building, there was a low sobbing sound in the darkness.

"Boy, is it hurting again?" A veteran's caring voice sounded.

So the sobbing paused, followed by a low "um".

"Then why didn't you go back when the wounded were sent back in the afternoon?" the veteran complained.

"I wanted to avenge my brother. I thought I could hold back my injuries. I didn't expect it to hurt so much." The young soldier replied in a low voice.

"Hey." The old soldier sighed in a low voice, "It's just a kid who doesn't understand. There are a lot of Japanese devils, and it's not just a matter of time to get revenge!"

And the wounded young soldier didn't answer any more. Maybe he was regretting his choice in the afternoon. Maybe when the cruel battle came again after dawn, the bloodiness would make him forget the pain of the wound, and he would still think about it. to kill the enemy.

After a while, the young soldier started weeping again, this time of course it was because of the pain, but it was also because he missed his mother.

"Baby, bear with it, your making noise like this not only disturbs other people's sleep but also affects morale, and besides, the division commander is in the building." The Lou Bing could only persuade again.

The young soldier let out an "oh", this time he dared not speak out anyway.

At this time, the moon has risen a little higher, and the moon has risen a little higher, and the earth is naturally brighter again.

At this time, Xi Suo's voice came from the general building.

"Master, is that you? Are you?" A voice asked next to him.

"I said don't stay here, you have to let me here, the wounded will have to suffer from the cold outside." The teacher whispered, with displeasure already in his tone.

Obviously, the teacher had heard the voice outside just now.

Regarding the teacher's complaints, his subordinates could only keep silent.

"All of you get up, I'm going to the top of the building to get some air, and bring the wounded to the building for me!" The teacher said in an unquestionable tone.

If the teacher has an order, it will naturally be carried out.

Originally, there was a masonry ladder from the first floor to the second floor, but the ladder was blown up by the Japanese aerial bomb that fell from the sky during the day.

The general building has been the focus of contention between the enemy and us for the past two days, and the division commander is surnamed Du, but he is only the acting division commander because their division commander, originally surnamed Guan, was injured in the battle with the Japanese army yesterday and has been sent to the rear. .

Since they were at war with the Japanese army, they had no advantage in firepower, so now the division commander didn't dare to show any light when he wanted to go to the roof.

Fortunately, the teacher is not very old, and it only took a while. With the help of those subordinates, the teacher finally climbed outside as if following the moonlight hanging down from the hole. The officer he was talking about was his adjutant.

"Teacher, be careful with this hole." His adjutant reminded him from the side.

It's just that the division commander didn't pay attention to the adjutant's words, but looked into the distance.

The adjutant stood back a little to prevent his division commander from stepping back accidentally.

After only staying for a while, he saw that the teacher had been silent and finally brought up the topic: "Master, this battle with the Japanese is not easy!"

He has been serving as an adjutant to Mr. Du, so he naturally understands that his teacher is not the kind of person who needs to avoid such topics.

"It's not just that it's hard to fight the Japanese." The teacher sighed.

The adjutant didn't know what the teacher meant, and seemed to be sighing, so he stopped talking and just listened.

"I fought against the British for opium twice, and I lost all of them." The teacher began to say, and sure enough, he sighed.

And his adjutant naturally knew that what the teacher said was about the Qing Dynasty~www.readwn.com~ fought with Little Japan in the Sino-Japanese War and lost.

The Eight-Power Allied Forces entered Beiping, and we Chinese lost again.

He fought a war with the French, lost the naval battle, and won the land battle at Nanguan, but whoever thought that the war that was originally won would suffer a loss when signing the treaty.

Ha, what a wonder!

It's like we in China have always been like a poor boy who was beaten up by others. He won a game suddenly, but he didn't know what to do. Do you think it's funny? "Under the moonlight, the adjutant couldn't see the teacher's face, but the teacher's words floated over.

Modern China is a history of humiliation, and I know more or less about these adjutants.

"However, I think it is an honor for us as Chinese soldiers to catch up with Little Japan this time." The teacher said again.

"Master, what do you say?" the adjutant asked hurriedly.

"It would be great if we win the war, but China hasn't won a national war for a long time.

Our China is now like this general building under our feet. Although it is still standing, it has been riddled with holes.

But if we lose, of course our family and country will be lost, we are doomed to die too.

But I'm sure that even though we are dead, we are destined to be famous in history. Future generations look at us like Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, and Yang Jiajiang.

Isn't this an honor for our soldiers? "