The War of Resistance

Under the night, the city is dark, like a giant beast lurking in the night.

Although it has thick walls and tall gates, it is too old after all.

Who knows how old it is? A city that has experienced vicissitudes of history is now facing the invaders armed with industrialization, so can it persist for a day and a night?

Footsteps sounded on the stone slab. It was an officer who rushed back from the outskirts of Songjiang County.

He walked into a door under the guidance of soldiers.

It was still dark after entering the door, but when the soldier opened the inner door again, the bright candlelight shone out, but at this time the outer door was closed, so it was still dark to see the house in the dark. A glimmer of light.

And this is the headquarters of the 67th Army.

The officer walked into the room and saw thirty or forty officers with the same rank in the room, but there were not many officers with the same rank that he was familiar with.

Because he is a regiment leader, he used to be able to get together with other colleagues when he went to the military headquarters for meetings.

"Ma Teng is missing you, and the meeting starts now." A hoarse voice with a hint of fatigue sounded from the venue, it was the army commander Wu Keyong.

Is it just me? There was a puzzled expression on Ma Teng's face, did he read it wrong? He then scanned the officers in the room.

"There's no need to look for it," Wu Keyong said, "Everyone who can come has come, and those who can't come will never be able to come."

There is no doubt that Army Commander Wu Ke used a pun.

Ma Teng, who was known for fighting tough battles in the Sixty-seventh Army, felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

It turned out that most of the officers of the same rank that I was familiar with had already died in battle.

And so the meeting began.

The Sixty-seventh Army arrived at Qingpu on November 6, and then went straight to Songjiang County and entered the battle.

So far they have played one day and two nights, and they still need to stick to it for another day, or one day and one night.

Since so many officers of the same rank were killed in battle, there must be a lot of casualties in the entire army, and all the officers began to guess.

The speech made by Army Commander Wu Keyong surprised them even more: "As I said, many officers among us will not be able to return, and now our entire army has suffered more than half of the casualties!"

Although the officers present were already mentally prepared, they were still surprised.

Their respective teams suffered heavy casualties, but they always took chances and hoped that their brother troops would be better.

But now according to the mission requirements, half of the troops have been killed in half the time, so if we persist until tomorrow, will the entire 67th Army cease to exist?

"The casualties of our army are obvious to all, but we still have to fight." At this time, Wu Keyong once again expressed his attitude.

"First, we belong to the Northeast Army. During September 18, due to various reasons, the young commander and all of us were notorious for not resisting. We need to use our own actions to prove that our young commander is not a runaway general. Nor is our army a non-resistance army.

Second, you have also seen it on the Songhu battlefield. Not only did we fight to the death, but the Central Army and other armies did the same. Even a division of the Sichuan Army was wiped out in a few hours. First, as the army of the three northeastern provinces, we must not be cowards!

Third, the young marshal decided to detain the old man in Xi'an, what was our purpose? Isn't it just to force him to resist the Japanese, and now that we have embarked on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War, it is the time to fight the enemy bravely, otherwise, what kind of military remonstrance did we have at the beginning?

So now we are not a question of whether to fight or not, but a question of how to fight.

Well, now let's face the matter of the Japanese army. Due to the serious reduction in the number of troops, I decided to shrink the line of defense! "

Wu Keyong spoke clearly. Although it is a long speech, there is no nonsense, and this is also a style of army officers.

And when he got to this point, he ordered: "Bring the cigarettes."

Following Wu Keyong's order, his orderlies took out dozens of packs of cigarettes.

"During this critical period, I don't have any gold bars or silver dollars for you. Let's each carry a pack of cigarettes, and then discuss how to fight."

Whether it is a department or an army, when encountering difficulties. Those who are officials will become friendly, and so is Wu Keyong.

Now that the tone of the meeting had been set, the officers sitting below relaxed a little, especially those junior officers who came to the meeting to replace the chiefs who had died in battle.

As of now, the 67th Army has killed a brigade commander and three regiment commanders, let alone the battalion commander and company commander.

Cigarettes curled up, and the air began to smell of tobacco.

If one cigarette is lit, it still has a fragrance, but when dozens of cigarettes are lit, the room begins to become choking.

And in the corner of the meeting site, there was a soldier standing quietly, he was Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen must protect Army Commander Wu Keyong. This is the task assigned to him by Chang En, the commander of the 108th Division.

So Shang Zhen became a participant in this meeting, and of course he could also be called a bystander.

This meeting went quickly.

That is, half an hour later, the officers walked out of the military headquarters one after another.

Because of the design of the double doors, they seemed to be walking from darkness to darkness.

Who knows what tomorrow morning will be like, maybe, no! A **** dawn for sure.

Shang Zhen also came out along with those officers, and finally he appeared in the room in the same courtyard as the military headquarters.

"Open the door, it's me." Shang Zhen knocked lightly on the door.

Originally, Shang thought that the door would be opened slowly, but then the door was pushed open immediately.

Shang Zhen stepped into the room and quickly closed the door, as if the candle in this room did not let out a ray of light.

After entering the room, Shang Zhen realized that most of his people had fallen asleep, but the little dustpan was squatting on the ground playing with a few grenades.

Correspondingly, six or seven bags of Japanese grenade bags were placed next to those cartridges.

"Boss! Let me show you, we brought this back today according to your order!" The little dustpan, who never seemed to worry about anything, said to Shang Zhen like a child offering treasure.

"Good job!" Shang Zhen, who was in a bad mood because of attending the tense meeting, still did not forget to praise his subordinates.

"By the way, head, I brought another person back for you." The little dustpan said in a low voice.

Shang Zhen looked at the little dustpan with a puzzled expression.

"Did you see that? When we went to inform the people in that position to retreat, we brought him back." The little dustpan pointed to a soldier lying on the bunk, and then introduced~www.readwn.com~Shang Zhen, I am the only one He noticed that the soldier was not his subordinate, but he still kept silent and only listened.

"This kid's name is Qi Heng. When we got there, we found out that the kid is quite powerful. He even learned the trick of the dead monkey. He disguised himself as a little devil and hid among the little devil's dead bodies.

We were catching up with the attack of a group of little devils, and this kid threw a series of grenades from behind, so dozens of little devils in this group were wiped out by our people.

I think this kid has enough brains. If he is killed in front, he will be blind. There are only one and a half people left in their position, so I brought him back. "

After talking about these little dustpans, he looked at Shang Zhen. This was his own decision. Although the matter was not a big deal, he always wanted to report to Shang Zhen.

Shang Zhen gave an "oh" to show that he knew.

"Okay, don't mess with it, hurry up and sleep for a while, you don't know what's going on tomorrow." Then Shang Zhen said, and then he left the room.

Shang Zhen still needed to go back to the military headquarters, but on the way, he couldn't help sighing.

Just this sigh made him feel extraordinarily old.

All the past seemed to have disappeared in the two days and one night of **** battle.

He needs to think about how to live with these people of his own.

Of course, it's okay to die, but **** more invaders before death is the most important thing.