After this war diary of war correspondent Ming Yu was read, Wang Datuanzuo, who was applauded and presented to Zhao Dengyu for reading, a trace of emotion flashed in the eyes of the major general and brigade commander who had been staring at the combat map with a cold face a second ago and studying the next combat plan.

Mingyu's writing is not gorgeous at all, but it is incomparably gorgeous to present the sacrifice of the soldiers.

As the commander of a brigade, in his opinion, he and his brothers were not afraid of life and death when facing the Japanese invaders, but they were also afraid. What he is afraid of is not life and death, but the heartache of his family, and the fear of his family being that he has no source of livelihood because of the loss of his military salary.

So, they need to be known, they need to be known by the country, they need to be known by those in power, they need to be known by the people of the whole country!

Mingyu, with his own pen, helped those ordinary soldiers achieve this wish.

Zhao Dengyu believes that with this report, the families of those officers and soldiers who sacrificed their lives will be treated kindly, at least to a certain extent.

"Pass my military order, whenever a reporter asks to go to the front line, the guards around him must not be less than one infantry squad!" Zhao Dengyu issued a military order, which was already the manpower he could pull out of the stretched troops.

The number of sacrifices written by Ming Yu has become 1,480 in this morning, and his entire 109 Brigade is only 6,400 people when it is full, which is not counting the wounded.

Perhaps because the Japanese suffered too heavy losses in the night attack in the early hours of yesterday morning, and the Japanese attack in a hurry to retaliate was almost crazy, the 109th Brigade had at least three infantry brigades and one infantry wing on the defensive line, and more than 15 charges were launched during the day yesterday, and one of the two infantry battalions that were in reserve at the end had already been sent in the morning.

And today, the fighting may be even more brutal.

The rumbling sound of artillery once again became the main theme on the 10-kilometer-long defense line at Xifengkou.

But the uproar caused by Ming Yu's "war diary" may have just begun.

Peiping.

The sales of the "Beiping People's Daily" in this ordinary morning have become strange because of this war diary of Ming Yu, and it is difficult to find a newspaper.

The 100,000 copies that were rushed out last night were all sold out in less than an hour. Not only them, but all over the country, the "Peiping People's Daily" did not ask for any remuneration to transfer this war diary to the newspapers published by various newspapers, and it became the most sought-after commodity that morning, and there was no one.

Accompanied by the crowd that appeared at the recruitment office of the large and medium-sized cities in Pingjin like the man who resolutely turned away.

The station, which was originally located at the entrance of the office of the 29th Army Headquarters of Chahar in Beiping, was even more overcrowded.

In the end, it was the Northern Military Council that issued a wartime order to temporarily change the office into a recruiting office, which can be regarded as resolving the "mass incident" of nearly 2,000 people blocking the door.

Shaanxi, Xi'an streets.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the Great Wall Defense Line War broke out, and the war diary is freshly released! The 29th Army's broadsword death squad won a big victory at Xifengkou! Kill nearly 1,000 enemy chieftains! "The newsboy was carrying a bag full of freshly printed declaration numbers and was hawking them along the street.

In less than a moment, more than 100 newspapers in the newspaper boy's pocket had been looted, and many pedestrians who had not bought the newspaper grabbed others and rushed to read them.

An elderly lady stretched out her hand to grab the young man next to her, and asked tremblingly:

"Baby, tell me what the newspaper says? Has the 29th Army made a great contribution? ”

The young man's eyes suddenly froze and he asked:

"Auntie, what are you asking for?"

The old lady said proudly:

"My baby wrote back two months ago, saying that he became a squad leader in the army, and he was in charge of more than a dozen people, and I don't know if it is considered an official?"

"Your son is the class leader?" When the young man heard this, he was immediately in awe, hurriedly opened the newspaper, and asked:

"Auntie, which brigade and regiment of the 29th Army is your son in?"

The old lady said loudly:

"Ewaer said that he was in the 109th Brigade, 217th Regiment."

"217 regiment?" The young man's eyes suddenly looked sad.

At the same time, the young man looked at the old lady in front of him, who was at least sixty years old with gray hair, and looked at it carefully.

According to the battlefield diary of the Ming reporter, in a night and a day of battle, the 109th Brigade lost thousands of people, and those were all elite soldiers selected from the whole brigade!

If it's a squad leader, it must be one of them, right?!

The old lady obviously didn't notice the change in the young man's face, and asked with a concerned expression:

"Baby, what's going on? Isn't it Ewa'er's team? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The young man held back tears and said:

"Auntie, you see, the entire 109 Brigade has made great contributions, and they are now heroes, big heroes! Maybe after this battle, he may be a platoon commander or even a company commander! The old lady smiled happily and said:

"Just say it, the neighbors at home also said the same, Ewa has been productive since she was a child." After that, the old lady walked away tremblingly, and when she passed by the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War fundraising place of several young students, she took out five copper yuan from her arms with trembling hands and put them in without hesitation.

Under the gaze of the young man's red eyes, he walked forward more than a dozen steps and passed the corner, the old lady looked at the freshly fried fried fritters that had been fried earlier on the street, and the corners of her mouth twitched a few times, but she finally turned her head and walked resolutely towards a dilapidated old street next to her.

It is one of the poorest streets in the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.

Not far away, the young man finally couldn't hold back tears from his eyes, resolutely took out the last ten copper yuan on his body, threw half of them into the donation box, and half went to buy the freshly scented fritters that the old lady had been watching for a long time, and chased after the old lady's back.

In Shanghai, facing the windows full of dazzling goods.

A father and son are looking at each other.

The little boy was only seven or eight years old, wearing small leather shoes and suspenders, showing that his family was not bad, but his father was a little shabby, although he was also in a suit and leather shoes, but the cuffs had been worn out of the raw edges and the slightly old suit had obviously been worn for many years.

Seven or eight years old is the age of the dog, and the toy gun in the window obviously attracts the child's attention, and he is puffing out his little mouth to have an awkward fight with his father because he has refused his request.

"Come, son, dad will tell you a story." The father, who had passed his prime, pulled the little boy to sit down against the window, picked up the newspaper in his hand, and read the war diary very carefully.

The young father had read every word on it several times, and it was all too familiar, and he reinterpreted it with his understanding, apparently attracting the little boy's full attention, and throwing all the unhappiness of not getting the toy gun into the Pacific Ocean.

Although the little boy was young and ignorant, he already had a vague understanding of the war imposed on the Chinese nation by the Japanese invaders, especially the war that took place in Shanghai a year ago, which still had a great impact on him.

After listening to his father's slightly choked story, he put his hand on his little chin and thought seriously for a while and asked:

"Dad, but I don't know why those soldiers have to fight at night, isn't it easier during the day? Because then you can see the enemy! ”

The little boy's childish questioning brought tears to the young father's eyes.

Oh, yes! A seven or eight-year-old child understands what the soldiers and their commanders don't know?

Of course they do, but they have no other choice!

The Japanese have enough artillery, and if they fight in the daytime, they will have no chance of victory! Only at night, when the enemy's artillery fire did not dare to open fire at will, could they annihilate all the Japanese troops with the broadsword in their hands and the most primitive cold weapon fighting method.

They just wanted to tell the Japanese with blood that if they wanted to set foot on Chinese territory, they had to pay a sufficient price, and they would be the price to be painful.

"Because, they have no choice, they want to tell all Chinese in this way, we, we have to fight with the little devils to the end." The young father clenched his fists. The little boy nodded seriously, pointed to the toy gun in the street window, and said very seriously:

"Dad, I still want that gun, I want to practice marksmanship from now on, and when I grow up, I specialize in killing Japanese devils."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you!" The young father said without hesitation: "When Dad gets his salary next month, I will buy it for you." ”

"Dad, why wait until next month?" The son tilted his head and pursed his mouth again, holding big black and white eyes, looking at his father in bewilderment.

"Because Dad has donated all of this month's salary to the soldiers on the northern front, and now he really has no money to buy you a gun; Also, when you get home, you may have to be scolded by your mother. The young father looked into the distance, a little lost, if it weren't for his wife and children to take care of, he would now want to go to the north and fight with those warriors.

"It's okay, Dad, I'll help you explain, you're helping heroes fight devils." The little boy took his father's hand and comforted him very heroically.

The figures of the father and son, one long and one short, gradually drifted away under the reflection of the street lamp。。。。。。