As early as the autumn of 1936, the Nationalist Army held a large-scale exercise on the outskirts of Nanjing.

The intended objective of the exercise was to assume that when the enemy and Japanese invaded Nanjing, after their main forces had reached the front-line positions in the north and south of Tangshan, the Nationalist army would use the Fukuo to feign resistance and consume the strength of the Japanese army, and lure the enemy deep into the area south of the Purple Mountain to annihilate it one by one.

This time, the 26th Division and other troops participating in the Tangshan Blockade Battle were also deployed under the guidance of such a strategic objective, first using the tactics of infiltration and ambush to destroy the Japanese outpost troops, waiting for the arrival of the main force of the Japanese army, and then turning to positional warfare, using the fortifications on the north and south lines of Tangshan to consume the strength of the Japanese army, and finally luring them into the south of Purple Mountain, and annihilating them by converging with the main force of the well-equipped Central Army.

However, the reality is always cruel, the 26th Division is not a defensive unit that once participated in the exercises, and the Japanese army is much stronger than the attacking forces in the exercises.

When the 26th Division had just finished annihilating the enemy's machine-gun squadron, the sky was already light, the dense fog had begun to dissipate, and a group of officers and men were happily collecting trophies, when the gunfire of the guard post behind suddenly rang out.

The fat regiment leader's face changed, and he shouted: "Hurry up for Lao Tzu, it should be the main force of the devil coming up...... The battalions alternated cover and withdrew to their positions. ”

"Fat brother," Liu Sandao, the commander of the first battalion, was still immersed in excitement, and shouted: "The devil came just in time, you withdraw first, and Lao Tzu will ambush him again." ”

The fat leader's face sank, "Haven't you woken up yet?" Donkeys don't trip twice in a pit, is the devil dumber than a donkey? Your battalion withdraws first with Lao Tzu, bringing the captured heavy weapons, and the rest of the battle will depend on them...... Chen crooked mouth, Wang is blind, you take the second battalion and the third battalion to cover. ”

"Yes," the three of them hurriedly organized their men.

The gunfire got closer and closer, and a brother stumbled over, shouting as he ran, "The big army of devils is coming, and the Iron King is ......"

Everyone was shocked and sped up. On the battlefield in Shanghai, they did not suffer less from these Iron King Ba...... When he first entered the battlefield, a battalion of the 155th Regiment was wiped out by a single charge of 12 tanks of the little devils, that is, mobile steel fortresses.

The fat regiment leader's face changed, and he suddenly gritted his teeth, "Chen crooked mouth, Wang is blind, Lao Tzu left all the grenades to you, and find a chance to kill the little devil's Iron King Ba for me!" ”

"Yes," the two battalion commanders looked at each other with blazing eyes and no timidity.

The devil's outpost stopped in front of the valley, and it was precisely because they heard the sound of guns and cannons here that they dared to come to their aid, but when they saw this messy battlefield, they were still too late...... A soldier hurried to the back to report.

After a while, a group of big and small officials hurriedly came, led by a young Dazuo, tall and handsome, the young Dazuo walked slowly on the battlefield full of corpses with an expressionless face, his pace was steady, suddenly, his eyes froze, he quickened his pace, walked to the corpse of Shaozuo in three or two steps, and stopped.

Da Zuo looked at the corpse in front of him expressionlessly, his body stood straight, his military uniform was meticulously groomed, his saber was gorgeous and sharp, and there was murderous intent condensed in his eyes!

The big and small officials around him stood with their heads down, not daring to make the slightest sound, everyone knew that Yoshida Shaozuo was Miyamoto's classmate and his brother-in-law! Anyone can feel the killing intent in the air, and the source is Miyamoto Daisa! He was the leader of the Miyamoto family, the rising star of the Imperial Army, how could he tolerate this disgrace? He will wash away this shame with blood, either the people of China or his own!

Suddenly, Miyamoto Daisa pulled out his saber with a "sonorous" sound, pointing straight at the sky, his young hand was swift and steady, the sharp blade flickered coldly, and his voice was cold and shy: "Warriors of the Empire, show your bravery to the fullest, and break through all the villages and towns along the way...... Chickens and dogs don't stay! ”

"Hooray! Banzai! Banzai! Everyone shouted in unison, shaking the valley, they are the most elite army of the empire, they are the most brave warriors of the Yamato nation!

At the fork in the road outside Beigang Village, Jiulian hid on a small hill, looking at the burning Chenjiatai Village in the distance, everyone looked angry.

Scarface slammed the ground hard, gritted his teeth and said, "Little devil of the turtle son, the bad things have been done, and there will be retribution one day." ”

Li Siwei sighed leisurely, "The little devil came here thousands of miles away, isn't he here to do bad things?" If they had been afraid of retribution, they would not have come. ”

Wang Dazhui said hatefully: "Only the turtle son dares to come over, and Lao Tzu will overturn a few iron kings first!" ”

Scarface scolded: "You turtle has a hard mouth, what are you doing when the fog is about to disperse?" ”

"Well," Li Siwei also felt a little regretful, "It would be nice if they came last night, they could still touch it while the fog was blowing, but now it won't work, they will be beaten into a sieve before they get close." ”

"So that's it?" Wang Dazhui was unwilling.

Scarface shook his head and said slowly: "Cover everyone's withdrawal first, this battle is still long, look for a chance...... Remove! ”

In this way, the little devil walked all the way, burned all the way, until the sun rose in the east, and then he arrived in front of Tangshan Town. By this time, the 154th Regiment had already withdrawn to the fortifications in full.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

The division headquarters was set up in a pillbox, and Division Commander Liu and several commanders were observing the Japanese positions at the lookout.

Suddenly, the colonel's staff officer put down his binoculars and sighed, "The strength of almost a wing, with tanks and mountain artillery, is very orderly, and it is an elite division." ”

Senior Commander Liu also put down the binoculars, turned around, and shouted in a deep voice: "Fan Pengju, this battle is all up to you, do you have the confidence to win?" ”

The fat head immediately saluted, and his fat face was resolute: "Report to the division, although there is no certainty of winning the war, but Chengren's determination is still there!" ”

"Okay," Division Commander Liu nodded with satisfaction and said in a deep voice: "You must know that Nanjing City is where the confidence of the military and people of the whole country lies, and all the officers and men of our 26th Division should have the determination to shed the last drop of blood to defend Nanjing City!" ”

"Shhhhh......h......h Boom ......", the fire flickered, the smoke of gunpowder filled, and the sound of a thunderous explosion sounded, and the position of the 26th Division trembled.

"Ah......h

Li Siwei hid in the cat's ear hole and covered his ears tightly, at this time, the only thing he could do was this! Only by dodging the enemy's artillery fire can they join the defensive counterattack battle behind......

I don't know how long it took, the explosion finally stopped, the position was no longer shaking, Li Siwei rushed out of the cat's ear hole, searching around for his living brother.

The trenches were already covered with a layer of scorched earth, and the dead brothers were covered with scorched earth, and no one paid attention to them, and the living hurriedly took up their weapons and lay on the side of the trenches ready to meet the charge of the devils.

The little devil roared across the field and up the hillside under the cover of four tanks, and the plaster flags at the head were dazzling white in the sun.

"Da ......" A heavy machine gun roared angrily, and several devils fell in response.

Before the crowd could cheer in a hurry, a "boom" was heard, and the machine guns and machine gunners were bombarded into the air by shells...... The devil's tank is a moving turret!

"Hit!" There was a mournful shout, and the long and short guns in the trenches rang out.

Bullets whistled in his ears, dust splashed all around, Li Siwei's mind was blank, just mechanically pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger, and the devils came up like a tide, no need to aim, one more shot might overturn one more devil......

The mortars on the position roared and fired out all the few shells...... The devil tank was all hit! China has a vast land and vast resources, and there is never a shortage of good gunners, but there is a shortage of artillery! In order to adapt to mountain warfare, the tanks of the little devils blindly pursue lightness and flexibility, but they are much worse in defense. Therefore, as soon as Zhou squinted his eyes, the four tanks of the little devil were bombed into scrap metal......

Without the cover of the tank, the stormtroopers of the little devils were instantly disorganized, and people kept being shot and falling...... The gunfire in the trenches was even louder.

Suddenly, several plaster flags of the little devil waved, and the team miraculously stabilized the formation and rushed up fiercely.

"Raise the flag for Lao Tzu," Li Siwei shouted.

"Bang", a plaster flag fell on the way to charge, and the team was really a little confused, but soon someone picked up the spear with the plaster flag and rushed up waving it.

Fifty meters, thirty meters...... The devil was at the edge of the trench in an instant, and although there was not much left, the morale was high.

"Kill," a voice shouted, and Scarface jumped out of the trench first, a machete dancing vigorously, slashing a devil with a plaster flag in front of the battle.

The crowd was in high spirits and brandished their bayonets to meet them.

"It's up again," someone shouted, and the devil's stormtroopers rushed up in a steady stream, completely fighting for their lives.

The devil's stormtroopers are endless, but the brothers in the trenches are fighting less and less.

Li Siwei was already numb, his hands were numb, and his heart was numb, and the devil rushed to the edge of the trench and fought with a bayonet...... There is only the enemy in his eyes, and only the sound of gunfire and screams in his ears...... War is far more brutal than imagined!

I don't know how long the battle lasted, but it was a thick fog in Tangshan again, and the devils finally stopped attacking...... Li Siwei leaned against the pit wall with his whole body sour, panting desperately.

After a long time, he felt some strength regained, and he roared loudly, "Who is still alive...... Who is still alive? ”

No one answered, the dead lay haphazardly in the scorched earth, and the living clung to their weapons, leaning numbly against the walls of the pit, panting.

"Li Cannon, Li Cannon," a herald shouted as he ran.

"Here," Li Siwei struggled to sit up.

The herald came in a hurry, "Li Cannon, from now on you will be the commander of the Ninth Company...... The head of the regiment lets you resist! ”

Li Cannon's heart sank, he knew that either Scarface was killed, or the commander of the third battalion was killed......

"Li Cannon, can you withstand it?" The herald saw that he was stunned, and shouted at him.

"Stand it!" Li Siwei stood up suddenly, and yelled at the herald, "Tell the regiment commander that Lao Tzu can withstand it!" ”

As soon as the herald turned around and ran away, Li Siwei sat on the ground again with weak legs.

Hold on! Li Siwei gritted his teeth and shouted: "Liao Heiniu, Liao Heiniu......"

"Here," Liao Heiniu ran over with a bloody face.

Li Siwei glanced at him deeply, "The brothers in the row will be handed over to you, take them with you!" ”

Liao Heiniu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Li Siwei in a daze, "I ......"

Li Siwei roared: "Liao Heiniu, do you bring it well?" ”

"Well bringed!" Liao Heiniu craned his neck and replied loudly.

Li Siwei struggled to his feet and staggered away...... He is a company commander, there are more people in charge, and the defense line is longer.

Scarface died, Li Siwei saw his corpse, his chest was beaten into a sieve, and his face still had a hideous expression, at this time, that expression had solidified, frozen forever.

There were only ten people left in the second platoon, and the stone monkey was also painted, the bandage on his left arm was soaked with blood, and the knife wound on his right leg was still bleeding.

There were only twelve people left in the third platoon, and Wang Dazhui was also dead, his back was blown up by the shells...... Li Siwei didn't dare to look at his face, he knew what kind of unwilling expression would be on that face, that expression could pierce the heart of everyone who saw it!

There were eleven people left in the row, and the yellow cat was still full of energy, running up and down the ground to collect weapons and ammunition; Chen Dashan silently leaned against the corner, writing something in a small book by the faint light......

Li Siwei leaned over and looked at it, it was a tattered notebook, and the blood-red font on it was uglyly twisted......

Chen Dashan gently closed the notebook and smiled bitterly at Li Siwei, "They are all brothers who have followed me, and there are many words that I can't write, so I can only memorize them randomly...... They died on the battlefield with me, and I can't let them not even have a name......" He choked up as he spoke.

Li Siwei silently tore off a piece of cloth from a dead warrior and gently bandaged his injured left arm, where a cut was made, the flesh and blood were blurred, and his voice trembled and said, "Hehe...... Lao Tzu knows a lot of words, but ...... But Lao Tzu couldn't finish writing the names of those dead brothers, from Songhu to Nanjing, from Dachang to Tangshan...... There are so many brothers who have died with me...... I...... I don't even know the names of many of my brothers...... You...... You're doing better than me......"

"Count the ball," Chen Dashan shook his head lightly and smiled bitterly, "Maybe one day I will go with my brothers, at that time...... Who else can read these ghost-painted peach talismans that I wrote! ”

Li Siwei shook his hand, yes, a few decades later, he will still remember these ordinary soldiers who defended the dignity of the nation with their lives, they are just a group of big-headed soldiers who no one cares about when they are alive and no one remembers when they are dead!

The fog in Tangshan was a truce letter, the little devils stopped, and the national army also had time to breathe, nesting in the trenches in twos and threes, silently gnawing on dry food...... They must build up stamina for the next battle that could happen at any time!