Zheng Jiakang drank a bowl of porridge indiscriminately, and went out of the house with a steamed bun in his mouth.

Recently, the arsenal has been particularly busy, and he, the chief technician of the firearms department, is even more busy with his feet on the ground, and can only sleep for four hours a day.

When he left the house in a daze, he saw a newsboy.

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, selling newspapers, overseas Chinese in Japan revealed that Shunroku Hata is actually an addict."

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the Ministry of Industry and Bureau of the Concession helped to abuse them, and refused to release the 800 heroes of the Sixing Warehouse."

"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the small Japanese Central China Front army went north and was surrounded by our people's army in Fuyang and Mengcheng, and it was destroyed only overnight."

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, sell newspapers......"

"Newspaper seller, bring me one." Zheng Jiakang took out a horn and handed it to the newsboy.

The newsboy took out a newspaper from his shoulder bag on his chest and handed it to Cheng Jiakang, and then continued to shout.

When Zheng Jiakang opened the newspaper and was about to read it, he suddenly found that many people were running in one direction in a hurry, and almost without thinking, Zheng Jiakang followed the crowd and ran forward.

Turning the corner, Zheng Jiakang saw that the square in front of him was crowded with black people.

Zheng Jiakang estimated that there were thousands of people gathered in the square.

Thousands of people, but there was not a single sound, all of them holding their breath and listening intently.

Zheng Jiakang only then noticed that almost everyone's eyes were on the telephone pole on the north side of the square, or, more precisely, everyone's eyes were on the radio on the telephone pole, because in the broadcast, the voice familiar to the majority of Chinese was giving a speech with a thick Ningbo accent.

"As soon as the war begins, there is no distinction between north and south, no one is old or young, no matter who they are, they all have the responsibility of defending the land and resisting the war, and they all need to have the determination to sacrifice everything and fight to the end with the Japanese invaders, we can only win the final ......victory by sacrificing to the end, resisting to the end, and having the determination to sacrifice everything."

"The Battle of Xuzhou is related to the overall situation of the War of Resistance, and only victory is allowed, not defeat."

"All the officers and soldiers participating in the front, from the first-class general to the second-class soldier, regardless of party affiliation, need to fight bravely to kill the enemy and serve the ......country and the nation."

(Dividing Line)

Almost at the same time.

Feicheng, the 2nd Regiment of the Central Anhui Advance Brigade is stationed.

The stone rushed into the barracks like the wind, and shouted at the forty or so recruits who were still secretly wiping their tears: "Hurry, hurry up to the square, hurry up to the square, hurry!" ”

More than forty recruits were dazed.

The stone kicked him directly on the ass and kicked him out of the barracks.

Seeing this, the remaining forty or so recruits rushed out of the barracks in a swarm.

When I came to the square, I saw that most of the officers and soldiers of the whole regiment had gathered together, and there were not only the officers and soldiers of their Anhui Advance Brigade in the square, but even the friendly troops of the Dameishan Independent Regiment, but I saw that the square was full of heads, and it was not yet dawn, otherwise the devil only needed to throw a bomb and kill a large area.

Six pounds and a full platoon of recruits were quickly attracted by the announcements set up on the telephone poles on the north side of the square.

Six Jin could easily hear the voice that was speaking on the radio, and that was Chairman Jiang.

There was no need for anyone to supervise them, and the officers and men of the whole platoon consciously held their breath and began to listen seriously.

"All the officers and soldiers of the Anhui Central Advance Brigade, all the officers and soldiers of the 32nd Group Army, and all the national officers and soldiers of the entire Xuzhou battlefield, you only need to fight bravely to kill the enemy, and there is no need to worry about the future, if you are not there, your parents, I raised them, your wives and children, and the country raised them, and when the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression is won, your name will be forever engraved on the Chinese martyrs' monument, and will be endlessly admired and remembered by future generations, and your fierce will to die and be immortalized ......."

Listening to the sentence of Mandarin with a strong Ningbo local accent coming out of the radio, six catties were like being hit by an electric current in an instant, and the whole person became numb and crispy, especially when I heard the words of your parents and your wife and children, the blood of the six catties rushed straight to the brain in an instant.

Your mother, as long as you have this sentence, it's worth dying!

The broadcast continued: "The victory or defeat of the Battle of Xuzhou is related to the overall situation of the War of Resistance, and the victory or defeat of the Battle of Feicheng is related to the victory or defeat of the Battle of Xuzhou. The Anhui Central Advance Brigade was ordered to defend Feicheng with a lone army, and the officers and soldiers of the brigade all had the will to die, and I was very relieved and the people of the country were very relieved. ”

"More than 5,000 officers and soldiers of the Central Anhui Advance Brigade have their names and hometowns recorded."

"There are more than 1,200 members of the Dameishan Independent Regiment, whose names and origins are also recorded."

"Regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, you and others are the heroes of the country and the model of the whole army, and all the officers and soldiers participating in the battle, regardless of party affiliation, will be rewarded with 500 legal dollars each, and all the dead in battle, regardless of party affiliation, will be given a generous compensation of 500 legal currency per person, and the government should also give generous compensation to all the officers and soldiers who have died in the rest of the battlefield, so as not to make the heroes of our army shed blood and tears."

Hearing this, the more than 3,000 people in the square finally couldn't help it and began to cry.

"Mother, mother, did you hear that?" Liujin knelt on the ground, and shouted with both hands, "Even if I die in battle, you can get a 500 yuan pension from the government, and with this 500 yuan of legal currency, you don't have to sew in the dark, you don't have to go down to the river to fish in the cold weather, and you don't have to go hungry to save your stutter for Guo'er." ”

"Cui'er, Cui'er, my brother is gone, and my mother will be taken care of by you."

"Flowers, flowers, take the money, you can find a good family to marry."

"Dog, dad is gone, remember that your dad is not a bad breed, your dad is a devil to death."

"Dad, my son's military life is in his body, and he can't go home, so he can only do his filial piety to you in the next life......"

Suddenly, the entire square was enveloped by a huge cry, whether it was the officers and soldiers of the Anhui Central Advance Brigade, or the officers and soldiers of the Dameishan Independent Regiment, they all cried loudly, looking at the thousands of soldiers who were crying there like children, Xu Rui couldn't help but be moved, the man didn't flick his tears, but he didn't get to the sad place.

(Dividing Line)

Liang Yixiao and Wu Qian came out of the dock and saw that the square was crowded with people.

At this moment, whether it is a fruit vendor, whether it is a crawling beggar, whether it is a traveler carrying a cage, whether it is a policeman holding a baton, whether it is a gentleman holding a civilized stick, whether it is a white-collar worker holding a briefcase, whether it is a courtesan with flowers, or a young and immature student, they all listen with bated breath.

The radio power at the Hankow wharf was thirty watts, and the volume was loud enough to spread throughout the square.

Liang Yixiao and Wu Qian heard the very thick local accent of Ningbo from the radio.

"Country, country, only with a country can there be a home, if the country is dead, how can the home be safe?"

"The so-called rise and fall of the world, the husband is responsible, on the occasion of this crisis, the majority of the people should abandon the ego, stand up, students, should follow the example of Han Banchao, and put pen to paper."

"An inch of mountains and rivers, an inch of blood, a million young people and a million troops."

"If the youth does not die, the country will not perish, and the nation will not perish!"

"The vast number of businessmen should also donate generously and unite as one to tide over the difficulties together."

"With the insignificance of individual strength, it can also gather into a vast river, and gather the fierce ambition of 450 million people, so why worry about the immortality of thieves? Towering, China, Huanghuang, China, 5,000 years of Han civilization continues to this day, our generation firmly believes that it will never be cut off today, and the Chinese nation will eventually win the victory of the War of Resistance! ”

The broadcast ended, and the crowd that had been completely mobilized flocked to the exit of the wharf, flocking to the fundraising office set up at the exit of the wharf, enthusiastically donating money and materials, Wu Qian saw with his own eyes that the beggar who had lost a leg and could only lie on the scooter and crawl forward with his hands paddled forward, but donated half of the Jiaoyang.

Liang Yixiao saw that the two flowery courtesans took out a thick stack of fiat currency from their delicate bags, and put them into the fundraising carton without hesitation, and in a flash, hot tears surged out of Liang Yixiao's eyes, she covered her mouth, trying her best to suppress herself from crying.

Liang Yixiao remembered that He Shuya once told her that a country, a nation, if even beggars and prostitutes will come forward and are willing to spend all their money to fund the country's war of resistance, then the country will definitely not die, and the nation will eventually rise again.

With tears in his eyes, Liang Yixiao saw a father and son walking over.

Young children are visibly attracted by the toys in the street window, and they refuse to move forward when they look at the toy guns in the window.

"Daddy, Daddy, this is the toy gun I told you about, I want this." The child points to the window and cheers.

The young father looked at the price tag of the toy gun, and then looked at the fundraiser not far away, and his hands were subconsciously clenched.

"Dad, buy it for me." The child raised his head and looked at his father with big eyes as clear as water, his face full of anticipation.

Dad sighed, squatted down and hugged the child and said, "Xiaobao, Dad has a better idea, this toy gun is actually fake, it can't kill devils, why don't we use this money to buy a real gun, okay?" ”

"Okay." The child nodded heavily, and said milkily, "Then buy a real gun." ”

"But Xiaobao, you're too young to use a gun, so it's better to give this gun to the soldiers on the front line, and let them use your gun to fight devils, okay?"

"Okay." The child was already crying, but he still nodded sensibly.

"Xiaobao doesn't cry." The young father touched the child's little head and said, "Go home and your father will make you a small wooden gun, and you will use the small wooden gun to practice marksmanship, and when you have practiced your marksmanship, you will grow up, and then take back the real gun you bought, and then take your own gun and really go to the battlefield to fight devils, okay?" ”

"Okay." The child immediately stopped crying and said, "I want to grow up quickly." ”

"Xiaobao is really good." The father kissed the child's little face, then led the child to the recruiting office, took out his wallet and donated all the money.