"The general of the defeated army is not brave enough to say anything, he doesn't want to do anything else, but he wants to die."

Hamada Daisa, the wing commander of the 214th Wing of the 33rd Division of the Japanese Army, replied to Sangou in the same sentence, and the senior Japanese officer who was so proud of himself really looked down on a small battalion commander.

Sangou was a little annoyed in his heart, thinking that this old immortal thing has become like this, and he has given you enough face, and he still looks like a dog day, but he can't say this yet, he can only be a positive color:

"You have to answer my words first, you are no longer a wing leader, you have become my prisoner, I can treat my prisoner preferentially, but not without principles."

Sangou explicitly hinted to Hamada, you have already become a prisoner of my small battalion commander, what can you do, listen to me, you can wait for you, otherwise, it will not be like that.

In fact, now Hamada has no chance of survival, his thigh was blown off, and his stomach was stabbed again, unless the bleeding is stopped immediately and sent to the field hospital for surgery, it is possible to survive.

But what's the use of surviving? The Japanese army in China has not yet had a Dazuo-level demoted, and if he becomes the only one, it will be even more uncomfortable than dying.

If it spreads to Japan's own family, the hundred-year-old family will be disgraced, and the entire clan will not be able to raise their heads because of this, so Hamada would rather die quickly than spread the word.

It's a pity that he can't commit suicide or die quickly now, and he can only be here, humiliated by a small battalion commander of the Chongqing Army, which is simply an unbearable shame.

So now after listening to Sangou's words, he didn't say a word, looked at the sky with both eyes, and didn't even look at Sangou.

The corners of Sangou's mouth showed a subtle smile, he stood up, didn't ask Hamada anymore, walked a few steps, called Xiaohe of the medical team to come over, gave a few words, and left.

If you want to see people alive and die to see corpses, this is what Sangou told Xiaohe to do, to treat this Hamada first, not let him die or kill himself, and then take two people and send them to the rear to find the regiment headquarters or division headquarters.

The remaining troops of the third battalion, under the leadership of Sangou, continued to move forward, and with more and more brother troops, they converged into a stream of iron to pursue the Japanese army.

Crossing the official bridge, crossing Xinzhuang, crossing Longtan, and continuing to pursue, until they reached Gao'an, they stopped and repaired on the spot.

The 70th Army and the 49th Army, the Second Advance Column, the Jiangxi Security Column and other troops, which were originally on Gao'an's side, had already pursued all the way to Xishan and Nanchangxi.

By 1 April, the fighting had gradually calmed down, and the troops had returned to their garrisons to repair, and the 3rd Battalion returned to Shanggao City by car, where they found the 51st Division Field Hospital and Yang Muhua, who had been thinking about it for a long time.

After seeing the intact Sangou, Yang Muhua also cried with joy, according to the law of the past, as long as there was such a big battle, Sangou would be injured no matter what, but this time there was no one, it was really good.

Sangou also took his brothers to the hospital, and the injured ones were treated, and at the same time, they also went to visit Xia Chen and Wu Dingli, who were seriously injured, Wang Xinjia was already well, and he died happily when he saw his brothers coming.

Xiaohe reported to Sangou that Hamada bit his tongue and committed suicide on the way, but the body was also sent to the regiment headquarters in time.

I didn't expect this Hamada to be so persistent, Sangou's heart was a little complicated, but now it's more joy, luck and joy for the rest of his life.

During the time of recuperation, everyone received a large number of newspapers and letters of congratulations, and the battle of Shanggao once again aroused the anti-Japanese passion of the whole country, and many cities across the country hung flags to celebrate, and firecrackers resounded in the sky.

Two days later, on April 5th, it happened to be the Qingming Festival, and Sangou took these brothers to Jingshan Mountain, and came to this place where life and death had struggled, and everyone was in a difficult mood.

Grab a handful of good news, when the paper money is burned, brothers on Huangquan Road, you should also be able to receive these good news, take a look, we have won and defeated the little devil.

Grab a handful of scorched earth on the ground, there are a lot of sharp shrapnel in it, and even the bones and slag left by the brothers.

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A few days later, the military merit award of the Military Commission also came, the 74th Army won the Flying Tiger Banner, the highest honor in the middle of the world, and the army commander Wang Yaozu and the deputy commander of the Ninth Theater Luo Zhuoyin won the Order of the Blue Sky and the White Sun together.

The 51st Division of the 74th Army won the first "Army, Navy and Air Martial Arts Certificate", and the 57th Division won the second number.

The 51st Division also composed a military song belonging to its own division:

Listen! The roar of this majestic mountain and river is the cry of the warrior.

See! This boiling blood has laid an immortal martial arts.

The comrades of the 51st Division, standing at the outpost of national liberation, served as the vanguard of the defense of China.

Hair rushed to the crown, blew the trumpet of the charge, set foot on the three islands, and glorified me.

We have an iron will, and we have the unprecedented martial arts of the Republic of China.

Hold your chest up, raise your sword and gun, and don't let the sun rise on Mishima.

The cherry blossoms are blooming in May, and we are shining under the blue sky and white sun, igniting the light of rejuvenation for hundreds of millions of years.

Sing the praises! We have the number one martial arts.

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The third battalion, under the leadership of Sangou Xiucai, sang proud military songs, looking in the direction of Sixi, looking at the direction of those deceased brothers, many people sang loudly, and tears flowed at the same time.

I hope that this resounding song can wake up those brothers who have not woken up for a long time, and I hope that the voice of this living brother can give you a little comfort, we have won, we have won!

One day, our songs will float across the country, over Japan, and our military flags will be planted on Mt. Fuji.

When that time comes, we will invite you, all of you, to come and celebrate our cause and toast your indomitable souls.

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On May 7, the 30th year of the Republic of China, more than 30 days after the battle, on the morning of this day, the memorial meeting of the Battle of Shanggao was held at the Sun Yat-sen Memorial Field in the north of Shanggao City.

Sangou took some brothers, as honor guards, neatly draped, holding steel guns, standing around the memorial meeting, majestically adding a murderous aura to the assembly.

The memorial hall is surrounded by bamboo fences, decorated with blue and white flowers, hung with elegiac couplets, cloth paintings, etc., to introduce the course of the war. In the middle of the gate of the venue hung the four big characters of "Party-State Cadre City".

On both sides of the gate, there is a couplet written by General Luo Zhuoyin: Kill the enemy and become benevolent to ensure that the ugly captives are annihilated, and an altar is set up to commemorate the mighty and famous city of Yonghuai.

There are a large number of couplets and inscriptions in it, the most significant of which is a pair of couplets of the chairman: Bloody War Ji Fenggong, still has a prestige and grass and trees; Qingshan buries the bones of loyalty, and knows that Jingshuang carries the wind and thunder.

Looking at the crowds of people coming to mourn the dead heroes, Sangou silently called out to those dead brothers in his heart, come on, you all come, come together, take a look at us one last time, look at so many people, admiring and mourning for you.

You are all heroes, you are all heroes of China, immortal heroes, no one can never forget you, and someone will always remember you. Fupin Chinese