As Song Haiping threw the reserve First Army into the battlefield for a general offensive, Song Haiping, who no longer had any bargaining chips, had no choice but to wait for the outcome with peace of mind. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the battlefield, Song Haiping could see that the busiest thing was the military doctor and the stretcher team, constantly carrying an injured soldier to the field hospital for surgery after emergency hemostasis and treatment. Shrapnel had to be taken out, wounds had to be stitched up, and fluids had to be given to those who had lost too much blood.

If it weren't for the fact that Japan's hospitals and medical schools had trained many surgeons and trainees over the years, Song Haiping's Volunteer Army would have become a one-time army after this campaign. It is precisely with the support of so many modern medical personnel and various modern antibacterial, anti-inflammatory and hemostatic drugs that Song Haiping has the confidence to fight this battle.

To be honest, if it were not for the purpose of hindering the development of American capitalism, how many niggers and white ghosts Song Haiping would have died in the Civil War would not have felt distressed at all, but Song Haiping could not be like those big heroes in history, for the sake of his own ass, the heads of the Chinese were also regarded as leeks, and cutting stubble after stubble was not distressing at all.

Song Haiping, who had walked for a while, suddenly came back to his senses, because the chorus of "My Motherland" of thousands of people in the military band sounded on the battlefield, and as the sound of the chorus of thousands of people overwhelmed the guns on the battlefield, the hesitation and uneasiness in the volunteer army disappeared, and the hesitation and uneasiness were replaced by decisiveness and firmness.

A small collapse triggered a general collapse of the American army in the North.

Song Haiping picked up the binoculars and looked in the direction of the military band, which was still one of the main battlefields in the morning. Now, from time to time, stray bullets and fragments of artillery shells still take away one or two members of the military band, but there is not a single shout, and the rest are still doing their job - singing about the motherland with their voices and instruments in their hands.

As the lead singer Mr. Mei Qiaoling ended the first song "Singing the Motherland" with a high note that covered the chorus of thousands of people, the military band began the chorus of the second song "Song of the Samurai".

After the war, many people said that the role of the Volunteers military band was the top army on the battlefield. President Davis, who awarded the medal to the Volunteers Military Band, also publicly praised Mr. Mei Qiaoling for the combat effectiveness of the 10 Yankee Divisions, which could be topped wherever he went.

General Sherman was not a man with the power to turn things around, and when the gendarmerie shot deserters to no avail, Sherman had no choice but to retreat.

In the absence of a formed force, the retreat of the Northern Army turned into a rout, and the Volunteers then pursued and killed. Every Yankee wanted to run a little faster than the people around them, so guns, bullets, water bottles, first aid kits, beef jerky, etc. were constantly discarded.

At this time, the horses on the battlefield and the horses of the Northern army's logistics became the objects of contention among the soldiers—four legs were better than two, and almost all American lads could ride horses.

The pursuit continued until 9 May, and according to incomplete statistics, about half of the soldiers of the Northern Army fled the battlefield. For the rest, the Volunteers beheaded 470,000 people of the Northern Army and captured more than 8,000 people. The volunteers themselves suffered 190,000 casualties, of which more than 30,000 were killed and more than 150,000 were wounded. For the first part of the Volunteer Army, which had only more than 300,000 combat soldiers, this was already a big loss of more than half of the casualties, but fortunately, the soldiers were equipped with helmets and cuirasses, and most of the wounded were in the limbs, and with the current medical level of Japanese military doctors, most of the wounded did not need amputation surgery -- the fully armed tin cans moved too slowly, and only some of the soldiers were equipped.

The military observers from the Yugoslav Army did their job faithfully, recording the wounded, meritorious service and sacrifice of the volunteers, in order to determine the number of acres of land that the soldiers finally received.

A second lieutenant staff officer named Smith Johnson summed up the report as follows: "It's hard to imagine a volunteer army from a foreign country fighting to the death against the Yankees twice their size.

Yes, here I see a great battle of shock, in which the Chinese volunteers defeated the lackeys of the capitalists, who were far outnumbered by them, with their own huge casualties. And cutting off the heads of those lackeys as their badges, I don't feel bloody at this moment. Because the day those people choose to be capitalist lackeys and pick up guns against their former compatriots, we are no longer compatriots, but enemies.

Our allies, the Chinese volunteers, are very curious guys, and every time I show up in the barracks since I came ashore, I get a lot of attention, and of course, if a black person shows up in the barracks, I get just as many eyes. I think it's probably because of the color of the skin, and in my opinion, they don't discriminate against a black person, even if the black person is a slave. I asked about it, and they said, "How can there be a farmer who doesn't care for big animals?" It can be seen that they are mainly from the countryside, just like us southerners.

A well-read volunteer officer told me that in China slavery was just a job, but that a king traded five black sheepskins for a war slave from a neighboring country, and made the slave a minister of his own country. I think if the United States had such a story, the slaves would be more honest.

Eventually, as the Volunteers were repairing in São Paulo, I met Mike, a fugitive slave from his former family, and most of his companions who escaped with him had died in the mines, and I took a lot of uncomfortable photos here to send back next time. I think the same thing will happen in other states where there are mining companies, and we should expose these after the reconquest of the North, so that the black slaves know the purpose of the Yankees to abolish slavery. ”

Smith Johnson's meeting with his fugitive slave Mike was not an accident, because the guards of the factories and mines were all part of the Northern Army, so Mike had a chance to escape from the heavily guarded iron mines - although in theory Mike was free in the North, but since he was a capitalist there was always a way to make you not free.

When the fugitive Mike saw Smith Johnson, the former master, he did not want to escape, but ran to Smith Johnson and lay down and kissed the shoes of Second Lieutenant Smith Johnson. Then he cried out with emotion: "I have finally seen you, my master, and I thought I was going to die here." People are dying here every day. ”

Smith Johnson: "Okay Mike, how are they?" George, Frank them. ”

Mike: "George died, and the first month after coming to the mine, the gas exploded and George died inside. Frank also died, and after George's death, Frank tried to run and was shot dead by the mine owner's guards, and the body hung for seven days before being buried. I only escaped in the past few days, and if it weren't for the fact that the guards in the mine had gone to join the army, we wouldn't have had a chance to escape. ”

Smith Johnson: "Why are you all going to work in the mines, where is it dangerous?" ”

Mike, who began to remember the killing, thought and said, "That night, it was Harriet Tubman's woman who escaped with us. ”

Smith Johnson: "I knew that night, that night the dog barked, and I thought about what might happen, but I didn't want to pick up a gun and go after you, we grew up together, and I didn't want to see you guys hanging from a tree." ”

Mike: "Along the way, we ran at night, slept during the day, there were food reserves in many places, and there were people who picked us up in horse-drawn carriages, and then we started to get on the train when we got out of the slave state, and then everyone was very excited and free. Who knew that this was just the beginning of the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

In Pittsburgh, Harriet Tubman took us to a hotel, and on the third day, Harriet Tubman went to free the slaves and let us stay here for the time being.

Half a month later, the innkeeper came to them with our bill for room and board and asked us to pay the bill. You know, we don't have the money, but we want to return it through work. But the innkeeper refused, and if we didn't pay back the money immediately, he would use the law to protect his interests.

Then, my current boss showed up with the judge and the police, and we were sentenced to work at the mine where we are now bosses because we didn't pay our debts. Until we pay off the debts and interest that our boss has paid us.

At the mine, we asked other people, and they almost all came to work in the mine in this way, and it took about three years to pay off their debts and interest, but the workers who worked here only lived for an average of three months. There is an abandoned open-pit near the mine, where at least 50,000 black people without families are buried, and many more whose bodies cannot be found because of the collapse and explosion, so they are not buried at all. ”

Smith Johnson immediately found himself in the big news, the kind that would definitely give the Northern government a punch, but unfortunately it wasn't before the war: "Mike, do you remember where that open pit is?" ”

Mike: "I remember that Frank was buried there, and he didn't even have the simplest coffin. ”