Chapter 187 Bamboo carving

"Stop, password~"

Two sentinels sprang out of the darkness, barely being sudden.

Lu Wenqing almost couldn't hold back, thinking that he didn't go forward to reconnoiter on his own position, and almost had a big accident.

"White Fox~"

The two sentinels disappeared again.

"The sentry posts of these two hundred divisions are also quite hidden."

Lu Wenqing almost didn't find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Okay, I don't have anything on my position, but I have to pay attention to it later."

Regarding his own life, Zhang Ziwen is quite fancy.

Because there are still thousands of brothers to take care of, if they die, it is estimated that the supplementary group will become a veritable supplementary group.

After walking two or three hundred meters, I saw a few fires.

At this time of day, they should be celebrating.

"Let's go, this should be our banquet."

Because it was dark, no one paid attention to Zhang Ziwen and Lu Wenqing.

Lu Wenqing found a position close to the fire, and Zhang Ziwen sat down with a big grin.

It's a veteran bragging, and the young lads listen to it with relish.

Back then, the old pole was like this veteran, telling meat jokes in the abandoned house by the city wall of Nanjing.

"Does Gubeikou know?"

In order to make it more real, the veteran also asked first.

"I don't know, I'll tell you about it first.

At that time, the Japanese first occupied the northeast, and then went south to Rehe.

The Northeast Army of Dog Day threw Shanhaiguan directly, and the Japanese army pounced directly on the Great Wall.

At that time, I followed the division commander in the 17th Route Army, and at that time we were more than 1,800 miles away from Gubeikou.

There was an order on paper, and without saying a word, our 17th Route Army went directly north.

In just seven days, we marched 1,800 miles on train.

At that time, Lao Tzu was dizzy when he sat in the car.

When I arrived in Beiping, I didn't see what Beiping City looked like, and the division commander gave an order.

We rushed directly to Gubeikou, and it was a rapid march of hundreds of miles.

The division commander was the commander of the 145th Regiment at that time, so we naturally stood in the way.

As soon as we blocked the Gubei Pass, it was blocked for seven whole days, and if it weren't for the Northeast Army's lack of courage, our 145th Regiment would have been able to block it for another 70 days. ”

Lu Wenqing was a little unconvinced, Zhang Ziwen also told him about Gubeikou, the Japanese army is a standing eighth division, and its combat effectiveness is comparable to that of the fifth division.

"Bragging~"

Lu Wenqing didn't say it out loud, but just whispered his dissatisfaction.

Zhang Ziwen motioned for him not to make a sound.

"The Northeast Army of the dog day is not angry, and the Japanese directly fought against each other, so our 145th Regiment was directly attacked by the Japanese army on both sides.

The Japanese planes are like hens at home, laying eggs in the sky.

The head of the regiment said a word, and I felt particularly imposing. ”

Usually at this point, someone needs to come out and ask.

But Zhang Ziwen saw that the veteran was looking for a cigarette to smoke, so he threw a pack of cigarettes out.

The veteran's eyes were not those small soldiers, and he could see at once that Zhang Ziwen was a big official.

was about to stand up and salute, Zhang Ziwen pressed him down with a gesture.

I lit a cigarette before continuing.

"Those who offend my Chinese will be punished even if they are far away.

Does it feel something is wrong?

The regiment commander also said the second half of the sentence, Wei Guoer, fight to the death.

Relying on these words, our 145th Regiment resisted the three large-scale attacks of the 8th Division. However, we were outnumbered, and in the end, Master Guan and his brothers rescued us from Kunlun Pass.

Among them, I have to say that the division commander still regrets it.

At that time, the situation was urgent, and a sergeant post did not receive the order to retreat, and the seven brothers with a light machine gun were still stationed on a hill in Panlong Ridge, blocking the only way for the Japanese army to advance.

The devil repeatedly attacked with a force of several hundred men, and each time he was repulsed by these seven brothers. The devils suffered dozens of casualties, while seven brothers stood majestically.

Annoyed and angry, the devils used planes and artillery to bombard them repeatedly.

The small hill was almost flattened, and the position became a sea of fire, but the seven brothers clung to their machine guns and did not take a step back until they were all killed. ”

The veteran was in tears as he spoke.

The brothers present also bowed their heads.

"Then we fought with the Japanese army at Nantianmen, fighting all the way, and my 145th Regiment finally had a few hundred people left.

The division commander hugged the youngest brother and lost his voice in pain.

But so what, my 145th regiment, my 200th division, it's not the same as ............ iron"

Zhang Ziwen kind of guessed why this guy is talking so much.

Dai Anlan's old subordinates wanted to take advantage of this battle to capture the hearts of the recruits who had been replenished.

Enhance the cohesion and combat effectiveness of the troops.

It's also to cheer you up, because the battle isn't over yet.

Zhang Ziwen didn't pay attention to the veteran's words, and looked at the others.

Most people were listening to the veterans talk about the past, and some of the same qualified veterans were roasting the fire closest to the fire.

Some people are even asleep.

After a lap, Zhang Ziwen found that a young man next to him was carving something.

It's rare to have different people, and different people are often more noticeable.

There are two extremes of this, either good or bad, and if it is average, it will not be noticeable.

"Brother, why didn't you listen to the veteran?"

The young man raised his head, and his dark skin represented his long exposure to the sun.

"It's not that I don't listen, but I'm afraid I won't remember."

The young man didn't seem to have any fear of Zhang Ziwen's military rank, and said calmly.

Then continue to engrave.

Zhang Ziwen thinks that this person has still read books, but it seems a little stupid.

"You can't remember, shouldn't you listen to it more?"

Young people are a little annoyed, they are doing things by themselves, can't they see?

"Didn't I say it, I'm going to carve it."

Is he really a fool?

"How can you carve so many words, your bamboo tube is so small."

The young man felt that this young man was such a fool.

"First of all, this is not a bamboo tube, it is a kettle.

Second, if you can't engrave more, won't you engrave less? ”

Lu Wenqing just laughed, and was directly slapped dumb by Zhang Ziwen.

"Then what are you carved?"

The young man bowed his head and said:

"There are two more words engraved, and I will show you them when they are engraved."

The head of the replenishment regiment had to wait quietly.

It was a very cold day, and I watched the brothers in single clothes listen intently to the story.

I thought of the girl who told the story in the 103rd Division station in Huangpi, Hubei.

It's a pity that now she has reached the other side of the ocean, about five or six thousand miles away.

Zhang Ziwen thought so.

"Alas, I'll show you, and I'll see it after reading it."

The young man stabbed Zhang Ziwen unceremoniously.

Zhang Ziwen took the bamboo tube and borrowed the firelight.

Zhang Ziwen couldn't believe that a small soldier had such great ambitions.

The bamboo tube is engraved with such words.

One day, I'm going to plant the Blue Sky and White Sun Flag on Mt. Fuji.

Simple and simple, but it reveals the heart of a teenager.

Yes, what could be more effective than going to Japan to avenge the death of our compatriots.

Zhang Ziwen handed the bamboo tube to the swarthy young man and patted him on the shoulder.