The efficiency of little Japan's work is not insignificant, and on the night of Seishiro Itagaki's order, the information had been sent back, and at the same time, a piece of news that made him very sad was also transmitted.

More than 500 people from the 3rd Brigade of the 21st Wing of the 21st Brigade of the Japanese Army were blocked by the new 1st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army in the vicinity of Guangou Village.

Itagaki Seishiro's hands clenched into fists, his nails embedded in the flesh and unaware of it, a kind of anger erupted from his heart.

Because no one knows that the other identity of the captain of the third brigade is his nephew of Seishiro Itagaki.

"Nephew, don't worry, such a blood feud, uncle must personally avenge you!" Itagaki Seishiro swore silently, and when he looked up again, an extremely dangerous aura flashed in his eyes.

"I want all the information about the commander of the new regiment of the Eighth Route Army."

The intelligence officer sorted out the intelligence book, opened it, and announced: "The commander of the new regiment, name: Han Xin, gender: male, age: about 20, education: unknown, enlisted in the army during the Red Army's Long March, military age: nearly one year, personality: unknown, combat style: unknown...... Unknown. ”

"Yaga!" Seishiro Itagaki slammed the teacup in his hand to the ground, and the teacup was shattered and splashed all over the intelligence officer, and the intelligence officer bowed his head in horror, "Hai! ”

"What did you do with your intelligence? Can't even figure out the situation of an eight-way regiment leader? ”

"Report to the general, the division and regimental intelligence network only investigates the commanders of the enemy's divisions and above, and the commander of this new regiment has fought too few times with our army and has a low position, so he cannot be found."

"Enough, give me special care of this Han Xin and figure out all his information!" Seishiro Itagaki said uncommittedly.

"Hail"

……

In the Battle of Pingxingguan, the Eighth Route Army played a majestic and famous role, annihilating more than 1,500 Japanese troops, destroying more than 100 automobiles and more than 200 carriages, capturing more than 1,000 rifles, more than 40 light and heavy machine guns, one Type 92 infantry gun, and one artillery......

In the afternoon of the next day, the 115th Division's special telephone squad rang incessantly, and the chief of staff had a headache just by answering the phone.

First of all, the commander of the 33rd Army personally called, and the greetings naturally did not decrease, which roughly means: Your combat strength is strong, and the Battle of Pingxingguan has played the prestige of the Eighth Route Army, annihilating 1,000 Japanese troops, and achieving major victories.

is coming, and finally pulled out the topic: the strength of the new regiment is really rare, and the regiment commander Han Xin must be a talent, and ask the 115th Division to commend him on his behalf.

This was followed by a phone call from the commander of the 17th Army, which had roughly the same meaning as the 33rd Army, and finally expressed praise for Han Xin.

The chief of staff sighed in his heart, and thought that this was the end of the time, but no one could have expected that Yan Xishan, the "soil emperor" of Shanxi and the commander-in-chief of the second theater, who was far away from the headquarters of the Second Theater, actually called:

Capable people, naturally it is more wordy, and he talked nonsense, and finally got to the point, first, he wanted to commend Han Xin and give him a reward of 5,000 yuan, and then implicitly said that he had time to let Han Xin go to the General Headquarters, Yan Xishan wanted to meet a hero like Han Xin in person.

"Hehe" After so many years of officialdom experience, the chief of staff has long been an old fox, and he can see Yan Xishan's purpose at a glance, but he is afraid that he is here to dig the foot of the wall, and he promises to reuse it with heavy profits and win people's hearts! The chairman of the committee has done this kind of thing, not to mention him Yan Laoxi.

However, the chief of staff soon didn't want to do this, now that he knew Yan Xishan's purpose, even if he didn't know what the temperament of Han Xin, the commander of the new regiment, was, but now that he was fighting every day, who would have time to go to your almost idle command headquarters?

Any reason can be made, and he can be dragged for three years and five years, and then he will ...... Hehe.

After that, even Zhu De, the commander of the Eighth Route Army, was alarmed, and he personally called to inquire about the new regiment and Han Xin.

In the end, he said: Although the new regiment was a bandit before, they joined our army for the sake of the revolution, and they were all good comrades of the revolution, and they absolutely could not always look at others from the previous eyes, and took more care of them in ordinary times.

Put down the phone, there is finally no noise, the chief of staff stretched lazily, no way, who taught the callers are big leaders!

But in his heart, the chief of staff also became more and more emotional, this is really famous in one fell swoop.

……

The atmosphere at the moment is not as crazy as the outside world, it is quiet, and the remains of more than 100 brothers who died have been brought back by everyone.

The tombs are simple, the stone tablets are limited, some brothers' tombs are simply replaced by wooden boards, and some even have no wooden tablets, just a handful of loess, a few leaves of withered willows, and they chatted hastily.

Leading everyone, Han Xin stood at the front, using a mourning method that some soldiers had never seen, taking off the general's hat, putting it flat on his right hand, and then bowing and bowing his head in silence.

The soldiers followed Han Xin to mourn, and soon, a sad atmosphere spread to everyone, some men with slightly weaker temperaments silently shed tears, obviously, there were their brothers or relatives lying here.

In remembrance and mourning, Han Xin faced these tombstones and said heavily: "Brothers, we won this battle!" ”

"But victory always comes at a price, as if you who were still laughing in front of my eyes yesterday have been lying here quietly at the moment, is this the price of victory?"

"No, if such a price must be paid in exchange for victory, I would rather not have this victory that cost your lives...... However, this is a war, a war that we cannot accept, a war in which others want to encroach on our great mountains and rivers and persecute thousands of my compatriots? ”

"We have no choice but to face this bleak life and face this dripping blood!"

"You are all good, you are all heroes of the Chinese nation, you are gone, but you will live in the hearts of thousands of people, just ask, who can? Who would dare to forget you? Your sacrifice always has a meaning. ”

"Maybe one day, I will lie here too, and then our brothers can be reunited, drink together, eat meat together, I only hope that there will be no more wars there......"

Han Xin never thought that he was a person who talked a lot, but at this moment in the face of these deceased comrades-in-arms, he felt that he had too many words, even if he said it concisely, it was difficult to say it roughly.

Han Xin's eyes began to redden, but his resolute character would never allow him to shed tears, he silently saw off these brothers, and his sad back was like an old pine on a cliff at this moment.

Loneliness, and vicissitudes, he really hopes that there will be no war in this world, this world is full of peace, even if Han Xin has no place to play.

"Commander......"

Wu Gang choked up, holding his sleeves and wiping them constantly, although the bandits have a bad temperament, but the righteousness in their bones makes them really regard these robes as their relatives, and when their relatives die, even the men who are beaten by iron will shed tears.

Han Xin came back to his senses from the heaviness, he knew that the brothers were gone, but the battle that belonged to the living people would continue.

Even if he doesn't say anything, this grief will fade over time, and it will surely be transformed into a stronger faith and confidence in victory.

The mourning soldiers will win, justice is invincible, and the aggressor is always the ultimate loser.

(To be continued)