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"But...... I'm still a little reluctant. Liao Peng opened his mouth for a long time and didn't know what to say, and finally could only complain and reluctantly agreed.

Liao Peng also knew that Fu Zhiyong was telling the truth, but he was really a little reluctant in his heart, a weapon with excellent performance is undoubtedly crucial for soldiers, and it can even save soldiers' lives at critical moments.

"If the gun is gone, we can capture it again in the future, but if the soldiers fight Lao Tzu, I will shoot you first, there are no soldiers, is it useful to give you more weapons and ammunition! Human life is the most important, and human life is the most valuable. Fu Zhiyong's voice raised twice, and he reprimanded Liao Peng seriously.

"Yes, Commander, I'll take someone to do it right away." Liao Peng was speechless when he was reprimanded by Fu Zhiyong, and quickly replied and beckoned a few soldiers to collect the Type 38 rifles that had been issued.

"Remember, the gun can be replaced, but the bullets are not given a single shot, all of them are left for Chen San and them." Fu Zhiyong looked at Liao Peng, who had already led people to the gate, and suddenly remembered something, and immediately shouted and added.

"Got it, Captain." Liao Peng didn't stop at his feet, didn't look back, agreed without looking back, and walked out quickly.

At about 1 o'clock in the afternoon of July 7, 1938, more than 1,000 people under the command of Fu Zhiyong gave up a large amount of heavy materials and marched lightly in the direction of Jiujiang, making every effort to help the guards stationed in Jiujiang.

On the south bank of the Yangtze River, on July 4, 1938, after the Japanese Botian detachment captured Madang, Pengze, and Hukou, Jiujiang, Jiangxi lost its outer barrier and was directly exposed to the Japanese army's attack route......

Two days later......, on July 9, 1938, Fu Zhiyong's headquarters finally rushed into Jiujiang City before the Japanese army surrounded Jiujiang on three sides.

Due to the non-stop overnight rush of troops in the past two days, after arriving in Jiujiang, the entire army was almost exhausted, and the soldiers' feet were swollen and they were light-headed when they walked, although Fu Zhiyong and Liao Peng and others were much better, but they were also dizzy, and they vomited three or four times along the way, and their mental and physical strength were almost on the verge of collapse.

"I am the commander of the new 1st Regiment of the 126th Division of the 28th Group Army of the Sichuan Army in the Third War Zone, who is your highest commander here? I want to see him. As soon as Fu Zhiyong entered the city gate, he grabbed a soldier who was already stunned and gasped and asked.

"I ...... Our highest commander here is Li Jue, commander of the 70th Army, and our 61st Division is responsible for the defense of the southern side, and our division commander is Chen Jiongming. The soldier wanted to break free of Fu Zhiyong's hand, but when he met Fu Zhiyong's eyes, he didn't dare to resist anymore, and explained honestly.

"You take me to Commander Li immediately, ...... quickly," Fu Zhiyong let go of the hand that was holding the soldier and ordered him directly.

"Yes...... Yes, sir. The soldier nodded in agreement, and with that, he put on his rifle and walked out into the city.

"Liao Peng! Let the brethren rest in place; Chen San! Come with me......" Fu Zhiyong turned around and greeted Liao Peng and Chen San, and then immediately chased after the soldier who led the way......

Fu Zhiyong was not directly sent to the outer position to fight immediately after seeing the commander of the 70th Army, but was left in the city to rest temporarily, and in the next three days, Fu Zhiyong and they have been on standby in Jiujiang City, listening to the sound of guns and cannons outside the city, but they can't go up to do a fight, Fu Zhiyong and their hearts are a little impatient.

"Commander, we've been waiting for three days, whether to let us go up! We are here to fight devils, not to listen to the sound of firecrackers for the New Year. Zhang Dali was shirtless and munched on steamed buns, while complaining to Fu Zhiyong, who was sitting at the table in the distance and studying the situation of friend and foe.

"You give me a pause, we're all here, will there be no fight for you to fight! We don't need it now, but sooner or later we're all going to go up, what are you anxious about! Fu Zhiyong angrily threw away the pen in his hand and said to Zhang Dali.

"It's always said that there is no hurry...... But my brothers have been complaining to me all day, and I am afraid I will not be able to hold back any longer. Zhang Dali threw the remaining small piece of steamed bun into his mouth as soon as he raised his head, swallowed it in three or two strokes, and then patted his stomach to deal with Zhiyong and continued.

"Can't hold it down? You can't hold one down and show it to me, if one of your subordinates dares to jump out and make trouble, I will be the first to shoot you, believe it or not! Fu Zhiyong stood up and pointed at Zhang Dali and reprimanded.

"......" Zhang Dali saw that Fu Zhiyong was actually angry, and immediately shrank his neck and stopped making a sound.

"Did you hear He Xue's girl say that she was a little anxious to ask for credit for Zhang Weidong and their killing of the devil artillery unit?" Fu Zhiyong felt amused when he looked at Zhang Dali's look of not daring to say anything, and then walked over and asked with a smile.

"Of course you are not in a hurry, in your eyes, the meritorious service of our unit is not the same, but can we be the same as those of the junior officers, how can the soldiers under my command be balanced, we have the most dead people, and we can only watch from the side when we ask for merit and reward, how can I explain to those dead brothers, the big guys, don't they all live for a breath, and now they have another chance, but they don't let me go up, I ...... Ay. Zhang Dali stood up with a snort, watching Fu Zhiyong slap his scarred chest even more, obviously he was very excited.

"Sit down!" Fu Zhiyong didn't care about Zhang Dali's loud shouting, and reached out to press him on the shoulder and pressed it on the stool again.

"Vigorously, I ask you, what are we?" Fu Zhiyong took a deep breath and sat next to Zhang Dali, asked with his head sideways.

"O soldiers! Does this need to be asked? Zhang Dali was stunned for a moment when he heard Fu Zhiyong's words, looked down at the grass green military pants he was wearing, and replied directly without thinking.

"Yes, we are all soldiers, and our duty is not to kill the enemy, nor to get medals, but to make the country stable and the people can live a solid life, you have forgotten your roots." Fu Zhiyong nodded, and after finishing speaking, he patted Zhang Dali's shoulder.

"Commander, I will never forget this point, but ...... Hey, I'm not going to talk about it, it's upsetting. Zhang Dali just wanted to defend a few more sentences, but then he slapped his thigh and swallowed back what he was about to say.

"You haven't forgotten, and I haven't forgotten either......" Fu Zhiyong closed his eyes and rubbed his face vigorously, so that he could relieve himself and not let his thoughts sink deeper.

"Commander, what do you mean by that?" Zhang Dali looked at Fu Zhiyong, who was covering his face, and asked puzzled.

"Vigorously, do you remember how many brothers we died? Whether it is the old brothers in the past or the Sichuan brothers who were born and died with us later. Fu Zhiyong put down his hands and looked at Zhang Dali and asked.

"This ...... I don't remember, many people have forgotten what they looked like, let alone the name, his grandmother's. Zhang Dali said with a moment of annoyance.

"What kind of medals do you think these dead brethren should give? And how much credit can be given back their lives? You haven't thought about it, all you think about is how to kill the enemy and get medals, but these are all filled in by the brothers with their lives, and those of us who are officers have to think not only about the living, but also about the dead, and how to make the brothers live well. Fu Zhiyong sighed and said earnestly.

"......" Zhang Dali immediately fell silent for a while, just sat there stunned and didn't say a word, Fu Zhiyong's words touched him a lot.

"You think about it slowly, I'll inspect the troops......" Fu Zhiyong saw that Zhang Dali fell into silence, threw down a sentence, stood up and walked out into the night sky outside the door......

"Salute!"

"Well, are the brethren resting?" Fu Zhiyong walked outside a temporary barracks and asked the sentry standing guard at the door with a military salute.

"Well, they're all lying down, and they're still making noise in the house just now, hehe......" The sentry reported with a smile to Fu Zhiyong.

Now these soldiers are not as afraid of Fu Zhiyong as they were at the beginning, and a big battle has made them close comrades-in-arms, not brothers but better than brothers.

"Well, let the brothers have a good rest, maybe there will be a big battle at any time, and then even if you want to sleep, you won't have a chance to sleep." Fu Zhiyong smiled and patted the soldier's shoulder a few times and said.

"Well, don't worry, Captain, there will be no ambiguity in the brothers fighting with you." The sentry nodded vigorously.

"Good, be on guard." Fu Zhiyong nodded with satisfaction and walked out, ready to go to the next courtyard to have a look.

"Commander, why did you come out to patrol the night in person?" Just when Fu Zhiyong had just walked a few steps, Liao Peng walked out of the courtyard next to him, and happened to meet Fu Zhiyong.

"I can't sleep, I just heard that the brothers are a little impatient, and I can't put it down, so I came out to take a look." Fu Zhiyong stopped and replied with a smile to Liao Peng.

"Commander, don't worry, there will be no accident with a few of us staring at it, just talk to you casually, his subordinates are the most obedient now, Zhao Hu and Zhang Weidong's emotions are great, but they have been suppressed, it's okay." Liao Peng shook his head with a wry smile and said.

"Well, it's good that there is no chaos, I just met you, come and walk with me." Fu Zhiyong nodded and said, and then walked forward without waiting for Liao Peng's answer.

"How's the battle going?" Fu Zhiyong asked Liao Peng, who was following him, as he walked forward.

"The 11th and 15th Divisions of Gutang suffered a lot of casualties, and the Japanese ships and marines were very strong in combat, and now they have retreated to Qijia Town for rest, and Gu Jiaqi's 128th Division is on top of Gutang, and the 118th Division is a reserve for them; There are two divisions 53 and 60 in the direction of Zhaojiayan, and the 167th division withdrew this morning to rest, it is said that the casualties have been more than half, and the deputy division commander was killed in battle; There was no Japanese infantry landing in the Xunyang direction on the north side for the time being, but the artillery fire was very fierce, the 77th Division and the 16th Division had been transferred back to defend in the city, and the reserves maneuvering outside the city were only part of the 26th Division and the 49th Army. Liao Peng sorted out what he learned and reported it to Fu Zhiyong.

This book was first published in Reading Books