On August 24, 1937, Buddha dawned. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the thick smoke, the sun had just peeked out of the sky, shooting at the earth with a blood-colored light, illuminating the ruined earth.

From the horizon, the unobstructed landscape was littered with craters, broken flags, and the remains of fallen soldiers.

A few soldiers in rag uniforms rummaged through the battlefield, stopping and stopping, turning over one or two corpses from time to time, feeling their pockets, and then moving on to the next.

The wildfire, which had not yet burned out, was still swaying tenaciously in the breeze after releasing the energy of the whole night, as if to bring a trace of warmth to a cold corpse.

A large flock of crows kept circling in the air, black and oppressive, constantly jumping up and down, and from time to time there were bursts of desolate cries.

Overlooking the earth from the sky, from the coastline to the edge of Shanghai, thick black smoke, burning unknown objects, chaotic craters and corpses everywhere, belonging to the Kuomintang soldiers and Japanese.

The Battle of Songhu has been fought for more than 10 days, and the Kuomintang army, which originally had the upper hand, has faintly shown signs of defeat.

The Kuomintang army, which seized the opportunity, with the support of Japanese aircraft, artillery and warships, began to suffer mass casualties, and troops continued to come to support them, and then they came in, sometimes a corps, a division, sometimes a regiment, a company, and a total of hundreds of thousands of people.

The front line is like a magic cave that will never be filled, opening its bloody mouth and devouring the lives of young soldiers in an orderly manner.

Japanese reinforcements also rushed over from all directions, and the Japanese 3rd and 11th Divisions had already landed yesterday in Lion Grove, Chuanshakou.

The Japanese warship guns poured a large number of shells on the sea, 155mm, 265mm, and occasionally more than 300mm battleship guns, and the whole formation eliminated the garrison of the National Revolutionary Army.

Yesterday at noon, with the support of Japan's lifeless artillery fire, the Lion Forest, Chuanshakou, Luodian and other strategic points were finally lost, and Shanghai was like a naked girl, opening her legs to the Japanese.

From time to time, a shrill roar sounded in the sky, and before long there was a muffled explosion. The veterans all knew that it was the Japanese naval guns that were firing again, and they had been fighting all night, constantly destroying the nerves of the front-line soldiers.

There was a low buzz in the sky, and two planes painted with the ugly Japanese flag emerged from the clouds.

The sun came out, bringing not infinite vitality, but Japanese fighters who couldn't wait to show off their might, and the ensuing bombing, strafing and death.

The soldiers, who had woken up from their sleep, shouted loudly, reminding their comrades that the Japanese planes were coming, and they were about to take refuge in the trenches.

Many soldiers raised their heads and shouted frantically at the Japanese soldiers above their heads, drew bayonets, broadswords and stones, and tried in vain to use primitive tools to knock down the Japanese planes from the sky.

The Japanese planes flew over their heads from low altitude like children, and the machine guns fired wildly at the crazy Kuomintang soldiers on the ground, and then pulled the planes up and disappeared into the sky, leaving behind a few corpses and endless rage.

A few soldiers at the rear of the position struggled to carry a few large barrels, and walked cautiously all the way, the soldiers immediately surrounded them, no one cared about the two Japanese planes in the sky, they were already gone, they were just reconnaissance planes, as long as it was not the bombers, they could not cause too much damage to them, even if there were, they could bear it, they were used to numbness, and death was happening at any time.

Mixed in the crowd, Li Tiezhu squeezed forward with great effort, but unfortunately although he was called Tiezhu, he was very thin, like many Chinese in this era, thin only bones.

Today's breakfast is different from yesterday's, with meat oil, meat, and white noodles.

Tie Zhu carried a bowl of steaming egg soup, if a soup with only a few shredded eggs could be called egg soup, it was indeed egg soup, holding two steamed buns and a steamed bun in his hand.

The soldiers were so excited, they had forgotten the last time they had eaten meat, a month ago? Or two months?

The buns are meat buns, two per person, and whoever grabs more is entertained by the big iron spoon of the cooking class next to them, but there are still people who try to take a few more from under their noses.

Zhao Tiezhu silently squatted in the trench on the side and ate breakfast, tears slowly flowing from his eyes.

It's not because the buns are delicious, but he knows that there is going to be a war, this meal is a severed head meal, and when he is full, he will go to the battlefield.

Zhao Tiezhu, a native of Dabie Mountain, was originally a farmer, with no children, no daughters, no father and no mother, his mother died when he gave birth to him, and his father also had a serious illness a few years ago and died.

At the end of last year, the hometown suffered a military disaster, in order to survive, I could only follow a few young people in the village, bring the only remaining rations, and come out to escape the famine, but this world is not peaceful, there are wars everywhere, and there are people fleeing the famine.

Passing by Xuzhou City, Zhao Tiezhu, who had not eaten for two days, took the initiative to join the army when he heard that he was in charge of food.

After the hastily training of the recruits was completed, he only learned how to shoot a gun and was sent to the company.

Now he is an ordinary soldier in the first company, second platoon, first squad of the second battalion of the 33rd brigade of the 66th brigade of the 11th division of the National Revolutionary Army, brigade commander Ye Peigao, and regiment commander Hu Lian.

Tie Zhu knew that there was going to be a war, because it could be seen from today's food that this was a severed head meal, and he would not be a starving ghost after a full meal.

"Iron Pillar, what do you want?" Wang Shunyu held a bun in his mouth and hugged his chest tightly, as if there was some treasure in it, for fear of being discovered by others, he sneaked to his side.

Wang Shunyu and Zhao Tiezhu are fellow villagers, and they are also from Dabie Mountain, they became soldiers a year earlier than Tiezhu, and they are considered veterans, and from the first day he entered the army, he took good care of Zhao Tiezhu, and he could get some strange things for him if he had anything to do.

"Here, hurry up and eat it while it's hot, there are only two people who are enough to stuff your teeth, and I'll get you two more."

Shun took out two buns from his arms and stuffed them directly to Zhao Tiezhu, who obviously still had stock in his arms.

"Thank you, Brother Shunyo."

Shun Yu touched Tiezhu's head: "Our fellow villagers, thank you, hurry up and eat, don't be killed by those gangs."

"Well, got it, Brother Shunyu."

The iron pillar bar was gnawing on the buns, and took out a cigarette gun from his waist, knocked it on the stone next to it, looked carefully at the bucket, and found that there was still some cigarette ash, and then plucked it with his hand, and finally blew it twice with his mouth, which was satisfied.

Twisted a small handful of tobacco from the cloth bag tied around his waist, stuffed it into the pipe, pressed it vigorously with his thumb, and felt tight, so he let go of his fingers, took out a box of foreign fire, took out one, and with a strong stroke, a smell of burning white phosphorus was scattered.

With a cigarette stick in his mouth, he carefully guarded the flame, crooked his pipe, and slowly lit the tobacco.

took a hard puff of his cigarette, raised his head smoothly, and looked at Tiezhu: "Tiezhu, when you go to the battlefield, don't be afraid, don't rush too fast, follow behind my brother, don't worry, the bullets are hiding from my brother, there is a brother, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Tie Zhu stopped gobbling up, stuffed food in his mouth, and was vague: "What's the matter, say Sixth Brother, I don't climb, Cong Xiao said that the list is big." (What's the matter, Brother Shunyu, I'm not afraid, my father has said that I am bold since I was a child)"

After speaking, Tie Zhu lowered his head again and ate the buns desperately, not speaking, his hands trembled a little, a bun slipped from his hand, and he quickly picked it up from the ground, and the remaining two buns in his hand fell down together.

Shunyo looked at the iron pillar and didn't speak again, just patted his shoulder vigorously, looking ahead, not knowing what to think.

The life of going to the battlefield is God's, when he wants to take it, then when he wants to take it, then take it away, you can't hide, this is life.