Guan Yilan has been holding Xie Yi to the death, refusing to let go. After a long while, Xie Yi got rid of Guan Yilan, with a trace of bitterness on his face, and sighed softly:

"I am a soldier, I will die on the battlefield sooner or later, between me and you, everything is over."

When he said this, he was calm, even a little cold, and such a tone that Goofy had never heard before.

Guan Yilan shook her head stubbornly: "You're here, I'm here; You die, I die! I've been looking for you for three years, and when I finally find you, I'll never leave you again! ”

"Girl." Gao Fei hesitated: "Can you avoid it first, I, I'll talk to Xie Dongliu alone?" ”

Guan Yilan hesitated for a long time, then looked at Xie Yi reluctantly, and then walked into the distance and sat down, but her eyes were still staring at here.

"What's going on?" Gao Fei picked up the photo and handed it to Xie Yi.

Xie Yi looked at the photo in a daze, and after a while, sighed: "This person is me." Me three years ago. ”

Gao Fei didn't seem to believe anything, and compared the photo with Xie Yi. The man in the photograph is young and handsome, high-spirited, at most twenty-four or five-year-old; But Xie Yi in front of him was a foolish man, cynical, and a pure liar. And according to Xie Yi himself, he is already thirty-three years old.

"I used to be from Fudan University." Xie Yi lit a cigarette and glanced at Guan Yilan: "She's sir, needless to say, you also know what her relationship is with me." But then forget it, sir, I really don't want to talk about those things in the past. In short, I later put pen to paper, became a soldier, and became a liar."

Speaking of this, Xie Yi laughed self-deprecatingly: "Liar, a liar in the army." Sir, I'm actually only twenty-five years old this year, but in three years, I've experienced enough things to turn a twenty-five-year-old young man into what I am now. Sir, I just beg you not to ask any more questions, please, please send her back We are all going to die sooner or later, and I don't want to drag her down any longer."

Goofy nodded silently.

He didn't want to ask what happened to Xie Yi before to make him like this, and there were always some stories that people didn't want to tell.

Sending Guan Yilan back, although it seems a little cruel, but compared to the more cruel things in the future, this may be the best choice.

Just like Xie Yi said, these brothers of his will die sooner or later. No one knows how many people will survive after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.

Love on the battlefield may seem romantic, but in fact it is the real cruelty

Guan Yilan was almost forcibly sent back, but when Guan Yilan had no choice but to leave, she stared at Xie Yi, and then said slowly:

"I know where you are now, and I'll never leave you again!"

Xie Yi's whole person seemed to have changed, and he became silent all of a sudden

On December 4, 1937, the Battle of Nanjing officially began!

The 301st Regiment on the first line of Chunhua Town began to engage the main force of the attacking army on 4 December, and by the afternoon of 5 December, the enemy in front of Chunhua Town had increased to more than 2,000 people, with more than 10 artillery pieces, and planes were dispatched to bomb it.

The battle in Chunhua Town ended with Ji Hongru, the commander of the 301st Regiment, who was seriously wounded, being carried off the position, and three-quarters of the 12 company commanders in the regiment were either killed or wounded, and more than 1,400 officers and men of the regiment were killed or wounded, and the 301st Regiment was almost completely annihilated. In the early morning of December 8, Chunhua Town was lost.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Yaowu had no choice but to shrink the front of the 51st Division back, and the army took advantage of the situation to launch a pursuit, attempting to annihilate the retreating 51st Division in one fell swoop.

Wang Yaowu planned to withdraw the main force of the division from the second line of positions and move to the airfield outside Guanghua Gate to continue the resistance.

A phone call was made to the regimental headquarters of the 305th Regiment, and Wang Yaowu's thick Shandong accent sounded on the phone: "Lingfu, the 305th Regiment is advancing to the front line of Guantou and Shangfang Town in the rear of Chunhua Town, and the main force of the covering division is transferred!" ”

Another hard-fought blocking guard role. Zhang Lingfu did not complain, put down the phone, he handed over the defense to the 87th Division of the friendly neighbor, left the Gaoqiaomen, which had been held for two days, and led the 305th Regiment to move against the large troops of the division that had retreated northward, and hurried to the new position only a few miles away from Chunhua Town.

At night on December 8, the 51st Division was ordered by the commander's headquarters to abandon the Chunhua and Fangshan positions and move to the line of Heding Bridge and Matian Bridge.

The army passed through the defense line of Chunhua Town, which had no opponent, and the area around Heding Bridge, which was originally adjacent to the 305th regiment's defensive ground, was also occupied by the army because there was no time to build decent fortifications.

However, the army's subsequent progress was met with stubborn resistance. Zhang Lingfu led the 305th Regiment to intercept and kill halfway to stop the strong enemy.

The crazy army aimed directly at the capital, and did not pay attention to the interception of this small army in the middle at all, and all kinds of artillery fire aimed at the position of the 305th regiment and bombarded it, trying to use superior firepower to quickly wipe out the weak opponent from the path of advance.

As soon as the shelling stopped, the infantry of the Japanese army, under the cover of six combat vehicles, rushed towards the position of the 305th regiment.

The makeshift fortifications of the position were destroyed by heavy enemy artillery fire, and bloodied corpses and severed arms and limbs were scattered all over the ground.

The officers and men of the 305th Regiment had almost nowhere to hide, and many had to crawl in the shallow pits blown up by the enemy's shells to take refuge and shoot back at the rushing Japanese troops.

The enemy's infantry relied on the cover of the chariots to approach the position step by step, and after a short period of fire, the attacking and defending sides engaged in close combat in front of the formation, and the swords and guns were sonorous, blood was splashed, and people continued to fall.

As a regiment commander with a considerable level of tactical command, he has to ask his subordinates to fight bravely and sacrifice desperately in hand-to-hand combat, and any meticulous modern tactical deployment has lost the meaning of discussion.

At this time, Zhang Lingfu could only be inspired by personal heroism and set an example to demonstrate to his subordinates the fearless courage of being in the position.

"Death squads! Organize death squads! Zhang Lingfu's voice sounded among the officers and soldiers of the 305th Regiment:

"I personally act as the captain of the death team, and stand up for me who is not afraid of death!"

(I'm ashamed, really ashamed.) Looking at so many readers' brothers' rewards, recommendations, and clicks every day, but only two chapters are updated, I am very ashamed. Well, three chapters, three chapters today, make up for the spider's fault a little! ）