What does it mean to be brave and bold in battle?

For Hao Yuqing, he had thought about this issue, and it was something he had to think about as a soldier.

Everyone is scared when they go to war.

"You need to use a sense of mission to overcome your natural fear in order to complete your work freely, and this sense of mission is the difference between humans and animals."

As an officer, Hao Yuqing has always felt that it was this sense of mission that drove him to make this decision.

When the enemy's defense system in Kochi City was not yet complete, he decisively led the divisional cavalry battalion to break into Kochi City and attack the position at the mouth of Urado Bay.

This cannot but be bold, simple is bold

This was almost a suicidal task for any soldier, and Kochi City, a city of 100,000 people, was surrounded by tens of thousands of "national marchers" despite its almost no military defenses, and was immediately under siege after the cavalry battalion broke into the mouth of Urado Bay.

“**!”

Second Lieutenant Wang Decheng scolded fiercely, and fired the last bullet in the machine gun at the enemy who rushed forward from the counterattack.

There are too many enemies, and they can't be stopped, just like the locusts that are overwhelming in Henan's hometown, and even at this time, in Wang Decheng's eyes, there are more enemies than the locusts that swept the sky when he was a child.

The Japanese, dressed in kimonos or uniforms, rushed in with old-fashioned rifles and even bamboo guns, and in front of the gravel pile, corpses almost filled the road.

"Dog, withdraw!"

Second Lieutenant Wang yelled at the soldiers who were kneeling beside him.

Wei Gouzi, whose clothes were in tatters, seemed to freeze there, like a sculpture. His childish face was blackened by smoke, his eyes were still staring at something in front of him, a dark red wet patch on his left temple, a handful of hair glued together, and his right index finger still holding the trigger of the rifle resting on the battlement.

Wang Decheng grabbed the dog's arm and tried to pull him up, but the dog remained motionless, and then fell hard to the ground. Looking around, I couldn't see that there was another person in the platoon who was alive.

"Chief, sir, you can't withdraw."

Wei Gouzi, who was being dragged around, said with a dull gaze.

Behind them, there was a constant sound of cannons, which were the cavalry companies shelling the merchant ships heading towards the mouth of Puhu Bay with the two 75mm cavalry guns, which they had been using for the past few hours.

At this time, as an infantryman, the task of Wang Decheng's third platoon was to hold this place, and they had to hold on until the large army entered Kochi City.

"Can't be withdrawn ......"

Looking at the brothers who died in battle beside him, and then looking at the machine guns that had already been emptied, Wang Decheng gritted his teeth.

"Dog, collect the bullets, you are in charge of loading the magazine"

Finally, he patted the dog on the shoulder again.

"Today, our masters, it's going to be buried here."

Riding on the horse, Hao Yuqing looked at Puhu Bay with a numb expression, the merchant ships were burning under the attack of 75mm mountain guns, and in the distance, several merchant ships with black smoke from the cockpit were quietly moored there, and two more crashed into the bay beach, which were destroyed merchant ships.

"Aim at their cab and hit don't waste shells"

Hao Yuqing ordered the herald beside him, and then he rode his horse towards the defense line a few hundred meters away, and when he crossed the dock, he felt like he was running in hell, the pier was full of smoking broken walls, piles of abandoned guns, military uniforms, dead bodies, and seriously wounded people lying on the ground moaning weakly......

"The cavalry battalion is finished"

Don't think about it, Hao Yuqing knows that his cavalry battalion, this is here, although those Japanese weapons are backward, and there are even people who use that kind of front-loading musket, but two fists are hard to beat four hands, and they are besieged by thousands of people, and more than 400 brothers can defend until now without a trench and an unfamiliar environment, which is simply blessed by God.

"It would be nice if there was a telegraph"

There was no telegraph, no telephone, and now the cavalry battalion was completely out of contact with the main forces, and although the artillery was rumbling there, there was no cover at all on this side.

If you can get a ...... with the troops, At this moment, Hao Yuqing suddenly heard a not very clear roar in the air, which seemed to be...... As soon as he raised his head, Hao Yuqing saw a black dot appear in the air, which was a navy plane

"Quick, send the signal"

Hao Yuqing, who was galloping on horseback, shouted loudly at his subordinates in the distance, but more of the wounded were desperately waving the national flag in the air.

As night fell, on the flat ground in front of a burned house, more than a dozen soldiers gathered around the fire, roasting red taro that they didn't know where they got it, and the low tables and tatami mats in the fire were deformed in the flames. ,

"It seems to be changing the front"

Glancing in the direction of Kochi City, where the sound of artillery came, Danger Ze whispered, this is the news he got from the battalion commander.

"Sergeant Major, what? Where to change? ”

Chen Pingxia's soldier pinched the carton of supplies with his fingers full of dirt, and he looked at the sergeant major with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"I heard from the battalion commander that Kochi was almost defeated by the First Regiment, and the main force of our First Division was going to attack Kagawa Prefecture."

There is no need to hide from the comrades-in-arms here.

"Kagawa Prefecture? That's not close, all the way over the mountains and mountains."

"Not really."

"Whatever"

Chen Ping suddenly slapped his knee and shouted loudly.

"Okay, let's go to Kagawa, and when we hit Kagawa, we will definitely be able to have a good time, isn't that the case?"

A soldier replied with a very serious expression.

"That's right, find an Oriental art ji to accompany you and get drunk......"

"You think it's only drinking, but that's a chicken...... Ahaha...... Of course, it's a chicken, it's sold, you really think that if you stick an art word, then it's not a chicken."

A profligate laugh came out from the throat of Song Pengcheng on the side, and at this time, someone patted him on the shoulder, and he looked back to see that it was the translator Chen Mingtian.

"Hey, is the letter ready?"

This will Chen Mingtian's mind still think of his own letter.

"It's all here and there...... for you"

Wei Ze took out a thick stack of letters from his pocket and handed them over, which he had received, and the battalion commander was very supportive of Chen Mingtian's suggestion, and was even ready to mobilize the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion to write letters to the students in the school.

"Thanks, Sergeant Major, do you have that letter? I'm just about to send ......."

At this moment, suddenly whistles and gunshots rang out, and everyone hurriedly grabbed their guns and looked in the direction where the gunshots came, but saw a fire burning in the direction of the regimental headquarters.

"Quick, someone is attacking the regimental headquarters"

Grabbing the gun, Wei Ze shouted and ran in the direction of the regiment headquarters with the people, and the people who were originally resting followed one after another, while Chen Mingtian ran with a steel helmet in his left hand and glasses in his right hand.

On the way, they caught three Japanese teenagers in the rice fields, who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in rags and covered in mud.

"You"

Song Pengcheng roared in Japanese, and it could be seen from the footprints in the rice field that the three of them came from the direction of the regiment headquarters, and he wanted to ask, but he could only say such a word, and he couldn't even say a word in other Japanese.

"Chen Translation"

Glaring angrily at the three stubborn Japanese young masters in front of him, Wei Ze roared behind him.

At this time, the flames of the regimental headquarters in the far part burned even more vigorously, and the location of the regimental headquarters was completely engulfed by the fire, which was obviously poured with kerosene.

"Smack"

With a hard slap at one of the teenagers, Song Pengcheng continued.

"You little bastard, look at you like this, you know you did it"

But the three young masters who had been beaten were still standing there like tree stumps, letting the soldiers around them surround them.

At this time, Chen Mingtian came over panting, although he was wearing a military uniform, tied his feet, and carrying a gun on his back, but he could not see the slightest military atmosphere on him.

"You ask me, is it the three of them who set the fire?"

Taking a deep breath and letting himself slow down, Chen Mingtian sharply questioned a few words of Japanese that no one could understand, and then the three teenagers stared at him with sharp and hostile eyes, without saying a word, and at this time, Chen Mingtian patted one of the young men who obviously seemed to be the leader on the shoulder, and continued to ask, and finally the young man answered a few words in a calm tone.

"Bang bang,"

Chen Mingtian, who was furious, shook the young man's ears fiercely, and the young man who threw it staggered backwards and almost fell to the ground.

"What did he say"

The surrounding warriors asked.

"This kid said that he burned the house of the Japanese, and the house of the Japanese can only be lived in, and the slaves of the Qing State are not worthy of living......"

What the

Song Pengcheng, who was originally sitting on the ridge to take a breath, jumped up, grabbed the young man, and left.

"Let's go, go with Lao Tzu"

The five fighters escorted the three teenagers away, while Wu Zhenhua and Chen Mingtian both looked at Wei Ze, which ...... What was going on, and then they saw a sly smile on Sergeant Song's face by the light of the fire.

A group of five people walked into the woods dozens of meters away, Song Pengcheng stopped his feet, turned around, and looked at the three teenagers, at this time they lowered their heads, two of them trembled a little uneasily, but Song Pengcheng sneered.

"Turn your face away...... You can't understand what you said, ***",

There was no way, Song Pengcheng had no choice but to walk behind the Japanese who scolded the big guy, then took out the bayonet from his waist, and then raised his foot and kicked one of them in the knee.

"Ahh

The stubborn young man from before let out a miserable scream and knelt down, while Song Pengcheng grabbed his hair with his left hand, pressed the man's neck to the left, and the sharp bayonet directly pierced the right neck, and then turned back sharply, the moment the bayonet was withdrawn, the blood mist sprayed out, and it didn't even touch his hand.

After solving this young man's problem, the two young masters next to him fell to their knees in the muddy water, constantly kowtowing and shouting Japanese words that no one could understand, but this Song Pengcheng only had a sneer on his face, and the bayonet in his hand was pointed.

"Hi"

With a deep shout, he slashed the neck of the young man who was kowtowing with his bayonet, while several other soldiers stabbed the other boy with their rifles and bayonets. In an instant, the cry for mercy disappeared.

"Damn"

It took five or six knives to cut off the young man's head, and Song Pengcheng gasped and cursed.

"When you turn back, you must get a big knife"

Cursing like this, a group of five people walked towards the place where a few people were originally roasting.

After watching them come back, Wei Ze didn't say anything, just raised his eyes and glanced at Song Pengcheng, while Chen Mingtian, who sent the letter back, couldn't help but look at Song Pengcheng's sleeve, there were a lot of blood stains on his sleeve.

"Those three boys just now, solved?"

Wei Ze asked casually.

"Kill it, damn it, it's inconvenient to use a bayonet, if I can get a big knife, I can cut off the head of that Oriental seed with one sword......"

Looking at the fire in front of him, Song Pengcheng's breath seemed to be mentioning a trivial matter.

"Oh, the Oriental people have an Oriental knife at home, although it is a little thinner, but I heard that it is not bad, you can look back at the whole one"

Wei Ze was still quietly turning over the red potatoes beside the fire, which would make him look indifferent when he said these words here.

And listening to their conversation, Wu Zhenhua, the recruit, especially Chen Mingtian, was stunned, he looked at this group of "emperor ** people" in a daze, they, what's wrong with them?

It was a soldier who stood up abruptly, raised his hand and saluted, and the others looked up and saw that it was the battalion commander, Major Zhao Gang, who was holding a smoke ring, obviously very relaxed. After the major returned the salute, he asked as he stretched out his hand to bake the fire.

"I heard that when there was a fire at the regiment headquarters just now, you stopped three people here?"

Fire?

Chen Mingtian's brows jumped, could it be......

"Well, it is estimated that they set the fire and called us Qing slaves, and Sergeant Song solved them"

Wei Ze replied frankly, without any intention of concealing it at all, but Zhao Gang turned out a roasted red taro from the side of the fire.

"It smells so good."

Taking a bite of red taro, Zhao Gang seemed to have heard nothing.

Everyone liked this battalion commander very much, he was not tall, and his body looked very thin, but he always looked like he was full of courage, and he was covered in mud like the soldiers.

"Battalion commander, that's three civilians"

Chen Mingtian said seriously.

"Oh, I see"

Zhao Gang nodded, then looked at Wei Ze and said.

"The kerosene lamp in the regimental headquarters is a horse shed has fallen and there is a fire, if someone really sets it on fire, the person who catches it will be handed over to the gendarmerie, and the gendarmerie will be examined and trained, maybe you can dig a few more fish, understand?"

"Yes"

Wei Ze immediately obeyed, but the words of the battalion commander made Chen Mingtian almost dare not believe his ears, didn't the commander hear what he said? They killed three Japanese civilians, and for a trumped-up ......

At this time, Zhao Gang, who had already finished eating red taro, stood up, patted the dust on his hands and said.

"Alright, tomorrow morning we will move the battle line, have you received your rations?"

"Someone has already been sent"

"Well, that's good, I'll go to the battalion headquarters, dangerous ...... Forget it, you like to soak with them, get a good night's sleep, and continue tomorrow"

As he spoke, Zhao Gang walked in the direction of the battalion headquarters, but at this time, Wei Ze took off the boots on his feet, and then took off his socks, his feet were steaming hot, and his feet were completely soaked white with sweat and seawater.

"Everybody take off their socks, roast their feet, roast their shoes, and then it's time for those feet."

As he checked his footboard, Wei Ze shouted to the man next to him, then put his right foot on his left foot, then drew his bayonet, and then began to peel off the skin of his foot with the bayonet.

And Chen Mingtian, who was just baking his shoes, occasionally cast his eyes on Song Pengcheng, and at this time he was doing the same thing, the bayonet in his hand that was not carefully wiped, and there were still some blood stains on ......the knife pills.

"Sergeant Danger, why?"

Finally, after being silent for a long time, watching Wei Ze put a pair of clean socks on his feet, Chen Mingtian couldn't help but ask softly.

And Wei Ze, who put on his socks again, glanced at Chen Mingtian, and finally spit out four words when he was lying down.

"Don't forget Lushun"

Four words, Chen Mingtian's head was clouded, looking at his comrades-in-arms who were sleeping in blankets, he noticed them for the first time, and it seemed that something had changed.

Early in the morning, when the eastern sky gradually turned white, a line of soldiers marched along the dirt road in the direction of Kochi City, at this time this small town called Nankoku, has woken up from a restless sleep, here, the tricolor flag of the Chinese Empire is fluttering and moving, in the vicinity of the town office, there are already more than a dozen civilian personnel who have changed their military uniforms and put on suits and overcoats, admiring the armbands of the "Xuanfu Class", and are busy with post-war stable work, they are naturally for the construction of "stable Shikoku", in order to make the local residents realize " The reason why China sent troops to Shikoku was to give the Japanese people a place to live and work in peace and contentment," while the townspeople wore kimonos, old and new, with strips of cloth with the words "good people" that had just been issued to them yesterday sewn on their chests, and when they saw the Chinese soldiers, they hurriedly bowed their heads, and everywhere there were people with dull expressions and no spirits, the men's faces were full of sorrow and frustration, and the women were expressionless wrapped in the fat kimonos.

For the Japanese, for thousands of years, in the Japanese character, they have long been accustomed to subservient to the strong, but although they behaved very tame, the Chinese soldiers around them did not trust these Japanese at all. Outside the village, the villagers were following orders to collect the bodies of the Japanese, digging pits and burying the bodies of soldiers, marchers and civilians.

Except for the occasional sound of cars passing by and military boots, everything here seemed silent, and in the midst of this silence, most of the ruins of this town in the south still had a little smoke.

"Sino-Japanese Goodwill"

As he was about to leave the town, Wei Ze saw the people of the Xuanfu class writing slogans in Japanese on the walls, and although there were some Japanese characters he didn't recognize, he still understood four of them.

"China-Japan Goodwill ......"

Song Pengcheng on the side muttered a sentence on his lips.

"Be kind to a bird, it's good to find a Japanese mother-in-law to be kind and friendly."

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