Helen's beautiful eyes are indeed burning two fires at this time, this American girl from the other side of the ocean does not want to hide her fiery enthusiasm at all, she has traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to unfamiliar China, to the bloody battlefield, is to come to this cold, handsome foreign man in front of her.

Looking at the cold and melancholy Chinese man in front of her, Helen's heart was melting day by day.

However, the pencil in Helen's hand did not pause in the slightest, and walked quickly on the blank paper, and in less than a moment, Yue Weihan's portrait was forever fixed on Helen's sketchboard, the man in the painting had a resolute facial curve, a cold expression, a melancholy gaze, and a slightly downward curve of the corners of his mouth made him look stronger.

A few steps away, Yue Weihan was like a steel sculpture, coldly pestle in front of the "Death Battalion Memorial Tablet", at this time Yue Weihan was completely immersed in the deep mourning and deep remembrance of the more than 500 officers and soldiers of the Death Battalion, and he did not notice that Helen was using him as a blueprint for portrait sketching.

Liu Yi lit the three pillars of incense and handed it to Yue Weihan with a solemn expression.

Yue Weihan took the incense, bowed three times, and then inserted it into the incense niche in front of the spiritual seat, and immediately prayed loudly: "The heroic soul of the fallen brothers in the death camp is not far away: the national political axe and Chairman Jiang have given you the highest honor, and after the Baoshan battalion, your death battalion has become the second battalion-level unit with an official number in the [***] battle sequence!" ”

"Moreover, your death battalion was praised by Chairman Jiang as the 'first battalion', and after this battle, the battalion flag will be awarded in person, this honor is not even comparable to the original Baoshan battalion, and the military command department has specially allocated 100,000 yuan from the limited military expenditure as the pension of the death battalion, brothers, your heroic soul can rest in peace."

Liu Yi stood up and saluted, and said solemnly: "Brothers, go all the way!" ”

"Brothers, go all the way!" Behind Liu Yi, the commanders of all battalions and regiments followed one after another to stand up and salute.

After the memorial ceremony was completed, Yue Weihan, Liu Yi and the commanders of each battalion and regiment turned around and left the mourning hall, Helen also put away the sketchboard, and carefully took down the portrait that had been completed for most of the time, when Helen's beautiful eyes met the melancholy eyes of the man in the painting, she couldn't help lowering her head and gently kissing the man's heroic chin in the painting.

………… Zhao Xinyi, the captain of the special service team, has turned back into a war correspondent who has declared to be stationed in the Baoshan Brigade.

Escorted by two guards, Zhao Xinyi came to the Chengdong Railway Station through the dark and long tunnel.

If Xuzhou is the forefront of the entire Anti-Japanese War, then the Chengdong Railway Station is the forefront of the entire Xuzhou battlefield, even the Zhao reporter, who knows little about the military, can guess that tomorrow's war will definitely start first at the Chengdong Railway Station, and the focus of the army's attack will only be the Chengdong Railway Station!

At the headquarters of the bayonet battalion, reporter Zhao wrote the first battlefield account of the defense of Xuzhou: deep into the line of fire.

On May 8, the 27th year of the Republic of China (1938), the weather was sunny today, but the city of Xuzhou had been shrouded in the clouds of the war, and the 5rd, 5th, 6th, 9th, and 18th main divisions of the army had approached the suburbs of Xuzhou with the coordination of the Fifth Brigade of the Field Heavy Artillery and the Aviation Corps, and the war was about to break out.

The situation is so bad that the disparity between the enemy and our forces is even worse than the battle of Jiangpu!

The disparity in equipment is even more unique; our army has neither aviation nor heavy artillery, and the brigade artillery battalion has only a small number of small-caliber mortars, which can hardly provide fire support to the front-line infantry, while the army not only has large-caliber field heavy artillery, aviation bombers, but also tanks to assist in the battle, and the situation is so dangerous that it has reached a situation that cannot be repeated!

However, the officers and men of the brigade, from the brigade commander down to General Yue Weihan, absolutely did not have any fear of death or war.

More than 500 officers and soldiers of the bayonet battalion have written a suicide note in their entirety, such a feat is especially better than the ancients carrying the coffin to go out to fight, its integrity is strong, the courage is heroic, rare in ancient and modern times, there are such heroic soldiers, the position is worry-free, Xuzhou is not worried, the Republic of China will never perish, and the Chinese nation will eventually achieve the final victory!

………… Wuhan, Hankou Wharf.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the outbreak of the Xuzhou War is imminent, Miss Zhao Xinyi's battlefield story will continue a new chapter!" In less than a moment, more than 100 copies of the newspaper in the newsboy's pocket had been looted, and many pedestrians who had not bought the newspaper grabbed others and rushed to read them.

An elderly lady stretched out her hand to grab the young man next to her, and asked tremblingly, "Big brother, tell me what is said in this newspaper?" Is there any news of the death camp? ”

"Death battalion?" The young man's eyes suddenly froze, and he said, "Auntie, why are you asking this?" ”

The old lady said proudly: "My dog baby wrote back last time, saying that he was a platoon commander in the death camp. ”

"Your son is a platoon commander in a death battalion?" When the young man heard this, he was immediately in awe, and hurriedly turned to the fourth page of the newspaper, while asking, "Auntie, what is your son's name?" ”

The eldest lady said loudly: "My son's name is Wang Mu. ”

"Wang Mu!?" The young man's eyes suddenly looked sad.

On the fourth page of the newspaper, the young man found the word Wang Mu in the list of fallen soldiers published in installments, and his position was indeed the platoon commander of the death battalion!

The eldest lady asked with concern: "Big brother, have you found my dog?" ”

"Found it." The young man held back tears and said, "Auntie, look, this is the list of meritorious soldiers, and your son's name is on it, he has made great contributions!" He is now a hero, a great hero! ”

The old lady smiled happily and said, "Hehe, my neighbor said the same thing." ”

After that, the old lady walked trembling again, and when she passed by the anti-Japanese salvation fundraising place at the gate of the big world, she took out ten silver dollars from her arms with trembling hands, and put them in without hesitation, and walked forward more than a dozen steps through the corner, but the old lady bent down and picked up a piece of white-flour steamed buns splashed with sewage from the side of the road, wiped and wiped and then put it in her mouth.

Not far away, the young man burst into tears, and immediately turned around and walked into the nearby recruiting office without looking back.

………… Beiping, Tsinghua Park.

The old professor "sneakily" walked into the classroom, and as soon as he looked at him, two students had already left the table and stood up outside the front and back doors of the classroom, and the remaining students immediately rushed up, and surrounded the old professor at once, and the old professor smiled and said: "Students, I brought you a good thing today." ”

With that, the old professor took out a copy of the engraved newspaper from the mezzanine of his robe.

Although Beiping has fallen, and the puppet autonomous political axe has completely become a lackey of the Kou, here, almost all the newspapers of the national political axe are forbidden to be printed, but in the shadows, the major patriots, as well as the military commanders, the central unification and the underground offices of [***] are still insisting on printing and disseminating patriotic newspapers and magazines.

The old professor brought this time was the number containing Zhao Xinyi's latest battlefield story "Into the Line of Fire", and the students were suddenly like travelers who had been thirsty for three thousand years, and they couldn't wait to read it.

The old professor couldn't help but smile with relief on his face.

I think that at the beginning, when he chose to stay in Beiping to continue teaching, almost everyone did not understand, his friends and students in the past turned against him, and even scolded him for being a Han anniversary, a lackey, and a traitor, he endured it, the interests of the country and the nation are above all else, in order to gather and guide the young students in the occupied areas, he is willing to bear the infamy of a lifetime.

"Bang dang!" When the old professor and the young students turned their heads sharply, they saw that a group of military police had rushed in like tigers and wolves, and the two students guarding the gate hurriedly stepped forward to try to stop them, but they were smashed to the ground with the butts of their guns by the military police.

Two gendarmes strode forward and grabbed the old professor with one hand.

When the young student next to him was anxious to come forward to save people, the bright bayonets of the military police had already met him.

The old professor suddenly realized that he had reached the limit, and immediately shouted: "Students, what is the country and what is the nation? I'd rather be a ghost who died in battle than a slave who died in the country! Students, it's time to put down your textbooks and take up arms on the battlefield to fight the invaders, students, I'd rather die than be a slave to the country......"

The old professor was soon taken away by the military police, and the impassioned voice gradually faded away, and finally he could no longer hear it, but the young students were all in tears, and their hearts were agitated, and a student with a dark face and a strong body suddenly clenched his fists and said with a hideous expression: "I have decided, I will leave now, I will go to Xuzhou." ”

Another student wearing glasses and looking like a gentleman said: "I'm going to Shanxi and join the Eighth Route Army!" ”

The rest of the students also expressed their attitudes, some wanted to go south to Xuzhou, and some wanted to go to Shanxi to participate in the Eighth Road.

The student with a dark face said to the student with glasses: "Xiuwen, people are ambitious, and they can't be forced, so let's say goodbye!" ”

The glasses student still tried to persuade Li Hei and persuaded: "Jingwu, I admit that the Baoshan Brigade is also a real anti-Japanese team, and General Yue Weihan is an admirable person who loves [***], but the national political axe has rotted to the bones, and there is no way out with such a political axe, only China [***] can save China!" ”

The student with a black face waved his hand and said disappreciably: "I Gao Jingwu has never cared about bullshit politics, and the partisan dispute has nothing to do with me, when the country is ruined and the nation is in danger, I just want to be a soldier like General Yue Weihan, kill devils on the battlefield, kill more devils, it's as simple as that!" ”

After that, Gao Jingwu turned around and left, and more than a dozen like-minded students also left.

Seeing the figures of Gao Jingwu and more than a dozen other classmates disappearing outside the door, the eyed students couldn't help sighing, looked back at a few classmates behind them and said, "Let's go too, this Beiping really can't stay for a moment." ”

(To be continued)