In the autumn of 2008, an old man over eighty years old, wearing an old-fashioned military uniform of the last century, walked into the martyr's cemetery in the east of Wanxian County with the support of two young people.

Wanxian Martyrs Cemetery was built in the forties of the last century, and more than 7,000 martyrs are buried in the underground of the cemetery.

After laying the wreath, the old man came to the monument engraved with his name on crutches and stopped for a long time.

The old man is over eighty years old, and his health is not as good as before, this time, perhaps the last time in his life, he came to visit his comrades who are buried here, and the old man, who knows that his days are numbered, finally opens up his memories that have been sealed for many years, and tells his descendants about the tragic battle more than sixty years ago.

"It was a terrible battle."

"Our Sichuan army killed the red eye, the xiǎo devil also killed the red eye, all kinds of calibers, various types of shells were thrown at our heads tons and tons, many brothers were killed, some brothers were even blown to pieces, fingers and intestines are all one by one, scattered everywhere, that scene is really bloody......"

"After the battle, when the corpse collection team came to collect the corpse, it was not easy to put together a whole corpse, but it was found that it was actually a mistake, and the pieces of two people were put together, but more brothers could not even find the fragments, so they had no choice but to collect the collected body fragments and cremate them, and then sprinkle some evenly into the urn of each brother."

Once the floodgates of memory were opened, the scenes that had been blurred suddenly became clear again.

"Our 3rd Regiment is the advance regiment of the whole division, and our 9th Company is the advance company of the whole regiment, when our 9th Company rushed to the outside of Wanxian County, the sky was already bright, we were tired and hungry, hungry and thirsty, but we didn't care about eating at all, and we didn't even care about drinking saliva, so we launched an attack on the county seat of Wanxian County......"

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As soon as the Japanese whistle sounded, the Chinese army attacked.

About 60 Sichuan officers and soldiers quickly dispersed along the main road, and rushed straight to Wanxian City in a straggler formation, and the Japanese troops guarding the city of Mén quickly reacted, and the machine guns behind the two circular barricades on the left and right of the city opened fire at the same time, instantly knocking down seven or eight Sichuan soldiers who rushed to the front, and the first wave of the Sichuan army officers and soldiers collapsed.

Not long after, when the Sichuan army was organizing the second wave of offensive, the roar of fighter engines suddenly sounded in the sky.

Six P-51 Mustang fighters loaded with heavy bombs and rockets emerged from the thin clouds, and the two fighters in front immediately swooped down and dropped 1,000-pound bombs on Wanxian City.

Along with the destruction of Wanxian County, there was also 1 xiǎo team of the Japanese army, which was full of more than 40 xiǎo devils.

The officers and men of the Sichuan army immediately stepped on the ruins and rushed into the county seat, and launched a brutal street battle with the Japanese garrison brigade guarding Wanxian, and the fierce battle until noon, the main force of the 4th Division arrived one after another, and more than 400 devils who resisted stubbornly in the city were quickly cleared, however, the main force of the 113th Division of the Sichuan Army also arrived.

The battle to defend Wanxian County officially began, and the battle entered a white-hot battle from the beginning.

Lieutenant General Masafumi Yamauchi, commander of the 113th Division of the Japanese Army, had clearly realized that if Wanxian could not be recaptured, nearly 200,000 Japanese troops on the North Route would be surrounded by the Chinese army on the Central Sichuan Plain, and when the mechanized troops of the Chinese Expeditionary Force drove into Sichuan along the Sichuan-Yunnan Highway, the end of the main force of the Japanese Army on the North Route would come.

In view of this, Yamauchi did not hesitate to devote all his main forces to launch a decisive attack.

The fierce battle lasted until 4 p.m., when the Japanese army entered the city four times, and was expelled from the city by the Sichuan army four times.

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In the city of Wanxian, deep in Xiǎo Lane.

"Boom......" A bomb fell from the sky with a piercing scream.

"Shizuo xiǎo heart!" As soon as the guard battalion commander Fan Xiǎo Ha pressed Fan Ha'er under him, the aerial bomb had already landed behind the broken wall not far away, and then exploded, and the huge explosion brought up a large number of broken bricks and tiles, and immediately buried the two people's lives, and after a long time, more than a dozen guards dug the two out of the rubble with bleeding fingers.

When the people dug it up, Fan Xiǎo Ha was better, but Fan Ha Er had already closed his breath.

The guards pinched and stroked their chests again, and after a long time, Van Harr finally coughed violently.

After coughing for a long time, Fan Ha'er finally came to his senses, immediately patted the dust on his body, and said angrily: "Ge Laozidi, what about our air force?" Where did our plane go? The sky is full of xiǎo devils' planes in the? ”

"Master's seat." As soon as Fan Har'er's words fell, the embarrassed figure of the senior chief of staff crawled over from under a broken wall not far away, and said with a miserable expression, "I have asked the group army headquarters just now, and the general seat said that the fuel consumption of the air force is too great, and the Shuangguisi airport has no oil spills, and our plane cannot rise into the air." ”

"What?" Fan Harr said angrily, "No oil? ”

"Well, I don't have oil." Chief of Staff Gao nodded heavily and said, "The Sichuan-Yunnan Highway has been cut off, and the air transportation can't keep up, so it's the same." ”

Before the chief of staff could finish speaking, two more Japanese fighters swooped down from the sky with a piercing scream, and the large-caliber machine gun bullets hit the broken wall not far away, and a large amount of earth fell straight down.

Commander Fan Ha'er puffed out a puff of smoke and dust from his nostrils, and immediately shouted in a cruel voice: "Dog day's xiǎo devil, the cannon has also been fired, and the bombing has also been blown up, I want to start the attack again, order the troops, prepare for the attack, Chief of Staff Gao, you go to the rear to gather all the manpower that can be gathered, and be ready to counterattack at any time......"

"Yes." The chief of staff of the high staff crawled and the wolf ran away.

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Outside the city of Wanxian, the Japanese army forward observation post.

Yamauchi Masamune was observing the movements in Wanxian County, looking out through the field of vision of the artillery mirror, only to see that the city of Wanxian County had been completely shrouded in fire, gunpowder smoke and dust, and from a distance of several hundred meters, he could clearly smell the scorching smell and bloody smell in the air, and Yamauchi Masamune even saw two severed limbs hanging on the ruins of the city wall!

"Yo Si." Yamauchi Masamumi nodded with satisfaction, and immediately said to the chief of staff of the division, Tengi Daisa, "Order, the 64th Infantry Wing will attack immediately, this time, we must take Wanxian!" ”

"Hello!" Tengi Daisa suddenly lowered his head and immediately grabbed the phone.

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Near Guang'an, official road.

Janssen, riding a tall horse, was marching forward at a rapid pace, escorted by the guards.

On the right side not far from the official road, the sound of artillery rumbled and the guns shook the sky, the 106th Division of Xue Yue's 1st Group Army was said to have fought very fiercely, and the Tiger Division of the 74th Army, that is, the 57th Division that was collectively martyred in Ruxian County in the Battle of Wuhan, had already fought with the Xiǎo devil nine times with bayonets.

However, Yang Sen didn't have the heart to care about the battle of the Tiger Ben Division at all now.

Fan Harr's 113th Division fought fiercely for half a day, and now most of the dead and wounded have been killed, and I don't know if the 6th and 9th divisions of the second echelon have arrived? If these two divisions can't arrive in time and let the Japanese 113th Division preemptively defeat the 4th Division and seize Wanxian, then it will be a big trouble.

Yang Sen was in a hurry, and Chief of Staff Li Yuntong rode a horse from behind to catch up.

Because of his hurry, Li Yuntong even dropped his hat, and after catching up with Yang Sen, he said breathlessly before he could salute: "General, the 4th Division has sent an urgent telegram again, and most of the officers and soldiers of the division have suffered casualties, and Fan Ha'er has already picked up his bayonet and fought the devil twice, and Fan Ha'er also said that if the reinforcements don't arrive, Wanxian County will not be able to hold it!" ”

"Knowing Liao, knowing Liao, immediately send a telegram to the 6th and 9th Divisions and ask them to speed up the march! Rush to Wanxian within half a time, otherwise military law will be engaged! After Yang Sen finished speaking in a hurry, he whipped his mount under his crotch fiercely, and the mount was in pain, and suddenly raised his head and let out a sad hiss, and then shook off his four hooves and ran forward.

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Wanxian, dusk.

The Japanese attack was once again repulsed, and it was immediately in retaliation for the indiscriminate bombardment.

The bombardment lasted longer and was more intense, and the Japanese seemed to have realized that this was the last attack before dark today, so they threw all the remaining shells and bombs on the heads of the Sichuan soldiers without hesitation.

After a full 40 minutes, the Japanese bombardment finally ended, and when Fan Harr ordered the assembly again, there were less than 200 of the more than 7,000 officers and soldiers in the division, of which more than 20 were still seriously wounded, and most of the rest were wounded, that is, Fan Harr, who had two gaps in his arms cut open by the devil's bayonet.

Looking at the severely shrunken team in front of him, Van Haal couldn't help but feel sad.

However, the general attack of the Japanese army is imminent, Fan Harr can no longer care about sadness, and immediately took out a white cloth from his arms and ordered two guards to spread out, and then said to the remnants of the line: "Brothers, the general attack of the devils is imminent, but the reinforcements have not yet arrived, I, Fan Harr, am determined to fight to the death with the enemy, in order to repay the country, if you are unwilling, it is still too late to run, and if you are willing to go on the road with me, just leave a name on it, and when the government erects a monument and issues a pension in the future, it is good to have a certificate." ”

Fan Harr's tone was calm, and the matter of life and death seemed to him as ordinary as eating a meal.

The expressions of the 200 Sichuan army were also calm, the cruel and bloody war career had already numbed their nerves, for these Sichuan soldiers with a knife head tiǎn blood, life is full of joy, but death is nothing to fear, Fan Har's voice fell, they bit their fingers one by one, and stepped forward to write their names.

Soon, most of the people were named, and only one sixteen or seventeen-year-old Xiǎo warrior did not come forward.

Fan Ha'er frowned and said, "Xiǎo ghost, don't you leave your name?" ”

The xiǎo warrior lowered his head and said with great sadness: "Sir, I don't have a name. ”

"What, you don't have a name?" Fan Ha'er was stunned, and then said in a slightly sad tone, "Since this is the case, then I will temporarily give you a name, this is Wanxian, your surname is Wan, as for the name, it will be called Chuanjun, Wanchuanjun, right, your name will be Wanchuanjun!" ”

The xiǎo warrior was illiterate, so Fan Ha'er had to write his name for him again.

As soon as the name was written, hundreds of devil soldiers with white cloth on their heads had already rushed into the city with bayonets, Fan Harr immediately pulled out his Browning pistol, and led the last remaining 100 people of the whole division to meet the swarming Japanese death squad.

The Wanchuan army, which had just had its name, was stunned, and the two armies had already collided head-on.

The guard battalion commander Fan Xiǎo Ha was determined to avenge Fan Ha'er, and rushed into the middle of the devil regardless of it, pinched the devil machine gunner who had just shot, and then let the devil's bayonet stab him in the back frantically, Fan Xiǎo Ha just didn't let go, and when Fan Xiǎo Ha finally took his last breath, the devil machine gunner also swallowed his breath almost at the same time.

Chief of Staff Gao Niu Gao Ma Da, danced a ghost head knife vigorously, and after splitting six devils in a row, he finally let a ghost soldier Cao sneak attack from behind, when the sharp saber pierced into the chest from behind, the chief of staff Gao suddenly raised his head and howled like a ghost, and immediately grabbed it with his backhand, and before he died, he also picked out the eyes of the ghost soldier Cao.

After half a bag of cigarettes, nearly 200 remnants of the division had been killed and wounded, and only one Wanchuan army was left.

Soon, more than a dozen devil soldiers came up with bright bayonets, Wan Chuan Jun gasped violently, and slowly retreated into a corner with bayonets, the ghost soldiers sneered, but they just surrounded Wan Chuan Jun like cats and rats, but they refused to rush down the killer, Wan Chuan Jun gritted his teeth, and when he stepped forward desperately, the gunshots suddenly rang out!

In the sound of machine guns like bursting beans, more than a dozen devil soldiers who surrounded the Wanchuan army were shot one after another, and one of the ghost soldiers was scattered all over his neck, and the splattered blood ròu sprayed all over the face of the Wanchuan army, and when the Wanchuan army came back to his senses, more than a dozen ghost soldiers had all fallen to the ground, and outside the city in the distance, there was a ticking and dada charging horn.

"Reinforcements, reinforcements are finally here." Wan Chuanjun muttered, and then his eyes went black and fell to the ground.

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The smoke of history slowly dissipated from the old man's eyes, and the old man's thoughts finally returned to reality.

"When I woke up again, I was already lying in the field hospital of the headquarters, with more than 7,000 people in the whole division, more than 7,000 people, and I was the only one who survived, miserable!" The old man choked up, emotionally stroking the names engraved on the martyrs' monument, and vaguely, the faces that were once extremely familiar came to life from the distant memory.

"When I die, you must bring my ashes back here and bury them here." Finally, the old man said meaningfully to the two young people behind him, "After so many years, I should also report to the master's seat." After speaking, the old man saluted the martyr's monument again, and at this moment, the old man's posture was so heroic!"