Feng Shengfa sat on the stone grinder in the courtyard and was silently smoking.

He hadn't said a word since last night, either leaning back in his chair and smiling, or sitting on a stone grinder in the courtyard smoking, without eating or drinking water.

Yang Shaoren walked in from outside and was about to report to Feng Shengfa, but was stopped by Deputy Division Commander He Lingxiao.

"Deputy division, the troops have withdrawn." Yang Shaoren looked at Feng Shengfa, who had a gloomy expression, and said in a low voice, "But the mood of the officers and soldiers is not optimistic, why don't you go and see them on behalf of the teacher?" ”

He Lingxiao snorted, followed Yang Shaoren and turned around and walked out the door.

At this time, the 18th Pei had fully taken over the defense of Wanjialing, and the reason why the remnants of the 58th Division were emotionally unstable was because of this incident, because the 18th Pei Zheng'er Bajing was a Cantonese army, and it was a unit based on the children of Shaoguan, which could be said to be Xue Yue's descendant, and He Lingxiao's speculation unfortunately became a fact.

Seeing He Lingxiao and Yang Shaoren coming out, several regiment leaders immediately surrounded them.

"Deputy Division, the 18th Pei came up to change the defense at this time, could it be that he wanted to steal the credit?"

"Deputy Master, 18th Pei, is this what you want? Want to pick peaches from our 58th Division? ”

"Damn, this food is too ugly, do these Cantonese guys want Yu?"

"Master, what about the teacher? I want to see the teacher, the teacher, you can't leave this matter ......"

was quarreled with by several regiment leaders, He Lingxiao's head was immediately bigger than two, and he yelled: "Enough, what are you arguing about, what is there to be noisy?" Why don't you think the teacher seat is not annoying enough? After a pause, He Lingxiao suppressed his anger and said, "The top priority is to stabilize the mood of the troops, the morale of the army cannot be chaotic, and the morale of the army cannot collapse."

Only then did the group leaders close their mouths and follow He Lingxiao out.

Passing through the front yard and walking out of the gate, there is a field outside, at this time the rice in the field has already been harvested, and the weeds on the field stalks have also turned yellow, and the remnants of the 58th Division who have withdrawn from the tip of the high mountain and the tip of the hourglass are sitting in groups on the field, many of them are still wounded, and the gauze wrapped around their heads is even oozing blood.

He Lingxiao roughly counted, and all the remnants of the soldiers together would be four or five hundred.

In this situation, He Lingxiao's eyes turned red all of a sudden, since the 58th Division became an army, how could it have been so miserable? Even in the most tragic Battle of Songhu, the losses of the 58th Division were not so heavy, many troops were exhausted in the Battle of Nanjing, and the 58th Division withdrew more than 4,000 people, but now, the 58th Division was beaten to only four or five hundred people

What made He Lingxiao's heart tremble even more was that many of the officers and soldiers were still from Zhuji, all of them were his He Lingxiao's fellow villagers, but he He Lingxiao brought them out at the beginning, He Lingxiao really didn't know, when he returned to his hometown in the future, how should he face the heartbroken father and fellow villagers, and how should he face the orphans and widows who were sobbing gloomily?

Yang Shaoren also sighed lightly and said in a low voice: "This time, our 58th Division is really disabled. ”

Among the remnants, Yang Shaoren found Xu 19 and the 19th team, in Yang Shaoren's impression, Xu 19 has always been energetic, always high-spirited, almost never seen him depressed and depressed, but now, Xu 19 has always lowered his head, even if Yang Shaoren walked up to him, he never raised his head.

There is also the "hard bone" brigade in Yang Shaoren's memory that cannot be defeated or dragged down, and at this moment, there are only a dozen remnants of Liao Liao left, including three female soldiers, a war correspondent, an old man and a teenager, and the remnants of the 19th Brigade can no longer see the momentum of self-sacrifice.

Gao Shenxing's head was held high, but from his eyes, Yang Shaoren felt a coldness, even colder than the cold morning in early winter.

In the first battle of Wanjialing, the 58th Division was not only physically disabled, but also mentally disabled.

Obviously, the fact that the headquarters of the L Corps did not send reinforcements to Wanjialing until Zuihou had greatly hurt the feelings of the officers and men of the 58th Division, which made them feel as if they had been abandoned, and if there was no reasonable explanation for this matter, or if the headquarters and corps headquarters did not express it, the 58th Division would probably collapse.

He Lingxiao walked among the remnants, stood on the highest field stalk, opened his throat and shouted: Brothers.

The remnants of the soldiers sitting in the fields in frustration were ignored, and in normal times, when the commanders appeared to reprimand, the officers and soldiers would definitely stand up in unison, but now, He Lingxiao shouted three times in a row, and still no one paid attention to him, He Lingxiao's prestige was still slightly worse than Feng Shengfa's, and the remnants who were full of resentment ignored him at all.

"Lift your head up for me," a majestic voice suddenly sounded.

I don't know when, Feng Shengfa has already come to the door, and he is glaring angrily at the dejected remnants.

Seeing Feng Shengfa appear, several regiment commanders and a few of the remaining soldiers suddenly howled, and the remnants of the soldiers who were originally depressed also became excited, just like the wronged children saw their parents, stood up one by one, and then consciously or unconsciously surrounded Feng Shengfa.

Feng Shengfa walked into the middle of the remnants with red eyes, patted the dust for this Zhengyi military hat, patted the dust for the other, and wiped the gunpowder smoke marks on his face for the next remnant soldier, and said: "Brothers, raise your heads, hold your chests up, don't hang your heads, let alone hang your heads, we are not defeated soldiers who have lost a battle." ”

"Master, this is not fair, why should the 18th Pei pick up ready-made."

"Master, we can't figure it out, we can't figure it out, brothers can't die in vain."

"Division, without our 58th Division, Wanjialing would have been lost long ago, and it can't be like this."

The eyes of the remnants of the soldiers were also red, and they complained about Feng Shengfa one by one, they didn't care about bloodshed, they didn't care about sacrifice, they didn't even care about the pension of the national government, the only thing they cared about was the affirmation of the people, what they were most afraid of was that they had fought, shed blood, and died, but Zuihou still had to be poked in the backbone by the people and scolded as deserters.

Feng Shengfa walked through the crowd, Zuihou walked up to the highest field stalk, looked condescendingly at the remnants of the soldiers who had gathered, and said in a loud voice: "Brothers, don't worry, it shouldn't be our 58th Division, we won't rob it, it should be our 58th Division, that's ours, as long as I, Feng Shengfa, still have a breath, no one will want to snatch it." ”

With Feng Shengfa's assurance, the mood of the remnants of the soldiers stabilized slightly.

"Now listen to me." Feng Shengfa said loudly, "All of them, turn to the left, walk in unison, and then next, your task is to return to the camp, eat, sleep, and nourish your physical strength to wait for a new combat mission."

(Dividing Line)

It was not only Feng Shengfa who was in a mood but had to fight hard to motivate the troops, but also Junrokuro Matsuura.

The sudden appearance of the 18th Pei at the Zuihou juncture brought a very big mental blow to the 10th Pei Regiment of small Japan, and even caused the 10th Pei Regiment to directly dispel the idea of breaking through, so Matsuura Junrokuro immediately demarcated the defense area for the four infantry wings, and began to repair the fortifications overnight in the area from Wanjialing to Changling, preparing to defend the position.

Junrokuro Matsuura greeted the officers and men of the various wings overnight, and when he returned to the division headquarters, it was already more than eight o'clock the next morning.

It was a cold, damp and gloomy morning, and the mist between the mountains and the dark clouds in the sky were entangled with each other, so oppressive that people couldn't breathe, but what made Matsuura Junrokuro's mood even heavier was the grim battlefield situation under his eyes, and the Chinese army that appeared near Wanjialing and Changling had exceeded ten main divisions

If it was only ten main divisions of the national army, Matsuura Junrokuro was actually not very afraid, as long as the logistics support was unimpeded, as long as the heavy equipment could keep up, the Matsuura division would dare to fight in the face of twenty national army divisions, but the bad thing was that the Matsuura division was alone this time, and there was neither heavy equipment nor logistical support.

Although the infantry wings of the Matsuura Division were already stepping up the construction of fortifications, Matsuura Junrokuro knew very well in his heart that the Matsuura Division would definitely not be able to hold out for long, and the most optimistic estimate was that it would be able to hold out for ten days, while the most pessimistic estimate was that the Matsuura Division would probably not be able to hold out for even three days.