Corleone became Huang Ying's godfather and can be regarded as Huang Ying's other father. The ceremony was held in the church, and Huang Ying embraced Christianity, was baptized, and took an oath before God.

This is also an exception in the history of the mafia, because the godfather of the Italian is not exactly the same as the godfather in the ordinary sense, and it also contains the meaning of elders, etc., and it is rare for outsiders to think that the godfather. However, no one objected, and everyone knew what this matter meant to the Corleone family.

Although he is not a complete mafia, Huang Ying is also Corleone's godson in such a form, and on the second day of this ceremony, the old man Corleone found the local Japanese in New York to talk to them, and politely persuaded them not to beat the idea of his godson, otherwise the consequences would be very serious.

The Japanese did not form a large-scale gang in New York, but there were still some Japanese snakeheads, martial arts associations and other organizations in the local area, and the Corleone family came forward, so these organizations naturally did not dare to do it easily, plus Huang Ying's identity could not be determined in the first place, they were just more disgusted by Huang Ying's anti-Japanese remarks, so there was a lot less threat to Huang Ying.

Huang Ying knew that all this was the result of the operation of her father on the other side of the ocean, and thinking of this, she felt even more that she should publicize the hardships and justice of the war against Japan, and awaken more people to support China's War of Resistance!

Huang Ying and many classmates formed a alumni association in the United States, including not only Columbia University, but also Chinese students at Harvard University, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, University of Pennsylvania and other universities.

When Huang Ying and his classmates were carrying out patriotic propaganda on the other side of the ocean, his younger brother Huang Zheng had already arrived in an unprecedented environment for him.

After several months of fierce fighting in Shanghai, both sides suffered considerable losses, and the Japanese army still did not occupy Shanghai at the cost of tens of thousands of casualties. Now the fighting has completely heated up, large-scale engagements have rarely occurred, and the main forces of the two sides have completely entered a state of confrontation and street fighting.

The streets that used to be bustling with traffic have been replaced by staggered firepower points, full of sandbags, horse rejection and other fortifications, and the streets and smelly ditches are piled up with disorganized items and untreated corpses. The carcasses of people and animals stenched with decay, but fortunately it was winter, otherwise the plague here would not have been controlled.

As far as the eye can see, there is rarely a complete building in Shiliyangchang except for the concession area. The whole of Shanghai is a battlefield, and the sound of guns and cannons is endless. Walking in the city, it is rare to see citizens, the figures on the streets are sometimes seen are soldiers wearing steel helmets and carrying guns, death happens every day, Shanghai has become a meat grinder of war except for the concession area......

It was under such circumstances that Huang Zheng came to the battlefield in Shanghai.

It had been more than 10 days since the troops had been dispatched from their garrisons, and they had carried out simple repairs in Nanjing, Suzhou, and so on, and the further they went, the more they felt the oppression of the war.

Arriving in Shanghai, Huang Zheng's unit officially took over from the Songhu Armed Police Corps, which had been fighting here for several months.

The soldiers who went to the battlefield in Shanghai all knew that the Songhu Armed Police was a unit, and that they had just started fighting in Shanghai and Japan until now, and other units had changed a few times, and they had not withdrawn from the battlefield in a structured manner except for replenishing part of their troops.

Such a hard-headed unit makes the soldiers have a special respect for them!

Soldiers worship the strong, young people have idol feelings, and Huang Zheng is no exception.

When he was in the Soviet Red Army, he was influenced by the Slavs and the heroism of the Soviet Red Army, and admired from the bottom of his heart those real men who shed their blood on the battlefield for the independence of the country and the freedom of the people. It is precisely because of this that he has been paying attention to the war between China and Japan in China all the time, and he has paid more attention to it, so he naturally knows that the Songhu armed police force, of course, also knows that they have an unruly commander Sun Liren.

In Huang Zheng's view, a man should throw blood on the battlefield.

However, it was different from what Huang Zheng imagined, on the way to the pick-up point, he saw that the officers and soldiers who had withdrawn from the front line still had the slightest bit of high spirits, and all the officers and soldiers were expressionless, and they all looked like old men in the twilight.

They lined up in a long line, some of them more than a dozen people crammed into armored vehicles or tank cars, and some sat in the compartment of the truck and slept with their faces covered with steel helmets. Along the way, I rarely saw people frolicking, let alone their pride as heroes, but they looked at the group of soldiers below without expression.

I think this is the expression of life and death after being accustomed to life and death on the battlefield! Huang Zheng thought so. Thinking about it, their company had already arrived at the defense area.

Huang Zheng and their company defense area is a girls' school in Zhabei, but at this time, except for a few official books of "XX Girls' School" outside the door, it is difficult to connect this place with a school. There is no one in the school for a long time, the desks and benches in the classrooms have all been dismantled and made of fortifications, the windows of the school are all made of bricks, leaving only a small shooting hole, the highest water tower has become a machine gun fortification and lookout point, there are barbed wire and other obstacles around the side of the devils, the air is filled with gunsmoke and the smell of blood, everything here tells you that this is a real battlefield.

Hearing that the troops were coming, out of the school office came a captain dressed in a muddy military uniform, he was wearing an armed police training uniform, in fact, there was no difference from the Wehrmacht training uniform, but after a long time on the battlefield, the color changed slightly.

He took the steel helmet off his head and looked at Zhang Shunshui vigilantly. After checking Zhang Shunshui's appointment and identity, he and Zhang Shunshui made a simple handover procedure.

The handover process was very fast, the soldiers did not bring anything except some weapons and dry food, he roared his brothers to gather, and when all the soldiers had gathered, he shouted a salute, and everyone saluted forward.

Huang Zheng didn't know who these soldiers were saluting, could it be the Japanese army on the other side?

But the next captain's words made Huang Zheng understand, and the captain shouted in the direction of the battlefield at the top of his voice: "Brothers, let's go!" You're going all the way, too! ”

Huang Zheng understood that they were saluting the brothers who had sacrificed, although he didn't know how many people had died in their squad since the start of the war in Songhu. How brutal was the battle scenario? But Huang Ke can see the loneliness of returning from a hundred battles in their eyes, and he can also feel the cruelty of the battle from the walls full of craters.

After a simple handover, the captain and Zhang Shunshui saluted each other, and after such a simple form, the handover procedures were completed. Then the captain withdrew in line with his remaining twenty or so men.

"Devils like to shoot cold guns, you should pay attention, don't mess around if you have nothing to do!" The captain walked to the door and looked back and spoke.

"Hey!" Zhang Shunshui waved at him.

The captain looked back and smiled.

As if to verify what the captain said, after dinner that night, a small soldier in Huang Zheng's platoon was shot on the front line. The soldier everyone called him Xiao Mao, eighteen years old this year, a new recruit, before he was shot, he went to the river on the other side of the school to fetch water, but he didn't want the devil to shoot cold.

After hearing the gunshot, the brothers here also fired at each other, and the machine gun fire point spat out the tongue of fire, so that the devil soldier who shot the cold gun did not dare to show his head again, Huang Zheng took a few soldiers to drag Xiao Mao back.

When he dragged it back, Xiao Mao was covered in blood, the blood from the wound on his neck was still gurgling out, and his mouth was constantly panting, Huang Zheng hurriedly pressed his neck with a bandage, and shouted "Medical soldier!" Medic! ”

The medics soon came, and he pressed the wound on Xiao Mao's neck with gauze, and the gauze was quickly soaked. The medical soldier covered another piece of gauze, he took the hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on it, the bleeding seemed to have stopped a little, and the medical soldier frowned after doing a simple treatment: "Send it to the field hospital of the division headquarters!" ”

Zhang Shunshui drove out the only three-wheeled motorcycle in the company, found a skilled soldier and took Xiaomao to the field hospital.

This is the first time Huang Zheng has experienced the battlefield, and he feels an indescribable vibration in his heart, bloody, really bloody! Then the life that is jumping around is almost gone, and there are probably several bowls of those bloody ones.

"Wu Biao, a few of you come here!" When Huang Zheng was in reverie, he heard the company commander Zhang Shunshui yelling over there, he hurriedly walked over to see what was going on, but saw Zhang Shunshui walking up to Wu Biao with a black face.

Wu Biao and the others stood there with their heads down, not daring to look up at Zhang Shunshui.

"Say, what's the matter?" Zhang Shunshui asked in a low voice with a large wide-brimmed cowhide belt in one hand.

Everyone was silent, afraid to say a word more.

"I ......" Wu Biao lowered his head and said very annoyedly: "Company commander, I didn't know that the little devil would shoot cold there, if I knew how could I let Xiao Mao go to wash our feet?" ”

Wu Biao was crying and explaining, Huang Zheng understood, it turned out that these people bullied Xiao Mao and asked Xiao Mao to go to the river at night to wash their feet, which was the cold shot of the devil. Now Xiao Mao's life and death are uncertain, thinking that it was because of these soldiers bullying the recruits, Huang Zheng suppressed a wave of anger in his heart!

"!" Zhang Shunshui raised his leg and kicked Wu Biao, and Rao is a strong man like Wu Biao was also kicked back a few steps and almost fell, but he quickly stood back in place and stood straight, like a javelin.

"Platoon Commander Zhao!" Zhang Shunshui shouted at Huang Zheng, in order to imitate the leak, Huang Zheng changed his name when he got out of the army, and his mother Zhao Xiaowan's surname was Zhao Zheng, so they all called him Zhao Platoon Commander.

"Soldiers are your soldiers, leave it to you!" After Zhang Shunshui finished speaking, he waved his hand and left, leaving only Wu Biao, who was standing straight, and a few people with him.