Around half past three in the morning. Even in June, the temperature is still very low. During this season, fishermen who make a living from fishing will choose to go down the river during the day, even if they go out fishing. Today, though, is destined to be an exception. Awakened by the earth-shattering explosions, the fishermen were surprised to find that thousands of boats were racing on the river at this time on the Jiajiang River on Mianchuan Island - even during the fishing season, such a scene would not be seen very often. Then, when they discovered their own fishing boats and the "devil soldiers" who had stolen their fishing boats, they turned pale with horror and hurried home, fearing that they might get into trouble because of watching.

Even if they were willing to be shrunken turtles and good citizens, the Japanese would not let them go, because they were simply a gang of robbers, and the ultimate purpose of coming to China was to rob them of the fruits of their hard work.

Once, Qian Tai, the company commander of a company of the 301st Regiment, also thought so. At that time, the Xuebing Army had just formed a brigade and had just begun to build Baiyangdian, and he was just an ordinary fisherman who had lived on the edge of Baiyangdian for generations. He had always thought that the war was a soldier's business, and that it had nothing to do with him, a kind fisherman, until - this scene Qian Tai still remembers clearly, not only because it was the first time he saw the legendary ghost soldier, but also because his daughter-in-law, who had only been married to him for only three days, bit her tongue and committed suicide on that day because she could not bear the rape of the Japanese.

If Qian Tai joined the Cadet Army just to avenge his daughter-in-law, now, he has regarded it as his lifelong mission. "There is nothing wrong with kindness, but to distinguish the object and deal with robbers like little devils, kindness will only put us, our families, and even our country into a situation from which we will never recover. Why should we pick up guns and resolutely resist? Because we want to protect our families and protect our country......" This sentence naturally came from Ouyang Yun's mouth, at that time, Qian Tai had just joined the cadet army, and Ouyang Yun was also teaching night classes at the military academy at that time. These words were actually said by Ouyang Yun when he was chatting with the recruits after the lecture, but he was firmly remembered by Qian Tai.

At this moment, he remembered these words again, just because he remembered his old life again - under the bright magnesium light, one after another speeding fishing boats evoked the most reluctant memories in his heart, and the bloody appearance of his daughter-in-law stimulated his nerves, even in the rumbling grenade explosion, he still clearly heard the words she muttered: "Taizi, I didn't embarrass you......"

"Xiaoqin, I won't embarrass you!" Qian Tai muttered, looking up at the river, something like fire burning in his eyes.

In the Wu family's big house, Okamura Ninji stood straight at the gate of the big house, watching batch after batch of soldiers walking towards the riverside, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said to the chief of staff Machihisa Yoshichi standing behind him: "In this battle, only victory is allowed, not defeat!" Then, he turned and waved, and soon an armored car drove over. The car door opened, and after Okamura stepped on his left foot, he stopped, looked at Machikurayoshi and said, "I'll go to the front line now, and at five o'clock, I'll be waiting for you on Cotton Boat Island!" ”

Machikurayoshi looked solemn and said, "Your Excellency!? ”

Gangcun seemed to know what he wanted to say, waved his hand and said, "That's it!" "Then under the escort of two staff officers, bowed down and got into the armored car. Soon, the convoy centered on this armored car fell behind the large force and drove towards the river. Machikura Yoshimu sent the convoy away, then walked into the headquarters and said to a staff officer: "From now on, the artillery is under my command!" I now issue the first order, the 11th Heavy Artillery Brigade, the 106th Heavy Artillery Brigade are now transferred to position No. 2; Mountain artillery units were on standby. ”

"Hay!" The staff officer replied loudly and ran to the communications room next door.

On the surface of the Jiajiang River, the river wind became stronger and stronger, which made many Japanese soldiers subconsciously shrink their bodies. In the direction of Shengzhou, at the bow of a relatively large fishing boat on the left, a group of Japanese soldiers surrounded a Shaozuo, but they still stood straight, and even the Japanese officers and soldiers on several boats next to them couldn't help but think maliciously when they saw it: Stand so straight, be careful to fall into the river to feed the fish.

This group of Japanese officers and soldiers had one thing in common, that is, they all wore a streamer with the words "Long Martial Luck" on their foreheads. In the middle of the white streamer is the national flag of Japan, and on either side of the national flag are the words "Muto" and "Nagaku". The leading young man is named Takada Sugeo, about thirty years old, very athletic, with a pair of triangular eyes half-squinted, which reveals a trace of cold light from time to time.

Just half an hour ago, Sugio Takada was still unknown, however, since he was personally tied by Yamamuro Sotake's own streamer of "Wuyun Long", at this moment, he has become the most glorious one of the entire river-crossing troops. Not everyone has the right to wear this kind of streamer, because according to the tradition of the Japanese army, only brave warriors who go on very difficult tasks are worthy of wearing this kind of ribbon to show the martial luck of His Majesty the Emperor. And once the person wearing this streamer dies in battle, he will be able to enter the shrine's shrine and enjoy the incense after death - this is the ultimate dream of many Japanese soldiers, but what they can finally get is to be engraved on a certain wooden board and set up in a corner of the so-called "shrine".

Closer to the shore, the sound of grenade explosions has begun to thin out. Large-caliber mortars, although they have a longer range than small-caliber ones, are also limited. As the troops crossing the river are about to land on the opposite bank, it will be a joke if they continue to use mortars and may injure their own people.

The explosions finally stopped, but the neighing of the Type 92 heavy machine gun rang out. Some of the river-crossing boats organized by the Japanese army existed as firing points. These fishing boats are small, often carrying only four or five people, and they are perfect for use as machine-gun platforms.

As soon as the gunfire of the Type 92 heavy machine gun rang out, the originally dead and silent Cotton Boat Island came back to life. Just about seven or eight hundred meters from the river, some camouflage helmets poked out of the crater, followed by a swarthy muzzle.

As the lookout soldiers shouted, the trainees who had long been ready for battle loaded their bullets and buckled their grenades in their hands, while the mortar gunners were ready to carry out the shelling - boxes of grenades were moved out of the dugout, and the gunners squatted on the left and right of the mortars, grasping a grenade with both hands, but their eyes were fixed on the commander, ready to throw the grenade into the barrel at any time.

After withstanding the heavy shelling, the cadets were finally able to fight back, and although the enemy was far outnumbered by their imagination, they did not feel the slightest fear. The blood of their comrades-in-arms has ignited the anger in their hearts, and in the next time, they will continue to walk with the blood of their brothers, even if they lose their lives!