Three days ago, Nanjing, Shuiximen Military Prison.

In the central square of the prison stood hundreds of prisoners in tattered military uniforms, although they were soldiers who had committed crimes, but they still maintained the basic quality of soldiers, and the whole team did not look so messy.

"I am Peng Shan, commander of the 11th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, and Chief Chen of the Ministry of Military Affairs told me that there are a group of veterans here, veterans who fought bravely, and let me take you to the battlefield to fight the Japanese, earn military merits, and clear your name. So, here I am! ”

On the high platform in front, Peng Shan, who was dressed in lieutenant general's uniform, looked at the megaphone with a solemn expression, he was not very satisfied with this group of so-called veterans, if it were not for the request of the old commander Chen Cheng, he was not ready to come here to waste time.

"Rape, robbery, escape...... charges kept spewing out of the frowning Peng Shan's mouth, he had no mercy for these soldiers, in his heart, the scum of these armies should be tried by military law and punished on the spot.

"You trash, if I were to judge, I wouldn't be able to escape the sword; But some people have interceded with you, thinking that you are veterans of the battlefield, and asked you to sacrifice your lives on the battlefield against the Japanese to save your filthy souls......"

"Now, your opportunity has come, from today onwards, you are a member of the 11th Division's death battalion, you must be the first in every battle, and you will be the last in every retreat! Dare to die and dare to fight, can live, greedy for life and afraid of death, cowering, fleeing from the battle, and will die! This is where you end up - the death camp. Of course, in my army, if you violate the military law again, you will not have the opportunity to enter here again, and all of them will be corrected on the spot, and I very much look forward to you coming to challenge whether the sword of the 11th Division Supervision Team is sharp and whether the bullets of the flower mechanism are sufficient......"

"Tomorrow, I will come here again, willing to accept the reorganization, enter the 11th Division death camp, wash up and change into a military uniform, and prepare to go to the battlefield."

"High Adjutant!"

Peng Shan shouted loudly,

"Here!"

A young captain officer stood up from behind the high platform, and after a standard military salute, waited for Peng Shan's order.

"You stay here, give them a good lecture on the rules, and leave on time tomorrow at twelve o'clock at noon!"

"Yes!"

After Peng Shan finished speaking, he refused lunch in the military prison and left the military prison in stride, this place, he didn't like it.

"Company commander, Nanjing Military Academy is a good place! How did this young man still become a deserter? They come out as officers, and they don't have to rush to the front when they fight, and they can become regiment commanders in two years, and they have money and guns! Is this man sick in the head? ”

Inside the carriage, the officers sitting around the company commander Chen Sheng spoke.

As an officer sent by the 11th Division, whether it was supervising the battle or directing them to fight, there must be more than one company commander, and it was the platoon commander of this company who spoke, with a mouthful of big yellow teeth, took out a crumpled cigarette from the bag, put it on his nose and smelled it, and then carefully stroked the crumpled cigarette, and did not seem to give other officers any smoke.

"Why did he become a deserter, how do I know, don't ask around, labor and management will definitely tell you if you know; However, his number of kills as many as a hundred, and the test of three bloody battles are not so easy to pass; Now it's about fighting the Japanese, not bandits; The Japanese are not so easy to fight, and the Northeast Army has hundreds of thousands of people who have not been kicked out of their homes? ”

The company commander sighed, as if he was mourning for his fate, why did he have such an errand? Death battalion company commander? It's nominally a level, but this is to send yourself to death!

"Let's go!"

The second row with big yellow teeth leaned in front of the oil lamp, lifted the hood, lit a cigarette, and the strong smell of inferior tobacco wafted through the carriage.

"Chen Sheng, this Feng Yi will let you go, you don't need to take special care; His marksmanship is accurate, and he was also excellent in his studies when he was in military school, as long as he doesn't run backwards, leave him alone! Chen Sheng remembered the battalion commander's explanation before getting into the car,

"Excellent military cadet, sent here to be a big soldier? Evil Door! Chen Sheng muttered, then leaned his head against the wall of the carriage, trying his best to think......

"Whew, Whew......"

Obviously, this kind of profound question is not something that his elm head can figure out, and soon, the company commander of this death company fell asleep, and let the train shake, but the more he fell asleep, the deeper he slept.

The train transporting troops to Shanghai is no better than the passenger train, with chairs, windows and toilets, and it is full of freight cars; The stuffy tanker is good, at least there is no sun or rain, and it is the worst to be assigned to open trucks or even flatbed trucks loaded with baggage, and the wind alone can blow people into raisins, at least these people can stare in the carriage for a while.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The regular collision of the wheels and the rails, the creaking and twisting of the carriage and the whistling of the wind have been echoing in the carriage, as the roar gradually entered the carriage, Chen Sheng finally woke up, he knew that the battlefield was approaching, and he was about to get off the train, and their destination this time was Shanghai, but they were fighting with the Japanese.

"Poof!"

With a fart sound, the kicking train stopped.

"Bang Dang"

The heavy carriage slide door was opened, and the cool breeze woke everyone in the carriage, the sky was already white, and the white water vapor released by the steam locomotive floated on the dim platform from time to time, and a large mass of diffuse drifted on the platform.

"Get out of the car! All regiments are assembled in place according to the formation and stand by! No noise! Stand by ...... No noise......"

The roars of the gendarmes were heard on the platform, and the miserable white armbands worn on the arms of the gendarmes indicated their identity.

"Strap your rifle and get out of the car and assemble!"

Chen Sheng stood up in the carriage and shouted loudly, so that these soldiers who had been sleeping all the way quickly woke up.

Feng Ye slowly stood up, stretched his waist fiercely, looked at the platform wet with dew under his feet, and looked around, soldiers kept jumping out of the surrounding carriages.

Throwing the M1924 Mauser rifle in his hand behind his shoulder, he tightened the small bag on his back and jumped out of the compartment, the two bayonets on his leggings reflecting a miserable white light.

Unlike Feng Yi, most of the soldiers in the death camp used medium formal rifles, and of course, there were dozens of Hanyang-made rifles; The 11th Division is a descendant of the Central Army, and hundreds of rifles are still difficult for Chen Cheng, Chairman Jiang's red man; Originally, it was to be equipped with all Chinese formal rifles, but many veterans were used to Hanyang-made, and dozens of Hanyang-made rifles appeared; As for the M1924 rifle imported from Germany on Feng Ye's back, this is even more irrelevant; Because there was a small mirror on it, no one in the Chinese military liked it, so when Feng asked for it, he effortlessly got one.