Rise From Eight Hundred

"I remember it very clearly. It was November 7, just after dawn!"

The old soldier sat on an old rattan chair, looking up, trying to keep the tears from his eyes from falling on his face.

"The signalman of the division rode the division commander's horse and ran wildly in the paddy field to inform the soldiers and civilians along the way that the battle in Songjiang was urgent. The whole army abandoned all heavy equipment and evacuated quickly."

"But how to speed up! There was only one road, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and various vehicles, horses, artillery, and countless refugees. Looking from the back to the front, it was like a big river. A river made of people could travel 40 miles a day, which was the best.

But the most terrible thing was not the crowds, but the Japanese planes. As soon as the alarm sounded, all the people jumped off the road and hid in the fields, and the Japanese planes came.

Not far from me, there was a couple. The woman was pregnant and the man was carrying a load. One end was bedding and belongings, and the other end was a child under two years old.

The Japanese planes had already started to dive from high altitude. Based on my experience, they would drop bombs first and then use machine guns to shoot. However, the couple obviously had no experience in facing enemy planes. They were still trying to trudge through the fields, hoping to get away from the road, thinking that it would be safer.

I desperately shouted at them to lie down. They heard me and stopped, but it was too late. The bombs dropped by the Japanese plane landed fifty meters away, and the terrible air wave directly blew the couple away.

The Japanese plane that dropped the bomb flew forward and was temporarily safe. I ran over and the husband had died on the spot. At the moment the bomb exploded, he should have stood in front of his wife, and the pregnant woman subconsciously hugged the child in the basket.

The pregnant woman still had a breath, I desperately called her, she can't die, if she died, it would be one corpse and two lives, no, one corpse and three lives, there is still a child less than two years old, he is still alive, he is crying for his mother.

But she died after all, before she died, her eyes were staring at me, I knew what she meant, she was begging me, not to save her, she wanted me to take her child away, don't abandon him.

She is not my person, but when I saw her pleading eyes before she died, I cried, really cried loudly, even when all my comrades in a squad died in the battle and I was alone on the road of retreat, I didn't cry like that.

Because my home is in North China, the Japanese are already there, will my mother, wife and sisters be like me? Was this woman also killed by the Japanese plane? My son, did anyone save him?

I don't know, I was just a soldier at that time, I could only vent my worries and sorrows with tears. Until an officer whipped me hard with a horse whip and told me that war doesn't believe in tears, if you are a man, stand up and fight back to North China.

He was right, I carried my two-year-old child on my back, and went south and north along the road full of death with a few friends from the same hometown until I met our team. I didn't think about what the future would be like, I only had one thought, I want to guard my hometown, my parents, wife and children.

You see, the days now are so good! "

The old soldier closed his eyes, although his face was full of tears, but he finally smiled with satisfaction.

Tang Dao knew that because his wish came true, he not only guarded his parents, wife and children, but also his hometown and the entire country.

However, those sorrows are still a hurdle in his heart, a hurdle that is difficult to overcome.

Coming to this time and space, perhaps many things can be forgotten, but it is difficult for Tang Dao to forget the old soldier's tearful smile. Tears are left in this era, and smiles are left for tomorrow.

Perhaps, there is a cause and effect for the little butterfly to come here.

As the army of the future and the army of the present, Tang Dao knows that he may not be able to prevent the whole tragedy from happening, but he can also make the Japanese army heartbroken. Last time in the Sihang Warehouse, now, Songjiang is also a good choice.

This is the real reason why Tang Dao must go south to Songjiang with the 43rd Army.

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The military order came down quickly. As the vanguard of the whole army, the Sihang Camp and the two infantry companies led by Lao Wang immediately went to Songjiang.

The Sihang Camp was already in a combat state, with two shoulders carrying a head and guns on their backs. There was nothing to pack. Most of the heavy weapons were issued to the 26th Division, but several trucks were left empty.

The empty trucks were naturally requisitioned by Lao Wang. There were about 200 people, filling up five trucks. The 98 people from the Fourth Battalion were also squeezed into three trucks. The other two trucks were naturally loaded with various heavy equipment and ammunition.

As for food, each person carried a pound and a half of fried rice, which was the standard food for the entire army for three days. It couldn't be simpler, but it made Lao Wang and his subordinates smile.

This was already a good meal, at least it could barely fill their stomachs. In the past few days, due to the lack of baggage supplies, the 43rd Army had an average of less than two taels of rice per day. For breakfast, one person came with a can of Japanese beef canned food, which was enough to last until the afternoon.

The five wounded soldiers of the Fourth Battalion stayed in the camp with more than 200 wounded soldiers of the 43rd Army, ready to retreat at any time, which reduced some worries.

Although the trucks had a much heavier load, the Japanese baggage trains all had spare fuel on board. It was estimated that running seven or eight more round trips would not be a big problem, let alone a trip to Songjiang, which was only ten kilometers away from here.

They were afraid of Japanese planes. If they saw the convoy dropping a few bombs, with the current density of the crew, they would almost be wiped out.

Looking at the convoy where people were so crowded that the shock absorbers of the trucks were creaking, Tang Dao was still worried about this problem, but Lao Wang was not worried at all: "Going to Songjiang, a dead end, it's the same whether you die early or late. If you are killed by Japanese planes, you can only blame your bad luck. Instead of worrying here, it's better to get on the road early."

There is no big truth, but he is open-minded enough about life and death.

The convoy set off in the morning sun.

The straight-line distance between the 43rd Army's base and Songjiang is only 11 kilometers. Although the trucks are packed with personnel and materials, they are slow.

But at 8 o'clock, not long after the sun jumped out of the horizon, Tang Dao and Lao Wang were already standing side by side in front of the gate of the ancient city of Songjiang.

The Japanese pilots may have missed the opportunity to leave hundreds of Chinese soldiers who were going to die on the road because they slept late.

Songjiang City should have been notified long ago. The city gate was wide open. A middle-aged man wearing a tweed officer's uniform, long boots, glasses, a mustache, and a team of people had come out to greet them from afar.

Although it was just the Songjiang Security Corps, not a regular army, the rank of major general on his collar badge was not false.

Tang Dao and Lao Wang were the first to salute.

The man returned a not-so-regular salute, first glanced at the hundreds of people jumping off the convoy with hope, and then looked into the distance. Obviously, he did not see the billowing smoke and dust following the large group of people.

"Brothers, which unit are you from?" Wang Gongyu, the inspector of the third administrative district of Su Province, the magistrate of Songjiang County, and the commander of the Songjiang Security Corps, who had been introduced by an adjutant, asked eagerly.

"43rd Army 26th Division!"

"Fourth Camp!"

When these two numbers came out, Commissioner Wang was absolutely confused at that moment.

Where did the 43rd Army come from? What is the Four Camp?

The 43rd Army belongs to the Sichuan Army, a faction that is famous in China for being a bully. It is not well-known. The battle of Dachang Town is famous, but it is limited to the war zone and not well-known nationwide. The Four-Line Camp is even more so. It has a very awesome title, but it is just an infantry battalion, which makes people feel sad.

Especially, when the Japanese army is about to attack.

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