Rise From Eight Hundred

Big tears flowed down the soldier's face, which was blackened by the smoke, making his face, which was already swollen and ugly due to friction, even more shocking.

Big tears slid across his face, dripped onto his clothes, and soaked his dirty military uniform.

He was so sad that a lot of snot bubbles came out, like a poor child.

But no one laughed at him.

The two generals looked serious, Tang Dao looked solemn, and Tan Tai Ming Yue had tears in her eyes. As soldiers, they could all feel the soldier's extreme sadness.

No one persuaded him, everyone was waiting, waiting for a soldier to finish crying.

After crying for a stick of incense, the soldier, who had vented his sadness, wiped his face, which was already covered with tears and snot, with his sleeve, tried his best to stand up, stand straight, and salute the two generals and Tang Dao.

"Report to the commander, the orderly of the 367th Regiment of the 62nd Division, Qiang Sanwa, has been ordered to report the battle report of Jinshan County to Songjiang County."

"Yes! You said!" Lieutenant General Wu raised his hand to return the greeting.

"Jinshan County was lost in the evening of November 5! Please prepare to fight the Japanese invaders." Private Qiang Sanwa continued to report.

The two lieutenant generals and Tang Dao looked at each other in surprise. This information was not only unexpected but also too important to them.

The defenders of Jinshan County held out for an afternoon before they fell?

You know, the beach defense can last for a morning because the Japanese army cannot deploy a large number of troops, and the landing battle is advantageous to the defenders.

But when the Japanese landing battle was victorious, the Japanese army that landed had to rush to Jinshan County not far away by at least a brigade or even more.

Jinshan County is located in a remote area, and the wall protection cannot be compared with Songjiang, a city that once served as a prefectural city. The garrison is said to be only an infantry regiment, and it is a regiment that has not been supplemented after participating in the Battle of Shanghai.

The regiment has been disconnected from its division since it sent a telegram in the afternoon about the failure of the Jinshanwei beach defense battle, so the theater command has no way to inform the Songjiang front about the military situation in the Jinshan direction on the afternoon of November 5.

Everyone can only think that they have been defeated at that time and the regiment has lost the ability to communicate. Unexpectedly, they persisted until the evening before their positions were broken. This battle report brought by oral message is really surprising.

Of course, the accident is far less important than this battle report to the Chinese side.

Tang Dao began to calculate frantically in his mind.

If Jinshan County was lost only in the evening, it means that the main force of the Japanese army would never have time to march to Songjiang overnight.

There is only a simple road from Jinshan County to Songjiang County by land. If they encounter an ambush during the night march, they will undoubtedly be killed.

If you want to quickly deploy troops, you can only go by water, but the Huangpu River at this time is not so abundant in water. Large ships with a draft of several meters cannot enter it. At most, only small gunboats or light destroyers can enter the Huangpu River waterway.

The troops that can be deployed in that way are also limited.

Perhaps, this can also be used to make a fuss on both sides of the Huangpu River.

Of course, making a fuss about the waterway is only secondary. The most important thing is that if the main force of the Japanese army dares not march at night, it means that Songjiang has gained another daytime. This is not only beneficial to the Chinese officers and soldiers who are still doing their best to build fortifications on the front line of Songjiang, but also a life-saving straw for the hundreds of thousands of troops who have already swarmed onto the only road.

Tang Dao almost saw the eyes of the two lieutenant generals flashing at the same time.

What Tang Dao can think of, the veteran soldier who has been in the army for more than 20 years can naturally think of more.

Perhaps these suddenly extra twelve hours can save the lives of thousands of Chinese people.

Although Tang Dao knew that in the past, the Japanese army also arrived in Songjiang almost at the same time as the 67th Army in the evening of the 6th, but the 67th Army, which arrived too late, had no way to inform the theater headquarters of the specific arrival time of the Japanese army on the night of the 5th.

The Huxi Army, which did not know the situation on the Songjiang front line, could only retreat regardless of the consequences, resulting in the entire road being blocked into a mess during the day on November 6. The Japanese fighter planes dropped bombs almost recklessly, and after their mentality completely collapsed, it eventually led to a tragic scene.

But now it is different. The Songjiang frontline command, which learned the battle report from the Jinshanwei front line, can completely inform the theater headquarters that the landing Japanese army was blocked in Jinshanwei for a whole day on the 5th. Even if they marched quickly, they would not arrive in Songjiang until the afternoon of the 6th at the earliest.

The time suddenly increased by 12 hours compared to what those panicked generals imagined should make them feel a little more at ease, so that they would not abandon their heavy equipment and abandon their wounded soldiers and flee like before!

Of course, the premise of all this is that the front-line battle report from Jinshan County is absolutely true, and it is related to the safety of hundreds of thousands of people at a time point, so there is no room for any omissions.

Even if the Hunan Army soldier in front of him is more than 95% true in terms of his identity and performance.

"Since Jinshan County has been lost, in which direction are your regiment headquarters and the retreating troops retreating? Why don't you use the field radio to report the battle situation to the division headquarters? How can our army support them?" Lieutenant General Guo looked at the corporal who was trying to stand straight but was still trembling slightly, and asked questions continuously.

"The radio station was hit by heavy artillery as early as when the Japanese army began to attack the county, and Chief of Staff Zheng and the communications platoon were all killed. I just followed the regiment commander to the front line and survived." The corporal's swollen face twitched violently, and he answered with difficulty.

There was silence in the house.

"Also, sir, don't bother to respond." The superior soldier bit his back molars, his face twisted to a ferocious expression, before he could answer the last question asked by Lieutenant General Guo. "When I left Jinshan County, I saw from a distance that the regiment headquarters at the county school in Jinshan County was bombed. Before I left, the regiment leader asked me to prepare three boxes of grenades for him."

Silence, there was silence in the headquarters.

The meaning of Qiang Sanwa was naturally very clear to the three soldiers.

Don't bother to respond, the whole group will be destroyed naturally.

"Before leaving, Tuanzuo gave this to me in order to prove my identity and leave a message for Mrs. Tuanzuo." Qiang Sanwa took out a small red cloth wrapped in sweat-soaked clothes from his arms. Small parcel.

Tantai Mingyue took it.

Gently take it apart, layer by layer.

Inside were two pieces of colonel's collar badges and a piece of paper that was supposed to be a temporary piece of writing.

The colonel's collar badge was naturally a relic of the colonel commander who was determined to live and die with the position. With the two lieutenant generals' familiarity with the military ranks, they knew at a glance that it was definitely not a forgery.

But this still doesn't prove anything.

Perhaps that handwritten letter is the key.

When Tantai Mingyue received Lieutenant General Wu's signal to open the somewhat messy folded letter, the smell of blood assaulted her nostrils. The words that had dried to dark brown clearly showed the original material of the 'ink'.

Tantai Mingyue's hand trembled slightly.

It was a letter written in blood.

A letter written in blood.

There are a lot of words, but they seem a bit messy. It shows to people who read this letter that the writer tried his best to keep calm when writing this letter but failed in the end.

Thinking about it, knowing that the position was about to be breached and that the army colonel, who had decided to stay and fight to the death, thought about the person he wanted to fight with, his mood was still uncontrollably agitated.

"Read it!" Lieutenant General Wu roared in a low voice.

"Dear He, this is the book of farewell!" Tantai Mingyue's hands, holding the blood book, trembled slightly again.