The War of Resistance

For the Japanese troops who occupied Gaocheng, this was an unforgettable night.

I slept well for the first half of the night, snoring, gritting my teeth, farting, and having erotic dreams without any delay.

The second half of the night was no longer a question of how well they slept. Gunshots and grenade explosions rang out everywhere, and flares were launched into the sky. It lasted until dawn, but except for the twenty or thirty people who saw them killed and injured, A companion, but not even a shadow of a Chinese soldier could be seen.

However, actually saying this is not accurate.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, a Japanese soldier stood in the yard, and standing opposite him were a group of Japanese officers with livid faces.

The soldier's face could no longer be seen clearly. He had been slapped in the mouth, and his entire face was swollen and extremely fat.

Fat (pāng) is a Northeastern Chinese dialect, which actually means swollen.

The reason why his face became so fat was because he was beaten by Japanese army officers.

The Japanese have a tradition of slapping someone in the mouth. When someone slaps someone in the mouth, you must stand at attention and never hide. This is the rule of the Japanese, especially the so-called Imperial Army of Japan.

The reason why this Japanese soldier was beaten like this was because he was one of the soldiers of the Chinese army who saw a sneak attack on their Imperial Japanese Army, and he was the only one who survived.

That would be fine if he said that, but he just said that the Chinese soldiers who attacked their Imperial Japanese Army were not soldiers.

If you are not a soldier, what are you fighting for? He happened to say that it was a Chinese devil, wearing a black shirt in the middle, and his body was splattered with the red blood and white brains of the Japanese warriors, but he was holding a small hammer in his hand!

He also said that those soldiers who died in battle and were beaten to death in the house were beaten to death by being touched on the head with one hand and hammered with the other!

In his description, the Imperial Japanese Army encountered some kind of supernatural phenomenon, and the man wearing a black shirt around his waist and holding a small hammer seemed to be wandering next to the head of their Imperial Japanese Army. ghost!

Combined with the tragic death of those soldiers in the military camp that was attacked, wouldn't you say that this did not shake the morale of the army?

Therefore, the big-mouthed Japanese soldier known as "Inukai" was definitely not unjust!

But in the end, the Japanese army did not catch the Chinese soldiers who attacked them, and the matter had to be left alone.

The soldier named Inukai was also sent back to Japan because of mental disorder.

But later, due to the outbreak of the Pacific War, Inukai was drafted into the army again. Finally, during the Battle of Guadalcanal, he and his companions hid in the fortifications formed by the islands and refused to come out, and were permanently "sealed" with concrete by the US military. Inside.

Of course, the above are all things for later, and now, Gaocheng has fallen.

But no one is surprised about this. The Japanese army as the attacker is not surprised, and the Chinese army as the defender is not surprised either.

From September 18th to the present, the three northeastern provinces have been lost, Songhu has been lost, and even the capital of the Republic of China has been lost. So why is it surprising that a small Gaocheng has been lost?

What's more, the Battle of Baisha River was only a peripheral battle of the Battle of Wuhan.

What about thousands of casualties? So what if you wipe out thousands of enemies? They were destined not to be the protagonists of this great battle, and even what was mentioned in many historical materials of later generations was just the replacement number of the 51st Army of the Northeast Army, passing them by in one stroke.

The Dishonored Division is destined to never be the protagonist of the campaign.

The folks in the hometown where the children of the Northeast Army are located are also suffering from the enemy's stubborn destruction.

They were also looking forward to the "return of Master Wang", but they didn't know that their disciples had transformed into heroic spirits who had no one to rely on in the Central Plains.

Perhaps, only the mothers of these children would think of their sons and daughters in the middle of the night and call out for the "return of souls."

Whether it was an eight-year war of resistance or a fourteen-year war of resistance, no matter how far it goes, no matter how far south or north it is, those heroes who donated money for the country should never be forgotten by future generations!

well, let's get back to business.

Just when the dog breeder was sitting next to his commander's big mouth, the old man was curiously looking at what Bian Xiaolong was carrying on his back in the willow bushes on the west bank of the Baisha River.

Bian Xiaolong was one of the new soldiers who joined the army after entering Gao City.

It was he who discovered the Japanese plainclothes soldiers who had infiltrated among the people.

Then he cleverly reached out and pinched the soft flesh of the waist of the Japanese soldier he suspected, or scratched it with his fingernails, causing the soldier to scream out unprepared, thus revealing his identity.

Due to the blood feud with the Japanese army, more than 40 soldiers joined Shang Zhen's guard company this time.

But, to be honest, these more than forty people were not selected by Shang Zhen and the others. They all joined voluntarily.

The older ones are over forty, the younger ones are only fourteen or fifteen years old, and Bian Xiaolong belongs to the younger group.

The veterans had all fought in bloody battles, and they did not hide their love for the clever Bian Xiaolong, so it was natural for them to include him in their group.

In terms of age, Bian Xiaolong and the eldest idiot Li Qingfeng are about the same age.

Now that Li Qingfeng is no longer around, Bian Xiaolong will naturally be with Big Laoban.

It has been three days since Shang Zhen, Li Qingfeng, and Bai Zhan put on gas masks and stayed in Gao City. The Japanese army has already occupied Gao City and even set up a pontoon bridge on the Baisha River and started to move forward. Troops were transported to the west.

However, the 51st Army was unable to fight anymore due to heavy casualties, and most of the troops were withdrawn. The Baisha River Blockade also ended with the fall of Gaocheng.

But the security company of the 337th Brigade has lurked again, and their company commander has not returned!

Then you have to say whatever you want - what to say, Mr. Wang said, "You want to see people alive, you want to see your body when you die", and then he added, "Although I never believe that anything can happen to that little bastard!"

"What are you looking at?" Bian Xiaolong asked when he saw the old man staring at the things he was carrying.

"It seems to be a knife, right?" Big Boss looked at the thing on Bian Xiaolong's back and said uncertainly.

"It's just a knife, Nandao." Bian Xiaolong replied. After saying that, he reached out and actually took the knife off his back and handed it to the old man to see.

"Nandao?" Big Boss hesitated, "Is it the same as Nanquan?"

"Absolutely, I'm a junior practitioner." Bian Xiaolong answered with some pride.

"Lian Jiazi? I've seen it a long time ago." The old man pulled off the cloth on the knife and revealed the scabbard inside.

However, he, who was originally tall, moved his body further in to cover the knife.

"This is a battlefield. The sun rises from the east and the knife will reflect the light. You have to be careful when you first become a soldier." The old fool also explained.

After he finished speaking, he took out the knife and looked at it carefully.

The old man was simple-minded, so he looked at the knife with great care.

But he didn't know that when he was looking at the knife, Bian Xiaolong was also looking at him with his neck raised, and there was a strange feeling in his black and white eyes.

"You are small and suitable for practicing small kung fu. Like Li Qingfeng, you will suffer a lot when practicing the sword." The old man pushed the knife back into the scabbard and looked at Bian Xiaolong's hand again.

Bian Xiaolong's small hands are naturally small, and he doesn't know how many days he hasn't washed them. Anyway, they are dirty. Oh, by the way, in Northeastern dialect, it is called "buried Batai".

"Oh, what are you looking at?" Bian Xiaolong's dark face turned red and he quickly put his hands behind his back.

"I just want to see if you have any calluses on your hands." The old man was still serious.

"No, I don't have calluses on my hands." Bian Xiaolong smiled like a flower when he heard what the old idiot was talking about.

He stretched out his hand. The hand was very small, and there were really no calluses on the tiger's mouth. Although it was dirty, it did not prevent the old man from seeing the tenderness of his hand.

The old man looked at those small hands seriously. He suddenly felt that something was wrong. When he looked into Bian Xiaolong's eyes, he suddenly felt his heart beating faster. This was an experience that the old man had never had before!

But at this moment, the two of them heard a "swish" sound from the other side of the river, and both of them subconsciously raised their bodies and looked into the river.

At this time, they saw a man standing up from the water, carrying a twenty-gun box gun slung across his body, and wearing a nine-dragon belt with a magazine on his upper body.

But other than that, there was no trace of clothing on his body. That was Shang Zhen!

"Company Commander!" The old man was overjoyed.

Big Old Ben was naturally surprised to see the company commander back. If not for the fact that tigers also take a nap, Big Old Ben didn't pay attention to Bian Xiaolong and almost screamed, but then turned his face away.