Chapter 645 Two Titles

The weather on Treasure Island in April has begun to be hot, and there is a rolling boom in the air. With the outbreak of war, it has also become an important base for the transit and supply of naval ships from south to north.

In the past few days, there is an indelible anxiety over Taipei, chatting in the streets and alleys, all talking about a name.

The Second Army Division of the Empire!

Since the newspapers and radio a few days ago reported that they were surrounded by tens of thousands of enemies in a place called Avas thousands of miles away, the whole Xinhua was worried.

Unlike the shouts, parades and heated discussions elsewhere in the motherland, Taiwan's treasure island is immersed in worry, tension and pain because of this news.

It is not only because the second division of the Marine Corps is stationed in Taiwan, but also because more than 80% of the troops, from division commanders, regimental commanders to soldiers, are children of Taiwan. They have helped the people of Treasure Island resist the typhoon and helped build roads here. So far, there are still many schools that they usually built.

It can be imagined that how many people were sad and nervous when they were surrounded by British and American devils.

It's a pity that Avas is too far away. If it is nearby, not to mention that the emperor sends troops to support, even the local ordinary people will carry hoes to help them block the enemy and kill the enemy with them, but now, everyone can only wait anxiously.

"Mr. Gu, you have been a soldier. Tell us, is it so difficult to rescue the second division?"

In the editorial room of Treasure Island Daily, several young reporters surrounded photographers in their thirties. The photographer served in the navy and fell in love with photography in the army. After retiring, he became a full-time photographer.

"I don't quite understand either." Mr. Gu looked at the small globe on his desk, lighted a cigarette and said, "I used to serve in the First Fleet. I have never been to the Indian Ocean and Persia, and I am not very familiar with the army.

But I only know one thing. It's no problem for our navy to cross the Indian Ocean from Singapore. The Indian Grand Fleet can't stop us, but it really can't cross the Strait of Hormuz. Mr. Gu turned the globe and pointed to the narrow strait like an appendix, with a trace of helplessness in his eyes: "You see, this is the Strait of Hormuz. I heard from my old comrade-in-arms in a naval interview that the British had laid 3,000 mines there. In short, there are so many mines in such narrow waters. Even if we pull all our naval warships over, we won't be connected in a month!"

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Several young reporters took a breath of cold air. They didn't know how powerful the mine blockade was, but at least they knew how powerful their fleet was at present. Not to mention a bullshit Indian fleet, even if they pulled up the British and American navies, they would not give up, so they heard that it would take a month to get through all of them. They were all a little dumbfounded. We all understand the difficulty of this rescue.

"You all have cars, right?" Mr. Gu continued: "Your current cars are all civilian. It's no problem to drive 50 kilometers per hour, but have you tried to drive 1,800 kilometers without sleep?"

"That won't work. Even if you can drive down in 36 hours and the car is useless, I'm afraid people don't have the strength." A young reporter replied.

"Yes." Mr. Gu nodded and said heavily, "But this is what our army is going to do. They not only have to drive for at least 40 or 50 hours in a row, but also have to forcibly pass through hundreds of thousands of troops. It will take at least four days to calculate the time, and they also have to fight a few bloody battles in the end."

Although Mr. Gu's words were not finished, everyone understood the meaning. Half of the second division was surrounded by ten times the enemy, and it took a few days to be transported to the sea. After landing, it was necessary to make continuous high-intensity marches, and it was also necessary to fight in extreme fatigue and sleepiness to break through the enemy. The blockade, there is a war, it's simply death!

"How long will it take! When the supporting army arrives, both divisions will be there. A girl rushed to the table with a crying sound, and her companion gently patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, because her brother was stationed in Kuwait at this moment.

"How long will it take to save, even if you die, you have to carry it back!" A male colleague clenched his fists. He, who had just graduated from college this year, began to study in the school built by the second division of the Marine Corps.

"Yes, no matter how long it takes and how much the sacrifice is, it must be saved." Several other male colleagues all nodded with red eyes. For the Chinese, even if they die, they must return to their roots. Otherwise, how can they be worthy of these heroes who died for their country?

"It has been saved." Mr. Gu took a deep breath and attracted everyone's attention. Everyone knows that Mr. Gu has served in the navy and is said to have made great contributions. He has seen the emperor and received a medal, so the news is much better than ordinary people. Even the first photo of the aircraft carrier in the domestic newspaper was taken by him.

After sweeping at the crowd, Mr. Gu turned the globe fiercely with his hand. After turning it rapidly, he gritted his teeth and said, "The navy set out in more than ten days. I heard that the emperor was on the front line, and the eldest son also returned to the fleet and set out."

"Quick, turn on the radio!"

Before Mr. Gu finished his words, he only saw that the old editor, who was calm and never in a hurry, rushed into the office and rushed to the radio, which surprised the young colleagues who were used to his usual behavior, but when the sound came from the radio, everyone was stunned.

"This morning, our army took four days to successfully cross 1,800 kilometers of desert and arrived at Avas and launched a charge against 50,000 enemies. They were outnumbered. Finally, after two hours of bloody battle, they recaptured Avas and successfully annihilated them."

"Avas! It's Avas!"

"Did you hear that? The reinforcements have arrived at Avas! Haha." The old editor smiled. He had never felt so young, which meant that the second division of the Marine Corps was finally saved!

The cheers sounded from the office in an eye, and even the teahouse next door shouted. Mr. Gu took off his glasses, and his eyes flashed crystal, as if he had returned to the scene of countless soldiers braved bullets to launch a decisive charge against the enemy.

But the cheers did not last long, and another news plunged Taiwan and the whole land of China into grief.

A regiment was surrounded by a whole 50,000 troops for four days. In order to prevent the enemy from going south into the important Great Kuwait, and in order to buy support time for the main force, they charged the enemy again and again. They strictly guarded their positions and did not take a step back until they died. Finally, after annihiling more than 13,000 enemy, they also shot themselves. The food was cut out, and a white-edged charge was launched against the enemy with 500 people before the reinforcements arrived.

Five thousand of the best Taiwanese soldiers, and there are only 372 left in the end!

"Now, let's listen to a song. This song was sung in the final charge. Although we didn't have a recording at that time, I still heard the indomitable!" In the crisp voice of the announcer, the majestic song of the Marine Corps resounded through the land of China.

Paint the last sentence, as if thousands of people shouted at the same time, " Marines, bayonet!" After that, everyone felt an electric current rising from the back and quickly permeated the whole body, as if the whole body was about to explode!

Although the radio could not show the tragedy at that time, and the words could not describe the hardships of the war, when the song of the Marines spread all over China with the radio wave, everyone seemed to see thousands of soldiers stepping on the ground with their feet and persevering in the bullets all over the sky. When they finally ran out of food, they sang heroic. , singing songs that frightened the enemy and launched a charge against the enemy.

"We are the Marines!"

Mr. Gu wrote the first title with tears in his eyes.

When this article was reprinted by various newspapers, another news immediately spread. The navy had decided to transport the ashes of the soldiers who died in the Battle of Mesopotamia back overnight for burial. The emperor will also come to Taiwan in person and welcome the return of the spirits here.

On April 25, there was a sea of people in Keelung Port, and the light rain in the sky seemed to be people's tears.

People were wearing bamboo hats and oil umbrellas, standing in the harbor. Countless eyes were anxiously searching for the rainy sea, and everyone coincidentally pinned a white silk flower on their arms.

A loud whistle caused restlessness. With the whistling whistle in the whole harbor, many people began to cry. When the two open destroyers slowly dispersed on both sides, the rolling wheels carrying the skeletons of 6,235 second marines slowly drove into the harbor.

There is no drum music, no cheers, only the national flag and military flag that have fallen to half.

A moment later, a coffin covered with the national flag was carried out of the cabin by the soldiers. Everyone saw that Li Mo, dressed in black, and the two noble concubines, like everyone else, walked to the coffin with white silk flowers and tears in their eyes.

He bent down, held the coffin, and kissed it deeply, as if he were kissing his child.

The flash was on, and Mr. Gu recorded the scene behind the scenes, and tears fell silently.

The coffin was carried out one by one, and people could no longer suppress their inner sadness. Whenever a coffin passed by them, they either learned to kiss Li Mo, or stroked it with their hands, or gently placed the already prepared silk flowers on it.

Several men in ordinary clothes came out, took the coffin from the soldier's hand, and carried it on their shoulders.

Their actions caused more people to imitate. The drizzle and tears mixed together. In the throbbing cry, a long queue walked towards the island step by step.

Along the way, Mr. Gu's flash did not stop. He did not know how many rolls of film he had taken. All he knew was that he had to record this moment and record the whole process!

Who says that the Chinese are numb, who says that they are indifferent? Today's Keelung Port has told the world that death and war will not make this nation bow its head, let alone bend down, because he has twisted into a rope!

He sat on the grass, facing the drizzle, listening to the sadness, and wrote the second title.

Tears, make us stronger!

(to be continued)