Chapter 208 Sino-Japanese Goodwill

What does bravery and boldness mean in battle?

For Hao Yuqing, he once considered this problem, which is something he has to consider as a soldier.

Everyone will be afraid when there is a war.

"You need to overcome your natural fear with a sense of mission to complete your work freely. This sense of mission is the difference between humans and animals." As an officer, Hao Yuqing has always felt that it is this sense of mission that drives him to make this decision.

When the enemy defense system of Kochi City was not complete, he decisively led the division cavalry battalion into Kochi City and attacked the position of the mouth of Urado Bay.

This can't help but be bold. Simple is bold!

For any soldier, this is almost a suicide task. Kochi is a city with a population of 100,000. Although there is almost no military defense here, there are tens of thousands of "national stand-up teams" in the city. At this time, after the cavalry battalion broke into the mouth of Puto Bay, they immediately Caught in a siege.

"Damn it!"

Secondnant Wang Decheng scolded fiercely and fired the last bullet in the machine gun at the counterattacking enemy.

There are so many enemies that they can't be stopped, just like locusts from their hometown in Henan! Even at this time, in Wang Decheng's eyes, there were more enemies than the locusts that hit the earth when he was a child.

These people in kimonos or uniforms rushed over desperately with old-fashioned rifles or even bamboo guns, and in front of the position built with gravel, a body almost crowded the road.

"Dog, withdraw!"

Second Lieutenant Wang roared at the soldier who was kneeling beside him.

Wei dog with tattered clothes seems to freeze there, like a sculpture. His childish face was blackened by smoke, and his eyes were still staring at something in front of him. There was a dark red wet stick on the left temple, sticking a pinch of hair together, and his right index finger was still on the rifle trigger on the mouth of the stack.

Wang Decheng grabbed the dog's arm and wanted to pull him up. The dog did not move, and then fell to the ground. Looking around, I didn't see that there was another person alive in the row.

"Sir, sir, you can't withdraw!"

Wei Gouzi, who was dragged, said with dull eyes.

At this time, behind them, there was a continuous sound of artillery. It was the cavalry company shelling the merchant ships heading for the mouth of Puhu Bay with the two 75mm cavalry cannons. In the past few hours, they continued to attack the merchant ships with cavalry cannons.

At this time, as an infantryman, Wang Decheng's third platoon's task is to defend here, and they must hold on until the large army enters Kochi City.

"Unable to withdraw..."

Looking at the brothers who died in the war beside him, and then at the machine guns that had already been empty, Wang Decheng gritted his teeth.

"Dog, collect bullets, you are responsible for loading the magazine!"

Finally, he patted the dog on the shoulder and said.

"Today, my man, we are going to be buried here!"

Riding on the horse, Hao Yuqing looked at Puhu Bay with a numb expression. The merchant ship was burning flames under the attack of the 75mm mountain cannon. In the distance, several merchant ships with black smoke in the cockpit quietly moored there, and two others crashed into the bay beach. They were destroyed merchant ships.

"Aim at their cab! Don't waste cannonballs!"

Hao Yuqing ordered the messenger beside him, and then he rode his horse to the defense line hundreds of meters away. When crossing the dock, he was like running around in hell. The dock was full of smoke and broken walls, piles of discarded guns, military uniforms, dead bodies, and lying The seriously injured man who was unable to moan on the ground... "The cavalry camp is over!"

Don't think about it. Hao Yuqing knows his cavalry battalion. Now it's an account here. Although those who say that my weapons are backward, and some people even use that kind of front-loading musket, their two fists are difficult to beat four hands, and they are besieged by thousands of people. More than 400 brothers can defend in the case of no trenches and unfamiliar environment. Up to now, it is God's blessing.

"If only there was a telegraph machine!"

There is no telegraph machine and no telephone. Now the cavalry battalion has completely lost contact with the army. Although the gunfire rumbles there, there is no cover here at all.

If he could get it with the army... At this moment, Hao Yuqing suddenly heard a not clear roar in the air. It seemed that... As soon as he raised his head, Hao Yuqing saw a black spot in the air, which was a naval plane!

"Hurry up, send a signal!"

Hao Yuqing, who was running, shouted at his subordinates in the distance, but more of the wounded were desperate to fly the national flag in the air.

As night fell, on the flat ground in front of a collapsed house, more than a dozen soldiers gathered around the fire, where they roasted the red taro they didn't know where they got. The low table and tatami in the fire were deformed in the flames.

"It seems to be changing the front!"

He threw a glance in the direction of Kochi City at the sound of cannons, and Wei Ze whispered, which was the news from the battalion commander.

"Sergeant Sergeant, what? Change it there?"

Chen Ping's soldiers pinched the paper box of the supplies with his fingers full of mud. He looked at the sergeant, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"I heard from the battalion commander that Kochi has almost been beaten down by the first regiment, and the main force of our first division is going to attack Xiangchuan County!"

There is no need to hide comrades-in-arms here.

"Kagawa Prefecture? That's not close. It's all the way over the mountains!"

"It's true!"

"What the he said!"

Chen Ping suddenly patted his knee and shouted.

"Well, let's go to Kagawa. When we get to Kagawa, we will definitely have a good time. Isn't that right?"

A soldier replied with a very serious expression.

"Yes, find an oriental art to accompany you and get drunk..."

"You think you only drink, then Dongyang Yiji is also a chicken! ...Ah ha ha... Of course, it's a chicken for sale. You really think it's not a chicken if you post an art word!"

The promiscuous laughter came out of Song Pengcheng's voice beside him. At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder. He looked back and saw that it was Chen Mingtian, the translator.

"Hey, have you written the letter yet?"

At this time, Chen Mingtian still has his own letter in his mind.

"It's all here and there! Here you are..."

Wei Ze took out a thick pile of letters from his pocket and handed them over. He took them all. The battalion commander was very supportive of Chen Mingtian's suggestion, and even prepared to mobilize the officers and soldiers of the whole battalion to write letters to the students in the school.

"Thank you, Sergeant, do you have a letter? I'm just about to send it..."

At this time, the whistle and gunfire suddenly sounded. Everyone quickly grabbed the gun and looked in the direction of the gunfire, but saw a fire burning in the direction of the regimental headquarters.

"Quick, someone is attacking the regimental headquarters!"

Grabbing the gun, Wei Ze shouted and ran in the direction of the regiment. The people who were resting followed him one after another, while Chen Mingtian ran with his helmet in his left hand and his glasses in his right hand.

On the way, they caught three Japanese teenagers in the rice fields. They looked like fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in shabby clothes and covered with dirt.

"You!"

Song Pengcheng roared with the words. From the footprints in the paddy field, it could be seen that they were running from the direction of the regimental headquarters. He wanted to ask, but he could only say such a word, and the other words could not even say a word.

"Translation Chen!"

Looking at the three stubborn young masters in front of him, Wei Ze roared behind him.

At this time, the flames of the distant regimental headquarters were burning more vigorously, and the position of the regimental headquarters was completely swallowed up by the fire, which was obviously poured with kerosene.

"Bang!"

He slapped one of the teenagers in the face, and Song Pengcheng continued.

"You little bastard, look at you like this, and you know at a glance that you did it!"

But the three young masters who were beaten still stood there like tree stumps, allowing the soldiers around them to surround them.

At this time, Chen Mingtian came over with a gasp. Although he was wearing a military uniform, tied his feet and carrying a gun, he could not see any military breath on his body.

"Ask me, did they set the fire three times?"

Take a deep breath and let himself slow down. Chen Mingtian harshly asked a few words that no one could understand. Then the three teenagers stared at him with sharp and hostile eyes, without saying a word. At this time, Chen Mingtian patted one of the shoulders of the teenagers who obviously looked like leaders, and continued to ask. Finally, the teenager used The calm tone answered a few simple sentences.

"Papa,"

Chen Mingtian, who was furious, shook the teenager's ears fiercely. The teenager staggered back and almost fell to the ground.

"What did he say!"

The soldiers around asked one after another.

"This boy said that he burned his own house, and that his house could only be lived in, and the slaves of the Qing Dynasty did not deserve to live..."

What!

Song Pengcheng, who was originally sitting on the ridge to rest, jumped up, grabbed the teenager, pulled it up and left, "Let's go, go with me!"

Five soldiers left with three teenagers, while Wu Zhenhua and Chen Mingtian both looked at Wei Ze. This... What's going on? At this time, they saw a cunning smile on the face of Sergeant Song through the firelight.

A group of five people walked into the woods dozens of meters away. Song Pengcheng stopped his feet, turned around and looked at the three teenagers. At this time, they lowered their heads. The two of them trembled uneasily, while Song Pengcheng sneered.

"Turn your face... You can't understand what I said, dog said!"

There was nothing he could do. Song Pengcheng had to walk to the back of the person who scolded the big guy, then took out the bayonet from his waist, and then raised his foot and kicked one of them on the knees.

"Ah!"

The previous stubborn teenager let out a scream and knelt down, while Song Pengcheng grabbed his hair with his left hand and pressed the man's neck to the left. The sharp bayonet directly pierced his right neck, and then turned back quickly. The moment the bayonet pulled out, the blood fog spewed out and did not even touch his hand.

After solving the teenager, the two young masters next to him knelt down in the mud, constantly kowtowed and shouted at the same time that no one could understand, but at this time, Song Pengcheng only sneered on his face, and the bayonet in his hand nodded a little.

"Hi!"

With a deep shout, he waved a bayonet and hit the neck of the boy who was kowtowing, while several other soldiers directly stabbed another teenager with a bayonet with a rifle. In an instant, the sound of begging for mercy disappeared.

"Damn it!"

It took five or six knives to cut off the teenager's head. Song Pengcheng gasped and scolded.

"Look back, you must get a big knife!"

With this scolding, a group of five people walked to the place where the fire was originally set by several people.

After watching them come back, Wei Ze didn't say anything. He just looked up at Song Pengcheng, but Chen Mingtian, who sent the letter back, couldn't help looking at Song Pengcheng's sleeves, which had a lot of blood stains on his sleeves.

"The three kids just now have solved it?"

Wei Ze casually asked.

"Damn it, it's inconvenient to use a bayonet. If I can get a big knife, I can cut the head of the oriental bastard with one knife..."

In front of the fire in front of him, Song Pengcheng's tone seemed to be carrying a trivial thing.

"Oh, there is an oriental knife at home. Although it's a little fine, I heard it's not bad. You can take a look at the whole one later!"

Wei Ze still quietly turned over the taro beside the fire. When he said these words here, he looked like he was indifferent.

And listening to their conversation, Wu Zhenhua, a recruit, especially Chen Mingtian, was stunned. He looked at this group of "emperor [***] people" in a daze. What's wrong with them?

This is a soldier who suddenly stood up and raised his hand to salute. The others looked up. It turned out that it was Major Zhao Gang, the battalion commander, who was coming. He held a smoke ring in his hand, which was obviously very relaxed. After returning the salute, the major asked as he stretched out his hand to warm the fire.

"I heard that when the regiment was on fire just now, you stopped three people?"

Fire?

Chen Mingtian's eyebrows jumped. Could it be... "Well, I guess they set a fire and asked us to be slaves of the Qing Dynasty. Sergeant Song solved them!"

Wei Ze replied frankly, with no intention of concealing at all, but Zhao Gang turned out a roasted red taro from the edge of the fire.

"It smells so good!"

Taking a bite of red taro, Zhao Gang seemed to have heard nothing.

Everyone likes this battalion commander very much. He is not tall and looks very thin, but he always looks bold. Like the soldiers, he is covered with dirt.

"Bracks commander, that's three civilians!"

Chen Mingtian said seriously.

"Oh, I know!"

Zhao Gang nodded, and then looked at Wei Ze and said.

"The regimental headquarters fell down the kerosene lamp of the horse shed and caught fire. If someone really catches it, it will be handed over to the gendarmerie. It will be reviewed and trained by the gendarmerie. Maybe you can dig a few more fish, understand?"

"Yes!"

Wei Ze immediately obeyed, but the battalion commander's words made Chen Mingtian almost unable to believe his ears. Didn't the officer hear what he said? They killed three Japanese civilians, and for a trumped... At this time, Zhao Gang, who had finished eating the red taro, stood up and clapped the dust on his hands.

"Okay, we will shift the front tomorrow morning! Have you received your rations?

"People have been sent over!"

"Well, that's good. I'm going to the camp, dangerous... Forget it, you like to get together with them, have a good sleep, and continue tomorrow!"

With that, Zhao Gang walked in the direction of the camp. At this time, Wei Ze took off the boots on his feet, and then took off his socks. There was heat on the feet, and his feet were completely white with sweat and sea.

"Everyone takes off their socks, roast their feet, and roast their shoes, and then point to these feet!"

When checking his footboard, Wei Ze shouted to the people beside him, then put his right foot on his left foot, then pulled out the bayonet, and then began to peel off the foot with a bayonet.

And Chen Mingtian, who was just baking shoes, occasionally turned his eyes to Song Pengcheng. At this time, he was doing the same thing. The bayonet in his hand was not carefully wiped, and there were still some blood stains on the knife... "Sergeant in danger, why, why?"

Finally, after a long silence, watching Wei Ze put a pair of clean socks on his feet, Chen Mingtian couldn't help asking softly.

Wei Ze, who put on his socks again, took a look at Chen Mingtian, and finally spit out four words when he lay down.

"Don't forget Lushun!"

With four words, Chen Mingtian's head was confused. Looking at his comrades-in-arms who were sleeping wrapped in blankets, he found them for the first time, which seemed to have changed.

In the morning, when the eastern sky gradually turned white, a group of soldiers marched along the dirt road in the direction of Kochi City. At this time, this small town called Nanguo had woken up from an uneasy sleep. Here, the tricolor flag of the Chinese Empire was fluttering and intersect. Near the town office, there were already more than a dozen people who had changed their troops. The civilian staff dressed in suits and coats admired the "Xuanfuban" armband. They were busy with stable work after the war. Naturally, they wanted to build a "stable four countries". In order to make the local residents realize that "the reason why China sent troops to the four countries was to give the Japanese people a place to live and work in peace and happy", and the residents of the town He was wearing a kimono of new and old, and sewn on his chest with the words "good people" just sent to them yesterday. As soon as he saw the Chinese soldiers, he hurriedly bowed. There were people who were dull and unable to fight. The men's faces were full of sadness and depression, while the women wrapped the fat kimono with no expression on their faces.

For me, for thousands of years, in my surname, they have long been used to succumbing to the strong, but although they are very tame, the Chinese soldiers around them do not believe in me at all. Outside the village, the villagers were packing up their own bodies according to the order, digging pits to bury the bodies of soldiers or standing up or civilians.

Excepting the occasional sound of cars passing by and military boots, everything here seems extremely quiet. In this silence, most of the broken walls of this small town in the south still emits a little smoke.

"China is goodwill!"

When he was about to leave the town, Wei Ze saw the people of Xuanfu class writing slogans written in Japanese on the wall. Although he didn't know some Japanese characters, he still understood four of them.

"Goodwill in China..."

Song Pengcheng beside him muttered in his mouth.

"A kind bird, it's good to find a mother-in-law who is kind and kind!"

(to be continued)