Chapter 260

Awaken the people (please give me a monthly ticket!)

The machine gun stopped

The gunshots disappeared[]

Finally, after the arrival of the Matsukata Matsukara Masayoshi picked up his telescope and looked at Yamabata. Huan called the Chinese army's machine guns that had been on the verge of a day to stop shooting.

"They run out of bullets"

Matsukabata Masayoshi had such an idea that there were not many Chinese defenders on the mountain, how many bullets could they carry? Unlike the previous few times they used scattered shooting to lure the charge, this time the Fourth Battalion of the assault had already rushed to the foot of the mountain, and the strange machine gun sound of the Chinese army had not yet been heard.

Did the bullets really finish?

Not to mention the sound of machine guns, even the sound of guns disappeared, and the mountain almost razed to the ground was silently covered with no sound.

"Watanabe, maybe all the Chinese are dead."

Zawabu, holding a rifle, walked forward carefully. He shouted to Watanabe, the same village as he walked.

"Maybe the bullets were used up"

When Watanabe's answer, he quietly raised his gun and prepared to fight for the thorns. No one around them boldly advanced. In fact, after a day's battle, the sound of the machine guns that were tearing into their minds had already been engraved. In the afternoon, several times, they rushed to a place less than a hundred meters away from the mountain bag. But when the sound of the cloth-burning gunshots sounded, everyone would instinctively lie down, letting the officers and the sergeant scolded them for no reason.

The whistling of death

In everyone's mind, the special machine gun sound left a deep impression on them. In their opinion, as long as the machine gun is present, it is impossible to break through the position of the Chinese army.

After learning the lesson, the Japanese army slowly advanced at a very slow speed. The machine gun sound that could make people have nightmares disappeared. In fact, they also knew that even if the Chinese ammunition was not exhausted, there was definitely not much left. But even so, they were still unwilling to charge rashly, and even the officers were unwilling to spend the blood of soldiers to open the way.

The attack seemed to be very smooth and there was no attack. Slowly, as it got closer and closer to the foot of the mountain, Watanabe, Sawarei and others became more and more courageous, and their pace accelerated.

When he accelerated his pace and charged towards the mountain, Zebu felt that something seemed to be tripping under his feet. Perhaps it was a hard grass. When this thought came out in his mind, he heard a wave of "bump, bang" sounds coming from the left and right corners of his body. Although the curtain fell, he still saw something that seemed to jump into the air between the land.

"boom……"

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded in the air. Song Fang Zhengyi, who had been observing the fourth brigade with a telescope behind him, only saw a bunch of explosive flames suddenly exploded in the air. After the explosion flames and black smoke disappeared, a shrill scream echoed in the night sky.

"mine……"

Zebu, whose lower body was constantly surging blood, screamed in his throat, and there was no one standing around him. Everyone was lying in the mud and twisting their limbs, screaming in his throat. Only a very small number of people were dragging their rifles and escaping their injured bodies toward the rear.

"What's going on..."

Masayoshi Matsukaya looked at the dozens of wounded soldiers who escaped in disbelief. What happened? The Fourth Battalion was defeated.

"Our thunderstorm has sounded"

Listening to the series of explosions coming from behind, Shi Mingtao couldn't help but laugh. Twenty-three jumping thunders buried at the foot of the mountain. If one step on one will detonate all the chain of thunders. I don't know how many people will be blown up this time.

", just treat it for them to celebrate the New Year."

The twenty-three surviving soldiers smiled. Although half of the brothers were confessed to the 36.5 high ground, compared with the results they achieved, in the eyes of every living brother, all this is worth it.

When another group of Japanese troops carefully attacked the top of the mountain, what they saw was only countless shells and ammunition boxes all over the ground. The Chinese who blocked them for a whole day and night had long disappeared without a trace.

Carrying a machine gun and Liang Shi hummed a tune, he felt a little relaxed all over his body, completely forgetting his fatigue. At this time, the brothers who seemed relaxed even hummed a tune. Although he had entered Laoshan, he had not yet reminisced about the battle just now. How many Japanese devils did he and his comrades hit in this battle, one thousand? There must be.

Two thousand? It is likely to exceed this number. The corpses in front of the position are piled up in mountains, and it is difficult to count effective numbers, not to mention the injured Japanese troops, but many of the results of the battle cannot be confirmed. This has to be said to be a small regret in this battle.

"One is wrong to do one, so one is two hundred"

Lu Qisheng, carrying a rifle, kept blocking the enemy in the 36.5 high ground, and hundreds of Japanese soldiers were killed under the strafing of machine guns. At least five or six thousand Japanese soldiers were repelled from the attacks launched by the front and back, leaving only the piles of corpses.

"Fortunately, I didn't take it down at that time, otherwise I could take so many wonderful photos, and after I got back, I would have to promote their achievements."

Thinking in his heart, Lu Qisheng picked up the camera and took photos of his comrades who were retreating to the rear position, but in his heart he was thinking about what kind of news title should be issued.

"Fifty Warriors Kill Three Thousands of Enemies"

Almost overnight, when the brothers of the eighth row returned to the position, the entire Jiaoao came, fifty people blocked the three enemy forces for a day and a night, killing more than 3,000 enemy troops. The news immediately caused a sensation. If it weren't for the hundreds of photos taken by Lu Qisheng, almost no one believed this dreamy front, and the photos proved that what they said was true.

"Good guy, this is our Chinese soldiers. Everyone comes to see this telegram. If it is true, the Japanese would probably be fooled by them. It would be great to send someone to investigate. If it is true, the ranks will be rewarded."

Holding a telegram in his hand, Li Zicheng handed it to Jiang Zuobin. After Han Wu arrived in Qingdao, he was his chief of staff. He smiled when he saw the telegram. This was the first time he smiled after the battle in Qingdao began.

"Almost everyone asks me."

Li Zicheng, who put down the telegram, lit a cigarette. After the battle in Qingdao began, he had to smoke at least two packs of cigarettes every day, and he couldn't sleep well for several days in a row.

"Can you protect Qingdao or Jiaoao?"

Nodding, Jiang Zuobin knew that the mainstream view in China is that it is difficult for the Jiangsu Army to defend Jiaoao and Qingdao because the Japanese conquered Lushun.

"Even in Lianyungang, I'm worried that the war will affect this place."

Li Zicheng raised his eyebrows and walked to the window and looked at Lianyungang outside the window. He said in a solemn voice.

"They said that the Japanese had cannons and warships, and what about us? We had nothing, but how did I answer them?"

"We have the sacred responsibility for the war of resistance and the mission of defending the country."

A sentence burst out from Jiang Zuobin's voice. Responsibility and mission are two terms that have been constantly instilled in the Jiangsu Army. After the Battle of Qingdao began, the strategic commander in front of him used this sentence to answer questions from all walks of life.

"Han Wu told me that he had issued a death order. Every position and every fortress only received the order to defend the country. Everyone must shoulder the responsibility of defending the territory. He will not issue any order to retreat. Every inch of mountains and rivers and blood is relying on this determination."

Li Zicheng, who looked serious, showed some relief on his face. Han Wu was not the most outstanding person, but he had a tenacious will. He said he would defend himself. He said that he would fight to the last person, and he would definitely fight to the last person.

"Now, the eighth row has set an example for the whole country. The power generation told Han Wu that we should print and publish military newspapers to report heroic deeds like the eighth row, praise the spirit of serving the country with courageous deeds, and through the military newspaper, radio has established a firm sense of victory in the hearts of officers and soldiers. Moreover, Lianyungang's radio stations should also report at the same time, use the front-line battle reports to ignite the patriotism of the people and use victory to express their fighting spirit. In this process, we should set an example and make everyone admire the example, we need..."

After a brief pause, a hint of joy appeared on Li Zicheng's face.

"hero"

"hero?"

"That's right, we want every Chinese, even the whole world to know our heroes. The Jiangsu Army is a group of heroes composed of individual heroes, and the most important thing is"

After a moment of silence, Li Zicheng spoke a sentence slowly.

"Everyone will become a hero"

Although he was engaged in the work of a company secretarial work in later generations, he was also responsible for publicity on the other side. Li Zicheng knew better than anyone else about what propaganda is and what the heroic effect is. However, if he wanted to play the role of a hero, the most important thing was publicity, not only on the battlefield in Qingdao, but also on the whole country.

"On the battlefield, we have to print battlefield tabloids, and ensure that every fortress gets a radio. At the same time, we have to increase publicity efforts among the people. We must coordinate with various newspapers to print the battlefield. We must publish the battle process as soon as possible. Of course, what follows is to promote those heroes, and the radio station is also publishing special reports. In short, we must promote this war at all costs and promote our heroes."

Li Zicheng, who was still unsatisfied, seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Don't we have war correspondents in Qingdao? Don't we have cameras? Use planes to send movie films and photos to Lianyungang. We need to set up open-air cinemas all over the country so that every Chinese can know what is going on there, and there is a group of heroes fighting for this country. Only in this way can we awaken the people step by step."

You can even make a movie full of patriotism... Of course, this idea flies a little. Now Lekai Film Company has just created the first batch of films and boxed 35mm films, and jumps to audio films all at once. It's too big to jump, but you can consider it and let them try it.

Suddenly, Li Zicheng fell silent, looked at the radio on the table, and instantly realized that perhaps he should have written a song for the soldiers on the front line. As soon as this idea emerged in his mind, he was like a running train and could no longer stop the train.

"The birds do not sing here, and the woods become ruins. Only we stand shoulder to shoulder and firmly root here. The smoke of gunpowder covers the mountains and rivers of the motherland. Seeing the city burning into rubble, we are all thinking about victory at this moment. With one hundred, we are willing to pay any price, and with one hundred, we are willing to pay any price,"

The songs from the radio only stunned the officers and soldiers in Fortress No. 45. They listened to this song. According to previous reports, this song was done by an anonymous musician for the officers and soldiers of the Ninth Battalion. To be precise, it was written for the sixth platoon of the 9th Battalion and for the fifty warriors of the sixth platoon of the 9th Battalion.

“Ball food, beam food…”

Liang Shi, who was maintaining a machine gun in the fortress, responded quickly as he heard his comrades shouting.

"That's so loud..."

"Come on, come on, I'm writing your songs. Brothers from the sixth row, come on..."

The entire fortress was filled with shouts of six rows, shouting names familiarly, and shouting six rows together unfamiliarly. After a while, all the 51 veterans and new recruits from the six rows rushed to the lounge.

"The sound of cannons in front is like thunderbolts, shrapnel is like rainstorms. The madness of the enemy will never suppress us. The ever-winning Ninth Battalion is invincible, and the ever-winning Ninth Battalion is invincible."

Listening to the song coming from the "News Box", Liang Shi couldn't believe his ears. This song was written for the sixth row, and the sixth row where he was?

“Yes”

At this moment, Shi Mingtao appeared behind Liang Shi, and he patted Liang Shi on the shoulder hard. At this time, his seal had already changed from a rank of sergeant to a warrant officer. Although this was a wartime promotion, it meant that he had completed the transformation from military to official. After the war, he could be promoted to a second lieutenant after passing the education of the Army Officer Training Team.

This is obviously the result of that battle. Not only that, everyone who participated in that blocking battle was promoted, the survivors were promoted to one level, and the culprits were promoted to two levels, which seemed useless to the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits of the culprits. This means that the families of the culprits of the soldiers who died could get more pensions.

"This is a song written for our sixth row, and the whole camp has its light."

Shi Mingtao had a smile on his face, and he was wearing a medal on his chest, which was a first-class military merit awarded by the battalion commander on behalf of the Army General Staff. In fact, all the surviving brothers in the sixth row were awarded medals, but most of them put silver medals in the box. Shi Mingtao brought the medals with him because he wanted to take a photo and send them home.

Liang Shi looked around, and when he saw his comrades looking at them, they all looked envious. There was envy in their eyes, but there was no jealousy, but more of them were worshipping. This is the case in the army. People worship people with real skills, and no one can look down on those who are just as good as they are.

A roar came from the air. People on the ground only needed to see the single wing unique to the aircraft, and a smile appeared on their faces. It was the "Baihe" reconnaissance plane that transported mails. Since the British army cut off the Jiaoji Railway, the Qingdao defenders transported mails through the aircraft. Now the air supremacy is controlled by the Army Air Force. The few poor aircraft of the Japanese Army and Navy have long been shot down, and these reconnaissance contact planes can travel between Yanyun and Qingdao without any restrictions.

Mo Lixun looked down from the air. From a distance, he saw several mountains and hills of Bluebird and huge craters near the moon, and thousands of small abscess-like bullets ruined the earth. At the bottom of the plane, he picked up the Phoenix camera he bought in Lianyun, and then took a few photos of the ruins below. At this time, in his eyes, Qingdao in front of him was destruction everywhere, and the scene spreading under the wings was the most thorough destruction.

"...This is our powerful motherland, where I grew up..."

The entire sky above Qingdao was completely shrouded in a burst of music. The loudspeakers all over the city played records transported by airplanes. All of those records were the latest new records sung by the Dehua University Choir. In the past few days, several new songs would be transmitted across the country through the radio every day, and the records would be transported from Lianyun to Qingdao by airplane as soon as possible.

When Mo Lixun entered Qingdao by car, he heard the music coming from his ears. He was a little fascinated. He passed burned huts and buildings along the way, collapsed bricks and stone structures, piles of building wrecks, and exuded the rotten odor of destruction everywhere. However, the groups of people who were clearing the broken bricks and tiles looked healthy and energetic. He could even see children playing in the ruins. Obviously, the people here were not knocked down by shelling from the sea.

Perhaps just as the song sang "The road is wide, and there will be good wine when a friend comes. If the jackal comes, there will be a hunting rifle to greet it."

As the car was heading towards the former German Governor's Office, Mo Lixun saw a wall and noticed a huge poster: In the center of the poster, a huge arm held a rifle and stretched straight into the sky, while around the arm was a team of soldiers, with "Arousing the people" written on the left, "Organizing the people" written on the left, and "Training the people" written on the central queue, and the most eye-catching one was the arm that read "National Anti-Japanese War".

Looking at the poster, looking at the four words "National Anti-Japanese War" on Qingtian's arm, and then looking at the children playing in the ruins and the energetic faces who cleaned up the ruins, at this moment, Mo Lixun finally realized a problem. The first time this country has changed in the true sense, and this change is happening with Qingdao. Perhaps Qingdao is setting off a storm in China, a storm that changes the face of this country. The numb people in this country may slowly awaken in this storm.

As the car drove towards the Governor's Office, Mo Lixun's eyes were still looking at the poster and the words - "Arouse the people."
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