.In the sky, the Japanese aviation soldiers who were unwilling to watch a sharp knife penetrated into the weakness of the 21st Army were still entangling their opponents "indomitable". On the ground, the officers and soldiers of the New Twenty Army who had already crossed the Qin River to the west bank organized air shootings while advancing at the same speed in the direction where the Japanese army built a semi-permanent large floating bridge downstream of the Qin River were located. On the surface, it seemed that the battle on the west bank was just a pocket version of the scene that happened earlier, without any novelty. But what about it?

I don’t know what other senior officers thought, but Liu Yicheng was worried. What made him worried was not that the Japanese seemed to be aggressive and powerful wooden "ugly birds" that could pose a substantial threat to the Chinese army that had already gained a foothold on the West Bank, but that the troops’ emotions were a little bit unfavorable, no! It should be very unfavorable!

Although the combat movements of the officers and soldiers were the same as when they were on the East Coast, if you pay attention, you will find that many officers and soldiers have less smooth movement than before and have more mechanical continuity. These alone can also be explained by the overdrawn physical strength due to the fatigue of a long battle. What is terrible is that Liu Yicheng can even determine the combat effectiveness of a unit to a large extent. The company and the platoon leaders also saw a faint panic on the faces of the two new 20th army, which have always claimed to be the 200th Regiment and the Fast Column of the Everlasting Army.

Liu Yicheng could guess the various reasons why the officers and soldiers met with fear. This army of only 3,000 people would have to deal with tens of thousands of Japanese troops alone; the temporary pontoon bridge was destroyed, and the "heavy" weapons above the 60 mortar were basically not brought across the river, and even the radio station was brought with them; there was also insufficient ammunition, and some riflesmen had only less than twenty bullets left; the fatal thing was that after they brought the troops to this near desperate situation, the commander who was sent to the battlefield repeatedly to create miracles on the battlefield, was actually lying on a stretcher and having a high fever;

Thoughts are clear and thoughts are clear. Liu Yicheng, who thinks he is a wise general, racks his brains but can't find a way to dispel them, diluting the clouds that are currently shrouding in the hearts of most people in this army. Immersed in anxiety and can hardly extricate himself, Liu Yicheng was thinking about his thoughts while walking in chaos while fighting and walking. Gradually, he was supposed to be responsible for posting him, but was squeezed by the crowd to the stretcher of Cheng Jiaji's land located on the middle side of the team.

"Zi Jun, why are you here? Is there any situation behind?" Wen Songyuan was also worried now. He was burning with the fire of Cheng Jiaji's illness, which was much worse than Liu Yicheng thought. Just now, the military doctors with the army had given an anti-inflammatory medicine, but it still didn't seem to have much effect.

"Brother Wenfu, I'm afraid all the brothers are a little uneasy. I'll guard here. You should boost your morale!" Liu Yicheng originally hoped that Cheng Jiaji could support his sick body and soothe the morale of the army. Even if he sat on a stretcher and showed his face in front of the officers and soldiers, he could only show his strength to moan quietly. Liu Yicheng, who was afraid that he would be able to make mistakes at that time, gave up this idea. But let the morale of the army be relaxed. It would not be a big deal if he could scatter a little bit.

Cheng Jiaji cannot take things into consideration. Only Wen Songyuan can count on it. In fact, Liu Yicheng is very clear in his heart. Wen Songyuan is so loved by grassroots officers and soldiers because he can be united with his subordinates and has a lot of loyalty in the world. But when it comes to his prestige in this army, compared with Cheng Jiaji, a senior executive of the New Twenty Army, who collectively created the "undefeated myth" of Cheng Jiaji, a senior executive of the New Twenty Army, Wen Songyuan is much less than that. Although Wen Songyuan can be so conservative in daily life, at the moment when Cheng Jiaji was lying on a stretcher, he was not willing to change the pessimistic atmosphere that permeated the team. This is also a major consequence of personality cults with many benefits.

But now, things are urgent, and Liu Yicheng can only treat it as a living person.

"Okay, I'll go!" Wen Songyuan turned around without saying a word. After at least two years of soldiers, he could clearly know how much the fluctuation of the morale of the army was to an isolated army.

After Wen Song left, Cheng Jiaji became even more intense. Not only did the temperature on his forehead rise step by step, the vague hum continued, but he also gritted his teeth. Liu Yicheng, who knew some common sense in medicine, could not see that Cheng Jiaji was dreaming at the beginning, which was not a good sign.

"The military doctor ran there. If this happens, it won't work! Sanbao, go and call Doctor Feng and let him stay here." In fact, Liu Yicheng knew that with so many wounded people, the only three doctors in the army had no chance to be lazy at this time. He knew even more that although he had the most excellent medical skills, he tied Doctor Feng to the side of Cheng Jiaji who had a fever, he was not in danger for a while. The probability of other wounded people being disabled will undoubtedly increase greatly.

If you are heartbroken, this is really a few lives, and giving Cheng Jiaji a piece of insurance that may not necessarily be useful. But Liu Yicheng still did this. Although he had sufficient reasons to convince him, Cheng Jiaji was in danger. Besides, none of the thousands of officers and soldiers would object to this. Deep in his heart, Liu Yicheng could not admit that he had become increasingly localized in the past two years after returning to China.

Ma Sanbao was about to "catch" people, but Tu Jingguo, who had not spoken, said "huh".

"Deputy Director Tu, please say something if you have something to do." The official tone and cold tone was very close to the casual conversation with Ma Sanbao just now, which was very different.

What role does Tu Jingguo, the deputy director of the deputy director of the New Twenty Army who is always unemployed and always revolved around Cheng Jiaji play in the New Twenty Army? As a quasi-core member of the small group headed by Cheng Jiaji, Liu Yicheng knows it well. He entrusted the emperors of the Ming Dynasty to love the blessing of eunuchs to run "factories". The words "spy" have completely become dirty and corrupt consent in the hearts of the descendants of China, especially intellectuals. Influenced by this tradition, Liu Yicheng, who was born in a scholarly family and received Western-style education that advocated human rights and democracy, had no good impression of Tu Jingguo.

"Captain Liu Column, I have no objection to your arrangement. I want to say yes. The military captain seems not just moaning." Today, Tu Jingguo is no longer the "Little Swallow" who is so eager to revenge in the past. After learning with Qian Shen for so long, let alone anything else, he has a little cunning mind. Facing Liu Yicheng's suspicion of his scholarly businessman, he showed that he was neither humble nor arrogant, and reasoned, which made Liu Yicheng feel a little ashamed.

Liu Yicheng hurriedly listened, don't say it! Tu San's ear power is really good. After calming down, Liu Yicheng really heard some things that he had not noticed before from Cheng Jiaji's intermittent nasal sound. At this time, I don't know if Cheng Jiaji dreamed of something that made him excited. Or more than ten minutes ago, Doctor Feng gave the injection of medicine. In short, Cheng Jiaji's head was full of sweat and the sound of the puff in his mouth was slightly louder and slightly clearer. Although it was not as good as ordinary people's words, it was enough for Liu Yicheng, who was indifferent to his heart, to hear the truth.

Since Liu Yicheng occupied the best audience position, Tu Jingguo, who was "working and making great contributions", could only judge from Cheng Jiaji's mouth shape. Judging from the mouth shape, he met a patient with a trembling mouth. The gains can be imagined. Tu Jingguo was still confused, but Liu Yicheng was filled with excitement. He felt that his body was hot and hot, and he almost boiled the liver and gallbladder in his body cavity.

"Sanbao! Come over." Liu Yicheng asked Ma Sanbao to call someone, but he took out a pen and wrote quickly and vigorously on the notebook.

When he was young, a military song "writes lyrics" by Cheng Jiaji and Liu Yicheng "composed music" spread in the marching queue.

The speed of word-of-mouth is undoubtedly amazingly fast in some special bad situations. Not to mention that the lyrics are so passionate and easy to resonate with these soldiers who are willing to throw away their family and business and sprinkle their blood on the battlefield in order to resist foreign aggression. It didn't take long, almost every soldier could hum a few lyrics like he looked.

Liu Yicheng, the initiator of all this, never expected that this poem could have such power.

First, a few hummed together, then a row, and a company sang, and finally there were harmony among thousands of people. To be honest, the sound quality of the soldiers' voices that were hoarsely smoky by the smoke of gunpowder was indeed not good, but the song contained an ancient nation with a long history and splendid culture. The call to be eager to be self-reliant and confident in the moment of danger is enough to move mountains and rivers, and the sun and the moon are reversed.

"The wolf smoke rises, the country looks northward. The dragon rises, the horses are neighing, and the sword energy is like frost. The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River. For twenty years, who can fight each other? The hatred is crazy, the sword is facing, and the loyal souls of the hands and feet are buried in other places. Why cherish the death of the family and the country? I endure the sigh, and I am speechless, and my eyes are filled with blood and tears. The horse's hooves go south, people look northward, and the grass is green and yellow, and the dust is flying. I am willing to defend the territory and open the border again. China is a dignified person, and I want to congratulate everyone!"

The officers and soldiers of the New Twenty Army were crying and could not sing on their own. They shouted, shouting at the shouts of their "respected" military thrones from the bottom of their hearts in Mengzha. They rushed forward with the Japanese air firepower.

When Cheng Jiaji shouted loudly in his dream, the life of Zhongyuan Ruyi was just better. In a sense, Cheng Jiaji, who suffered physical disasters, was much happier than Zhongyuan Ruyi, who suffered severe mental damage.

At this time, Zhongyuan Guiyi tried to first and then block the Cheng Jiaji tribe who was crossing the Qin River, and wanted to put it on the river stall that it annihilated, and then go down the river rock, and return to Qinzhou from the past.

However, the series of changes that followed completely disrupted the plan of Zhongyuan Rule 1.

First of all, the response ability of the main Chinese cluster commanded by the battalion director exceeded the expectations of Zhongyuan Ruyi. The battalion director did not care about the "magnificent" Japanese army led by Xiaofeng, who was behind his side. Instead, he concentrated all the troops with combat power and stabbed the Japanese army hard on the back with a broken axe and sinking boat. Although, for a moment, the troops commanded by the battalion director could not rush to the front of the Japanese army with the advantage of starting the first step, but the artillery interception of the Zhongyuan Ruyi more or less delayed the westward advance of the Zhongyuan Ruyi division. Thanks to this move, Cheng Jiaji could calmly cross the Qin River.

Although the situation on the battlefield changed, he knew that only by opening the road to the bridgehead on the east bank of the floating bridge could the entire army return, the Central Plains Guiyi, still unswervingly worked hard on the bank of the Qin River according to the original plan. So the Japanese army fought fiercely with the troops left by Cheng Jiaji on the east bank. After quickly "defeating" the regiment of the 188th Division and the armored troops of the New 20th Army, which were still in the forging stage compared to the Japanese army, Zhongyuan Guiyi immediately rushed to the south, trying to complete the last step in his scheduled plan.

In order to hold back the main force of the Chinese army that was following along the way, Zhongyuan Ruyi not only allowed all the chariot troops to launch a counterattack, but also drained all the last poisonous gas bombs at hand, which once again opened the distance between the two armies, which was already close.

At this point, even Major General Aoki, who was not very rude, asserted that he would definitely be able to reach the pontoon bridge in front of the "small" Chinese army that had crossed the Qinjiang River. Colonel Kobayashi, the chief of staff of the 21st Army's command post, also sent a telegram to Qinzhou in advance to send a large ferry to receive medium-sized tanks that could not cross the pontoon bridge. At this moment, the Japanese attacking troops were all excited about returning to the "safe" Qinzhou City.

Zhongyuan Ruyi's abacus was very good at playing, and his combat operations were clean and neat. The only problem was that he unfortunately met the head of the camp, a human spirit who even had to eat the despicable human spirit whenever he saw Cheng Jiaji.

Zhongyuan Guiyi and his subordinates did see the "Bridge of Hope" in the telescope, but there was a simple trench between them and the floating bridge. The two regiments of the New 72nd Division transferred from Lingshan by the battalion director have been waiting for more than an hour.

When I saw this trench that I would not look at right eyes, I would not even be able to see it. The strong and stubborn Zhongyuan Ruo just wanted to cry. With the Japanese army's firepower, it was absolutely fine to rush over. The key was time, which was unparalleled time.

When Zhongyuangui led his troops to the East Coast Bridgehead, which was still in the hands of the Japanese army, the gunshots of the West Coast Bridgehead also diminished. Looking at the bridge deck on the west coast that was obviously poured on gasoline by the Chinese army, the wise Zhongyuangui did not accuse the captain of the East Coast Bridgehead garrison.

As a result, the two armies on both sides of the east and west, which were both in a state of solitary and deep army, were reluctant to take on the task of defending this "bridge of life" that was equally important to them.
Chapter completed!