Chapter 369: Poet, writer, musician...

September 29, Beizha County.

The air raid just passed, and the county town that was bombed countless times looked messy.

Many of the people who were still stranded in the city fell under the bombing of planes, and their homes were almost destroyed. They looked dilapidated.

Many parts of the city wall were blown up, and the military and civilians who had just hiding from the air raids quickly re-entered the repair of the city wall.

After shook off the soil on his clothes, Lu Yuzhang carefully wiped Gao Tong's leather boots. The adjutant sent him a telegram, but it was still the division headquarters who ordered that the breakout be allowed in extreme difficulties.

He called the telegram back to the adjutant, but Lu Yuzhang said nothing.

Extreme difficulty? Did you evacuate here just now? The 690th Regiment has no tradition. Moreover, it can be seen from the telegrams that the Beizha County town it defends must play a very important role in the entire deployment.

With the power of a regiment, it was really difficult to face the attack of a whole brigade of the island army, but Lu Yuzhang felt that this was also a challenge for him.

Two days have passed. In these two days, I have repelled dozens of attacks from the 26th Infantry Brigade of the Island Army and killed countless island troops, although I have suffered a great loss.

"Sir, can you still go out?"

An elderly man walked up and asked timidly.

Indeed, the people who did not evacuate now have some regrets, and they never thought that the battle would be so terrible.

After looking at the common people, Lu Yuzhang shook his head.

You can't blame the people for being afraid. War is not their business. You can never ask them to be as brave and fearless as the soldiers, and you can't ask them to be determined to die.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then left here while sighing...

In fact, it’s no big deal. The son and daughter-in-law are gone, and only one of them is left, a lonely old man who is unwilling to leave. Even if the islanders come in again, at least they will be the only one who suffers, and their families will be safe...

The planes of the islanders are really powerful. When they first came to bomb, they saw their neighbor, Old Man Sun, being bombed to death.

That blood flowed all over the ground, and it looked so cunning...

As the plane had just left, the artillery fire of the island army began to bombard Beizha County again. One by one, the shells hit the city, making a "rumbling" sound, shaking everyone's heart, as if the entire county was shaking.

A man who helped repair the city tower was blown up by shells and was already exhausted when he landed.

On the one hand, his mother screamed and lay on her son and burst into tears.

She only had two sons. One of them was beaten to death because of offending the islanders. Now the only son is dead, and she is still alone and still has her own lonely woman.

Suddenly, the old lady stood up, completely ignoring the fire that exploded around her, and cried and shouted at the place where the people in the islands set off fire outside the city.

"Come on, come on! Both of my sons have died at your hands. Come on, come on, come on, I don't want to live anymore!"

The old lady died, and like her son, she was also killed by shells.

When the cannons stopped, the people who had climbed up from the ground sighed, gathered the bodies of the old lady and her son, and left the place silently, because they knew that the attacks of the islanders would begin soon.

This has been the case for two days, with plane bombing, cannon bombing, and then infantry charges.

The entire Beizha County is red, dyed red by blood...

Ying Jun operated the machine gun in his hand, kept pulling the trigger, and shot fiercely at the island troops rushing up. He saw with his own eyes countless brothers, people, and innocent people lying beside him. There were too many hatreds, and he could only rely on bullets to completely vent it...

The Japanese who rushed up fell under his gun, but he still didn't feel relieved. In his eyes, there was nothing else except the islanders, and in his heart, there was no idea except killing all the islanders...

He saw the islanders rushing up, and then a brother picked up the explosive bag, pulled the fuse and jumped off the city wall.

The explosion sounded. The brother was finished, but the Japanese who rushed to the city wall were finished.

Ying Jun breathed a sigh of relief, at least he was still alive, although he didn't know when he would die like that brother.

I was originally a student at Yenching University. Like all students, I was enthusiastic and ambitious. I hated those foreigners who rode on the heads of Chinese people and always thought that one day I would wear military uniforms and become a glorious soldier.

Later, the beast from the island country came, and he and his companions went to Shanghai together. When they arrived in Shanghai, the battle of Shanghai began, and he and his companions joined the army without hesitation.

War is not as romantic as you think, full of blood and killing. Both sides fighting on the battlefield want to seize each other's lives in an instant, just like two wild beasts.

Ying Jun felt a little ridiculous.

Before joining the army, he even thought that when the war ended and when the smoke of gunpowder passed, he would write a novel. The novel written with his own personal experience would definitely be very, very sensational.

There are many students who have the same ideas as him. Some want to write poems on the battlefield, while others want to write the most magnificent movements.

Those who wanted to write poetry died in Shanghai.

When he picked up his weapon and threw it into the battlefield for the first time, a shell flew over and exploded beside him. With regret and his own poems, that companion died before he even truly saw the battlefield.

He died in Changshu who wanted to write a movement.

At that time, he had long since lost the idea of ​​writing poems and composing music, and the war even twisted his whole body.

Ying Jun even remembered that one time after the battle, a soldier hummed a sad song. The companion who had already reached the platoon leader and was full of musical talents rushed up and silenced the soldier fiercely and refused to sing these sad songs that might shake the morale of the army.

Now these people have all died, leaving only himself who is dedicated to writing books...

For some reason, when the enemy attacked again, the idea of ​​writing inexplicably rose in my mind again.

Write it down and record it all with your own pen and paper, if you can live without death.

Tell your descendants that in this land, for the sake of national dignity and national integrity, how many soldiers have gone on for this and shed their last drop of blood; how many soldiers have contributed everything to their own, but after their death there is not even a tombstone...

Another attack was repelled, and only half of his company was left.

He looked back and saw that the blue sky and white sun flag and the battle flag of the 111th Division were still flying at the highest point of Beizha County, majesticly watching everything that happened here, majesticly urging his soldiers to fight bloody battles for the war.

He let out a breath, took out the paper and pen and wrote a few lines, and suddenly saw the group of people coming.

Ying Jun hurriedly put away the pen and paper, stood up, and heard Lu Yuzhang say hurriedly.

"Ying Jun, take your company and immediately occupy the Dongzi Mountain west of the city. It is a commanding height and has not been noticed by the island army yet. If the Japanese occupy it first, they can directly set up artillery to bombard Beizha County."

"Yes, occupy Mount Dongzi immediately!"

Without any hesitation, Ying Jun quickly took his dissatisfied company out from Ximen.

It was the right time to go. When Ying Jun had just reached the top of the mountain, the island army obviously noticed that a squadron of Japanese soldiers were striving to climb to the top of the mountain.

The machine gun started to fire, and the Japanese who had climbed to the hillside fell down.

The Japanese who were suddenly attacked retreated in a panic.

Ying Jun wiped his mouth and ordered his subordinates to consolidate his position. He found a place with the sunshine on his back and sat down.

"I have been in the army for a year, and now I am a company commander. I am very lucky to be assigned to the 111th Division, which has outstanding military achievements and is almost a mythical one, but this also means that I will get more opportunities for sacrifice than others.

I used to think that as long as I am not afraid of death, I can get everyone's admiration as an excellent soldier, but now I know that I am really wrong. Death is actually the most common thing for soldiers in the team.

I used to think that if I sacrificed myself, I would definitely get the most grand funeral because I sacrificed for my country, but I was still wrong.

Those grand funerals are courtesy that senior officers can only receive. It would be good if a company commander like me could have a mat to wrap you up and buried you after death.

I have always had a dream, and I wanted to write a novel called "My Anti-Enemy". I want to record what happened around me bit by bit and show it to my descendants, but I don't know if there is such an opportunity.

Since entering Beizha County, I have found that I have never been so irritable. I have seen with my own eyes many tragedies that I had never believed before, and how the Chinese people in the enemy-occupied areas struggled on the brink of humiliation and death.

The desire to kill people has never been so impulsive. If possible, I even want to kill every islander I see and go all the way to their Tokyo!

This is the second day of the offensive and defensive battle in Beizha County. Almost half of my company died. Now I am ordered to station on a small hill called "Douzi Mountain".

The island army will soon launch a new attack. If I am still alive after this round of attacks, I think I should write this novel from now on, and this should be regarded as the preface to this novel..."

The Japanese plane flew over and dropped a large number of bombs.

Ying Jun looked at the sky in anger, then fucked the machine gun, and could see the Japanese. He wiped his sweat and then stretched his fingers smoothly on the trigger...
Chapter completed!