Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 312 Farewell
The drizzle was still falling.

The Japanese troops outside the city basically hid in the trenches with no flags and flags, and it seemed that they would not attack without absolute certainty.

The defenders in the city were also happy. The Japanese wanted to delay the time, which was naturally their wish. They could use this time to continue to strengthen the fortifications or allow the soldiers to repair.

The power of the Japanese 105 howitzers and 127 naval guns has been witnessed by many people. Except for the original air-raid shelter built by Songjiang, which can guarantee absolute defense, the rest, whether it is a newly dug bomb shelter or a fortification built with sandbags and logs, will be destroyed in its frenzy. There are weak scum in front of the air waves.

But the terrible thing is that not everyone can hide in the air-raid shelter, there must be enough people to stay in the position even when the shells are flying.

Otherwise, when the artillery stopped, they would run over from the air-raid shelter a few hundred meters away, and the Japanese infantry who followed the artillery fire and started attacking would almost arrive.

Once the Japanese army reaches the 50-meter charge position, the battle will be much more difficult.

If you want to survive such artillery fire, you can only continue to strengthen the fortifications, and you can't spare your physical strength.

However, since the Japanese army was about to arrive, most of the original 6000 young and strong people left, and only a small number of less than 1000 people chose to stay. The army is safer when they come together.

Now they are basically sent to deliver supplies, and the work of building the fortifications can only fall on the soldiers themselves.

Taking advantage of the idle period when the Japanese army stopped attacking, the various regiments and positions in the city continued to be busy building stronger fortifications, and the Cangcheng defenders after eating, no, it should be said that the garrison battalion directly under the Songjiang Command held a funeral for the sacrificed soldiers ceremony.

However, in addition to the remains transported back in the dark last night, more than 300 people were buried underground in Cangcheng, which had been occupied by the Japanese army, and only another 300 could be buried in the city.

Bursts of white smoke rose from the Japanese positions outside the city, stretching for more than ten miles in the autumn rain. It was because they were burning the bodies of their soldiers who died in battle in order to facilitate the transportation of the ashes back to the country.

But what the Chinese people pay attention to is to go to the soil to be safe, and it is in a vegetable garden in the corner of Songjiang City near the North City.

Tang Dao personally led the remaining 200 members of the garrison battalion, and spent an hour digging a pit several meters deep and nearly 30 meters in diameter, which was bigger than a basketball court.

The 200 people were already crawling and rolling in the Cangcheng position, covered in mud and water like clay figurines, but now that they dug the pit, they were covered in mud, and the military uniforms were full of holes in the flames. , very embarrassed.

But no one complained. Compared with their dead comrades, they were all lucky.

The remains of 300 people sent back last night after being washed and wrapped in white cloth were placed in the open space outside the pit. There was no coffin to protect them from the wind and rain. The white cloth was the best courtesy Songjiang defenders could give to their dead colleagues .

Wang Xirui, head of the 644 Regiment, and Lao Wang, two army colonels, attended the burial ceremony of the police camp. The soldiers who died here turned out to be their two subordinates, and they both had to attend due to circumstances.

Except for them, Tang Dao didn't invite higher-ups, because don't look at the Japanese temporary truce now, but after all, it is wartime. If there are too many people gathered, if the Japanese army bombards them all, why don't they also give the farewell people to everyone? Send it away!

However, when the big pit was dug, the two army colonels personally accompanied Tang Dao and others to arrange the 300 remains at the bottom of the pit neatly, and then stood at attention to wait for someone to seal the large joint burial tomb, when a sudden sound came from outside the vegetable garden. Shouted: "Salute!"

Then, two hundred soldiers covered in mud and water saw that the two supreme commanders of Songjiang City walked up to the two army colonels in the front row one by one, straightened their waists, and stood in the drizzle.

"Fengtu!" Liu Zhenshan, who was temporarily serving as the etiquette officer, roared.

Soldiers around the pit covered the remains with soil one after another.

Originally, Qian Dazhu, who had already accepted parting and felt that he could be the leader of a row, thought that he would not shed tears so easily, but when he saw his familiar face gradually disappear into the dirt, especially when he was standing beside him When the senior soldier Taozi on the side began to sob in a low voice, his nose was still sore.

After all, I still can't bear it!

Two lines of hot tears flowed wantonly on his cheeks, and those who once squeezed the same bed with him will never see each other again.

Farewell now, forever.

The light rainwater floated on the faces of every soldier standing upright, but it seemed to become thicker in an instant, and it actually washed out traces on the muddy cheeks.

It's just that, apart from the low sobs of a few recruits, there was more of the sound of shovels splashing dirt.

The rain washed everyone's faces and covered the grief of the veterans.

Like the commanders who stood before them, they stood until the hole was completely filled with soil.

However, it was not piled up into a soil bag like the Chinese custom, it was to prevent the Japanese army from finding the location of the military tomb after the city was broken.

On this point, Tang Dao thought very carefully.

Then, Tang Dao, who was standing behind the general and the colonel, roared, "Take off your hat!"

All soldiers, from generals to privates, took off their helmets.

"salute!"

Everyone, raise your right hand and salute!

After 1 minutes, Tang Dao hissed and roared: "The gift is over!"

Everyone wait, put down your right hand.

"Sir, please speak!" Tang Dao strode forward, and saluted the two generals who had turned around.

General Wu Zhong's sharp eyes slipped across the face and body of the "clay figurines" with big painted faces, whose bodies were in tatters even though the queue was neat in front of them.

Colonel Wang Xirui on the side hurriedly explained to these soldiers: "The Japanese threw sulfur bombs, and many brothers' clothes were burned. They just participated in the excavation, so the army's appearance is disorganized and its power is weak. Please forgive me, sir."

However, Lieutenant General Wu waved his hands, strode forward, and walked into the queue of soldiers, his eyes resting solemnly on the tattered military uniforms of the soldiers that had been burned into holes.

The top general of Songjiang City had tears in his eyes as he walked slowly in front of every soldier.

"Salute!" The old Wang who was deeply shocked roared sharply.

All the soldiers faced their general and raised their right hands in unison.

Lieutenant General Wu returned the salute until he walked out of the queue of soldiers.

"Your regiment commander just said that your military uniforms are tattered and your military appearance is disheveled, which leads to the loss of military prestige." Lieutenant General Wu looked at the group of soldiers under his command who were dressed in tatters and extremely dirty, with mud and rain on their faces. "But I want to say, no, this is the neatest military uniform and the most grand military power I have ever seen."

The soldiers stood in the rain holding their breath, their chests involuntarily raised.

Pointing to the joint burial tomb of more than 300 officers and soldiers that had just been sealed, the voice was high-pitched: "They, together with you, created a miracle in the Songhu War. With less than [-] soldiers, they resisted the Japanese army with more than one infantry regiment carrying dozens of soldiers. The artillery bombarded for more than ten hours and killed more than [-] Japanese soldiers.

You not only held your position, but also severely damaged the Japanese invaders, so that the Japanese invaders dare not attack again now.

With such an army, who dares to say that your army is not powerful?
You Cangcheng front-line defenders, to be precise, are my Songjiang Garrison Battalion, the sharpest swords in my tens of thousands of troops. When you choose to step into that battlefield, you are already there. "

"Deputy Commander Guo and I came here not at the invitation of your Battalion Commander Tang, but on our own initiative." General Wu continued. "First, I want to send these young people off, they are all good; second, I just want to come to see you, to see what your sharpest swords look like, and to see whether you will be in the credit book Get on your laurels.

It seems that you are fine.

But I still hope that you will tell me personally, if there is still a tough battle in Songjiang, if I give the military order, do you dare to fight with the little devil again? "

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

Under the chanting of Tang Dao's real arm, 200 officers and soldiers waved their arms collectively, and chanted along with their chief.

The roar was deafening and went straight into the sky.

That was not only the answer to his supreme commander, but also the best farewell to Pao Ze who had just been buried in the soil.

The morale of the guard battalion reached its peak at this moment.

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