The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 237
The team could not move forward, the appearance of Ah Yi caused a commotion, the newly joined rout soldiers crowded together, and neglected to report their names, they did not forget the names of those comrades who died in battle and how they died in battle, the request for records is really There were too many, Ah Yi was too busy alone, so Xia Yuan found some literate soldiers, and the rout soldiers who could write set up a stall on the side of the road with boxes on the luggage. Xia Yuan also joined them, and they took the rout soldiers Recorded their names and home addresses, and then began to record the names of their comrades in arms.

"Hu Dagui, from Sichuan, the explosive package rolled into the tank of Little Japan, and died together with the tank of Little Japan."

"Wang Fugui, a native of Guizhou, exploded the dynamite package and died with the little Japanese devils, killing seven or eight little Japanese."

They read out the names of their comrades-in-arms, and tell what they saw, saw, and heard. Too many people died, and there were too many names to remember. They remembered the names of their comrades-in-arms very clearly. , and even how they sacrificed, it is undoubtedly the most painful to let them recall, but like Xia Yuan said, their stories should not be buried in Burma.

Their heroic deeds should be known to more people.

Xia Yuan comes from the future and knows what the future will look like. Many people in the future have forgotten about the expeditionary army, and even mentioned the expeditionary army. Some people are still a little confused. Is there really an expeditionary army? This period of history is too precious.

They suppressed the grief in their hearts and reported what they knew. More and more rout soldiers joined in. The heroic deeds originally brought too many people's concerns. They even took the initiative to join the Sichuan Army led by Xia Yuan , They understand that if they go back, their home and people are gone, and they will be cannon fodder if they go back, they might as well follow Xia Yuan's troops.

And the rout soldiers who had heard Xia Yuan talk about their future battle plan told these new rout soldiers what they were going to do, and got the approval of many rout soldiers.

They lost battles, were looked down upon, and spurned by others. They longed for victory for too long.

The heroic deeds originally connected their destinies together. Originally, there were only more than 200 troops left, and they grew rapidly in just one day. I don’t know if it was because of being demoted by Xia Yuan. The broken soldiers were very active.

"Do you think you are eagles? Going separately? Take a photo in the puddles on the roadside, do you look like eagles? Where is your gun? Where is the food in your belly? Are these two wooden stakes your wings? You are not even as good as a sparrow. Let me tell you how to go back. Have you ever seen a wild goose? There are only two rows, the wounded are held in the middle, and hundreds of small wings become one big wing, flying ten times farther than an eagle."

"You just went back like this? You are really useless, you were chased and beaten by the Japanese devils, you were laughed at when you went back, and you lost face to your ancestors. Our ancestors straightened our waists, and you bent our waists down again. Go back. No one wants you after that, you are the life of cannon fodder, and no one remembers you when you die.”

"We have a book of heroic deeds. Everyone killed four or five Japanese devils. It records our battle deeds. Don't you want to be remembered? After you go back, you will still be cannon fodder, so no one will remember you. Be a hero or a bear, you even look down on yourself, and expect others to look down on you, go to hell."

"Face is earned by oneself, not given by others. It is ridiculed by others, and face is earned by oneself."

More and more broken soldiers joined in, and the team was growing rapidly, especially the place in charge of registration, surrounded by broken soldiers, and the arms of a few people in charge of recording were almost thrown away, but they still kept recording tirelessly Speaking of the tragic battle, the rout soldiers couldn't help crying in silence. They listened to the tragic names and tragic deeds, and the suppressed emotions in their hearts began to burst out. They shouted to "down with Little Japan" slogans, joined in one after another.

Maybe even Xia Yuan didn't expect that such a method would greatly mobilize the determination of the defeated soldiers to fight the Japanese army.

They no longer clamored to go home, but wanted to stay and fight the Japanese devils desperately. Even if they died, they had to kill a few Japanese devils. People like them were defeated and fled back in despair. When the people in their hometown asked, they hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

They said they went to Burma to win glory for the country, but in fact they came back disheartened after losing a battle. They were ashamed to say it, but they still went abroad to fight and win glory for the country.

It can be said that the appearance of the Sichuan Army has won the hearts of a large number of people. In just one day, the original army of more than 200 people quickly grew to 700 people, and Long Wenwen returned to the position of regimental deputy.

With the strength of the two battalions, Long Wenwen grinned to the ears.

The team continued to set off. Some of the defeated soldiers would be infected by the emotions of the Sichuan Army and chose to join in, while some were ashamed, like walking dead.

"Tuan seat, weapons and equipment are a big problem. Of our more than 700 people, only three to 400 people have weapons, and the rest are unarmed."

Long Wenwen ran over and found that Xia Yuan was staring at the team, and said with some surprise: "Tuan Zuo, what's the matter?"

Xia Yuan whispered: "There are Japanese devils in the team."

Long Wenwen froze for a moment, stared at the team he had pulled up, and said in surprise: "Tuan Zuo, how do you know?"

Xia Yuan made a silent gesture, pulled Long Wenwen to the end of the line, and said in a low voice: "The ones in the line with white towels around their necks are Japanese devils. They use this method to distinguish between the enemy and us."

Long Wenwen believed in Xia Yuan's words very much. He raised his head to observe the routs of the four verticals, and found that there were many routs with white towels in the rout team. After a careful inspection, there were more than 20 soldiers. With a fixed gaze, he turned to look at Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan made a silent gesture and said, "Tonight."

Long Wenwen understood. After returning to the team, he observed the defeated soldiers in the team. After looking away, he muttered: "The Japanese devils of the dog day actually hit the head of our Sichuan Army. I really thought we couldn't recognize them. You guys, just wait, I will kill you tonight as piggies for the New Year."

After watching Long Wenwen leave, Xia Yuan found Meng Fan, dragged him to the back of the line, and said in a low voice, "The Japanese devils are in the line, and they are the ones with white towels around their necks."

Meng Fan stared, looked at Xia Yuan in disbelief, and then at the team, Xia Yuan said in a low voice: "Go and find everyone in the shelter, tell them, and then tell them not to leave." Squeak, do it when you rest at night."

Meng Fanle pursed his lips, nodded, limped into the queue, and walked towards Bula.

The team didn't go far, when a puff of smoke came from the side of the road ahead, everyone who walked from here had tears in their eyes, a guy burned a bunch of huge branches in the woods by the side of the road , It's almost finished burning, the green smoke floating in the forest is made by that guy, the green smoke comes from the branches that still retain moisture, enough to kill people and a large pile of black ash.

After the guy saw the black ash, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the black ash, then took out a fairly clean cloth from his body, held the burnt black ash with his hands, and carefully placed it on the cloth that was taken out, After Long Wenwen saw that guy, he looked at the green smoke rising from the forest, and walked forward quickly and said, "Hey, what are you doing, signaling to communicate with the enemy!?"

Knowing that Japanese devils had mixed into the team, Long Wenwen became a lot more cautious about the routs around him.

The guy who set the fire was speaking in a Yunnan accent that the defeated soldiers were already familiar with when they came, "I will burn my younger brother."

Xia Yuan stepped forward and watched him put Long Wenwen and himself aside, picked up the blackened bones from the ashes, stuffed them into the cloth, and wrapped them carefully.

Long Wenwen said: "You burnt, the Japanese ghosts can see it from three or four mountains away."

The guy who set the fire and set off the smoke said: "Without three mountains, the Japanese forwards followed our buttocks and took a bite if they could. My brother was killed by them."

Long Wenwen scratched his head and planned for others, and said, "Can't carry it anymore? Burn it so you can take it home? Come with us, let's go back to Yunnan."

The guy didn't respond. He took off his upper body, put the bag full of bones on his body, and then put on the clothes again, "Go back to Sichuan, the mountain wind here hurts people, my brother wants to go back to Sichuan, I grew up with my dad I came to the Yunnan Horse Racing Gang, my mother and younger brother were in Sichuan, and just as soon as they met in Myanmar, the Japanese devils killed them and the whole family fled. I was the only one who died. I wanted to take him back to Sichuan. That's his home."

Xia Yuan saw that the guy in front of him seemed to have a foundation in martial arts, so he said: "Follow me, I will take you to kill a few guys who bit your brother, and we will go home after we kill you. Your brother will not take revenge. You really feel at ease when you go home." ?”

The guy who looked listless raised his head and glanced at the two of them, and suddenly regained his energy. The other gun that was put aside was a very well-maintained rifle, and he also had a long gun tied with a red cloth strip. With a machete tied behind his back with a vine, he pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay!"

A smile appeared on Xia Yuan's face, "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"

The guy nodded, "When I was in the caravan, I practiced with the people inside."

Xia Yuan asked again: "How many can you fight?"

The guy thought for a while, "Three or four is not a problem."

"Okay!" Xia Yuan nodded, and said, "What's your name?"

"Dong Dao!"

Xia Yuan understood, and continued to move forward with the rout soldiers. After walking not far, trucks destroyed by Japanese artillery fire appeared in front of them. The trucks had been searched many times by the rout soldiers and refugees who had previously fled. Well, Milong, a money fanatic, naturally won't let it go, he asked for spicy and non-spicy and they searched it all over, but found nothing.

And in the woods behind them, there was another gunshot.

Long Wenwen said: "The little Japanese devil is here!"

Xia Yuan and Long Wenwen looked at each other, Xia Yuan said: "There are Japanese devils in the team, it is not easy to ambush them, they will definitely notify the Japanese devils who are chasing after them, kill them first tonight, and then find an enemy to ambush them , In addition, I need to know the strength of the Japanese army who is biting their ass behind."

Long Wenwen thought for a while, "Leave this to me."

Xia Yuan glanced at the team, shook his head and said, "No, I'll go by myself, you guys keep going."

Long Wenwen looked at him, "How can the leader go to investigate by himself?"

Xia Yuan said: "I'm not, you lead the team to move on, let Meng Fan make a mark for me along the way, I run fast, I don't feel relieved to let you go."

Long Wenwen persuaded again: "Tuan Zuo, let me go, you stay!"

Xia Yuan shook his head and said: "None of you can go, only I am suitable, this is an order."

Long Wenwen really had nothing to do, so he nodded and agreed to Xia Yuan's plan, but he was still a little worried. Although he was the deputy commander, many defeated soldiers of the Sichuan Army were all facing Xia Yuan, and he was even more aggressive. The broken soldiers were determined to fight. If something happened to Xia Yuan at this juncture, the consequences would be unimaginable, and the blow to the Sichuan Army would undoubtedly be the most fatal.

It may even lead to the collapse of the Sichuan Army.

Long Wenwen called Meng Fanle over. This guy was very talkative. He was crushed to death by a senior official. Meng Fanle was just a messenger, and he attacked the regiment leader. The regiment leader had nothing to do with him. Unexpectedly, Meng Fanle listened When Long Wenwen said that Xia Yuan wanted to go to the rear to check the number of Japanese troops, he said without thinking, "Let the group go."

Long Wenwen's eyes widened: "You bastard, do you know what the consequences will be if something happens to the head of the regiment? The Sichuan Army is over!"

Meng Fan looked up at him, shook his head and said: "It can't be finished, remember what Tuan Zuo once said? We should inherit the will of our predecessors and continue on."

Long Wenwen didn't know what to do, so he turned his head and left. Meng Fanle looked up at his back, turned around and found Xia Yuan, and went to him to make sure. What about the group?"

Xia Yuandao: "It's not that they haven't left yet. The Japanese army is clinging to the back, and all the routs are retreating. If we take the lead and go back to fight, we can bring over more routs. Only when we grow stronger, can we really return to the battlefield?" Zenda, the superiors will not underestimate us."

He added: "Don't worry, I can handle this matter well."

Meng got annoyed and tried to persuade him, but asked, "When are you leaving?"

Xia Yuan looked at the Sichuan Army Corps and said, "After clearing out the Japanese devils in the team!"

Gunshots sounded from behind urging the team to speed up their pace, but because the Sichuan Army was carrying luggage, the forward speed was not fast, causing the team to fall down quickly. Xia Yuan immediately ordered to unload the luggage, carry enough food, and pack lightly. Set off.

After unloading the baggage, the team advanced a lot faster. They shuttled through the forest quickly, and encountered more and more rout soldiers ahead, and even encountered many refugees. Those refugees followed the rout soldiers. As we retreated, some corpses began to appear on the road. Most of these corpses were refugees, and a few were corpses of rout soldiers.

(End of this chapter)