The heavens start from Changjin Lake

"Can you imagine the scene of minced meat and blood everywhere?" the scholar said again.

The monkey fell silent, obviously frightened. He felt that his previous thoughts were too naive.

"Stinky boy, you think the war is over by shooting, and people will die, and the death is very miserable. Learn more from your brother Chen, don't make yourself stupid by farming."

Old man Wang suddenly felt that the scholar was not so bookish anymore, and he looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Where is this going to take us?" Xia Yuan stared at the surrounding land, the wind and rain, the mountains and rivers, and the grass and trees were shaking left and right under the heavy rain.

"I don't know. Company Commander Du didn't tell us the mission. We're going to be on the battlefield so soon." Xu Liu frowned, feeling a little incomprehensible, and sent them out without saying anything.

Xu Liu deduced that they were going straight to the battlefield.

The bullets have been fired, and there is a high probability that they will go to the battlefield.

"The other troops of the [-]th Division did not set off, only our new barracks set off. I don't think we are going to the battlefield." Xia Yuan stood up and glanced at the town behind the convoy. It became gray under the rain, and gradually It's not clear.

"You're right. If the main force doesn't move out, it doesn't make any sense for us to go to the battlefield. We shouldn't be going to the battlefield." Xu Liu agreed with Xia Yuan's opinion. He thought what Xia Yuan said was reasonable.

Although the cannon fodder battalion is cannon fodder, it also has a function, that is, to block bullets for the main force. If the cannon fodder battalion is only sent to the battlefield, then it is completely meaningless.

If it makes sense, there is a high probability that it will also be used to consume the enemy's vitality.

The truck was bumping on the muddy road, and the sky was getting darker. A car rushed into a muddy puddle, and the front wheels fell into it. It hurts, and there are angry curses one after another.

The driver got out of the car and said to the battalion commander of the new barracks, "Sir, the wheels are stuck in the mud."

The battalion commander immediately waved people down to push the cart, and asked some people to find stones to put the wheels under the wheels. It took a lot of trouble to pull the cart out of the muddy puddle.At this time, the rain became heavier, and the raindrops the size of beans fell very densely. Everyone's clothes were wet and stuck to their bodies tightly, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

The car was still bumping on the road, and trucks fell into the ground from time to time, which delayed a lot of time.

We walked all the way until the middle of the night, and there were actually some refugees on the road, dragging their families, running to the west in the rain, some pulling wooden carts, with skinny old people and children sitting behind them, with luggage under them. Those who didn’t have wooden carts had to be carried by people, and some even brought their furniture with them. It was Lao Cai, a landlord with a prosperous family, and there were some men with guns around him, followed by more than a dozen bullock carts. The carts are as large as cabinets, as small as bowls and chopsticks, and the female relatives are sitting in the carriages.

And some wooden carts are completely pulled by manpower. Xia Yuan looked quite emotional. The collision of feudalism and modernity was displayed in the period of the Republic of China. socialism.

"All the fleeing people have come here, I'm afraid they are getting closer to the battlefield."

It was getting darker and darker, and the old man Wang began to feel anxious. He thought, or jump out of the car with someone now and mix in with the fleeing crowd.

But there are trucks at the front and back. Their car is in the middle, and the truck lights at the back are brightly lit, shining on the rear of the car. If you jump off the car, you will definitely be found. After thinking about it, old man Wang is finally Hold back, run away at this point, if found out, you will probably be shot to death by the officer.

The officer said before departure that all deserters would be shot and killed. There is still a certain risk in escaping now.

Xia Yuan noticed Old Man Wang's small movements and glanced at the others in the class. Niu Hai was holding a gun and sitting quietly on the ground, the scholar was dozing off, and the monkey was holding the gun vigorously, seeming a little nervous. People's gazes converged on Old Man Wang vaguely.

I didn't expect so many people in the class to be persuaded by old man Wang. It is estimated that these people are all people who want to escape.

Xia Yuan didn't say a word.

Xia Yuan couldn't understand the existence of the cannon fodder battalion. Even if the entire cannon fodder battalion ran away, he would not stop him. The ranks of the national army were full of injustice. Rare peasants brought in were people like Niu Hai who joined the new barracks.

Therefore, it is better for them to run and survive, at least it is better than blocking bullets for those main forces.

This war is doomed to fail, and the master of micromanagement can lose Tianhu's opening game, let alone this big melee.

The Songhu battlefield at night was a bit quiet. The Japanese army stopped attacking at night. Without flares like the US military, the planes could not fight at night, and the artillery could not locate the target. Therefore, the Japanese army stopped attacking at night. This provided a gap for the national army blocking the enemy to take a breath.

Were the Japanese troops on the Songhu battlefield fierce?Ferocious, the individual quality of the Japanese army during this period was one of the best, even surpassing that of the US military.

Influenced by militaristic ideology, Japan has spent decades training soldiers, and men are trained from an early age to prepare for service in the army.Militarism has penetrated into every aspect of the daily life of Japanese boys. Japanese toy stores have almost become war shrines, with military toys such as toy soldiers, tanks, helmets, military uniforms, rifles, anti-aircraft guns, bugles and grenades.Japanese boys use bamboo poles as rifles to play war games in the street, some even tie wooden sticks behind their backs, and think of themselves as 'human bombers' on suicide missions, heroes who died for their country.

A Japanese teacher named Mochi Motofumi once recalled that during the war, I repeatedly taught boys to study hard, exercise their bodies, pass the military conscription examination to pass the Class A, and go to the battlefield as a magic soldier, shouting "Long live His Majesty the Emperor", honorable battle Die, let the soul be enshrined in the Yasukuni Shrine, this is the true nature of Japanese men.

They instill in students that Japan's destiny is to conquer Asia and stand among the nations of the world as the best race, and it is the responsibility of every student to assist the country in fulfilling this sacred mission.

They teach younger boys to operate wooden model guns and older boys to use real guns.School textbooks became a tool of military propaganda, and one geography book even cited Japan's territory as a justification for expansion: "We look like the pioneers of Asia, marching bravely into the Pacific. At the same time, we are also ready to defend the The Asian continent is protected from external aggression."

Japan's education system has become quite militarized, and has even penetrated into elementary schools. From elementary school on, Japanese elementary school students have to line up in perfect formation and march in unison.The Japanese are also very cruel to their own people. In order to make elementary school students obey, it is common for teachers to slap students, punch and kick students, or beat students with bamboo sticks and wooden swords like abusive instructors.

They punish students physically by making them kneel on the ground with heavy loads on their backs, or stand barefoot in the snow, or run around the playground until they collapse from exhaustion. They treat elementary school students so cruelly.Their training was even harsher for aspiring officers.

All cadets of the military academy must complete all the military cadet courses in Shigu, where the barracks are crowded, food is scarce, and the classrooms are not heated. It is not like a school, but more like a prison.

In the United Kingdom, an officer can be commissioned after 370 hours of classroom study and [-] hours of self-study outside the classroom.

In Japan, the standard requirement is 380 two hours of classroom study and 760 five hours of extracurricular self-study. Military academy students not only have to complete extremely demanding physical training every day, but also learn history, land, foreign languages, Math, Science, Logic, Drawing and Calligraphy, etc., and they are required to be perfect in all of their subjects to win.

Most importantly, all cadets must affirm the 'Never Say Never'.

This is no longer learning, but brainwashing.

When Japanese soldiers were conscripted into the army to participate in the "jihad", they were regarded as loyal to the emperor, and they often had to line up on the main roads of the city to receive warm welcome from ordinary people. Some soldiers found their relatives in the crowd and went to Hug goodbye, and then put on a piece of "Thousands of Seams" carefully sewn by the family to enjoy the protection and glory of the whole family.

Therefore, there are no wronged souls under the atomic bomb.

It was this madness that made the Japanese army so fierce on the battlefield.

The difference between the U.S. military and the Japanese army is that the Japanese army is not afraid of death and has a certain amount of firepower, while the U.S. army is afraid of death, but has super powerful firepower. However, the U.S. military during World War II was still very good. There were almost no casualties in World War II, or they were injured and retired. Most of the soldiers who joined the army in the subsequent Korean battlefield were students, and they were pulled to the battlefield after simple training.

Compared with the Japanese, they are pale in comparison.

But for such a brutal Japanese army, the Japanese army also paid an extremely heavy price on the Songhu battlefield.

In order to brainwash the Japanese people, the photos of the Japanese army on the Songhu battlefield were all staged. The "China Incident Pictorial" published by the Asahi Shimbun in Tokyo published a large number of front-line battle reports and news pictures during the Japanese War of Aggression against China. , Under the lens of the Japanese reporter, their soldiers are neat in appearance, high in fighting spirit, and all of them are unstoppable.

However, the diary of an ordinary Japanese soldier named Shizuo Ogishima revealed the fig leaf of the Japanese army.

Most of the cadres below the captain, squadron leader, and squad leader were killed or injured, and their strength was reduced to half of the original. When it rained, the planes could not carry out air strikes for two or three days in a row. As for the artillery, because the ammunition was soaked in water, they were powerless to fire. '

The Japanese army also suffered heavy casualties in the Songhu battlefield, and even many Japanese recruits were afraid of fighting. This is completely different from the "jihad" they imagined, and it is completely different from how weak the Chinese are declared in the newspapers.

The truck bumped all night. When the distant sky shimmered, the truck drove into a ruined town, which was bombed by the Japanese Air Force and devastated. There were broken walls and collapsed houses everywhere. The ground is full of the remains of the ruins, and among the ruins, you can still see the corpses pressed under the broken walls, exuding a stench.

Many people came to such a battlefield for the first time, and they were full of curiosity about everything around them.

Company Commander Du came back from the front and said: "We will be stationed in that building, and we will send missions to our company later, everyone must be ready at any time."

There are more than 130 people in three consecutive battles, and there are more than 40 people in three shifts. There are only 12 of them in three shifts. They are stationed in the barn in the backyard. I didn't want to sleep, so I found a dry place and sat on the ground.

The scholar put his quilt on a wooden stick, sat next to the wooden stick, held the gun, and wiped the rifle brightly with a dirty cloth.

"Brother Chen, you are so familiar with guns, have you been on a battlefield before?" Niu Hai grabbed a piece of dry food and stuffed it into his mouth, whimpering.

"I have never been on a battlefield. Brother Xia taught me these. He is very familiar with guns, and he can take them apart and put them back together again." The scholar wiped his gun, looked up at Niu Hai's gun, and put the gun in his hand. The dirty cloth was handed to him: "You also wipe your gun, Brother Xia said, wipe the gun well, and it won't get jammed on the battlefield."

"Brother Chen, what is a jam?" Niu Hai put his butt next to the scholar and covered the gun with a dirty cloth to wipe it.

"It's just that the gun doesn't fire."

"oh oh."

On the other side, Xia Yuan, Niu Laotou, and Xu Liu sat together, took out the little dry food left on their bodies, unscrewed the marching kettle, drank water, ate dry food, and chatted.

"Xia Yuan, how did you get caught? In my opinion, your bayonet fighting ability is superb. It stands to reason that people like you shouldn't be caught."

Xu Liu was particularly curious about Xia Yuan's identity. He hadn't heard much about his past during training before. He only knew that these people were peasants, young men captured by landlords.

"Hei, squad leader, you don't know yet, the big guy was stupid before." Old man Wang said.

"Stupid, what do you mean?" Xu Liu took the water, swallowed the coarse grains into his stomach, and carefully packed the remaining dry grains with grain cloth strips and put them in his pocket.

The superiors did not allocate so much food to the new barracks, and the food was eaten a little, and a little less.

Hearing old man Wang's words, Xu Liu was a little confused.

Silly?

"The big guy couldn't use his head well before. We called him a stupid big guy. When he walked to the Liangkou, the big guy fainted. Then the people from the receiving unit beat him on the head, and he was beaten back." Old man Wang nodded his head, happily talking about Xia Yuan's past.

Xu Liu opened his mouth and looked at Xia Yuan in disbelief. (end of this chapter)