Four years of college experience made Chen Xiuwen familiar with the city of Shanghai. After traveling to the temple, this place that had long been connected with the city in later generations, now looks desolate. In the farmland on the roadside, huge bomb craters can be seen everywhere. In the town not far away, due to the air strike, many houses caught fire and thick smoke filled the houses.

Walking behind Zhu Chi, Chen Xiuwen looked at the scene as if he was still in a dream. Could this be the war? This is the famous "One, Two Eighth Songhu War" in Shanghai history.

Walking into this lonely town, there are ruins everywhere. Walking on the streets in the middle of the town, there are no civilians. Only soldiers carrying buckets are hurriedly lifting water from Yunzaobang behind the town to put out the fire.

After a turn of the intersection, there was a ruin with smoke in front of Shen Xiuwen. More than a dozen officers and soldiers were searching for survivors in the ruins, and from time to time they carried out a body to place it on a stretcher on the side of the road. Several young female soldiers wearing red cross armbands were wiping the faces of the fallen soldiers who had just dug out of the ruins with bandages, neatly tidy up their ragged military uniforms, and then covered them with a white cloth.

All of the dead soldiers were wearing wounds without exception. Black blood was dripping from many stretchers, flowing to the drainage ditch next to the street, gathering into a flowing river of blood...

All of this in front of him shocked Chen Xiuwen, Lin Jingyun and Shen Yi.

"Uh..." Lin Jingyun, who followed the last time, suddenly covered her mouth with her hands and ran to the corner to vomit.

Zhu Chi, who was walking in front, stopped, looked back, and sighed deeply: "How can she, a female student who has not yet left the school gate, suffer from this kind of place. Slogans and reality are always different things."

Chen Xiuwen, who was shocked, slowly came back to his senses and signaled Chen Yi to follow him to see Lin Jingyun who was squatting in the corner and vomiting. He subconsciously reached out to touch his pocket. Chen Xiuwen himself didn't know what he was looking for, but his hand took out a pack of camel brand cigarettes and an exquisite Cartier lighter from his pocket.

Seeing the camel brand cigarette in Chen Xiuwen's hand, Zhu Chi couldn't help but lit up and praised: "American cigarettes." In this era, imported products are all luxury goods, and only people like Chen Er Shaoye can afford it.

Chen Xiuwen handed Zhu Chi one, and Zhu Chi smiled embarrassedly and took the cigarette. Chen Xiuwen, who did not smoke in later generations, couldn't figure out why he suddenly thought of smoking. Perhaps this was Mr. Chen's habit.

A mouthful of thick smoke sucked into the lungs, and finally pressed down the tumbling internal organs slightly. A cigarette narrowed the distance between Zhu Chi and Shen Xiuwen a lot.

"Little brother, you are not simple, you can stand it." Zhu Chi smiled at Chen Xiuwen, who was pale and said.

Chen Xiuwen looked at the corpses on the stretcher, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, saying, "What's going on?"

Zhu Chi's smile suddenly subsided, and instead he looked angry, pointing to a broken red cross flag on the roof of a two-story building that had collapsed half a wall not far away and said, "Little brother, have you seen it? This is the battlefield hospital of our regiment." Then he pointed to the bodies on the ground and said in pain: "These brothers are all the wounded soldiers who we just retreated from the Bazi Bridge position two days ago. Because the supply line was blocked by the Japanese air force, they could not be transported for the time being. When the Japanese air strike, a bomb was at the location of the Chinese hospital. Most of the wounded soldiers and some doctors and nurses were killed."

Chen Xiuwen looked at everything in front of him silently, and remembered the eight-year-old war of heroism that broke out five years later, and the tragic Nanjing Massacre. Chen Xiuwen felt his heart hurt and his heart was crying... When he remembered that he came to this world because of the hateful Japanese boss, he took a deep breath of cigarettes and said, "This is all the sins made by the Japanese. One day we will pay for the blood debt."

Zhu Chi glanced at Chen Xiuwen in surprise and immediately put away his contempt. Yes, since he arrived at the Songhu battlefield, a condolence group had never been on the front line. Especially in the past two days, the Japanese planes blocked the supply line, and even the logistics troops in the division dared not come up, otherwise it would have caused so many wounded brothers to die in the country today.

"Little brother, I thought you were on our position and wanted to get a chance to become famous. When we first met, our attitude was a little bad, so don't take it to your heart."

Chen Xiuwen waved his hand quickly and said, "Company Commander Zhu is worried. I admire you patriotic soldiers who are fighting against Japan, but it's too late."

Zhu Chi smiled, turned her head and looked at Lin Jingyun who was still squatting on the corner of the street and vomiting. She frowned and said, "Little brother, I want to report to our team leader. Come with me, your classmate will let the driver take care of her for a while."

Chen Xiuwen nodded. He walked over and looked at Lin Jingyun squatting on the ground in pain, frowned slightly. He gave Chen Yi a few instructions. Although Chen Yi was a little reluctant, Chen Xiuwen's attitude was firm, and Chen Yi had no choice but to nod.

The regiment headquarters is located on the second line of defense not far from the front line of the town entrance. Chen Xiuwen, who has been a conscript for two years, couldn't help but sigh that the regiment commander is so brave and has such a high command position.

"The report leader, the student condolence group of Shanghai Jiaotong University sent us a truckload of dry food. This is their condolence representative." Zhu Chi saluted and reported to a tall, thirty-year-old colonel.

"A truck of dry food? It's too timely. In the past two days, the Japanese planes blocked our supply lines, and the brothers' food was almost the same." The colonel slapped his thigh and said happily.

Then, he quickly held Chen Xiuwen's hand with both hands and said gratefully: "This classmate, you are really a timely help."

Chen Xiuwen quickly said seriously: "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. This sir, you are brave enough to fight the enemy in front of you. Although we are all scholars, we all have a patriotic heart. We go to the front line to sway the flag and power for the anti-Japanese soldiers, and we will take the initiative."

When the colonel heard this, he immediately felt awe-inspiring, took a step back, saluted Chen Xiuwen, and said, "This classmate, I, Huang Meixing, thank you on behalf of my 528th Regiment of the 88th Division."

Huang Meixing. Hearing this name, Chen Xiuwen was shocked. Huang Meixing, Huangpu Phase 1, 264th Brigade of the 88th Division of the National Revolutionary Army, and Major General Brigade Commander. In 1937, during the Battle of Shanghai, the 88th Division launched a fierce attack on the Japanese army on the Bazi Bridge. Brigade Commander Huang was trapped in soldiers and unfortunately died in his country when he broke through the last position of the Japanese army, the Patriotic Women's Middle School.

When Huang Meixing saw Chen Xiuwen looking at him steadily, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised and asked with a smile: "Have you asked my little brother for your surname?"

"Oh, Captain Huang, don't have the surname Chen, my name is Chen Xiuwen. Just call me Xiuwen." Chen Xiuwen woke up and replied quickly. He sincerely respected Chen Xiuwen, the anti-Japanese general who later sacrificed his life in the State of Defense.

Chen Xiuwen's words just now made Huang Meixing very fond of this young man in his twenties. He patted Chen Xiuwen on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Okay, Xiuwen. This time, you can bring us more condolences to us under the bombing of Japanese pirates. I heard that your truck was bombed just now. Don't worry, I just contacted the division headquarters. After dark, a car from the logistics department came over. I will ask them to send it back to you."

When Chen Xiuwen heard a car coming to the evening, he suddenly remembered the scene of the field hospital that had just been blown up. He couldn't help but feel sad and whispered: "It would be great if the car had come two days ago."

When Huang Meixing heard this, his expression suddenly became depressed and sighed: "Yes. Although the Japanese pirates came in this attack, my 88th Division rushed to fight, but the soldiers were united in their hearts and drove the Japanese pirates out of our country. These martyrs who died sacrificed their lives for the country."

Huang Meixing was also quite helpless. During this 128 Incident, the 19th Route Army fought back. Now, Japan has successively increased its troops in Shanghai, from the 3,000 Marines at the beginning to now three divisions joining the battle, with more than 90,000 troops, and more than 300 aircraft. In terms of the national army, in addition to more than 30,000 troops, the Fifth Army and the 18th Army, which had just been transferred from the Jiangxi bandit suppression front, were only 100,000. However, in terms of weapons and equipment, there were no warships and air support. Since the war, the National Army has suffered more than 10,000 casualties. Especially their 88th Division, there were heavy casualties. The division commander Yu Jishi was shot in the abdomen and was seriously injured. In the battle of the Bazi Bridge, their 528th Regiment had already lost a battalion, and now there are less than a thousand people who are guarding the temple.

At this moment, a "swish" sound suddenly came from the air, and it was quite dense.

"Bombardment, conceal." As the observation post on the command post issued an emergency warning, the personnel who were still busy at the command center were quickly concealed. Huang Meixing hurriedly grabbed Chen Xiuwen, who was indifferent in front of him, and fell down.

The Japanese 75 Mountain Cannon shells poured overwhelmed at the junction between the front positions and the first and second lines of defense. Several shells exploded directly near the regiment command.

Chen Xiuwen was pressed tightly under Huang Meixing, motionless. He felt that although this was not the center of the shelling, Chen Xiuwen could still feel the whole earth trembling. He was like lying on a spring mat, and every cell in his body was trembling...

The shelling lasted for more than ten minutes, but Chen Xiuwen felt like he had been in such a long life. As soon as the shelling stopped, Chen Xiuwen suddenly felt his body relaxed, and the sound of explosion was buzzing in his ears. Huang Meixing's loud shout came: "The Japanese are coming, hurry up, order the Third Battalion to prepare for the battle immediately."

"Zhu Chi, escort Chen Xiuwen down immediately."

As soon as Chen Xiuwen got up from the ground, Zhu Chi pulled his arm: "Little brother, I will escort you into the town. Be careful of being hidden."

Chen Xiuwen reacted from his loss of consciousness at this time. When Zhu Chi was almost dragging him away, he turned around and found a yellowish crowd in the distance rushing towards the front position, and four tanks with black smoke making a "thump" sound were driving in front.

"Ghost, Japanese devil." Chen Xiuwen shouted in dismay.
Chapter completed!