In Xinmin City, more than ten military trucks drove into the east gate of Xinmin. After entering the city, there were already soldiers of the Xinmin garrison waiting for them.

The trucks stopped one after another, the doors opened, and dozens of heavily armed soldiers from the 7th Brigade of the Northeast Army jumped out of the trucks.

The alert came, and Zhao Zhenfan opened the door and got out of the passenger seat of a truck in the middle. A major officer had already rushed over and saluted: "Take a seat."

"Yes." Zhao Zhenfan returned the greeting: "I have been ordered by the brigade to protect a group of patriotic students who are preparing to join the army in Shenyang. You can make arrangements and prepare some food for them. In addition, immediately notify the Shenyang authorities and send people to Xinmin to pick them up. .”

"Yes." The major officer quickly stood up and responded, then turned around and left quickly.

At this time, about a hundred young male and female students were on several trucks behind Zhao Zhenfan. With the help of the soldiers, they got out of the trucks one after another and looked at the unfamiliar surroundings with great curiosity.

Zhao Zhenfan walked over and said to the students headed by Su Hanyun and Zhang Xinghua: "Dear students, this is Xinmin City. Someone will arrange for you to eat and rest later. I have notified Shenyang Zhang Xinghan to send someone to pick you up. Please wait patiently. .”

"Oh, thank you sir." Zhang Xinghua was a little excited when he heard his elder brother's name and did not forget to thank him.

"Okay, Zhao is on military duty, so I'll take my leave." Zhao Zhenfan saluted everyone with a military salute.

Zhang Xinghua and other students were stunned, and subconsciously raised their hands in return with a less than standard military salute.

Zhao Zhenfan glanced meaningfully at these hundreds of passionate young people, then turned around and got in the car and left.

The war is ruthless. No one knows whether these young people can survive in future wars. Maybe they will all die on the battlefield and sacrifice their lives for the country. Maybe some of them will be lucky enough to survive and become a qualified Chinese soldier. *people.

Thinking that we might never see each other again in the future, Zhao Zhenfan felt sad.

"Drive." Zhao Zhenfan ordered with determination, no longer looking at those young and distressing faces.

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Shenyang, garrison brigade headquarters.

Xiao Lizi, commander of the communications company, walked into the brigade war room with the message he had just received, but Zhang Xinghan was nowhere to be seen.

Looking around, Xiao Lizi turned around and retreated, asking a guard outside the door: "Where is the hotel seat?"

"I went out with Guo Yingzao." the guard replied.

"That's it." Xiao Lizi pondered for a while and said, "Inform your company commander immediately and ask him to take people to find the hostel. Just tell him that there is a call from Xinmin City and there are a group of students who need us to respond."

"Yes." Xiao Lizi was once the platoon leader of the second platoon of the security company. Naturally, the guards did not dare not listen to his words and immediately ran outside.

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In the north of Shenyang City, the original Shenyang Military Hospital has been renamed the Shenyang Garrison Brigade Field Hospital.

There was a class of garrison brigade officers and soldiers standing guard outside the hospital. When Zhang Xinghan stepped out of the car, the soldiers standing guard quickly stood up and saluted.

Zhang Xinghan nodded and took Guo Zhong straight into the hospital.

At this time, there were still four to five hundred lightly or seriously wounded soldiers from the city defense army in the field hospital. Due to the limited number of beds in the rooms, many of the lightly wounded were forced to make simple bunks under the hospital corridor.

In the Northeast, the weather is already very cold in October, especially at night. The temperature in Shenyang will drop sharply compared to the daytime. There are only a few broken straw mats and old cotton batting on the floor to sleep on, which is very difficult for the wounded soldiers. , the pain can be imagined.

When Zhang Xinghan led Guo Zhong into the hospital corridor, a distressing scene came into view. The long corridors on both sides were crowded with wounded soldiers from the garrison brigade with ragged clothes and haggard faces.

The gauze on many of their bodies was still bleeding out, dyeing the gauze into eye-catching masses of red.

When the wounded soldiers accidentally saw Zhang Xinghan's arrival, almost as a reflex, hundreds of wounded soldiers struggled to help each other and stood up, regardless of their injuries.

Immediately, they all raised their hands that could not help but tremble from pulling on the wound, and saluted their commander with a military salute.

Among them was a wounded soldier whose ankle was blown off. He gritted his teeth and held on to the wall as he climbed up with difficulty.

Zhang Xinghan's nose felt sore and he quickly walked over. At this time, the wounded soldier with a broken foot was already struggling to stand up against the wall.

His already pale face looked even paler due to the severe pain, without a trace of blood, but when he saw Zhang Xinghan coming to him, a trace of excitement still flashed in his eyes.

"Hospitality!" The wounded soldier with a broken foot stood up and saluted in vain.

"Good brother." Zhang Xinghan quickly supported him.

The wounded soldier with a broken foot suddenly felt sore in his eyes when he heard this. The tears that could not be stopped by the pain of the broken foot flowed out like spring water at this moment.

"Brigade...Brigade...I didn't embarrass our old 3rd Battalion, and I didn't embarrass our ** people..." The injured soldier with a broken foot was originally a veteran of the 3rd Battalion, so he acted like this when he saw Zhang Xinghan arriving.

He was so excited that he stood up and saluted his superiors despite the pain of his broken leg.

As he said this, the wounded soldier with a broken foot couldn't help but burst into tears, maybe because he was moved, maybe because he could no longer follow his commander through life and death and fight on the battlefield.

As a soldier, an iron-blooded veteran, he is not afraid of death, bloodshed or injury. What he is afraid of is that he will be far away from the stage that belongs only to him - the battlefield.

He was deeply afraid that after leaving the army, he would be forgotten and would be at a loss as to what to do.

As a professional soldier, Zhang Xinghan may have guessed what the veteran was thinking. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't be sad. Recuperate well. After you recover, I will transfer you to the cavalry company, mount the war horse, and pick up the

With the sword, you can still go into battle to kill the enemy, and you can still serve the country. You will always be my soldier."

The veteran looked up at Zhang Xinghan with tears on his face and said in disbelief: "Really?"

"Um."

"Thank you, sir!" The veteran laughed like a child, crying tears of excitement while laughing.

Infected by the veterans, many young recruits could not help but choke softly and shed tears silently.

They are different from the veterans. They have palpitations for the rest of their lives, and they also have grievances that cannot be vented when faced with the threat of death.

At this moment, when they see Zhang Xinghan, they are like lost children seeing their relatives. They feel too many grievances and too many fears.

After all, they are still a group of young and heart-wrenching children, ten or twenty years old. At this age in future generations, they will still study comfortably and live a carefree life under the care of their parents and family.

But they have to shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending their country with their guns and bayonets. They may not have even killed a chicken in ordinary times, but they have to witness with their own eyes every compatriot and the Japanese invaders on the extremely tragic battlefield.

Engage in a desperate struggle.

When you see blood staining the ground red, corpses littering the fields, and when you see your compatriots and comrades who were still alive and kicking before the expedition, they have turned into cold corpses.

How much shock and fear will arise in their hearts?

Especially now that they are injured again and need to endure the constant pain and torture alone, spending the cold and silent night alone, without the care and love of their relatives, the loneliness in their hearts is conceivable.

At this moment, Zhang Xinghan arrived. The commander, whom they usually respected so much, personally came to see them and called them brothers affectionately.

The grievances and fears they had accumulated for many days were vented at this moment.

"Brothers, don't cry or shed tears. I know how you feel in your heart at this moment. However, in troubled times, there are many things that we can't do anything about. Think about it, as a soldier, as a man with eggs, when the motherland

When we are invaded and our nation is devastated, if we don't go up, who will? Are we going to let our wives, children, children, parents, brothers and sisters go fight to the death against the Japanese?"

Zhang Xinghan paused after saying this, and then said meaningfully: "Brothers, I came here today just to tell you what's in my heart. To be honest, if the Japanese devils hadn't launched this damn war, then my life would definitely be safe.

I am stable and happy because I have a fiancée whom I love deeply, kind and kind parents, my family is a well-known businessman in Shenyang, and my family is fairly well off.

However, I resolutely signed up to join the army. Why, because I couldn't bear to sit back and watch the country perish. After all, only a country has a family. If the country is ruined, why talk about family?

In fact, every time I go home to see my parents and relatives, I feel like I want to cry for the rest of my life, but I know that I can't cry, because I know that I am the backbone of my parents and relatives, and the backbone of our family.

I want to tell them with my actions that even if the sky falls, my son will help them carry it on his shoulders. My parents are getting old, and I am their entire spiritual support at home, so I can't cry.

Therefore, brothers, you must remember that we can bleed, be injured, and even die, but we must not shed tears, because our people and our relatives are all looking at us, because we are the Chinese nation.

People, our 400 million compatriots need our protection, because we are the backbone of this country and this nation. We must use our actions to tell the people that if the sky falls, we soldiers will be there. If the Japanese devils come, there will be soldiers.

We soldiers will bear it!"

The wounded soldiers present gradually became quiet after hearing this. Everyone stopped crying, wiped away their tears, and looked at their seats with firm eyes and awe. At this moment, hope and fighting spirit were rekindled in their hearts.

"Adjutant Guo!" Zhang Xinghan turned his head and shouted.

"Yes!" Guo Zhong stepped forward and said.

"Immediately send someone to the Zhang family's house in the east of the city and ask my father to buy beds and bedding immediately. Just as I said, I can't let my subordinates sleep on the ground to recuperate." Zhang Xinghan ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Guo Zhong responded loudly, then turned around and walked out as ordered.

"Brothers, take good care of your injuries. My comrades and I are waiting for you to return to the team, waiting for you to fight side by side and join hands to kill the enemy!" Zhang Xinghan said, saluted and then said: "Okay, I still have military affairs to take care of. I will come back when I have time.

Look at you."
Chapter completed!