On the morning of July 30, 1940!

There are crowds of people on the streets of Yiling, but what is inconsistent with the crowd is that the streets of all sizes are so quiet that they are terrible.

In addition to the soldiers who were guarding the streets with white flowers and guns, they were more likely to look at the distance with Chinese people who were looking forward to something.

They are waiting for someone, or they are sending someone.

During the three years of the Patriotic War, the coffin of the highest general who died in the front-line battlefield in China will pass through Yiling City at 8:30 this morning and arrive at the airport further west.

According to incomplete statistics, there were more than 100,000 people who went out to welcome General Zhang's coffin that day, which was almost 90% of the population in the entire Yiling City.

Perhaps, except for the babies and octogenarians in the cradle, the people of Yiling are all fascinating.

Because they all knew that General Zhang died for them.

With the development of the war, the Chinese Supreme Command had to admit that they had made a mistake. One of the main purposes of the Japanese army launching this battle was to occupy Yiling City.

They attempted to use this as a bridgehead and use navy and army troops to attack the mountain city along the Yangtze River.

In the distance, in the mist of the morning, a group of slowly moving black shadows appeared, and the crowd started to stir.

As the team got closer and closer, people could finally see clearly that at the front were two rows of soldiers in ragged clothes, with smoke and blood on their faces not having time to wipe them.

The words "33rd Army, General Command" were written on the left chest plate of their military uniforms, and the right armband was written on the "Return to My Rivers and Mountains". Everyone's expression was extremely sad, but their steps were still strong and firm.

Perhaps only those who know the military organization will know that this front team, composed of just dozens of elite soldiers, was the officers and soldiers of the 33rd Army Special Service Battalion who accompanied General Zhang to fight bloody battles on the front line that day.

More than 600 officers and soldiers in the battalion were killed in order to steal the general's remains and sent them to the rear. The battalion paid 85% of the deaths.

They tried their best, and they were worthy of the title of the most elite unit of the 33rd Army, but they still blamed themselves, believing that they had not defended their commander well, so that they were reluctant to even do any rest and guarded the general's coffin day and night.

If we count the war, many of them had not closed their eyes for several days and nights. Just by ending, they could endure the remnants of the most elite unit of the 33rd Army to death.

Colonel Tang Dao, the deputy spirit-help officer who arrived in Yiling last night, ordered them to go to bed immediately. The reason is very simple. When they send the general through Yiling City tomorrow morning, they will be used as the front team to open the way for the general.

This is an honor, respect, and inspiration!

In the words of Tang Tuanzhao: "You are my brother Zhang's most elite guard, and the sharpest sharp knife in the 33rd Army against the Japanese army. If you die, the happiest person will be the Japanese, and the most heartbreaking person will be my China.

The general was killed on the front line, which was a huge loss to our China. If he saw you again in the nine fountains, and asked you how you were here, how do you answer? Tell him that you were so tired and forced to die because of your own blame? Or tell him that I don’t know that China is now, because when you leave, the war is still raging?"

Tang Dao's words made the remaining troops bow their heads and say nothing, but they lie on the ground 20 meters away from the coffin and slept for 5 hours.

Although their military uniforms were broken and dirty, their faces were still unwashed, but their energy had returned. They held steel guns in their hands to open the way for their supreme commander.

As they walked slowly, there were three trucks behind them, each with white banners and huge white flowers hanging on the front of the truck, but in the truck where the tarp was lifted, there was a double-mounted machine gun with its muzzle high.

That was to prevent the last anti-aircraft artillery and trucks that the 67th Army could take out. There were 6 trucks with such machine guns in the entire convoy in total.

Until four soldiers carried a photo of military uniforms into Long Street, two lieutenant generals, a major general and an army colonel.

The nameplate on the chest of the three generals was all "33rd Army", which means they were all directly under the general, but the only army colonel's nameplate on the chest was written in "Second War Zone General Headquarters".

Behind the four people was a truck with the word "Dian" written on it, and a huge black coffin was placed in the truck's bucket.

It is said that it was a wealthy local businessman in Jingmen who heard that the general died in battle, donated the nanmu coffin that his old father had saved for 20 years to release the general's remains.

On both sides of the truck are two rows of people with white breasts, including generals in uniforms, old men in robes, and middle-aged men in black suits.

Perhaps only those who are familiar with them will know that these people who guard the coffin are all elites in the military, political, cultural and business circles in Dushan City.

The heavy voice of the female announcer came from the radio in the shop with doors on the street: "The general commander of the 33rd Army died bravely on the front line of the Anti-Japanese War a few days ago at the age of 49. The government issued the No. 1 Rong and mourning letter to the general to the state funeral..."

"General forever!" An old man in the long gown suddenly shouted heart-wrenchingly.

"General forever!" the people shouted together.

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"Hold to see the general!"

As the convoy slowly moved forward, the people were extremely sad. Regardless of men, women, young and old, they actually used the simplest and most intense farewell gift in China, and their knees fell to the ground and their heads touched the ground!

"Grandpa General, it's easy to walk!" A child only five years old knelt on the ground under his mother's leadership, shouting crisply.

Perhaps, the child did not understand what life and death is, what separation is, and what sacrifice is, but he still imitated his mother and saw off for this Chinese soldier who was not in his world.

When he grows up, he will understand and stand there with his head held high as the soldiers and uncles in front of him.

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"Return the gift!" An army lieutenant who was walking in the forefront was in charge of opening the road, and suddenly shouted loudly.

He is now the highest commander of the 33rd Army Special Service Battalion. These remnants of the general want to thank the general for his great gifts for the military and civilians of Yiling.

All the soldiers put their guns in their hands and hung them on their shoulders, raised their right arm, performed a standard military salute, and sent them to the generals to the great gift.

The four generals who carried the photos of the emperor also placed the wooden frame on their left hand and raised their right hand!

The soldiers knew that their sacrifice was worth it!

The people also know that all the sacrificed people are fathers and brothers!

At that moment, the 100,000 soldiers and civilians looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

A roar came faintly from the horizon!

As the squadron leader of the 1st Squadron of the 12th Air Force of the Second United Air Force of the Navy, Captain Jin Teng Saburo was actually very reluctant to perform this mission.

But Shangfeng's words are still heard: "It is a blessing for my great Japanese empire to die in battle. However, the Chinese are best at using propaganda to incite the emotions of those numb and lower classes. We must completely kill this possibility, and we must not let the Chinese return to the capital safely and inspire stronger resistance.

Compared with the fact that more imperial warriors can return to their hometown, what is personal honor and disgrace?”

Looking at the broken small town in the distance and the crowds on the ground like moving black ants, Captain Tengsanlang knew that the imperial intelligence agency had nothing wrong. The coffin of the Chinese general was indeed transported into Yiling City today.

The mission of the total four Zero fighter jets he led was actually very simple, which was to use machine guns to shoot the funeral crowd and bomb the coffin of the Chinese general with two bombs hanging under the wings.

Eliminate his body and make his soul unable to return to his hometown, further destroying the Chinese will to resist.

Although this is very immoral, it is a military order, and the war between the two countries cannot tolerate the bottom line of etiquette he once adhered to.

"All aircraft are ready to enter the battlefield and find targets to attack freely, but you must be careful, the Chinese will definitely have protective power!" Captain Jinteng Sanlang issued an order in the wireless telephone.

"Jin Tengjun is too worried. What threat can the Chinese air defense force that uses the army heavy machine gun as anti-aircraft machine guns pose to the latest fighter jets in the Empire?" a Japanese pilot chuckled.

"Yoxi! Let the Chinese tremble hard in front of the speed of the new Imperial fighter jets!" Another Japanese pilot laughed in the radio channel.

It's no wonder these Japanese pilots are so proud. The Zero fighter that the Empire has just entered service has excellent performance.

At an altitude of 4,000 meters, the maximum airspeed is 270 knots; climbing to an altitude of 6,000 meters only takes 7 minutes and 30 seconds; carrying various radio equipment, including directional equipment; the internal fuel range can reach 2,200 kilometers, and the installation of a secondary fuel tank can reach an exaggerated 3,300 kilometers.

Such excellent fighter jets are still top-notch even if they look around the world, let alone on the Chinese battlefield.

In their eyes, the old biplane fighters such as Yin 15, Yin 16 and Hawk III equipped by the Chinese are bulky and slow living targets, let alone the anti-aircraft machine gun modified by the Army heavy machine gun on the ground. They can eat their exhaust, even if the Chinese are powerful.

In fact, these Japanese pilots were not blindly arrogant. If nothing unexpected happened, in the Bishan air battle a month and a half later, they would, under the leadership of Captain Jinteng Sanlang, 13 vs 30 and 24-0, let the Chinese Air Force gain the most shameful air battle in the history of the War of Resistance Against Japan with a record of 13 vs 30.

The Chinese on the ground were obviously not deaf. They all heard the roar of engines from the air. Looking up, six small black dots appearing in the sky were getting closer.

The height of Japanese planes will never exceed 3,000 meters, and their purpose is obvious.

According to common sense, when people see this, the most important thing they should do is to flee in all directions. Judging from the density of the crowds on the street at this time, riots and terrible stampede are inevitable.

Even the lieutenant general who personally sorted out General Zhang's remains and put on military uniforms was shocked and angry in his eyes when faced with this situation.

The Japanese army's move will not only disturb the general's heroic soul, but also terrifyingly, it will cause huge damage to the 100,000 people who have seen off, which will make the lieutenant general and commander who have experienced many battles a little helpless at this time.

He knew that if he yelled at the alert, the people would be even more panicked.

Even the man in Zhongshan suit, who was the number one think tank around him and the head of the eight spirit-helping officials, also flashed his face at this time, and he turned his eyes to Tang Dao.

After all, Tang Dao is the man who was appointed to be responsible for security.

"Lou!" Tang Dao roared in a heavy tone but firm voice.

The four of them stood firm and placed the wooden shelf carrying the general's photo on the long street.

"All anti-aircraft anti-aircraft guns are ready for first-level firepower! All those who are in the army will draw their guns for me." Tang Dao's voice continued to echo in the long street. "The general's heroic spirit is not far away, let's see if I kill a few Japanese devils today."

The crowd of people who were originally a little turbulent on the long street actually became quiet. They just watched the soldiers of six trucks firmly sitting on the double-installed machine gun shooting seats, constantly shaking their handles to the command of the artillery squad leader, aiming the long gun barrel at the direction of the Japanese planes in the sky.

"Find the commanding heights and beat me up." The Chinese Army lieutenant at the forefront flashed his anger and waved his orders.

Although there were only dozens of people, and they were more likely to be rifles or submachine guns, these elite soldiers still obeyed military orders, passed through the crowd, and rushed to the roofs of houses on both sides.

The soldiers stood on the roof and pointed their guns in their hands at the direction where the Japanese planes dived from high altitudes.

Facing the enemy planes rushing at high speed, they knew that the guns in their hands were no better than fire sticks. Japanese planes only needed a wave of strafing, and they would fly blood and blood.

But they still have to do this and must do this. Even if they cannot land a bullet on the enemy plane, they must be a living target for the enemy plane to fire, and they cannot allow Japanese planes to leave the bullets to the people who are still standing on the street.

When the army lieutenant passed through the crowd, he passed by the young woman who was holding the five-year-old child's hand tightly, and had already run out several meters, then returned, squatted down and touched the child's head: "Remember to tighten your mother later, but don't open your eyes. When the uncle finishes beating the Japanese, I will give you a bag of bullet shells as a gift, okay?"

"Really?" The child couldn't help but cheer.

You should know that bullet shells are very hard currency in the playmate circle today. They can not only improve their status, but also find peddlers to exchange candy for food. Even adults can exchange the collected bullet shells for some food.

How much does it cost to a bag of bullet shells?

"My name is Lu Weizhen, I never tell lies. As long as you can do it, I will keep my word." The Army Lieutenant solemnly promised.

"Then let's pull the hook!" The child opened his innocent big eyes and stretched out his small hand.

"Hooking and hanging on it will not change for a hundred years!" The army lieutenant stretched out his rough fingers and hooked them with his tender little hand.
To be continued...