“These victories are incredibly exciting!

Every body of the Japanese invaders proves to our entire army and the whole country that they are not amazing. In the face of the bravery of our army, they will also die.

However, victory is achieved through sacrifice.

I wanted to interview these heroes, and I expressed this intention to the two generals.

The general was silent for a moment and took me to a courtyard.

Compatriots, can you imagine it? When the bright moon pushed open the door and walked into the spacious courtyard, under the moonlight, the ground was white.

Mingyue accompanied the two generals between the snow-white, and the courtyard was silent. Even the rumbling cannons that were exploding from time to time outside the city became so far away.

Release a white cloth, and below is a face that is so young that you can't imagine. The blood stain on his face has been wiped away by clear water, but his eyes are still wide open. You can imagine how he roared and tried his best to shoot bullets from his gun chamber at the distant enemy before his sacrifice.

I don't know how many heavy machine gun bullets hit his chest, and his already thin chest was shrunk. His beloved military uniform was stuck with his flesh and blood. The nurse who helped him clean had to choose to wrap his chest with white cloth, but it still turned into a piece of blood cloth.

I looked up at the moonlight, trying to return my tears.

Because, I don’t want to be sad. In March of Songhu, I have seen too many sacrifices. I hope my heart may have become hard enough. I hope I can face the lost youth more calmly, but I still couldn’t help it.

I couldn't hold back my tears, nor could I resist my heartache. I had no courage to help him close his unclosed eyelids.

Because I was afraid that I could not help but check his name and write it in my diary. I wanted to remember each of them, but I knew that their relatives did not want to see their names in the newspaper.

That was glory, but for them, it was more despair.

If possible, I hope they all live and don't be heroes.

But the Japanese devils are here.

Every ordinary person has what he wants to protect.

The two generals stood among the whites everywhere, their eyes clear but their bodies were still upright.

Songjiang City does not lack white cloth, which is the last thing Songjiang people can do for the heroes. Under each white cloth is a life that once was extremely vivid.

And I know that this is not the end, because the real battle in Songjiang City has just begun, and the heavy Japanese troops outside the city are slowly approaching.

Perhaps, when you see this text from Mingyue, Songjiang City is shrouded in the Japanese artillery fire.

But my compatriots, if you have such generals and soldiers, please believe that if the Japanese army wants to pass through Songjiang, they must step over the corpses of more than 30,000 Songjiang defenders, including my Dan Tai Mingyue.

Finally, at my plea, although the general failed to allow me to go to the front line for an interview, he finally gave me a chance to interview with him.

The top commander of the front line, a lieutenant colonel, answered my phone number. The early morning night attack that I mentioned was completed under his personal leadership, but please forgive me for not being able to disclose his name.

However, it was not because he refused my phone interview, but because it was a private reason!

He found a soldier for my interview.

Although I listened to the thick Sichuan voice that I needed to listen carefully to clearly distinguish between the phone, I could still imagine that it was a vibrant soldier.

However, what he said was somewhat contradictory to my feelings.

He did not tell me how he bravely killed the enemy on the battlefield, but that it was all memories.

Just like an old man, he talked about the most unforgettable people and things in his life, as if only that can he be able to find himself back.

He fell into the nagging of memories, full of memories of his comrades.

They said how brave they fought and how they died, how the veterans who once brought him hoped to see their daughter get married alive, and they bought her a pure copper ring; they said how their comrades hoped to get a wife when they went home, and for this, they also specially hid the rewards given by the superior in a secret place, and only the closest fellow countrymen could know, but later both died, and no one knew where his ocean was hidden.

What a simple and simple expectation, it was gone because of the arrival of the Japanese devils.

Mingyue's hands trembled when recording the stories of these ordinary soldiers, but she still firmly chose to write down these stories and tell you.

until.......

Until the time stipulated by the general is almost used up, the interview is about to end.

Mingyue asked him curiously, and asked him that he had told so much about his robes, so what about him? Is there anything he wants to tell his family? If he agrees, I can leave his name here and pass on his words to his family through the newspaper.

I think no one would give up this extremely rare opportunity.

He was silent for more than ten seconds and replied to me: I have younger brothers and sisters at home, and my parents will be taken care of. I just hope that if I die in battle, everyone will forget me.

My pen suddenly stopped.

Tears that had been enduring for a long time finally burst out from my eyes.

I think I should understand what he means.

It is precisely because he knew that he had lost his comrades and had been thinking about their pain that he hoped that when he died, please forget him.

Let the comrades forget him, let the blood relatives forget him, let the motherland forget him, and let the Chinese people forget him.

But can you forget it?

No, I believe, I will not forget, his comrades will not forget, and China will not forget, in Songjiang, Jiangnan, China, there is such a group of Chinese soldiers who, facing the surging momentum of 100,000 Japanese troops, still roaring to the invaders on their own positions: Let's fight!"

The young man read the battlefield diary of Dan Tai Mingyue in the newspaper, his face was already full of tears, and the crowd around him was filled with sadness.

The sentence that completely defeated Dan Tai Mingyue's heart-warming defense: Please forget me! It also defeated the tear glands of the Chinese people.

There are more than just people who can't wait to pick up newspapers on the streets to study. The real but touching words of Dan Tai Mingyue completely ignited the fire in the hearts of the people.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Punish the Japanese devils out of Songhu!"

"Long live the Songjiang Guards!"

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Slogans rang one after another on the streets.

In southern Hunan, in Jinling, and in Jiangxia, I don’t know how many young students chose to take to the streets, hold up slogans, shout slogans of the War of Resistance, and express their support for the front-line battlefield of Songhu.

The recruitment sites in major cities have once again become crowded places.

On the noisy street, the old woman who had listened to the young man and read the newspaper stood there for a moment, turned around and left silently.

The young man who had been quietly following her caught up with her a few steps ahead: "Zhi Yu! Where are you going?"

The old woman stopped and looked back at the young man, with tears in her eyes, but her face no longer had the previous look of nervousness: "Ye'er, you are a good guy! Thank you for reading the newspaper for me. The old woman figured it out. Those who went to fight with the Japanese devils are not good guys! But they are all dead, how sad their mother should be!

I won’t look for my son anymore. I will go home and I will wait for him at home. If one day he will never come back like those children, then I will wait at home too. My son, as a mom, can know when he will come back to see me."

After saying that, the old woman slowly pulled away with some heavy steps.

The thin figure disappeared from the corner of the street.

It was not until this moment that the young man heard a sigh in his ears: "Zhang Yi, the commander of the Hunan Army who died in battle, where is his home? Can we pay tribute?"

"Go together, go together, how can such heroes not express our feelings!"

It was not until this time that the young man understood that the truth he was trying to hide had been known by the old woman.

No wonder she said thank you. It turned out that it was not thanking him for reading the newspaper, but for not wanting to hurt a mother's heart.

However, my mother's heart was still hurt after all.

Man Ya'er who was waiting for could not return to her, kneel in front of her and called out: Good health, Mother! My son is unfilial.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety are difficult to achieve both loyalty and filial piety! For a son, this is a difficult but has to choose multiple-choice questions.

But all my expectations for my mother turned into a bubble, which was cruel.

However, she did not cry, but chose to go home and wait for her son's soul to return.

Because his son died for the country and was a heroic soul!

Heroic soul, not far away!

At this point, the young man squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.

After a long time, he stood up resolutely, stuffed the paint bucket beside him to the team of students passing by. With the newspaper in his arms, he turned around and walked out of the city gate.

There is the conscription office of the Hunan Army.

From now on, I will be in the country!

ps: If I sacrifice, please forget me! It was what I read recently that a female soldier guarding the border said. A 40-year-old middle-aged man was instantly broken and wrote it in a book to pay tribute to Chinese soldiers!
Chapter completed!