On the morning of March 18, the two infantry battalions and artillery battalions of the Four-Road Regiment, which had been repaired overnight at the 683rd Brigade station, all followed Gong Shaoxun to return to the already-developed "Dakouzi Cave" station.

Tang Dao, along with the Guard Company and the Special Squadron, stayed at the 683rd Brigade station.

Not only because the open and honest Brigade Commander Cheng needed Tang Dao to personally sign and receive the spoils won by the Four Regiments in the Battle of Beiganling and Lucheng, but also because the 921st Division headquarters sent a message, the two chief officers of the division headquarters, the division guard battalion, and the division baggage battalion had already embarked on the way to the 683rd Brigade.

In addition, the two officials named Tang Dao and said they wanted to invite Tang Dao to have a celebration wine.

In Tang Dao's heart, these two people are not just superiors. They are outstanding figures who have written their own colors in Chinese history. If they speak in person, Tang Dao will naturally not leave.

Even so, Tang Dao couldn't help but be anxious after all. He didn't want to miss the celebration banquet of the 683rd Brigade, but he didn't want to miss the one belonging to his Four-Travel Group.

But it's not a celebration banquet!

However, annihilation of thousands of Japanese invaders was very excited for the Four Corps, but it was not enough to be ecstatic.

What Tang Dao didn't want to miss was the ceremony of invading the officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment!

Because he knew that the war was extremely long, Tang Dao, who arrived at the 'Dakouzi Cave' station, first decided the address of the arsenal, and the second was to ride a horse and take several major officials of the regiment headquarters to find another suitable place.

The location requirements are quite strict. The mountains you are leaning against should be large, lush, and facing north and south. It is best to have two mountains on the left and right, and not too far away from important locations such as the regiment headquarters.

If it weren't for the purpose of Tang Tuanzou later, several chief officials would have thought that Tang Tuanzou would build a vacation villa like some senior officials they had met.

The one Tang Dao is looking for is the Martyrs Cemetery!

In the future, all four regiments and even the rest of the Chinese army, no matter what faction, as long as they sacrificed for national war, are qualified to be buried in this martyr's cemetery!

This is not just to inspire the morale of the entire Sixing Group. Even if it is sacrificed, it will leave you a place for you to pay tribute to future generations in the beautiful mountains of China. Instead, the little butterfly from the future has seen too many stories of "sending veterans home" in the future world.

An isolated tomb is guarded by local villagers. No one knows who is named in the tomb. I only know that because of the fierce battle with the Japanese army, several officers and soldiers died. Because of the fierce battle, they had to be buried here. The villagers thanked him for his grace for defending the country and took the initiative to repair the tombs and burn paper to burn incense for decades.

It is unknown whether the person in the tomb is resting in peace, but what about their relatives? To see people in life and to see corpses in death is one of the obsessions of Chinese people about life and death since ancient times.

Death is not scary, what is scary is that it is unknown!

In the past, there was inconvenient transportation and underdeveloped information. Even if the relatives in the family were worried about it, their parents would not be able to die at the end of their lives. It was a long-lasting disaster for every family. Whenever they thought about it, their hearts were hurt like needles.

Later, when they entered the information society, many people began to post help, some wanted to find their relatives, some wanted to help the sacrificed soldiers in the lonely grave find their relatives, and the ending of the story that could be reported by TV and newspapers was very satisfactory and touching, but Tang Dao, a soldier, knew that behind this perfection and touching, there were actually more scars that had not been healed.

Of course, Tang Dao would not blame anyone. He knew very well that it was because of the limitations of that era and the arduous and simple conditions at that time. There might be files of officers and soldiers, but not many.

Moreover, the failures after failure made the commanders focus on 'Can we survive tomorrow?', "Can we really win this battle of defense?", "What will my soldiers eat tomorrow?", "Who can still have the energy to think about soothe the inner sorrow of living people?

Therefore, Tang Dao should avoid this mistake, at least the relatives of the combat officers and soldiers under his command should not have this regret.

Tang Dao used his best efforts to improve the files of all officers and soldiers, including the young and strong recruited temporarily, and also kept a backup. Each officer and soldier sewed the battalion and company organization and name in the lining of the military uniform. If the officer and soldier died in battle, they could find their home address based on their information. When the battlefield situation stabilized, they would mail their sacrifice news, medals of merit, pensions, etc. back to their hometown!

In addition, it is this mountain-type martyr cemetery covering dozens of acres of land.

All the officers and soldiers of the Four Army Corps who died in battle, regardless of where the battle was, would bring back their remains and be buried here with permission. If it was really difficult to do so, then cremate them on the spot and buried the ashes in the Martyrs Cemetery!

Tang Dao even thought that one day he could go to Songhu, Songjiang, Guangde, and Zhengzhou to move the remains of soldiers who died in the battlefield in the Sixing Group to this place.

Not just to commemorate, to let them rest in peace, but to let their relatives and families have a precise place to embrace them in their arms without suffering for decades of hesitation and despair!

Tang Dao will never forget a real image he saw when he first entered the frontier military camp: an old mother in her seventies found the tombstone of her young son who died at the age of twenty in the Martyrs' Cemetery. She first slapped the tombstone and scolded him for being unfilial, but finally she gently held the cold stone until the sun sets down!

Several school officials around him stood upright, but burst into tears!

"His mother saved up for fifteen years to travel to the frontier! But she is over seventy now, and this may be the last time she has come." Tang Dao, who had just entered the recruit company, was sitting straight in front of the political commissar of the recruits regiment. Although his voice was very light, Tang Dao could hear it.

"Chief, how did you know?" Someone couldn't help but ask softly.

"Because, he and I are recruits of the same period. Twenty-six years ago, I and him were sitting side by side like you, sitting side by side on this land." The Army Colonel, who had no arms, turned his head and looked at the recruits behind him and grinned.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Tang Dao can see the tears flashing in the eyes of this middle-aged soldier who is already considered a high-ranking official.

"For the sake of our motherland, we are not stingy with our lives; for our mother, we must live!" This is the first lesson that Tang Dao was deeply touched after entering the recruit company.

Whether for the motherland or mother, whether to sacrifice or live, hard training is the only choice for the soldiers.

But as a soldier, Tang Dao knew that when he went to the battlefield, life and death were no longer within his control! As a soldier, he could not decide his life and death, and he could not decide not to let his mother cry, but as a commander, Tang Dao could at least let his mother hug his son, even a cold tombstone!

Tang Dao had already agreed with Gong Shaoxun and two infantry battalion commanders last night that he would rush back to the garrison by three days at the latest and preside over the burial of the martyrs himself.

If Tang Dao's memory is not wrong, because the Japanese offensive was strong at this time, the 921st Division had not yet established a large and coherent base, and the 921st Division headquarters had not yet moved to the most famous General Ridge and Chishui Village in the future.

If there are hundreds of miles apart, the two chief officials will take thousands of troops with the guard battalion and the baggage battalion, and they will have to pass through the Japanese-occupied area and travel through mountains and rivers, but I don’t know how many days and nights will it take.

Tang Dao received a good courtesy, so his residence was arranged next to the small courtyard where Commander Cheng lived. The gables in Taihang Mountain Village were very short, only 1.5 meters. Tang Dao was 1.8 meters tall, and once he walked to the yard, he could meet Commander Cheng, who was constantly busy with military affairs there.

The air in the morning was very fresh, and there was no war. Tang Dao, who had eaten two white buns and drank a bowl of porridge, was a little sad, but sat on the millstone on the other side and gave the instructions to several staff officers who came to report with materials to look up at Tang Dao standing in the yard and looking at the distant mountain. He smiled on his face, and walked over with a few pieces of paper.

"What's wrong, my old Cheng is not a good hospitality! I'm so sad, Brother Tang? Come on, give me one of the Japanese cigarettes you seized!" But Commander Cheng didn't go around from the gate of the courtyard and leaned against the low gable.

The two of them were the ones you, Captain Cheng and I, Commander Tang, called me. When the battle in Beiganling and Lucheng was over, hundreds of thousands of kilograms of white flour, rice and corn were carried back to the station. Comrade Wang Xiaoqiang would call him Brother Tang every time he met. Commander Cheng would not call him official position, but he directly called him a name that was more intimate than Brother.

Obviously, high emotional intelligence is one thing, and the most important thing is to fill 20,000 pieces of food in the belly of a big man.

Yes, the actual force of the 921st Division has already exceeded 20,000, which is also the specific data that Tang Dao only knew last night.

Tang Dao could only be dumbfounded at that time.

If his memory is not wrong, when the 921st Division crossed the Yellow River east in September last year, it only brought three main regiments, division headquarters and other auxiliary troops, leaving a main regiment and brigade headquarters of the 583rd Brigade to garrison north of the Yellow River. The entire division rushed to the northern battlefield with about 9,700 soldiers.

How long has it been, it has doubled and has turned around. This propaganda and mobilization ability is really unmatched!

This is also because in the early days of the War of Resistance Against Japan, everyone's attention was focused on large battlefields such as the Battle of Shanghai, the Battle of Xuzhou, and even the Battle of Jiangxia, and no one paid much attention to this "small" unit with outstanding achievements in the future. The senior executives of the 80th Army were also accustomed to being low-key, and of course they would not take the initiative to tell the outside world how much of their troops were. Tang Dao was not particularly clear about this little-known history.

In fact, in the past six months alone, the entire 921st Division has reached 25,000 troops, and the division's direct troops alone have reached 2,400. Elite troops were drawn from each department to form a teaching regiment, an independent regiment, a new regiment, an independent detachment, and an eastward column.

If Xiong Yuan refused to admit defeat and gathered all his troops to fight with the 683rd Brigade, the 921st Division, which was forced to show all his strength, might really give them a big surprise.

However, by then, it would probably not be the North China Front Army Command meeting to study how to deal with Xiong Yuan, a Japanese lieutenant general who was destined to take the blame, but the meeting to study how to increase troops to suppress this sudden confidant.

25,000 people, almost the strength of an infantry army. Coupled with another infantry division with similar combat power, the Eighty Army has the strength to compete with a fully organized Japanese Army division, which is definitely something that the Japanese North China Front Command cannot tolerate.

Of course, this information seemed to be revealed to Tang Dao by Captain Cheng, but Tang Dao knew that this was actually just an olive branch handed over by Captain Cheng, and even from the instruction from higher-level officials.

Tang Dao naturally accepted it happily, and at the same time he also told Captain Cheng that he would go to big cities to purchase precision machine tools and raw materials and vigorously develop an arsenal.

This is no longer a reciprocity, but an obvious response. I am not only a rich man, but also a rich man who is particularly interested in you. Come and hook me up! I am very easy to get caught.

If it were someone else, Tang Dao would be so "immute" that he might be slapped to death by the gradually mature Eighty Army.

But Tang Dao told everyone with his record of being hard, which is harder than harder. My ideal is to cut off the Japanese's brains. Thousands are too few, and tens of thousands are not disliked. He is a real Chinese iron-blooded soldier.

Besides, Tang Dao is from Sichuan and is also from Sichuan Army. He has little involvement with that person, and his identity is very important.

Don’t think that the Eighty Army and the Sichuan Army will fight to the death during the Great Transfer. The guiding ideology of the Sichuan Army is very clear. As long as you don’t come to occupy my territory, you may be fine. Maybe when will the world meet again!

This is also the sorrow of the principal. Since he ascended to the high position, he has never truly unified all forces. If the warlords of various provinces work together with him, what else can't be at ease?

Therefore, the final historical process shows that he is just a passerby in history, and his lofty ideals ultimately overcome corruption and darkness.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But no matter what, when Tang Dao knew the strength of the 921st Division, he deeply realized why even the two of them rushed to the division's logistics battalion. In this kind of war, military strength is very important, but it is really not an easy task to support these more than 20,000 great men.

Most of the titles "Little Brother Tang" are probably because of this.

I hope those two don’t call themselves like this. It’s different from Chief Cheng, who is more distorted in character and more suitable for being friends. Those two are elders, and Tang Dao, who knows the future, dare not act like that.

"Hey! Those who are used to fighting wars suddenly get idle and feel a little uncomfortable!" Tang Dao took out a cigarette with a wry smile and handed it to the person.

Although he was anxious, he also knew that there was no high-speed rail ash in this mountain, so he could walk around casually for several days. The two chief officers of the 921st Division were the backbone of 10,000 or 20,000 elite troops. Once they moved, the information was first, and the areas involved in the route were strictly safe and the itinerary was even slower, and it was not easy to do it for several days.

If Tang Dao takes the initiative to ask, wouldn't it be urged to others! If something happens, Tang Dao will not be able to bear this responsibility.

"Okay, don't let me go around, who said that wars will be fought every day? You just want to know when the two leaders will arrive? Show me depression, just wait for me to tell you!" Captain Cheng lit a cigarette with the match that Tang Dao took the initiative to wipe, spit out a mouthful of blue smoke, and glanced at Tang Dao with a smile.

"Hehe! Brother, please understand me. I am the leader of the group at least! There are so many affairs in the group!" Tang Dao was not embarrassed and said with a chuckling.

Anyway, his melancholy eyes were indeed performed, and the only audience was the man who got up early in the morning.

"It's great, Brother Tang, don't worry. The two leaders are not as uninterested as you imagined. Knowing that your four-way regiment is busy, you are still staying with my minister. When it was passed to the 22nd Group Army, I thought it was my headquarters that detained you!" Captain Cheng smiled and gave Tang Dao a reassurance.

"The division headquarters is only 70 miles away from here. When the 108th Division was defeated, all the external release troops were retreated and occupied the county town. There will be no Japanese troops in each mountainous area for a short time. Last night, I sent an infantry battalion to greet him. The two leaders set off at 5 a.m., the slowest, and it will be at sunset.

At the latest tomorrow, you can return to your Four-Road Group headquarters.”

"That's good!" Tang Dao smiled and slapped hard.

"You boy, just don't look down on me?" Chief Cheng deliberately sank his face and raised the paper with dense words in his hand. "You are not afraid of me doing things here and giving you less money. Do I know that you have moved more than 6,000 people from Licheng and have more than a few thousand mouths, which is not easy to support!"

"Hehe, brother, if you do the first day of the New Year regardless of your brother's face, then it's not a fault for me to be the fifteenth. Because I want to support the population too high, the prices of guns and ammunition produced in my Sixing Corps Arsenal may increase significantly!" Tang Dao smiled.

"I almost forgot about this! Sure enough, the profitable businessman cannot offend him!" Captain Cheng was such a shrewd person, and faced Tang Dao's open threat, he could only smile bitterly and admit defeat, and handed the paper in his hand to Tang Dao through the gable.

"These are all kinds of spoils that have been counted. Take a look and notify your regiment's baggage company to come over in the afternoon, and they will be together to attend our department's celebration banquet in the evening!"

"Then this meal cannot be included in the distribution range of spoils! We have to agree on this first." Tang Dao grinned and laughed.

"You kid, no wonder you can let those big guys look at each other." Chief Cheng, who was a little surprised by Tang Dao's joke, smiled and shook his head.

At this time, Tang Dao seemed a little contradictory and was very concerned about the meal of the 683 Brigade under his command, but he seemed to be interested in the stolen statistics lists that were obviously numerous in his hands.

But this contradiction of grasping small and amplifying makes Tang Dao exude a strong personal charm all over his body, and it is extremely comfortable to be a comrade or a friend with him.
Chapter completed!