Battle of Songhu (2)
"As expected of the Sichuan Army! You're dressed even more sharply than Brother Sharp!" Zhang Mo looked at the 80 Sichuan soldiers who had joined in and shook his head.
The TV series was too deceiving. Only a dozen of the Sichuan soldiers in front of him were wearing old-fashioned military uniforms that were full of patches. The rest were all wearing tattered clothes and straw sandals. Some of the straw sandals were tattered, and the black and yellow straw sandals indicated that they had been repaired.
There were all kinds of weapons on his back. Some were made in Hanyang, some were muskets, some were sabers, some were spears, and some were even rakes!
"Collect your new military uniforms and wash them before wearing them!”Zhang Mo ordered the clone soldiers to carry out two boxes of military uniforms and shouted. All the Sichuan soldiers were stunned. They didn't know what they were going to change into, but no matter how bad they were, it was better than what they were wearing.
Every soldier received a small bar of soap, a washbasin, toothpaste, and toothbrush. Zhang Mo didn't want his soldiers to lose their combat effectiveness because of malaria due to lack of hygiene, so he had to be strict with this.
All the soldiers started to wash up together after getting water. The originally clean water quickly turned black. It was unknown how long it had been since they last bathed, but looking at the black lines on their bodies, it was obvious that they had not bathed for a long time.
"Are you comfortable after the shower?" Zhang Mo asked loudly after everyone had taken a shower.
"Comfortable!" Everyone answered loudly.
"Remember this comfortable feeling! In the future, as long as he had the chance to bathe, he would bathe at least once every three days. If the conditions allowed, he would bathe every day!”Zhang Mo said with a smile, at the same time trying to get closer to the soldiers.
"Your Sichuan Army has been split into various units to be cannon fodder! But if you come here, you won't be cannon fodder! Even if they were cannon fodder, they would all be cannon fodder together! These brand new military uniforms! And the German helmet that only the Central Army was qualified to wear! I have both! We are all here to resist the Japanese! Why was his treatment so bad? Are you a stepmother?" Zhang Mo's last sentence was cursed in Sichuan dialect.'Son of a stepmother', causing everyone to laugh heartily.
During the Anti-Japanese War, the Sichuan army had the most troops and the most casualties. The footprints of the Sichuan army spread all over the country. Sichuan was not attacked by the Japanese army, but the Sichuan army had already been involved in the battlefields in various places. One of the Sichuan troops was dressed in rags and carried a load when they rushed to the battlefield. It was mistaken by pedestrians as a migration of Beggar's Sect. In the old photo, the Sichuan soldiers carrying a load smiled and did not care about the opinions of pedestrians at all. Perhaps he was happy that he could beat up the Japanese.
Zhang Mo respected the Sichuan army very much, because in Zhang Mo's opinion, the people of Sichuan could live well at home if they didn't join the army, but they abandoned their families and resolutely walked into the anti-Japanese battlefield. This was a righteous cause! Therefore, it is respectable and admirable.
There were 107 people in the company, forming three platoons. In addition, there was a machine gun squad. The division headquarters had replenished two ZB26 light machine guns and was rewarded with 5,000 yuan. Zhang Mo used this money to replenish ten MP18 submachine guns. Each squad leader was given an MP18 submachine gun, and the rest were assigned to the machine gun squad.
"This flower mechanism looks very good!”Li Mian, a second lieutenant of the Sichuan Army, held an MP18 and said with admiration.
"We've followed the right person this time! Look at these guns, they are all brand new German machinery! This was a configuration that only the Central Army could have!”Another newly promoted second lieutenant platoon leader Wu San sighed.
"When the time comes, we'll let those weaklings take a good look! They're so envious!" Li Mian took out her new Browning pistol and said proudly. The Browning pistol could be considered a high-end product in China. Although it did not have as many bullets as the Mauser shell gun, this pistol was more like a pistol that could only be used by high-ranking officers. Because the Mauser shell gun was common on the streets, its price was definitely low. As for the Browning pistol, its price was high because it was rare.
On the first day, Zhang Mo let them familiarize themselves with each other. On the second day, they started shooting and combat training early in the morning. These were the things that could save their lives on the battlefield, so they had to double their training.
"These seasoned soldiers are not bad! He's good at shooting and fighting!" Zhang Mo looked at the Sichuan veterans on the training ground and said in admiration.
"The company commander is called Li Changzui because he likes some supernatural things, so everyone calls him half-immortal. That guy is called Chen Mao, nicknamed Old Cat, and he is very cunning! That guy was called Wang Qiang, and he had no problem fighting three or four of them. He had learned boxing before, and his martial arts were very solid! That guy was called Wang Youcai. He used to be a hunter and his marksmanship was very good!”Wu San introduced a few seasoned soldiers.
"These veterans are all talented! If he used it well, he might be able to do something!”Zhang Mo said in admiration. No matter how many new recruits there were, they were not as popular as a few seasoned soldiers, let alone a few seasoned soldiers who were very oily.
Just as everyone was training, a group of young men and women in school uniforms broke into Zhang Mo's camp.
"What are you guys doing? Don't you know that this is a military base?" Zhang Mo walked up and scolded this group of students who were not afraid of death.
"Hello, sir! We are students of Shanghai Jiao Tong University! We came here to fight the Japanese with you!”The leader of the group, a university student with a pair of glasses that looked like the bottom of a bottle, clenched his fists and said firmly.
"We're here to fight! Your mission is to study hard! After graduation, we will build and restore our motherland!”Zhang Mo rejected his request.
"The school has been blown up! We can't go back! Right now, the entire Huaxia Country was fighting! I'm also Chinese! I also want to contribute! I can't hide in the rear to survive!”The student with the bottle foundation shouted with red eyes.
"Bang!"
Zhang Mo turned around and let out a long sigh of relief. He suddenly turned around and punched the face of the person with the bottle foundation. How could these students withstand it? With a punch, they fell to the ground with their faces covered in blood.
"Your parents didn't send you to school so that you could be a peasant! The country has nurtured you! I'm not here to feed you bullets!" Zhang Mo roared loudly. He admired the hot-bloodedness of these young people. It was because of the spirit of these young people who refused to admit defeat and surrender that China finally won! However, he could not let their youth be destroyed in this furnace!
"Bang!"
"The capital is broken! Where would there be a home! If my broken body can consume one of the enemy's cannonballs, it's worth it!”Ping Di didn't retreat because of Zhang Mo's punch. Instead, he picked up the brick on the ground and smashed it hard on his head. The brick broke into two. It was unknown whether it was because the brick was too brittle or his head was too hard.
"Sir, I've studied nursing! I can bandage the wounds of our soldiers. If possible, I can also take a punch from you!”A female university student stood firmly in front of Zhang Mo. No matter how many TV dramas Zhang Mo had watched, he couldn't be as touched as the real scene in front of him.
"Good! Good! Good job! Good job! The soul of China will never be destroyed!" Zhang Mo said with red eyes. He was really touched. Although he was currently in the game, this was too realistic!
"A row! Platoon! Second Platoon! Third Platoon! The class monitor of the medical class! Vice class monitor!" Zhang Mo took in three men and two women, five university students who had braved the rain of bullets to rush to the front line.
"Thank you, sir!" The five of them saluted excitedly, and Zhang Mo returned the salute seriously. Looking at these young people, he felt a myriad of emotions. If the third war broke out, would he be like them and be loyal to China without fear of life and death? I think so! This was because the blood of Huaxia had never solidified!
"How many of you are there? He had to protect their lives! We're all lowlifes! It didn't matter if he died on the battlefield! However, they are all talented people. If one of them dies, it will be a huge loss for China. Do you understand?”Zhang Mo gathered the three platoon leaders for a small meeting.
"Don't worry, Company Commander! We will protect them even if we have to risk our lives!”Third Platoon Leader Liu Haisheng smiled and reassured Zhang Mo.
"Thank you, everyone!" Zhang Mo patted the shoulders of the three of them and thanked them.
"Company Commander, although we haven't studied! But we also understand the importance of talent! Furthermore, they were university students! We know what's more important! You don't have to thank us! We will also protect the safety of these young people!”Li Mian bitterly smiled as she spoke. At the same time, a determined gaze appeared in her eyes.
The students were still very excited when they first came to the military camp. They didn't expect to be a platoon commander as soon as they entered. They didn't expect this either. They originally wanted to be a big soldier, but Zhang Mo wouldn't let them charge as a big soldier because the death rate was too high. He didn't want these young people to end their lives in a wave of charge!
Early on the fourth day, he received orders to go to Zhabei for a change of defense to support the 67th Division that was fighting. The Japanese reinforcements arrived. The battle in Zhabei was very tragic, and at the same time, Luodian was even more tragic. The name of the flesh mill was not for nothing. A division went up for four hours, and two-thirds of the casualties almost lost their combat ability. It could be seen how tragic the Luodian position was. Zhang Mo felt a lingering fear in his heart. He was able to burn high incense to survive from Luodian.
The entire company set off for Zhabei. Along the way, they encountered many troops that had been pulled down from the front line to repair themselves. Not a single unit was intact. A large number of injured people were carried down, and screams and cries filled the streets of Shanghai. Firefighters from the fire station and police officers from the police station moved the injured people around to put out the houses that had been blown up by the Japanese planes.
When Zhang Mo arrived at the battlefield with his company, the 67th Division was engaged in a bloody battle with the Japanese army. Both sides had already begun a fierce hand-to-hand battle. The Japanese army's early troops were the most elite of the Japanese army. Their shooting and stabbing skills were top-notch. Usually, it would take about three Chinese soldiers to exchange for the life of a Japanese soldier in a hand-to-hand battle. If it was a large-scale hand-to-hand battle, the casualty rate would be even higher.
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