The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Brothers, shall we also perform a show?" When the performance team was over, Yang Ling also stood up and shouted: "We won't do anything else, just sing our army's military song once, and thank the performance team for their performance! "

The military song of the 74th Army was written by Tian Han, the director of the Third Office of the Political Department of the Military Commission after withdrawing to Changsha, in order to praise the spirit of the 74th Army's tenacious struggle to defend the country and defend the country in the great victory of Wanjialing. .

"All rise!"

"Shut up!" Under Yang Ling's order, thousands of brothers in the regiment stood up in unison.

"Get up! Get ready to sing!"

Rise up, brothers, it's time.

......

We know the shame, we bear the burden.

We are the force of the nation,

We are the pioneers of the nation!

We grow in battle,

We are running on fire.

We have guarded Luodian,

We fought against Lan Feng.

Nanxun line, showing loyalty,

Zhang Gushan was stained red with blood.

......

Amidst the inspiring singing, Yang Ling and the others ushered in the New Year with the sound of firecrackers. After a year of bloody fighting, China still stands firm.

Text 7 Chapter [-] Day

The firecrackers were crackling, and amidst the cheers of the brothers, Yang Ling and his brothers, who had fought bloody battles for the rest of their lives, ushered in the New Year.

"I finally survived this year, it's not easy..."

Looking at the brothers cheering and chasing and fighting in the open space outside with smiles on their faces, First Battalion Commander Shunzi expressed his heartfelt emotion.

During the year, they first escaped from Nanjing, went north to Bengbu, and then participated in the Battle of Lanfeng and the Battle of Wuhan.

They moved to several provinces in a row and fought bloody battles with the devils. The old smoker died, Wang Zikun retired with a broken arm, and countless brothers were buried in the wilderness. Thinking about it, I feel panicked.

The troops changed several times in a row. These small platoon leaders had survived bloody battles and became veteran battalion commanders who led nearly a thousand brothers in battle.

In just one year, it seemed like a long century. Under the tempering of the war, they changed from young soldiers to tough officers, and who can tell the pain of this.

The so-called success of the generals, their promotion from platoon commander to battalion commander, behind them are the corpses and blood of countless brothers.

Yang Ling comforted: "Brothers, the blood will not be shed in vain. The little devil wants to destroy us in three months, but after fighting for more than a year, we have not yet become subjugated slaves. As long as we are still alive, this battle must continue." Go on until the little devil is driven out of our China!"

"Yes, the little devil wants to destroy our China. It's wishful thinking. Victory must belong to us!" Chen Ming, the commander of the second battalion, also raised his fist and said firmly.

Although in the past year, in the face of the devil's elite troops with absolute superiority in the air force, heavy artillery and tanks, the Chinese soldiers used flesh and blood as weapons to abruptly break the devil's arrogant plan.

Although the Chinese army and the people paid a huge price for casualties, the little devil's conspiracy did not succeed.

The Chinese army is like a tumbler, every tough battle will wipe out an army and a division.

But in a few months, the number of this unit will appear on the battlefield again to continue the bloody battle with the little devils, and continue to make up when they run out.

For the survival of the country and the nation, the sons and daughters of the Chinese people are never afraid of powerful enemies. This is the backbone of the nation, the backbone that will never stop.

"It's Chinese New Year, let's stop blowing the cold wind here. After drinking, let's continue to fight with the little devil next year! Never die!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, Liu Yidao dragged everyone into the house.

"Yes, let's eat and drink enough, and continue to beat him up next year!" Shunzi also shouted excitedly.

"Old squad leader, what delicious food did you get? It smells so delicious. Hurry up and bring it out."

Liu Yidao yelled and urged towards the steaming kitchen.

"Liu Battalion Commander, sit down first, the food will be ready soon—"

"Then hurry up, my stomach is growling." Liu Yidao said with a smile, rubbing his stomach.

During the Chinese New Year, Yang Ling also gathered the main officers of the regiment together, the first battalion commander Shunzi, the second battalion commander Chen Ming, and the third battalion commander Liu Yidao.

In addition, Qin Shou, the blacksmith, Wang Huzi, Niu Dagen and other old brothers also came, and everyone sat around the Eight Immortals table, and the atmosphere was lively.

"Come on, let's fill up the wine first—"

Liu Yidao slapped away the mud from the wine jar, and filled the brothers' wine glasses one by one.

"The food is here—" The cooking squad leader also brought up the hot appetizers.

Braised pork in braised sauce, pork knuckle in sauce, cold tofu, double-cooked pork, cold chicken...the cooking squad leader served more than a dozen dishes in one go, and the pervasive aroma made the brothers salivate.

Drinking cold water and nibbling on multigrain cakes on the battlefield, now faced with such a table of good food and wine, the gluttons in their stomachs were hooked.

"Old squad leader, you are not bad at cooking. If you can eat these delicious foods every day, you will be lucky." Seeing the smiling cooking squad leader serving the dishes, Liu Yidao joked.

The cooking squad leader also smiled and said: "When the war is over, we will open a restaurant in the town. You come to eat every day, and my old man will not take your money."

"Haha, it's a good idea. It's a deal. We will definitely join in the show." Wang Huzi also booed.

"Okay, eat quickly, the brothers in the guard company are still waiting for me to cook for them." The cooking squad leader finished the last dish, greeted and went out.

This time, Yang Ling wanted to have a prosperous year for his brothers, but he sent a quartermaster to the countryside to buy thirty big fat pigs to ensure that every brother would eat a mouth full of fat.

"Come on, brothers, let's toast together!"

Yang Ling was also in a good mood to be able to celebrate the New Year with these brothers who lived and died. First of all, he toasted and stood up.

Under Yang Ling's call, the brothers raised their glasses and stood up, waiting for Yang Ling to speak.

"Our first glass of wine is to honor the brothers who sacrificed in our regiment! Without their sacrifice and contribution, we would not be able to gather together today! We can't forget them!"

"Respect the sacrificed brothers!"

The officers all solemnly clinked their glasses, and amidst the crisp clashing sound, they raised their heads and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine glass was filled again. Yang Ling looked at these familiar brothers and raised his voice.