chaotic world

One month later, in the early summer season, Ma Yulin's hearty laughter rang out in the Zhou division headquarters in Baoding.

He came to visit He Si, and this guy finally came to his senses. When he was taken back to Baoding from Tianjin, his face was as white as paper. After all, he was young and had a good foundation. His wounds healed and his blood quickly replenished.

He no longer lived in the guard camp, and he lived in Zhou Lan's side when he came back. They didn't shy away from it anymore, and many people knew about it in private.

"You're saving your life," Ma Yulin said. Zhou Lan was assigning tasks to other subordinates in the conference hall. Ma Yulin took advantage of this gap to say something serious. He said, "Who is Du Yunfeng? There are too many lives, and he will kill you without blinking, so you shouldn't sit at the same table with him."

Unlike Ma Yulin in military uniform, He Si was wearing loose cotton clothes, which was very comfortable. He poked his head and listened. The sound from the conference room downstairs could not be heard clearly through the door. He pulled his shoes and walked back to the sofa. Sitting down, "Old Ma, have a cigarette."

"Look at how come I don't even have a cigarette when I come to you, and you still want it!" Ma Yulin was unwilling, but took out a metal cigarette case, flicked it open and pushed it in front of He Si.

"This is not my camp," He Si said, putting on a cigarette, waiting for the old horse to light it for him.

As soon as the smoke ignited, he took a deep breath, "There is no smoke in this room, it's very inconvenient, it's better to live in the camp."

The old horse couldn't stand it anymore, and scratched his head: "You can do it, fourth brother, do you think that anyone can come in this room? Don't be spoiled and spoiled."

He Si smiled while puffing out smoke rings, feeling pampered and spoiled, well, he likes this statement.

The old horse also took out a cigarette, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, He Si snatched it away, "You can't smoke." He Si said.

"Why?" The old horse stared, you can smoke when you are recovering from a serious illness, why can't I? "

He Si didn't explain, he closed the cigarette case and put it back into the other party's trouser pocket, he just smoked one to satisfy his hunger, hurry up and finish it in a while.

For this reason, he even ran to the window.

He wanted to finish smoking quickly, and Zhou Lan was not slow, so he walked upstairs quickly after explaining things.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and He Si hurriedly fanned the smoke out with his hands. He fanned it a few times, but it didn't feel very effective. He returned to the sofa in three steps at a time, and stuffed half of the cigarette into the old horse's hand.

Before the old horse could react, He Si lay half-closed on the armrest of the sofa on the other side, looking much weaker in an instant.

"He is a patient, are you still smoking in front of him?" Zhou Lan stood at the door.

Ma Yulin: "I..."

He Si: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Ma Yulin: "I..."

He squeezed the cigarette, looked at this and that, and finally sighed and slapped his thigh: "Oh, I have been smoking for more than ten years, I can't help it."

Under Zhou Lan's gaze, Ma Yulin quickly put out his cigarette, flattered the teacher a few times, told the fourth brother to take a good rest, and left after finding an excuse.

Zhou Lan complained that the old horse was too unreliable, so he went to open the window wider, "I will choke you and cough again, and the wound will hurt."

The words were full of worry, and He Si pursed his lips and smiled silently.

"Still laughing?" Zhou Lan glanced at him, only to see that the other party was half lying and half lying on the sofa, his eyes were quiet, matching the wind and sunshine of early summer, and one couldn't help but want to blend in.

"The Japanese are very active recently," Zhou Lan walked back to him, raised his hand and loosened his collar, and naturally found He Si's hand to hold when he sat down, "It's not a good thing, what happened in Xi'an last year This incident has stimulated the Japanese, and now the people are boycotting Japan, and it is estimated that they will do it soon."

He Si rubbed his missing finger, and the gauze was tightly wrapped. When the dressing was changed yesterday, the doctor said that there was no infection and the wound had healed, so he felt a little relieved.

He said: "Recently, secret telegrams have been very frequent, all about the movements of the Japanese. They are dispatching troops and generals. If they can't escape, they will fight earlier. But we are in Baoding, and we have Beiping and Zhangjiakou. We really want to go there." We still have that distance."

"That's what you said," Zhou Lan sighed, looked away from the window, and fell on He Si's face, "There is no fixed number for being a soldier and fighting, and besides, our teacher is really special. In terms of identity, he is stronger than others. Xiu Yulin is going to bring trouble, I'm afraid I will be involuntary when the time comes."

Zhou Lan's worry was not unreasonable. Shangfeng didn't trust him, his colleagues were jealous and squeezed out, and when guns were flying around, whoever went to the front line would be cannon fodder.

He Si sat up straight and got closer to the other party. He said: "We are going to fight the Japanese, but we can't fight alone. The wealth we have accumulated over the years cannot withstand tossing. If we cooperate, we are duty-bound. If it is clear Let us go to die, we can only think of a way while fighting."

Zhou Lan nodded. He thought of the worst case. It was a possibility, but it was not that extreme. Although the equipment of the 29th Army was poor, its morale was good, and there were people who dared to fight and kill, such as Xia Qingshan and the others. When asking for military pay, it is true that a penny is difficult for a hero, but in fact they are all tough men, men who would rather bend than bend.

When thinking of Xia Qingshan, it is inevitable to think of Father Tang.Tang Junquan didn't appear often in Zhou Lan's memory, and whenever he showed up, he deliberately pressed it down.

They were all memories outside the customs, he couldn't recall them.

When he first arrived in Baoding, the military commander came to spy on him. One of the conditions Zhou Lan offered in exchange was to find Lao Tan's family and let him take care of him.

Director Dai in Chongqing was really capable of handling affairs, and he found Tang Junquan's only daughter not long after, and Zhou Lan paid for her to study in Shanghai.

Too many people have passed away in his life, he doesn't care about those lives, only a few people are in his heart, but these people have all disappeared, and the remaining people, he cares about, are only a handful .

Seeing his gloomy expression, He Si leaned over and kissed his face lightly, then stepped back after kissing him, and looked at him tenderly.

He leaned forward and kissed Zhou Lan's eyes again. The long eyelashes trembled imperceptibly under his lips, like the wings of a butterfly, beautiful and fragile.

He backed away, looked at him with a little smile, then leaned forward and kissed Zhou Lan's nose and the corner of his mouth lightly, until Zhou Lan's hands held the back of his head, a real kiss was completed.

Or a real kiss has just begun.

Such a long kiss, when He Si opened his eyes, Zhou Lan shook his head and sighed.

"What's wrong?" He Si was puzzled.

Zhou Lan looked at him, and said dumbfoundedly: "The old horse listens to you so much."

He Si smiled.

Pushing forward, he gently threw Zhou Lan into the sofa. He was injured, and his lower abdomen was aching. But as long as he treats him gently, as long as the other party is eager to cooperate, this double sofa is enough to create a quiet place. Gentle country.

The noon sun shines directly on the sofa, Zhou Lan has dark eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, her head hits the armrest of the sofa, her hair is disheveled, the tip of her nose is wet with sweat, and she is extremely dazzling under the sun.

Unobstructed.

He Si looked at him, and he also looked at He Si, without hiding or shyness, everything was as it should be.

Life is short, when it is time to enjoy yourself, do it.

He Si leaned over, reached out and wiped Zhou Lan's slightly wet forehead hair behind his head, revealing his youthful white forehead, he said "I love you", then kissed the other party, blocking his breath, and nailed himself into the other party with all his strength .

A white light flashed in my mind, and the pain was no longer obvious.

He thought, it was worth it all at once, if he hadn't hesitated because of distracting thoughts, with his skill, he could still avoid Du Yunfeng.

The knife went in and blood flowed out. This was an opportunity to go to the scale and directly weigh the weight between him and Du Yunfeng.

Du Yunfeng is domineering and cunning, full of means and strength, but there is only one shortcoming that he can't see clearly - he cares about every bit in front of Zhou Lan, and he doesn't allow Zhou Lan to be distracted or waver.

Zhou Lan is a hard-hearted person, and Zhou Lan is also a soft-hearted person.

Head-to-head, he will definitely lose him.

And myself, with both hard and soft tactics, finally got him, not only physically, but also a heart.

Du Yunfeng, you are out.

Du Brigade's morale was low, because they had been away for a long time, and Song Adjutant performed the duties of the chief officer for everything.

Tianjin is a crucial place. Regardless of the influence, Du Yunfeng fired at each other in the street. There is really no place for the authorities to put their faces.

In addition, Nanjing's attitude towards him is very subtle. After all, he is a young general trained by himself, a rare talent, but his political status is vague, but he has not stood on the opposite side.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Nanjing side didn't make a statement in the end, Du Yunfeng's official position would have been lost. If he wasn't a direct son, let alone his official position, he might not even be able to keep his life. Go to court-martial but anything is possible.

There are many mediators behind this matter. Commander Song met with Mr. Cheng privately to give the younger generation a chance for the sake of years of friendship.

Mayor Cheng didn't have to do anything to Du Yunfeng, but he was a prominent figure in Tianjin, and it was really embarrassing for the family banquet to be turned into a mess.

If you lose face, just make up for it.

In the end, under the instruction of Commander Song, Du Yunfeng came to the door to apologize with a heavy gift, and set up wine at the Liuguo Hotel to gather those who wanted to reconcile. The call from Nanjing, although the content of the call has nothing to do with this incident, but the timing is delicate, and the authorities are very calculated, it's okay for the little girl to be wronged, and the future is a big deal.

Of course, his daughter Serena was not without compensation. Du Yunfeng asked Song Shudong to go to Shanghai to buy a Cartier's precious bracelet, which had so many diamonds that the surface of the bracelet could hardly fit, and his wrist was shining brightly.After he finished talking with Mr. Cheng, just as Selena came home, he politely took out a gift of apology.

Serena hated him very much at first, such a barbaric and ignorant person could not enter the eyes of a lady like her.

But Du Yunfeng changed his body and hid all his banditry. He was too tall and half-bowed, as if he was ready to offer a hand kiss at any time, but he didn't come close. This made Serena have the illusion that maybe the other party was just impulsive that day Young people are not really villain-like characters.

"Small gift, I personally went to Shanghai to choose from thousands of choices, and this is the only one in Shiliyangchang. Although it can't make up for Miss Serena, it is still sincere. I hope I will give you a chance to apologize next time."

He was as gentle as he could, and his paws were hidden in the pads.

Opening the leather case, the bright light of the bracelet came into my eyes.There is no woman who can not be moved by jewelry, Serena secretly controlled herself so as not to exclaim.

So pretty, she'd be a real princess wearing it.

The young man pushed the bracelet to him, just right, not even staining his fingers, just like many young men who admired him, wanting to express their hearts and politely.

The daughter of the Cheng family reluctantly took the bracelet, the corners of her mouth curled up.

Du Yunfeng was good at looking at people, seeing that his goal had been achieved, he was too lazy to stay for a while, so he said goodbye and left with a thousand thanks.

There is nothing that can't be solved by spending money. Zhou Lan entrusted it to him, and he has learned it long ago.

After running dormant for a long time, the storm calmed down.

Song Shudong's temper was too soft, and the soldiers in the brigade refused to obey him. Du Yunfeng finally came back when he was struggling to maintain the situation.

He was not demoted and dismissed, but lost a lot of money, which was already the best result. Song Shudong was relieved, but his face was not good-looking. He didn't go to Tianjin, but he recovered from Zhao Xiaohu's mouth Original appearance.

It turned out to be hurting people for love.

What a big lover, if people don't want him, he can still force others to love him, but he doesn't like him when he treats him wholeheartedly.

You can't forget it until you can't get it.

I hate myself for helping him maintain the normal operation of a brigade. Are those wild boys easy to lead?Many people commented behind his back that he was only relying on his appearance to gain a position, and they didn't really admire him. He was fed up with all kinds of meaningful eyes.

It was all because of Du Yunfeng.

When he was in the brigade, the little bastards were all respectful, but after he had been away for a long time, the people below refused to obey him.

Whoever he provokes, he is also a dignified Whampoa graduate, even if he does not kill decisively, he still relies on his own ability to get a job.

But because of Zhou Lan's sudden appearance, and because of Du Yunfeng's stubbornness and arrogance, he became the one who was abandoned.

Why?

When Du Yunfeng came back, the morale of the whole brigade was revived, but Song Shudong had an ugly face and walked around the brigade without any scruples.

Du Yunfeng didn't provoke him, and he was a little jealous of him. In fact, he was also afraid of Du Yunfeng. When there were few people, the two people who had met each other countless times were not only not ambiguous, but the atmosphere was strangely stiff.

Thinking of each other, each part of the body will feel uncomfortable, dull pain, heart trembling.

Because they have all seen each other's violent and perverted side, they have reached a terrifying and mutually intimidating balance.

Song Shudong's anger couldn't find an outlet.

Du Yunfeng sighed behind his back, when would this be a problem.

Everything is deadlocked.He and Zhou Lan froze, and Song Shudong was separated by a huge gap, and his relationship with other branches of the 29th Army was also delicate and complicated because of political turmoil.

And these stalemates are all personal grievances. In a big way, it's just the love and hatred of the three people, messing up the hearts of the three people, but it can't change the world.

The real change happened in July of this year-the Japanese fired at Wanping City.

There is no way to hide, the enemy has entered the room openly.

Unlike the originally expected landing in Tianjin, the Japanese were bold and arrogant, and the army directly attacked Beiping City.

On the night of the 7th, an urgent telegram was received.

"Wanping is fighting!" Song Shudong sent the urgent telegram to the brigade headquarters in a hurry. His heart was beating non-stop. This time he really fought with the Japanese. "All the 29th divisions of the 5th Army are on board."

Du Yunfeng was not surprised, it was a matter of time, but earlier than expected.

"Notify the first-level alert of the whole army." He issued the military order before he got the telegram and shook it out. This is the soldier's intuition and the mission of the soldier.

Song Shudong turned around and ran out, and the communication soldiers also ran and got busy.

Since the incident in Xi'an last year, the relationship between China and Japan has become more tense, and the deployment of troops this year has reached the point of imminent explosion.

Since Director He and the Japanese replied to the letter, promising to abolish the Hebei Party Headquarters and anti-Japanese groups, the agreement between Chairman Qin in Chahar and the Japanese has simply made things worse. In North China, there is no other anti-Japanese force except the 29th Army, which is to blame for its actions. .

In a real fight, with this little force, failure will happen sooner or later.But Pingjin has been an important place in China since ancient times. Losing Beiping is different from losing any other city. The meaning it represents is spiritual, incomparable and incomparable.

In this situation, the Beiping defenders had no way to attack and no way to retreat.

There is no heaven before, and there will be hell after.

The Du Brigade is stationed outside Tianjin City, not on the front line of Beiping, not on the edge of the knife, but sooner or later it will be on the edge.

"Yes, yes!" He received a direct call from the 29th Army Headquarters to command, and Commander Song made deployments, telling him to stand still and prepare to go into battle at any time, "I understand, the military seat is at ease, our brigade is always on standby .”

He hung up the phone with a solemn expression, and the officers behind him stood at attention solemnly, waiting for him to issue an order.

"Wanping was bombarded, and the damage was serious, but the Ji Wen Department was very tenacious and blasted the enemy out of the city." He said.

Everyone's tense nerves relaxed a little.

"It's just a squadron of devils." He continued, "There are now 2 Kwantung Army transferred from outside the pass in the north of the city." He glanced at the expressions of the officers, "According to intelligence, there is a change in the troops stationed at Haiguang Temple. At least 100 planes from mainland Japan arrived at the airport today, and this should be just the beginning."

Just breathed a sigh of relief and lifted it up again.

Everyone understands that Wanping is just the beginning, the real soldiers are in Beiping and Tianjin, and the real battle has not yet begun.

After a night.

Beiping was still rumbling with gunfire and smoke. The Japanese squadron never gave up. Their dead comrades were still lying in Wanping City. They launched charges again and again.

It was such a small team, as insignificant as a poisonous bee, but dared to challenge a large team alone, rushing upwards without fear of death.

It's like an ant that doesn't know how to live or die, completely disregarding the safety of the individual, only the order to charge is the highest, and the ultimate victory is the only goal.

The scale of the war continued to expand, and the Japanese troops stationed in Fengtai swarmed up.Little Wanping has become a battlefield where guns and bullets fly, sand and rocks fly.

Wanping became scorched earth.

Commander Song was in a state of desperation. He received a call from Nanjing, and Generalissimo Jiang demanded "not to surrender, not to expand" and "not to seek war, but to fight." This is really fatal.

He understands not to surrender, and he understands that he must resist.

But if it doesn't expand, it's hard to destroy him if he doesn't seek war.

The Japanese troops stationed in Beiping were all up, a mere 2 people, but the 29th Army did its best.

The fighting power and equipment of the devils are by no means comparable to their army of beggars. As early as two years ago, during the Battle of the Great Wall, he was very clear about the strength of the enemy and ourselves.

His five soldiers can't stand up to a devil, and these devils are like inhumans, like wasps, layer by layer.

And his little soldiers, like ants, died layer by layer, and blocked up layer by layer.

The bullets ran out, and he went straight to the machete.

His little soldiers are all good, not afraid of death, and rushed out with a knife in their blood to defend their home and country.

Blood is hot, but bullets are cold.

They are all good boys in their teens and twenties, and five of them can fight off one devil, all of which are the result of a trade of life.

Zhou Lan's independent division is no exception. As a member of the 29th Army, they were transferred to the front line of Fengtai Daxing and joined the battle early.

His division tactics are similar to those of the Japanese. He is very familiar with the devil's style of play. His regiment and battalion commanders are all experienced in battle. The shells flew rumbling and blossomed on the ground. Those veterans did not hesitate. jump into the crater, which is the least likely place for the next shell to hit.

They fought back and resisted the blows again and again by the low walls that were blown into rammed earth.

Zhou Lan ordered that unless it was absolutely necessary, do not fight the devils with bayonets.

He knew very well in his heart that the devil's bayonet skills were trained by living people, and his soldiers were not cruel enough, especially the recruits recruited from Baoding, who dared not stab at the vitals when they saw living people.

If you really want to fight face to face, you will become a living target.

The 29th Army suffered from this loss. The big sword is not as long as the bayonet, and the devils smashed one at a time. If the knife cuts over, even if the angle is right, the arms and legs will be removed at most.

It's really not worth it.

These soldiers are his property, and he cherishes them very much.

Fighting depends on brains, knowing yourself and the enemy, you will win every battle. He doesn't have many bullets, so he can't squander them.

The gunfire of Sanba Dagai was very different from that of Zhongzheng. When there was a fierce exchange of fire at night, he would send a team to go behind the Japanese.

If the information is not reported in time, they can catch each other by surprise.

This trick failed after a few times, the devil's brains were not in vain, and the connection between the wings was strengthened, so he no longer had an opportunity to take advantage of.

It's no longer possible to beat the east and the west, he still has an empty plan.

The battle for Wanping was extremely fierce, advancing and retreating from time to time. He didn't want to face the enemy head-on. In the state of the 29th Army, even if he charged forward, his own side would not be able to provide reinforcements.

As a result, the gunshots became less and less, and Zhou Shi fought fiercely with the Japanese devils tens of meters away in the deep trench for a long time.

On the smoky battlefield, smoke was everywhere, and it was almost dark.

He ordered fewer shots fired.

As soon as it gets dark, the Japanese devils will be more anxious, and the night will be changeable, and only the howling of the devils will be heard from the opposite side.

とつげき!

Ma Yulin understood. He understood these instructions too clearly. He looked at Zhou Lan deep in the bunker.

Zhou Lan nodded.

Ma Yulin: "Don't move, don't move, don't shoot!"

Soldiers in the trenches hunched over, holding guns in tense hands.

There was a clattering sound from the opposite side of the position. It was the sound of a bayonet being put on the barrel of a gun.

This kind of close hand-to-hand combat is the most shocking. When the white knife enters and the red knife exits, people's hearts will tremble.

Especially when a companion who gets along day and night is stabbed, the instinctive fear of death will completely overwhelm the person, and even feel that death is the only and quick relief.

The Japanese just want to hit the confidence of the Chinese army and frighten their courage.

"Brothers!" When the time came, the old horse raised his arms and called out, "Hit me hard!"

Tongues of fire spurted out, and the winding trenches became long snakes with spikes of fire. The moment the setting sun jumped into the horizon, tens of thousands of bullets were fired at the same time.

The devils charging with bayonets immediately fell down, and the devils behind hurriedly rushed to the spot, needing to find cover.

At such a close distance, corpses were scattered all over the place, so they could only use their dead or seriously injured companions as cover, disassembled the bayonets in a panic, and loaded bullets.

A young soldier named Tanimura just came to the Chinese battlefield from Osaka. He has undergone excellent training and his movements are skillful and neat. With the sound of clicking, the bayonet has been withdrawn, and his elbow is backward at the same time. He loaded the gun with the bolt .

He thought angrily: China pig is really cunning, pretending to be out of ammunition and food to lure them to attack.

We must eliminate this group of cunning and incompetent bad things!

Raise the gun, finger is about to pull the trigger.

There was a "bang" gunshot, mixed with the sound of countless bullets.

He was sure he heard it.

A bullet hit him between the eyebrows, and he seemed to be a puppet led by the head, the head led the neck, the neck led the body, and he flew down in an incredible posture.

He was only 17 years old, and he went to the battlefield for the first time. With the sacred duty and sense of honor of serving the emperor, he came to conquer this ignorant land and teach this cowardly and inferior nation.

His vision quickly blurred, and the last sight he took to bid farewell to the world was a bearded Chinese man a few steps away, with his black muzzle.

And the military boots that are about to step on.

Ma Yulin led his soldiers to the forefront, trampled on the dying devil, and beat the devil out of the position with all his might.

The other regiments that followed Zhou Shi immediately supported the horse regiment to prevent the enemy from counterattacking, and swallowed the captured positions firmly in their stomachs.

Zhou Lan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and put down the binoculars.

He Si took it and looked at the position that had been pushed to the distance. The army was defeated like a mountain. Once the Japanese army was hit and broke the formation, it suffered heavy losses.

Finally, I can catch my breath temporarily.

Without Zhou Lan's instructions, he had already drawn up a brief telegram.

"Master seat," he said, on the battlefield, Zhou Lan is his superior, and he will never overstep, "Please take a look."

Zhou Lan glanced at it and exchanged it with him: "Yes, don't say how many devils we killed, just say that we have survived until now. In addition, ask the military seat how long it is expected to last."

Then before He Si could speak, he suddenly changed his mind: "Don't ask, just say we are in a hurry."

Although it's useless to say that the bullets are in a hurry, other divisions have their own swords, and they haven't reached this point yet.

The [-]th National Congress covered the bayonet and shooting at close quarters could easily cause penetrating injuries and accidentally injure one's own people. Therefore, in the tactical training of the Japanese army, they would not shoot once they were in close combat. This was a loophole he learned only after he was familiar with Japanese army tactics.

Not every time there is a vulnerability that can be exploited.

The battle between the two armies still depends on strength. He has the ability to steal and play tricks, but it will be useless if he uses it a few times.

"Yes!" He Si stood at attention, and immediately turned around with the telegram and entered the message sending and receiving room. Two communication soldiers were wearing earphones and were processing various messages.

He had to add Zhou Lan's meaning to the telegram himself. He was afraid that the meaning of the telegram would change slightly after passing through the hands of the servants.

What they faced were not only vicious and greedy devils, but also various thoughts among their own people.

When disaster strikes, no one wants to die.

The author has something to say:

Director He refers to the He Mei Agreement, and Qin refers to the Qin-Tu Agreement.Ji Wenbu also did not use a pseudonym.The 29th round in history is a good one. Although it is a beggar army, but at the last moment, it is always a bloody battle with a big knife on its shoulders. Salute.