chaotic world

A piece of my heart was taken away, much like the days when I just woke up after a coma, I was doing nothing, staring in a daze.

The difference is that you could be confused then, but not now.

From the moment Wan Ping started fighting, he cheered up, put aside his love for his children for a while, and had thousands of troops under his command, guarding the land and the people, this is the top priority right now.

"Brother, is Beiping lost?" Du Yunhai came from the city one afternoon and asked this question in a critical manner.

The two hadn't spoken for a long time, and they didn't expect that what broke the deadlock turned out to be such a serious national event.

"Who did you listen to?" Du Yunfeng didn't answer directly, but asked suspiciously.According to his understanding, the situation outside is very good. From the common people to the government, many people agree with a peaceful solution.

After all, for so many years, the Japanese have nibbled away, and this agreement, that treaty, has always ended in this way.

"Don't worry about how I know, just tell me, right?" Du Yunhai came anxiously, and asked anxiously.

"There is a possibility," Du Yunfeng said, opening a drawer in his office and taking out a train ticket, "you don't have to be afraid, I have a ticket to Wuhan, I wanted to give it to you when I went to the hospital a few times, but I guess you won't be obedient either, as a brother, I can't order you to do anything."

He pushed the ticket onto the table and waited for Du Yunhai to come and get it.

It's useless to force it to him, he has to want it himself.

This silly younger brother has never experienced any human feelings. The comfortable life nourished his lofty patriotic enthusiasm, and the simple life made him obsessed with professional skills. He lived like a cloud, beautiful but not practical.

Staring at the ticket for a while, he said, "I don't need it."

Du Yunfeng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Then what are you doing here today?" He was a little confused about the situation, the silly brother just came in, and was in a hurry, thinking that he was terribly scared and was in a hurry to leave, "I tell you that I can't keep it if I fight. , are you still leaving?"

Du Yunhai was full of anger, with an aggrieved look on his face. He said, "When there is danger, you all let me go. I'm not a child, so you just let me go without saying anything."

Du Yunfeng: "You?"

"That's right." Du Yunhai didn't intend to hide anything, he sat down on the sofa angrily, "Who else, Brother Mu An also gave me a plane ticket."

"Oh," Du Yunfeng lowered his head, looked at the train ticket on the table, thoughtfully, after a while, he asked, "What did he tell you?"

"I didn't see Brother Mu'an, it's the fourth brother..." He lowered his voice, knowing the heart of this address, Brother Zhaqin, and said instead, "...He Battalion Commander sent it," he said, turning his head She rolled her eyes, "If you hadn't said that in front of your family, you wouldn't be in this situation now."

"They have done everything, are you afraid that I will say it?" Du Yunfeng raised his eyes again, his anger was hidden behind his eyes, and he could see that he was suppressing, "I can't even say it?"

Since Du Yunhai already knew, there was no need to cover it up. It just so happened that he had no one to say what was in his heart, and he felt aggrieved.

After all, my younger brother never bends his elbows outside.

"I don't know what's going on with you, anyway, you've been away for more than a year, and something is wrong when you come back, but brother Mu An is a shameless person, if you say that about him, he's just putting up with you if he doesn't do anything, you guys What's going on?"

This question came to the festival.

He didn't know what was going on, and neither did Du Yunfeng!

Anyway, when I think of Zhou Lan, this person already belongs to someone else.

Du Yunfeng froze like a punctured balloon: "I don't know, besides, I not only talked about him, but also beat him up recently."

"You..." Du Yunhai opened his eyes wide, "Did you hit Brother Mu An? Did you get hurt?"

"Two of his fingers were broken." Du Yunfeng raised his head and sighed, he was powerless, a dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

It's neither angry, nor enjoyable, nor regretful.

It can be described as mixed feelings, beyond words.

The brotherhood between the two brothers stopped abruptly before they chattered. Du Yunhai regarded him as his own brother, and brother Mu An was also very close. He couldn't stand whoever hurt anyone. Had to leave in a hurry.

Du and Zhou did not contact each other, but their judgments on the Japanese were basically the same. The Japanese would never stop fighting, either cut off a large piece of land, or continue to fight.

It's just that they guessed the direction correctly, but underestimated the progress.

On the second day after Du Yunhai arrived in Tianjin, the Japanese North China Garrison suddenly issued a telegram, demanding that all Chinese defenders withdraw from the Pingjin area before the 28th, otherwise they would take action.

Song's dream of self-government in painting land was caught off guard before it got to the point.

"Damn it, you're kidding me, the little Japanese are too brave, can they swallow it when North China is so big?" Commander Song jumped up the moment he learned that the electricity was turned on, and his military cap fell on the table, "It's a must, beat it!" Die these bastards."

In his opinion, the Japanese are quite shameless, and they really treat themselves as dishes.The territory of North China is vast, and even if the Japanese army can be defeated, can they occupy it?

The snake swallows the elephant, isn't it afraid of bursting its belly?

With such a vast land, princes and military leaders can separate it, but foreigners cannot occupy it. If a handful of sand is spilled into the desert, whoever wins.

When he became king, he could appease the obedient people, and the Japanese would definitely not suffer.

But the Japanese are tearing their faces, so they can't play together.

Hit it, hit it to death.

On the second day after the telegram was released, Song issued a telegram to the whole country for self-defense and defending the soil, resolutely defending the soil and resisting the war.

Zhou Lan judged that the peace period of several months to half a year was broken in less than half a month.

The Battle of North China has begun.

Unlike encroaching on the Northeast, the Japanese really went ruthless this time. A large number of legions were transported from the Japanese mainland to North China, and the number far exceeded the expectations of the 29th Army.

As Zhou Lan estimated, all the negotiations were just a cover, and the Japanese had reached the time for a showdown. Facing their prey, they tore off their last masks and started to eat them alive.

Countless Japanese troops suddenly made a detour to Chahar and hoarded in the western suburbs of Beiping, and even the Korean Army, which was in a panic, became a puppet vanguard.

"All-out attack on the Chinese army in the Pingjin area." When Shinya Shinya took over the Emperor's edict and the military order from the General Staff Headquarters from General Kozuki, his whole body was full of enthusiasm.

Waited too long.

Take back everything that should belong to the emperor. This land of mountains, rivers, sun and moon has been ruined for too long, and it is time to clean it up.

Beiping Nanyuan, Dongyuan, and Xiyuan went to war almost at the same time, and the well-equipped Japanese army came overwhelmingly, with the color of locusts, covering the sky and the sun.

"20, they have mobilized at least 20 troops." Amid the ticking telegram, the communications soldiers hurried up and down, and the ink on the telegram was in Zhou Lan's hands before it was dry. It came into my eyes, "It's too fast, I didn't expect them to tear their faces so quickly."

Back then, only 2 Kwantung Army in the Northeast took over the whole territory.

Amidst the sound of the rumbling guns, Zhou Lan smashed the telegram and murmured, "It's still underestimated."

Nanyuan was the most severely attacked. Four divisions, including Zhou Shi and Mo Shi, stood firm in Nanyuan, and half of Baoding's troops were still stationed.

Without the Shangfeng military order, no one can mobilize the army without permission, even if it is their own army.

The ancient city walls burst and splashed under the fierce bombardment of the cannons. The sound of cannons and gunshots shook the sky, and they were about to burst their eardrums. The people in the city had nowhere to escape.

Soldiers passed through the street, supplying supplies to the city wall in batches. Before the dead soldiers had time to carry off the battlefield, they turned into the city wall of flesh and blood.

Wounded soldiers abound, leaning on the corpses of their companions and still fighting, gunshots, machine guns firing like outside the city wall, whenever there are groups of enemies approaching, grenades will explode in mid-air, squeezing the blood-red ground.

Master Zhou and Master Mo joined forces to defend the southern city wall.

Cannonballs flew in one after another, hitting one part of the city wall, and soon the city wall was blasted wide open.

The fallen soldiers rushed out, and the soldiers outside rushed in, shouting, slashing and howling.

Bullets are flying, the shadows of bayonets and knives are shining, either you die or I live.

The Japanese army had chariots as cover, and pairs of well-trained devils approached the city step by step on the corpses of their companions.

Mo Shi lost more than half, Zhou Lan was not much better, and his troops also lost a lot.

"If we continue like this, we will just sit and wait for death," Zhou Lan put down the binoculars, and looked at the distant city wall from a concealed vital point. A stubborn and burly figure, his regiment leader is good, and his soldiers are good.

And those armored chariots were indestructible, driving in like a broken bamboo, and the yellow-skinned military uniform made him tremble in his heart. He vividly remembered the days and nights outside the customs, waiting patiently, and how much it cost him to escape from that place.

"Call the death squads," he said, "howitzers are no match for tanks."

"Yes," He Si took the binoculars, and said in a deep voice: "I have sent the messenger to go just now, I guess... there is no other way, you have to go and lecture yourself?"

"Well," Zhou Lan nodded.

Soon a death squad of dozens of people was assembled, and bundles of grenades were tied to the body.

"You all know what you're doing here, right?" Zhou Lan didn't talk nonsense, his collar and epaulettes were shining in the torch, flickering, like the fire in his eyes.

"Tuan Zuo, we know."

"Yes, I know."

……

Everyone re-dressed and went into battle, still keeping their spines straight, expressing their opinions like the chief.

All great lads of eighteen or nineteen.

Zhou Lan's eyes suddenly became moist.

He has always been as hard as iron, and he knows human life like an ant. As long as he can save his life and money, he doesn't care how many lives he sacrifices. His little soldiers followed him from outside the pass to inside the pass, pushing him from regiment commander to division commander, surrounded by heavy soldiers Let him, the military leader who was ordered to be killed by the Nanjing government, turn into a national hero and return to his hometown.

He loves money, so why doesn't he love soldiers?

His soldiers fell in batches on the front line, which was the result of his thousands of days of raising soldiers, fed by him with real gold and silver, raised by a catty of cotton and a foot of cloth.

"I..." He spoke again, but his voice froze.

He Si looked at him unexpectedly, but soon his eyes were no longer surprised.

"I... am really ashamed to be your teacher," he gritted his teeth and continued, "I'm incompetent, the bombardment is raging, we can't take you out alive."

"Master seat..." someone said.

Zhou Lan waved his hand and continued: "This death squad is fighting with your life. You are all good. Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a while, even though that is the case, but everyone is raised by their parents, and their lives can only be determined." How many silver dollars is it worth?"

"But what I can give you is money, and I have nothing else to show respect for," he said, inspecting this special team in the glowing firelight, as he had done in training. , "I have a few words from my heart to tell you - the money will be sent to your hometown immediately, and handed over to your parents, wives and children in person, and as long as I am alive, I will bear all the expenses of life, old age, sickness and death in the future. Even if the remaining brothers and I can't get out of Nanyuan, I promise to send what should be given to you before breaking the city."

"Master, we trust you. You have always treated us well. I...my home outside the pass is gone. I fled to the pass with you. It is the duty of a soldier not to be afraid of death in a war. You don't owe us anything. .” It was a young man with big eyes who spoke, and wiped his eyes as he spoke.

Zhou Lan recognized this face. It was a soldier recruited by Fengtian when the security regiment was just formed. After doing the math, he had been by his side for six or seven years, and he was already a small company commander.

Zhou Lan walked over and patted him on the shoulder heavily, and said solemnly: "You are right. You are not afraid of death in war. It is the duty of a soldier. If you carry a gun, you are no longer a commoner. If you are prestige on weekdays, you can't be cowardly at this time." To put it more broadly, everyone, today’s feat is for the country and the nation, how many ordinary people will suffer when the city of Beiping is destroyed? Your parents, brothers and sisters are all unarmed ordinary people, no different from those who flee in a hurry outside, the Japanese devils No one knows what the method is, but my Zhou division’s soldiers know it. When a battle starts, you must risk your life. You die in battle, you die in fright, you die early, you die late. Listen, The sound of the cannon, the Japanese are coming, and if they want to kill us, we must resist to the end."

The sound of cannon came closer and closer.

His soldiers raised their arms and shouted: "We will fight to the end! We will fight to the end!"

Throwing down the wine bowl, his soldiers set off, toward the city wall, toward hell.

There were loud gunshots, roaring cannons, missiles pierced the darkness, and the flames of war lit up the night sky. Finally, it reached the stage of life-and-death destruction of the city.

Under the cover of night, the death squads in the binoculars were small figures, bravely walking through the flames of the battlefield, and piercing straight towards the enemy's steel team.

"Boom"

"Boom"

……

With the sound of huge explosions, huge sparks tore up the formation of the Japanese army, and the chains of steel chariots were blown off, making them unable to move forward.

Clenching the binoculars tightly, Zhou Lan's knuckles turned white, and the flowers of life were his soldiers, and each life got into the bottom of the armored chariot, and disappeared instantly.

"We will fight to the end!" he repeated.

The overturned Tiewangba lost its ability to move, and the Japanese soldiers who relied on it also lost their cover. The soldiers of Zhou Division and Mo Division took the opportunity to rush up, set up heavy machine guns and fired, and a large number of devils fell down.

After fighting fiercely until late at night, the breach in the city wall was barely blocked, and it was regarded as a temporary escape.

But that's nothing to be happy about.

Peiping cannot be defended, and everyone knows it well.

On the same day, Zhangjiakou fell, and Beiping was even more insecure. How long can the boundary of Yimapingchuan be defended?

Just relying on a few city walls, it's a fantasy.

Sure enough, at midnight, the military department issued an order to withdraw and transfer all the remaining troops stationed in the 29th Army, and the transfer was divided into several directions.

All the way in the direction of Tianjin.

All the way in the direction of Shijiazhuang.

All the way in the direction of Jinan.

……

The troops of Zhou Lan and Xia Qingshan were transferred to the direction of Tianjin and evacuated overnight, heading towards their hometown.

In blood and fire, he was going home with his soldiers.

The troop train roared in the dark night. With the loud noise ahead, the train vibrated and braked sharply, and enemy planes roared past in the sky.

The railway collapsed, and the soldiers on the train rushed to repair the tracks while digging trenches and built temporary fortifications.

He Si always led the guards around Zhou Lan, ensuring that the dense human wall blocked bullets from any direction.

The encounter was fierce and short, and the IDs found on the captured enemy prisoners turned out to be a regiment of the independent mixed brigade of the Kwantung Army.

The number of opponents is limited, this battle Master Zhou used his housekeeping skills to fight, and directly threw three elite regiments to besiege. According to the deadly fight, their equipment was similar to that of the Japanese, and their combat tactics were similar. The superiority in numbers quickly surrounded and annihilated the team.

The mixed brigade of the Japanese is a heavy logistics team, not very aggressive, and they have no intention of fighting because they have suffered a lot.

Master Zhou was in the state of having just withdrawn from the battlefield. He hit Xing on the head, chased after him, and robbed a lot of equipment and ammunition.

When the pursuit continued, the track repairs were completed, and the division's military order came down, and all members retreated.

Along the way, the train neighed and smoke billowed.

It was just dawn, and Zhou Shi, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, had just set foot on the land of Tianjin, and joined the battle head-on.

The team headed by Deputy Commander Li of the 38th Division stationed in Tianjin has already started the battle to defend Tianjin.

A brigade from the Chinese Garrison in Japan entrenched at the railway station, occupied the transportation fortress, and became the key target of the 38th Division's attack.

Before entering the station, Master Zhou made an emergency stop and joined the battle using the train as a cover.

Just like Beiping yesterday, Tianjin fell into fierce fighting. Unlike the defenders of Beiping, Tianjin directly started street fighting.The Japanese troops at Haiguang Temple flooded into Tianjin City like a flood that opened its gates, and a monstrous wave. Soldiers from various divisions and regiments of the 29th Army fought back desperately and resisted with all their might.

The guns clashed, the ancient buildings were blown to pieces, and the unarmed people rushed to the concession. The terrified people ran for their lives. No matter what team was chaotic, as long as they stayed away from the direction of the Japanese, they were right. Zhou Lan's team was cut into sections in the chaotic battle, and he was surrounded by the most elite horsemen by He Si and others.

Bombing planes flew overhead, throwing guns from time to time. The 29th Army was very passive without its own air force cover.

While the earth was shaking and the sky was shaking, Zhou Lan raised his eyes, his hometown was full of smoke, panic was hanging on his faces, and the torrent was rushing by, and his team was like an island in the flow of people, standing still and refusing to follow the waves and go.

"Hit, hit me to death." He ordered loudly, and cooperated with the remnants of Xia Division and the 38th Division to advance to the train station.

His soldiers built fortifications on the street with sacks filled with sand, and fought fiercely with the Japanese soldiers across the street.

There was a hail of bullets, building glass shattered and flew in all directions, machine guns shot at each other, flesh and blood bloomed everywhere, guns from the sky were thrown down, and the roof of the church with the cross collapsed.

Zhou Lan remembered in confusion, that was the priest's church!

But he couldn't care less.

Every minute and every second is life and death,

Everything was taken care of.

Yes, I can't take care of it anymore, and my family is still there.That brat Yunhai must not have moved so fast, he brought his family out of Tianjin.

When He Si covered his head, he saw Zhou Lan seeming to be smiling wryly.

"What's wrong?" he yelled.

Zhou Lan shook his head.

The Japanese are too fast, much faster than he expected, not to mention that it is impossible for Yunhai to take the family away so quickly, but with Auntie's temper, who can move her?

If there is one person in this family who can persuade her, it is only her own son.

Damn, damn Japanese, endless Japanese.

Mother, you must stay in the concession safely. The Japanese dare not touch the British and American concessions for the time being. His house in the British concession is still safe.

Look at the dense flow of people fleeing to the concession, which is the best indicator of a safe zone.

Zhou Lan comforted herself in this way amidst the sound of guns and guns in the dark sky.

The author has something to say:

How can there be any eggs under the whole nest, and little Zhou Zhou has grown up.