Rise From Eight Hundred Chapter 940

Chapter 940 Someone wants to see you!

On the morning of March 18, the two infantry battalions and the artillery battalion of the Sixth Regiment, which had been repairing at the 683 Brigade station overnight, followed Gong Shaoxun back to the "Dakouzidong" station, which had begun to take shape.

Tang Dao, on the other hand, stayed at the 683 brigade station with the guard company and a special squadron.

Not only because the upright Brigadier Cheng needed Tang Dao to personally sign to receive the share of the spoils won by the Si Xing Regiment in the battle of Beiganling and Lucheng, but also because the 921 Division Headquarters sent a telegram, and the two major division headquarters The chief officer, division guard battalion, and division supply battalion have already embarked on their way to the 683rd Brigade.

Furthermore, the two chief officials asked to see Tang Dao by name, and also said that they would invite Tang Dao to drink a celebration wine.

In Tang Dao's heart, these two are not just superior officers, they are outstanding figures who have written richly in Chinese history. They have spoken personally, and Tang Dao will naturally not leave.

That is, Tang Dao couldn't help but be impatient 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 Elements Group even more.

But it's not a celebration party!

The annihilation of thousands of Japanese invaders was very exciting for the Si Xing Tuan, but it was not enough to be ecstatic.

What Tang Dao doesn't want to miss is the burial ceremony of the fallen officers and soldiers of the Four Lines Regiment!

Because he knew that the war would be extremely long, Tang Dao, who arrived at the "Dakouzidong" station, first decided on the address of the arsenal. The second was to ride on horseback and lead several senior officers of the regiment to find another suitable location.

The requirements for the location are quite strict. The mountain behind it must be big and lush, and it must be facing north and south. It is best to have two mountains on the left and right, and it should not be too far from important locations such as the regiment headquarters.

If Tang Tuanzuo hadn't mentioned the purpose later, several chief officials would have thought that Tang Tuanzuo was going to build a holiday villa like some senior officials they had met.

What Tang Dao is looking for is the Martyrs Cemetery!

In the future, all the four regiments, and even the rest of the Chinese army, no matter what faction they are, as long as they died for the national war, are eligible to be buried in this martyrs cemetery!

This is not just an attempt by Tang Dao to boost the morale of the entire Si Xing Regiment. Even if you die, you will be left with a place in the beautiful mountains of China for future generations to pay homage to. Rather, 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 the names of the people in the tomb. They only know that there was a fierce battle with the Japanese army here, and several officers and soldiers died here. Due to the fierce fighting, they had to be hastily buried here. The villagers expressed their gratitude to their guardians. Thanks to the kindness of the country, over the past decades, we have taken the initiative to repair the tomb and burn incense on paper to pay homage.

It is unknown whether the person in the tomb is resting in peace, but what about his relatives? Seeing people in life and seeing corpses in death has been one of the Chinese people's obsession with matters of life and death since ancient times.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is not being able to trace it!

In the past, transportation was inconvenient and information was underdeveloped. Even if relatives at home were missed, the news of parents dying without a child would be a long-lasting disaster for every family. Every time I think about it, my heart feels like needles. pain.

Later, when we entered the information society, many people began to post for help. Some wanted to find their own relatives, and some wanted to help fallen soldiers in lonely graves find their relatives. The stories that were reported on TV and newspapers all had happy and touching endings. But as a soldier, Tang Dao knew that behind this perfect and touching feeling, there were actually more scars that had not been healed.

Of course, Tang Dao would not blame anyone. He knew that it was because of the limitations of that era and the harsh and rough conditions at that time. There may be files on officers and soldiers, but not many.

Moreover, one defeat after another has made all major commanders focus on 'Can we survive tomorrow? ', "Can we really win this defense battle?", "What will my soldiers eat tomorrow?" On such life-and-death issues, who can spare the effort to heal the inner sorrows of the living?

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

Tang Dao used his best efforts to complete the files of all officers and soldiers, including young men recruited temporarily, and also kept backups. Each officer and soldier had his battalion and company's establishment and name sewn into the lining of his military uniform. If an officer or soldier died in battle, he could Find his home address based on his information, and when the battlefield situation stabilizes, he will mail the news of his sacrifice, medals of merit, pensions, etc. back to his hometown!

In addition, there is this mountainous martyr cemetery covering an area of dozens of acres.

All officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment who died in the battle, no matter where the battle occurred, must bring their remains back and bury them here if permitted. If it is really difficult to do, then cremate them on the spot and bury their 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 the soldiers who died on those battlefields in the Four Lines Regiment.

　　Not just to commemorate them, to let them rest in peace, but to let their relatives and family members have a definite place to hold them in their arms without having to suffer in hesitation and desperate waiting for decades!

Tang Dao will never forget a real image he saw when he first entered the border 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. First, she slapped the tombstone hard. He scolded him for his unfilial piety, but in the end he gently hugged the cold stone until the sun set in the west!

Several school officials who were accompanying him all stood upright, but their faces were filled with tears!

"His mother has been saving travel expenses for fifteen years to be able to come to the frontier! But she is now over seventy, and this may be the last time she comes." In front of Tang Dao, who has just joined the recruit company, is the political commissar of the recruit regiment, who is sitting upright. , although his voice was very soft, Tang Dao could hear it.

"Chief, how did you know?" Someone finally couldn't hold it back and asked softly.

"Because he and I were recruits at the same time. Twenty-six years ago, he and I sat cross-legged side by side on this land just like you." The army colonel, who had lost an arm, turned his head and glanced at the recruits behind him. , grinned.

Tang Dao could see the tears shining in the eyes of this middle-aged soldier who was already considered a high official.

"For the sake of the motherland, we do not hesitate to live; for the sake of mother, we must live!" This was the first lesson that touched Tang Dao deeply after entering the recruit company.

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

But as a soldier, Tang Dao knew that on the battlefield, life and death were no longer within his control! As a soldier, he cannot decide his life or death, and he cannot decide not to let his mother shed tears, but as a commander, Tang Dao can at least let his mother hug his son, even if it is a cold tombstone!

Tang Dao had made an agreement with Gong Shaoxun and the two infantry battalion commanders last night that he would rush back to the station in three days at the latest and personally preside over the burial of the martyrs.

If Tang Dao's memory is correct, because the Japanese offensive was strong at this time, the 921 Division had not yet established a large coherent base area, and the 921 Division headquarters had not yet moved to the future locations of Jiangjunling and Chishui Village, which would be extremely famous in the future.

If they were hundreds of miles apart, the two chief officers would bring thousands of men and horses from the guard camp and the baggage camp, and they would have to pass through the Japanese-occupied areas and travel through mountains and rivers. It would take who knows how many days and nights.

The courtesy Tang Dao received was not low. His residence was arranged next to the small courtyard where Brigadier Cheng lived. The gables of the village houses in Taihang Mountain were very short, only 1.5 meters. With Tang Dao's height of 1.8 meters, he walked into the courtyard. , and you can meet Brigadier Cheng, who has been busy with military affairs over there.

The air in the morning was very fresh, and the days without fighting were also very leisurely. Tang Dao, who had eaten two white-flour buns and finished a bowl of porridge, was holding a cigarette and feeling a little melancholy. Over there, he was sitting by the millstone and a few people were holding materials. After the staff officer who came to report had finished explaining the matter, Brigadier Cheng looked up at Tang Dao, who was standing in the courtyard looking towards the distant mountains. A smile appeared on his face, and he walked over holding a few pieces of paper.

"What's the matter? I, Old Cheng, have not treated you well! What makes you so melancholy, Little Brother Tang? Come on, give me one of the Japanese cigarettes you captured!" Brigadier Cheng did not go around the courtyard gate. Just leaning on the low gable wall.

Before the two of us, you were Brigadier Cheng and I were Commander Tang. When the battles at Beiganling and Lucheng are over and hundreds of thousands of kilograms of white flour, rice, and corn are carried back to the base, Comrade Wang Xiaoqiang will always call Brother Tang whenever we meet. Forget it, Brigadier Cheng no longer calls him a formal official, but directly calls him "little brother", which is even more affectionate than "old brother".

Obviously, high emotional intelligence is one thing, but food that can fill the bellies of 20,000 big men is the most important.

Yes, the actual strength of the 921st Division has already exceeded 20,000. This is the specific data that Tang Dao only knew last night. Tang Dao could only be dumbfounded at that time.

If his memory is correct, when the 921 Division crossed the Yellow River eastward in September last year, it only brought three main regiments, division headquarters and other auxiliary troops, leaving one main regiment and brigade headquarters of the 583 Brigade to garrison north of the Yellow River. The division rushed to the northern battlefield with approximately 9,700 soldiers.

How long has it passed? It has doubled in size and is still turning a corner. This propaganda and mobilization ability is truly unmatched!

This is also because in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, everyone's eyes were focused on large battlefields such as the Battle of Songhu, the Battle of Xuzhou, and even the Battle of Jiangxia, with hundreds of thousands of people at every turn. No one paid much attention to this 'small' unit that would have outstanding achievements in the future. The senior leaders of the Eightyth Army are also accustomed to keeping a low profile, and of course they will not take the initiative to tell the outside world how many troops they have. Tang Dao is not particularly clear about this little-known history.

In fact, in this half year alone, the 921 Division has a total of 25,000 troops. The number of troops directly under the division headquarters alone is as high as 2,400. Elites have also been drawn from various ministries to form teaching regiments, independent regiments, new regiments, independent detachments, and eastern divisions. Enter the column.

If Xiong Yuan refuses to give in and gathers all his troops to fight against the 683 Brigade, then the 921 Division, which is forced to use all its strength, may really give them a big surprise.

But by then, I am afraid that the North China Front Army Headquarters will not be meeting to study how to deal with Xiong Yuan, the Japanese Army Lieutenant General who is destined to take the blame, but will be meeting to study how to increase troops to suppress this new and emerging enemy.

25,000 people, almost the strength of an infantry corps. Coupled with another infantry division with similar combat power, the Eightyth Army is fully capable of competing with a fully-organized Japanese army division. This is definitely the commander of the Japanese North China Front. The Ministry cannot tolerate it.

Of course, this information seemed to be revealed to Tang Dao unintentionally by Brigadier Cheng, but Tang Dao knew that this was actually just an olive branch offered by Brigadier Cheng, or even an instruction from a higher level.

Tang Dao was naturally happy to accept it, and at the same time told Brigadier Cheng that he would go to big cities to purchase precision machine tools and raw materials and vigorously develop arsenals.

This is no longer called reciprocating a favor, but a clear response. I am not only a rich man, but also a rich man who is particularly interested in you. Come and seduce me! I'm easily hooked.

If it had been anyone else, Tang Dao would have been so "hurried" that he might have been slapped to death by the 80th Group Army who was gradually maturing.

But the Tang Dao has told everyone with its extremely hard record that my ideal is to chop off the heads of Japanese soldiers. A few thousand is too few, but tens of thousands are not enough. I am a true Chinese iron-blooded soldier.

Besides, Tang Dao is from Sichuan and was born in the Sichuan Army. He has little connection with that person. This identity is very important.

Don't think that the 80th Group Army and the various departments of the Sichuan Army will fight to the death during the Great Movement. The guiding ideology of the various departments of the Sichuan Army is very clear. As long as they don't come to occupy my territory, there's no telling when we will see each other again!

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

So, the final historical process shows that he is just a passer-by in history, and the lofty ideals finally defeated corruption and darkness.

But no matter what, when Tang Dao knew the strength of the 921st Division, he realized more deeply why even those two men rushed over with the division's supplies and supplies. In this kind of war, military strength is very important, but it is not an easy task to feed more than 20,000 strong men.

The title "Tang Xiaodi" probably comes from this.

I hope those two people won't call me that. Unlike Brigadier Cheng, who has a similar temperament and is obviously more suitable for being friends, those two are elders. Tang Dao, who knows the future well, would not dare to make mistakes like that.

"Hey! People who are used to fighting are a little uncomfortable with being free all of a sudden!" Tang Dao smiled bitterly and took out the cigarette and handed it to this person.

Although he was impatient, he also knew that there was no high-speed rail machine in this mountain. He could just walk around for several days, and the two chief officers of the 921 Division were the backbone of 10,000 to 20,000 elites. If they moved, they would be Intelligence comes first, security is tight in the areas involved along the way, and the journey is extremely slow, taking several days to complete.

Let Tang Dao take the initiative to ask questions, isn't that urging others! As long as something goes wrong, if something goes wrong, Tang Dao can't bear the responsibility.

"Okay, you kid, don't give me a chance. Who said we have to fight every day during the war? Don't you just want to know when the two leaders will arrive! If you play Melancholy for me, aren't you just waiting for me to take the initiative to give it to you? Tell me!" Brigadier Cheng lit the cigarette with the match Tang Dao struck, blew out a puff of smoke, and glanced at Tang Dao with a half-smile.

"Hehe! Brother, you know me well. I am also the leader of a regiment! There are a lot of things in the regiment!" Tang Dao was not embarrassed at all and said with a chuckle.

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

"Come on, brother Tang, don't be anxious. The two leaders are not as ignorant as you think. Knowing that your Fourth Army Group is busy with affairs, they still let you stay with my minister. When the news reached the 22nd Army, they thought it was Our department has detained it for you!" Brigadier Cheng reassured Tang Dao with a smile.

"The division headquarters is only 70 miles away from here. The 108th Division was defeated this time. All external troops have withdrawn to occupy the county. There will be no Japanese troops in the mountainous areas for a short time. Yesterday evening, I sent an infantry battalion to greet them. The two leaders had already set off at five o'clock in the morning, and they would arrive at sunset at the slowest time.

You can return to your Si Xing Tuan station by tomorrow at the latest. "

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

“You kid, do you think so little of me?” Brigadier Cheng's face sank deliberately, and he held up the paper with dense writing in his hand. "Aren't you afraid that I will try to trick you and give you less profit? I know that you moved more than 6,000 people from Licheng and created thousands more mouths. It won't be easy to feed them!"

"Hehe, brother, if you ignore the dignity of being an elder brother and do the first year of junior high school, then don't blame me for doing the fifteenth year. Because the population has to feed is too high, the price of guns and ammunition produced by our Sixings Regiment arsenal may rise significantly. !" Tang Dao laughed.

"I almost forgot about this! Sure enough, profiteers can't be offended!" Brigadier Cheng, such a shrewd person, could only give in with a wry smile when faced with Tang Dao's blatant threat, and handed the paper in his hand across the gable wall. Give Tang Dao.

“These are the various trophies that have been counted. Take a look and I will inform you that the regiment's supply company will come over in the afternoon, so that we can join our department's celebration banquet in the evening!”

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

"You kid, no wonder you can make those big shots look at you differently." Brigadier Cheng, who was a little stunned by Tang Dao's joke, smiled and shook his head.

Tang Dao seemed to be somewhat conflicted at this time. He was very concerned about the meal his subordinates received from the 683rd Brigade, but he seemed to be less interested in the obviously large number of loot statistics in his hand than Brigadier Cheng had imagined.

However, this kind of contradiction of grasping the small and magnifying it makes Tang Dao exude a strong personality charm, and it is extremely comfortable to be a comrade or a friend with him.

PS: There were too many classes yesterday. I finished the class in the afternoon and Fengyue participated in the mid-semester teaching inspection. It was already 7 pm when I got home. I was so exhausted that I only wrote 1500 words. Today is another day of classes and I returned at 4:30. Until now, I will update it immediately after writing 5,000 words. I would like to say sorry to my book friends. In addition, I would like to take a look at Feng Yue's new science fiction book "I Can Burial All Things". There are manuscripts for that. I need to recommend new books in the new issue. I also ask book friends to help me read it! grateful!

(End of this chapter)

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