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When I go back, I¡¯ll take the train.
Although it has only been a few days, Wang Xun's whole mental temperament has become completely different compared to when he first came to Ren'anqiang.
You can tell it from the look in your eyes.
Wang Xun was still a new recruit when he came, and he was completely confused and panicked.
When he returned now, Wang Xun no longer had the confusion and fear that was unique to new recruits. He sat there like a mountain, motionless.
Even the contents of the diary are very different.
When he came, most of what Wang Xun wrote in his diary was the inexplicable fear of war, and the longing for his hometown and relatives, especially the longing for his sister who raised him, which was the most important content in the diary.
But now, the theme of Wang Xun¡¯s diary has become a record of daily life, a real diary.
Wang Xun took out his pen and diary from his bag, and started recording today's diary again:
Today I met a nurse in the field hospital, also named Wang, named Wang Meihui. Her smile was very sweet. It had been a long time since I had eaten the five-spice cake from my hometown of Luzhou, and I suddenly missed the five-spice cake very much.
Halfway through writing, the train entered a river valley.
At this time, a shocking picture appeared in the eyes of Wang Xun and all the officers and soldiers in the car.
There is a small river in the valley ahead. There is a steel structure bridge on the river, and the rails are placed on the bridge.
Judging from the messy traces at the scene, this railway bridge should have just been blown up by Japanese bombers, and the engineering troops directly under the war zone are making repairs.
The emergency repair project is almost finished.
There is only one steel beam left.
But it was obviously too late.
Because the train they took was almost arriving.
¡°When a derailment accident was about to happen, the engineers who were repairing the bridge made an amazing scene.
¡°But as soon as the commander gave the order, hundreds of engineers rushed up and propped up the steel beam with their hands.
"Click! Click!" The steel wheels of the train collided with the connection between the rails, making a rhythmic sound. In this rhythmic collision, the train moved forward slowly.
Wang Xun and his comrades felt anxious.
Can the comrades of the engineers and soldiers in front be able to hold up the train?
The train seemed to be slow but was actually fast, and soon ran over the steel bridge.
Wang Xun and his comrades all stuck their heads out of the train window.
Looking from the top down, you can just see the comrades of the engineering soldiers gritting their teeth, and the veins on their faces and foreheads are protruding one by one. The veins on the forehead of one engineer even burst open, and they are dripping with blood. Down.
But from beginning to end, no engineer gave up, they all gritted their teeth and held on.
The ten seconds when the train passed the bridge were probably the longest ten seconds in Wang Xun's life.
But no matter how long it takes, it will eventually pass. Finally, the train smoothly passed the bridge and entered the other side.
When he looked back, Wang Xun saw that his engineering comrades had already begun the final repair work.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Wang Xun opened the diary again and wrote word for word: "I don't believe there are tasks in this world that we can't complete, nor do I believe that there are difficulties in this world that we can't overcome. What's more, I don¡¯t believe there are invincible enemies in this world, victory must belong to the great Chinese nation!¡±
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Yang Zheng looked at the two bodies around him sadly.
It is said that these two people were cooks at the division headquarters. Because the combat personnel were tight and they could not find any replacement soldiers, they were sent to Yang Zheng's company as replacement soldiers by the division.
But even after getting a supplement, after a battle in the afternoon, there were not many people left.
Opening the jacket pockets of the two men's military uniforms, they took out the neatly stacked suicide notes inside. One of them's suicide note was soaked in blood, and the handwriting was smeared.
The suicide note had been written long ago, of course, not by them themselves.
There are more than 4,000 brothers in the division, and you can count them with two hands that can read.
Including the suicide note on Yang Zheng's body, it was all written by a literate staff member in the division.
After putting away the suicide notes from the two cooks, Yang Zheng subconsciously touched the pocket of his military uniform. The suicide note was still there and had not been lost. Who knows who had the last hand to pass his suicide note to his family?
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng felt a little lost and depressed., a little desperate.
Before this, no matter how hard the battle was, Yang Zheng had never despaired.
But this time, Yang Zheng really felt desperate. He felt that he really wouldn't survive this time.
The Japanese offensive was too fierce. There were planes in the sky swooping down and shooting like crazy, tanks and artillery on the ground, and the Japanese infantry attacking more ferociously than usual.
In Yang Zheng¡¯s memory, the Japanese always attacked in small groups.
But this time in Meiktila, the Japs deployed their troops one brigade at a time!
Around the battlefield of less than ten kilometers between Meiktila and Darcy, both sides invested their troops and weapons frantically, spending their lives desperately.
Yang Zheng feels that it is a miracle that he can survive until now.
Under normal circumstances, no one can survive such a brutal battle for more than two days.
But he, Yang Zheng, has lived for three days, and there are no serious injuries on his body, including common burns.
The bad news is that he is once again alone on the 100-meter-long position that his company is responsible for. I wonder if the division can send him additional troops?
"Boom, boom, boom" The sound of the explosion gradually faded away.
This is another piece of rare good news. After three days of consumption, the intensity of the Japanese bombardment is rapidly declining.
At the beginning, the Japanese artillery preparations often took more than half an hour, but yesterday, the artillery preparations before the Japanese attack were shortened to ten minutes, and today they were reduced again to five minutes.
There are also obviously fewer Japanese planes circling in the sky.
At the beginning, dozens of Japanese planes would come to bomb every half an hour.
But today, until now, there have only been one wave of planes coming, less than ten!
But even so, Yang Zheng felt that the position could not be defended because the strength of the 133rd Division and even the entire 27th Group Army had been exhausted.
With his thoughts confused, the dark Japanese infantry once again appeared in the field of view ahead.
The Japanese who went on the offensive this time still had at least four infantry squadrons, nearly a thousand people.
There were more than a thousand Japanese soldiers, and they formed more than a dozen sparse skirmish lines, making it look like a vast area.
Yang Zheng grinned and let out a silent laugh. He opened the bolt of the 12.7mm caliber M2 Browning air-cooled heavy machine gun, took out the metal bullet chain from the bullet box, and inserted it into the ammunition supply port.
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