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The moment the two looked at each other, He Jifeng finally felt relieved and knew that what Commander Feng and Chief of Staff Chen said was true. Xia Yang is indeed a very good general.
He could see something extremely familiar in Xia Yang's eyes. That is the determination to sacrifice one's life and the belief in protecting one's home and country.
After the two saluted, they held their hands tightly together.
At this moment, Xia Yang actually felt that they seemed to have joined forces.
Then the two began to talk. They were both patriotic generals who were dedicated to resisting Japan, so naturally they had a lot to say.
While they were talking, He Jifeng's soldiers, under the guidance of He Changxing and Wei Xing, began to board the trucks that came to pick them up.
Xia Yang handed He Jifeng a cigarette. It was a Hardman brand cigarette. At that time, many celebrities in China would choose this brand of cigarettes.
For example, the very famous writer Lu Xun often smoked this kind of cigarette. Moreover, this kind of cigarette was still a very famous cigarette brand even in Xia Yang's era.
"Hardman cigarettes! I haven't smoked these cigarettes for more than a month." He Jifeng sighed. "I almost never smoked again."
Xia Yang lit his cigarette with a match, and then asked: "Commander He, why did you choose to retreat?"
He Jifeng glanced at him and did not tell Xia Yang his true thoughts. Although his first impression of Xia Yang was very good, whether he could fully trust this person was not determined by his first impression.
So he said calmly: "My mother is alone at home. I am worried. I have to go back and have a look. She may come back in a while. Then I will wait for orders from above and see how the people above arrange things."
Xia Yang glanced at He Jifeng and knew that he was hiding something.
But he could also guess the reason why he was besieged by the Japanese army in Daming City for more than half a month. But none of the national army troops around came to support them. Even the top leaders of the Kuomintang directly chose to give up on them because there was no need to rescue and support them.
Not to mention He Jifeng, if it had been anyone else, I would be disappointed.
So Xia Yang said: "Dozens of kilometers outside Daming City, there are the Central Army, the Northeast Army, and local troops. But none of these troops are willing to support you. How can you resist for such a long time and finally successfully break through? Brigadier, you 110th Brigade are all heroes."
"Really? What a pity, heroes! No one will remember us. Those martyrs who died under Daming City, in the eyes of some people, have no meaning."
Having said this, He Jifeng took a long drag on his cigarette, as if he was breathing in the smell of gunpowder smoke that filled Daming City that night. A pair of eyes, staring at the wilderness in the distance.
In that wilderness, there was a rustling autumn wind blowing, and it seemed that it also blew the long-lasting gunpowder smoke from Daming City.
Xia Yang said: "Yes! Everything you have done will be remembered by future generations! It will definitely!"
His tone was firm and brooked no argument.
He Jifeng glanced at Xia Yang, smiled and nodded: "Captain Xia, thank you.
When I met with you today, the first words you said moved me very much. Not only me, but also the brothers under me were very moved. They fought bloody battles there for so long, and no one ever said these words to them along the way, as if what we did was meaningless. "
After saying this, he flicked off the ash, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it hard with his foot.
"But you said, thank you! Our sacrifice is not meaningless!" He Jifeng looked at Xia Yang with a smile on his lips.
After saying this, he waved to Xia Yang and walked towards Baoding City alone.
Not far after he walked out, he heard Xia Yang's sonorous and powerful voice coming from behind.
"Everyone has it, turn back! Salute!"
Hearing this, Brigadier He stopped, then turned his head and saw all the soldiers behind him. Whether it's from their 110th Brigade or the Fourth Regiment. Everyone was giving him military salutes.
Seeing this scene, he lowered his head subconsciously, not wanting those people to see the tears in his eyes.
After a long while, he held back the tears, then raised his head and gave an incomparable standard salute.
"The ceremony is over!" Xia Yang said loudly.
He Jifeng turned around again, crying.??I couldn't hold it back any longer, and burst out from my eyes.
He was alone, walking towards Baoding City not far away. Just like back then, he ran away from his hometown alone and joined the national army, hoping to make great achievements and conquer the world.
After sending He Jifeng away, Xia Yang ordered to return to Mancheng.
During the day, Xia Yang first arranged these experienced veterans into three battalions.
With these veterans, the combat effectiveness of their four regiments will be improved even more than before. Especially on the battlefield, the rich combat experience of these veterans can provide a good reference for the new recruits.
He doesn¡¯t have much favoritism, except for some technical arms, such as artillery, medical corps, and communications corps. He basically split up the others and arranged them into the troops of Wei Xing, Liu Fudong, and He Changxing.
After organizing these soldiers into a simple organization, Xia Yang asked Anna and the military doctor to conduct a simple physical examination on these new soldiers.
Those soldiers are unfamiliar with physical examinations. They only received simple physical examinations when they first joined the army.
¡°And those examinations are very simple. They mainly check whether you are blind, whether you are lame when you walk, and whether you are deaf.
¡° However, the physical examinations conducted by Xia Yang and the others here are much more complicated and comprehensive.
Especially Dr. Anna and her medical team insisted on conducting blood tests on these soldiers and identifying their blood types.
Blood type identification may seem like a trivial matter, but if it really goes to the battlefield, it will play a very critical role.
Because at this time, although Xia Yang and his troops had a medical team, they did not have a blood bank.
The most important thing is that even if soldiers are now organized to donate blood, there is no place to store the blood. In less than a day, it will directly lose its activity and cannot be used.
After all, in Xia Yang's era, there were special cold storages for storing blood. In this era, it is obviously unrealistic to build a refrigerated plasma warehouse.
So on the battlefield, if a soldier is injured and needs a blood transfusion, he can only take it from other healthy soldiers.
If these soldiers do not know their blood type and transfuse blood randomly, it will cause a very serious rejection reaction and even accelerate the death of the wounded.
Xia Yang also specifically told the soldiers to remember their blood types, so that they might be able to save their lives on the battlefield. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com