novelaction Chapter 198: No Need to Wrap Up the Body to Defend the Land
Chapter 198: No Need to Wrap Up the Body to Defend the Land
Entering the main tent, she saluted, "Commander, you asked for me!"
Yue Xiangli was sitting at the table, with various maps on the table and behind him.
Seeing her come in, he stood up, his face solemn, and handed her a bloody letter, "From Zheng Kaisheng."
There were many blood-stained letters next to Yue Xiangli's hands.
Most of the soldiers he led were orphans, and many of them were not married. Most of the letters were written to him, the commander-in-chief.
Sensing something, Ning Sangyu steadied her trembling hands and lowered her head to read the letter.
The handwriting is very illegible, which shows that it was written in a hurry.
"From the Marshal:
When you received my letter, I was already dead.
We have been trapped for a month, and we have run out of ammunition and food. However, the Japanese pirates have trampled on our land and enslaved our compatriots with horrific cruelty. We have used our flesh and blood to stop them from advancing.
As I write this letter, I am determined to die. My land is my hometown, and I will die in my land without asking for my body to be wrapped in a shroud.
In pain, it kneels and kowtows before it sees victory in the future, and they smile before they see victory in the future.
Everyone says that the country is charming, but unfortunately I cannot go there. Please and your wife will see it for me.
On July 9, 1937, Zheng Kaisheng wrote his last words.
Ning Sangyu gently stroked the bloody corner with her fingers, raised her head and forced back the tears, "We will win."
Yue walked closer to Li and pressed the corners of her slightly red eyes. Before she could say anything, the sound of gunfire rang out again.
Ning Sangyu quickly took out her gun, turned around and ran into the queue. Behind her, a soldier ran beside her to report the situation.
The phone rang and Yue Xiangli picked up the phone.
"Report to the commander! The Japanese pirates are bombarding our army again..."
Five days later, the fighting stopped for a while, but the air was filled with smoke again. After the hail of bullets, the soldiers' bodies were covered in dirt and blood.
The logistics soldiers carried the wounded and dead soldiers away, and new soldiers filled the vacancies.
Ning Sangyu was lying in the trench, opening his eyes and looking at the gray sky after the war. The smoke was pungent, but he was used to it.
The leader next to him handed over a bun and said, "Eat it quickly."
Ning Sangyu clapped her hands and took it and ate it. After eating, she fell asleep with the hat covering her face.
There was the sound of soldiers moving around.
As Yue came towards Li, the leader pointed in the direction of the corner.
Yue nodded to Li and went over to pick up her hat.
When her hat was taken away, she quickly drew her gun and loaded it, her eyes sharp as she opened them.
Yue Xiangli held her wrist and pulled her up. "There will be a long ceasefire period. Come with me and I will take you to see someone."
Ning Sangyu put the gun back on his waist, put on his hat and followed him, "Who?"
"Brother Kuang Heng."
Ning Sangyu's eyes lit up when she heard this, "Why is he here?"
The last time I saw Gu Kuangheng was in 1933. After the change of flag in 1927, Gu Kuangheng was transferred to the southwest to develop weapons, so it was very difficult to meet him.
They had only met once in the past ten years.
"I came to deliver the latest batch of weapons, and I also said I wanted to see you."
Ning Sangyu started running. Yue Xiangli grabbed her wrist and led her in another direction, saying with a smile, "You're running to the wrong place."
"Oh."
Gu Kuangheng was sitting in the main tent drinking water when he heard two footsteps coming and soon the tent was opened.
"elder brother!"
He looked up and saw his sister running towards him, covered in dust and dirt. He was a little hesitant to recognize her for a moment.
"Brother, don't you recognize me?" Ning Sangyu took off his hat with a smile.
Gu Kuangheng patted her shoulder and asked, "Just got off the battlefield?"
He thought that his sister, who needed protection, had unknowingly become a soldier capable of carrying a gun and protecting others. Judging from the uniform she was wearing, her military rank was not low.
"correct."
Gu Kuangheng saw that her face was very dirty and asked, "Wipe your face?"
Ning Sangyu slightly arched her eyebrows, "Nothing can't be wiped away with water."
"Okay." Gu Kuangheng pointed to the table, "I brought you some food. Time is tight, I have to go back."
“Have a safe journey.”
"Okay, be careful on the battlefield."
Watching Gu Kuangheng's disappearing back, Ning Sangyu sighed and calmed down.
Yue Xiangli wrung out a clean wet towel and wiped her face, "Look up."
She looked up at him, and he was wiping her eyebrows carefully.
After wiping her face, seeing how seriously she was looking, he kissed the corner of her lips and wiped her hands again.
After wiping his hands, he took her to eat and said, "Have a good sleep after eating."
"Ah."
Yue Xiang Li hadn't slept for a long time. He held her and slept for several hours. After a brief period of tenderness, the two of them left and returned to their seats.
In February 1938, the Northern Third Route Army was transferred to the Northwest to continue fighting against the Japanese pirates together with the Northwest garrison.
After meeting Gu Kuangheng, Ning Sangyu met Ji Huaimin, whom she had not seen for ten years.
When I saw Ji Huaimin, he was sitting on the ground chewing on dry food. In his other hand, he was using mud to hold a crude map, and he was talking about the situation while chewing.
The other officers next to him looked the same.
Realizing someone was looking at him, Ji Huaimin followed the gaze and threw the mud in his hand, which hit another officer on the head.
He cried out in pain, "Old Ji, what are you doing? You hit me so hard that I saw stars!"
"Sangsang!" Ji Huaimin ran to Ning Sangyu and patted her on the shoulder. "I'm glad to see you at last!"
Those officers stood up, put on their hats, and tidied themselves up, and communicated with the officers brought by Vietnam to Li.
The chief of staff on Ji Huaimin's side said, "Old Ji, he always talks about his wife or his sister whenever he has time. Today, I finally got to see the real face of Captain Ning. A woman is just as good as a man!"
"Miscellaneous praise."
"Go away, if you don't have a wife, what else would you talk about other than your sister? You are allowed to talk about your wife and son, but I am not allowed to talk about my sister?" Ji Huaimin kicked him.
The officers burst into laughter.
After a brief reunion, the two sides held a three-hour meeting on cooperation in fighting the enemy.
After the others left, Ji Huaimin said, "I've been keeping an eye on Xiang Chen. They've also been on the battlefield in South China, and now he's also a battalion commander."
"Also, they had two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is six years old and the girl is four years old. They are now in the rear."
Yue nodded to Li.
In the following years, China was often filled with smoke and flames of war.
In June 1939, Yue Xiangli received another suicide letter.
This time, it was Xiang Zaihe's.
"The Marshal writes to you personally:
If you see this letter, I am no longer in this world.
We have defended the city for three months. We have seen our soldiers dying one by one, with corpses and blood all over the city. We will fight until there is no one left, but we will never give up an inch of territory.
The same land, the same belief, and the same guns facing the outside world, this is the true nature of the Chinese nation.
Looking ahead, my comrades will take up arms and fight on the battlefield their whole lives, with no way to repay our country. The only thing they can do is die, so I am determined to die.
The eldest son is nineteen and the second son is seventeen. They are already able to go into battle. I don’t believe that if they continue to fight, they cannot drive out all the foreign enemies.
There is no need to be sad for me. When you offer sacrifices to me at my tomb in the future, please tell me that the mountains are still there.
February 21, 1939, Xiang Zaihe’s last writing.