Feng Shengfa was sitting on the stone mill in the yard, smoking silently.

Since last night, he has never said anything again, either leaning on a chair and being stunned, sitting on the stone mill in the yard smoking, not eating or drinking water.

Yang Shaoren walked in from outside and was about to report to Feng Shengfa, but was stopped by Deputy Commander He Lingxiao.

"Deputy division seat, the troops have been withdrawn." Yang Shaoren looked at Feng Shengfa with Liao Luo's expression and whispered, "But the officers and soldiers are very unhappy. Why don't you go and see them on behalf of the division seat?"

He Lingxiao nodded and followed Yang Shaoren and walked out the door.

At this time, the 18th Pei had fully replaced Wanjialing's defense, and the reason why the remaining soldiers of the 58th Division were unstable was because of this. Because the 18th Pei was a Guangdong army and was a unit based on Shaoguan's children, it was a direct descendant of Xue Yue, and He Lingxiao's speculation unfortunately became a fact.

Seeing He Lingxiao and Yang Shaoren walked out, several regiment commanders immediately surrounded him.

"Deputy Master, No. 18 Pei comes up to change defense at this time. Could it be that he wants to seize the merits?"

"Deputy Master, is the 18th Master thinking? Do you want to pick peaches from our 58th Master?"

"Damn it, this eating look is too ugly. Do these Cantonese guys want it?"

"Master's seat, where is the master's seat? I want to see the master's seat, the master's seat, you can't ignore this..."

After being quarreled by several regiment commanders, He Lingxiao's head immediately became bigger than two, and shouted: "Enough, why are you quarreling? What's the point of not being annoying enough? Why do you think the teacher's seat is not annoying enough?" He Lingxiao paused and said, "The most urgent task is to stabilize the mood of the troops. The morale of the army cannot be distorted, and the morale of the army cannot be collapsed."

The several team leaders then closed their mouths and followed He Lingxiao out.

After passing through the front yard and walking out of the gate, there was a field outside. At this time, the rice in the fields had already been harvested, and the weeds on the fields had turned yellow. The remaining soldiers of the 58th Division, which had retreated from the top of the mountain and the hourglass, sat in groups on the fields. Many of the remaining soldiers were still wounded, and the gauze wrapped around their heads was even bleeding.

He Lingxiao counted roughly, and all the remaining soldiers added one piece to only four or five hundred.

In this situation, He Lingxiao's eyes suddenly turned red. How could the 58th Division have been so miserable since its formation? Even in the most tragic Battle of Songhu, the losses of the 58th Division were not so heavy. Many troops in the Nanjing Defense War were exhausted, and the 58th Division had withdrawn more than 4,000 people, but now, the 58th Division has been beaten to only four or five hundred people left.

What made He Lingxiao even more heartbroken was that many of the officers and soldiers were from Zhuji, and they were all fellow villagers of He Lingxiao. He Lingxiao brought them out at the beginning. He Lingxiao really didn't know how to face the heartbroken villagers when he returned home in the future, and how to face the orphan and widowed mother who were sobbing sadly?

Yang Shaoren also sighed softly and whispered: "This time our 58th Division has really been crippled."

Among the remaining soldiers, Yang Shaoren found Xu Shijiu and the 19th Brigade. In Yang Shaoren's impression, Xu Shijiu was always energetic and energetic, and he had almost never seen him feel depressed and depressed. But now, Xu Shijiu always lowered his head. Even though Yang Shaoren walked to him, he never raised his head.

There is also the "hard bone" brigade that cannot be defeated or dragged in Yang Shaoren's memory. At this moment, there are only a dozen remaining soldiers, including three female soldiers, a war correspondent, an old man and a young man. Moreover, the remaining soldiers of the 19th Brigade can no longer see the momentum of no one else but me.

Gao Shenxing's head was high, but from his eyes, Yang Shaoren felt a sense of coldness, even more cold than the cold morning in early October winter.

In the battle of Wanjialing, the 58th Division was not only physically crippled, but also mentally.

Obviously, the 1st Corps Command did not send reinforcements to Wanjialing until the last moment, which greatly hurt the feelings of the officers and soldiers of the 58th Division, which made them feel that they were abandoned. If there was no reasonable explanation for this matter, or if the command and the 58th Division did not express it, the 58th Division would probably be in a slump.

He Lingxiao walked among the remaining soldiers, stood on the highest Tian Teng, and shouted loudly: Brothers.

The remaining soldiers sitting in the fields dejectedly ignored them. In normal times, the superiors spoke, and the officers and soldiers would definitely stand up in unison. But now, He Lingxiao shouted three times, but no one paid attention to him. He Lingxiao's prestige was still slightly worse than Feng Shengfa, and the resentful soldiers ignored him at all.

"Raise your head up for me" a majestic voice suddenly rang.

At some point, Feng Shengfa had arrived at the door and was glaring at the dejected remnants.

Seeing Feng Shengfa appear, several regiment commanders and several tigers' lives were so easy to howl. The dejected soldiers were also excited, as if the wronged children saw their parents, stood up one by one, and then consciously or unconsciously surrounded Feng Shengfa.

Feng Shengfa walked into the middle of the remaining soldiers with red eyes, patted the dust for the first-class military cap, and wiped the smoke marks on the face of the next remaining soldiers, while saying, "Brothers, all your heads are raised and your chest is raised. Don't hold your head down, and don't be depressed. We are not defeated soldiers who have lost the battle."

"Master, this is unfair. Why should I pick up the 18th place? "

"We can't figure it out, we can't figure it out, brothers can't die in vain."

"The master's seat, without our 58th Division, Wanjialing has long been lost, so it cannot be like this from above."

The eyes of the remnants also turned red, and they surrounded Feng Shengfa and complained about their suffering. They didn't care about bloodshed, sacrificed, or even the pensions of the National Government. The only thing they cared about was the affirmation of the people. What they feared the most was that they fought, bleeded, and died, but in the end they were still stabbed by the people and scolded them as deserters.

Feng Shengfa passed through the crowd and finally walked up to the highest Tian Geng. He looked down at the gathering of soldiers and whispered: "Brothers, don't worry, we shouldn't have robbed our 58th Division. We shouldn't have robbed our 58th Division. That's ours. As long as I, Feng Shengfa, have a breath, no one can rob us."

With Feng Shengfa's guarantee, the emotions of the remaining soldiers stabilized slightly.

"Now listen to my order." Feng Shengfa shouted, "Everyone has it, turn left and right, and walk in unison. Next, your task is to return to the camp, eat, sleep and maintain enough energy to wait for a new battle mission."

(Split Line)

Liao Luo was in a state of mind but he had to force his spirit to motivate the troops not only Feng Shengfa, but also Junroro Matsuura.

The sudden appearance of the 18th Pei at the last moment brought a great mental blow to the 10th Pei regiment of the Japanese, which led to the 10th Pei regiment directly dispelling the idea of ​​breaking through. So Matsuura Junroro set up defense zones for the four infantry regiments and began to repair defensive fortifications overnight from Wanjialing to Changling, preparing to defend on the spot.

Junroro Matsuura visited the officers and soldiers of each regiment overnight, and it was already past eight o'clock the next morning when he returned to the division headquarters.

This was a cold, wet and dark morning. The mist between the mountains and the dark clouds in the sky were entangled with each other, so depressing that it made people breathless. However, what made Matsuura Junroro feel even more heavy was the severe battlefield situation under his eyes. It appeared in Wanjialing, and the Chinese army near Changling had exceeded ten main divisions.

If there were only ten main divisions of the national army, Junroro Matsuura was not very afraid. As long as the logistics support was unimpeded and heavy equipment could keep up, the Matsuura Division would dare to fight against twenty national military advisors. But what was bad is that the Matsuura Division was alone this time, without heavy equipment and lacking logistics support.
Chapter completed!