"Captain, the Japanese are coming again!"

"Hit the bastards, let me beat these bastards!"

Marco Polo Bridge, July 16, the headquarters of the third battalion of the 219th Regiment of the 29th Army.

Group leader Ji Xingwen yelled into the phone: "Jin Zhenzhong, if you lose any position, I will twist off your head and use it as a ball!"

He put down the phone angrily: "Come here, follow me to the front line."

"Report to the leader, there is a man named Meng Shaoyuan and two people asking to see him."

"Who? Meng what? Missing."

"Captain, you'd better meet them. They are from Nanjing."

"I want to see you from Nanjing? Where is Shanghai? Where is Wuhan?"

"Captain, they are from the military."

"What?"

"Those who are under military control should strive to promote socialism."

"What the hell are they doing here?" Ji Xingwen became even more angry when he heard this: "You still think I don't have many spies here? Are they still here to supervise the scene? Are they afraid that I will run away with the troops, or are they afraid that I will run away with the troops?

Are you afraid that I will become a traitor? No see, no see!"

"Commander, let's meet with them. Try not to offend these agents as much as possible."

Ji Xingwen's face was full of reluctance.

But in this extraordinary period, we should try our best not to have too many enemies.

Especially those spies.

Once you offend them, God knows how they will cause trouble for you.

"Let them in, let them in."

This was the first time Meng Shaoyuan met the famous hero who fired the first shot of China's all-out war of resistance.

"Captain Ji, I am Meng Shaoyuan, Major. These two are my assistants Pan Baolai and Song Deng."

Ji Xingwen did not expect that the agent who appeared in front of him was so young. He glanced at him and sneered: "Major Meng, if you don't stay well in Nanjing, why did you come to Peking? I am in danger here.

"

His words were sarcastic, but Meng Shaoyuan didn't care at all: "Captain Ji, to be precise, I'm from Shanghai."

"Oh, it will be an even more colorful world, what a great place." Ji Xingwen still sneered: "There are big hotels and dance halls. Hey, I heard that in the dance halls in Shanghai, the women dancing in them are all naked.

With your butt exposed? When will you, Major Meng, take me, a country bumpkin, to open your eyes?"

Meng Shaoyuan has a temper. As long as you are a great hero, no matter how much you ridicule, he can really bear it: "Captain Ji, Shanghai is indeed a colorful world, but it is about to turn into scorched earth."

"Oh?" Ji Xingwen was startled: "How do you say that?"

"Captain Ji, can I have a few words with you in private?"

Ji Xingwen thought for a moment and asked all his men to go out.

When there were only two people left here, Meng Shaoyuan said: "Captain Ji, I know you have opinions about me. I am a spy or a dog spy. Let alone you, there are many people who spit on us behind our backs."

A smile flashed across Ji Xingwen's face.

This little spy is a bit interesting.

"I came here this time because my superiors did not ask me to supervise you. In fact, when you heard that I was here, that's what you must have been thinking, right?" Meng Shaoyuan acted very calmly: "You are fighting bloody battles on the front line. I think,

I should do something. Commander Ji, I have to pass through your defense area this time..."

When Meng Shaoyuan whispered what he wanted to do, Ji Xingwen had a look of disbelief on his face.

He looked at Meng Shaoyuan in confusion for a long time: "Meng Shaoyuan, are you serious?"

"Seriously, otherwise what would I do all the way here?"

"Are you okay with your head?"

"Very normal."

"Meng Shaoyuan, don't blame me for speaking poorly." Ji Xingwen still found it unimaginable: "You have to think clearly. If there is a slight negligence in this matter, you will not come back. No, you can't come back even if you want to."

"Captain Ji, isn't it just a matter of losing your head?"

Meng Shaoyuan smiled faintly: "Your brothers are fighting the Japanese with their heads in their hands..."

"boom"--

There was a sound of gunfire.

The headquarters shook a few times.

To be honest, Meng Shaoyuan was shocked.

He has fired guns and killed people before, but this is his first time on the most real battlefield.

No one who goes to the battlefield for the first time can remain calm.

no one.

"The artillery fire has started. Are you scared by the Japanese shells?" Ji Xingwen mocked again.

"Yeah, I'm scared. We special agents can't compare to you." Meng Shaoyuan also laughed at himself: "So I have to go, at least, to help you relieve some pressure. Commander Ji, I really want to die there, forget it.

I'm unlucky. But if I succeed in this matter, the Japanese will definitely be in chaos, and I can help you gain opportunities."

"Major Meng, let me tell you the truth." Ji Xingwen said slowly: "I really look down on you spies from the bottom of my heart. I always think about what a bunch of people are doing. But you are successful, you are really successful."

After saying that, he shouted outside: "Gu Shunshui!"

"arrive!"

His guard company commander Gu Shunshui ran in immediately.

Ji Xingwen pointed at Meng Shaoyuan: "From now on, you will be temporarily under the command of Major Meng. You can send him wherever he tells you. Just follow it."

"Yes!" Gu Shunshui replied loudly.

"Thank you, Captain Ji." Meng Shaoyuan felt relieved: "Time is running out, so I'll take my leave first."

"Wait." Ji Xingwen suddenly stopped Meng Shaoyuan, stared at him, and then saluted him with a standard military salute: "Major Meng, remember, come back alive. As long as the Marco Polo Bridge is still in my hands, I will

I’ll pick you up in person.”

Inexplicably, Meng Shaoyuan's nose felt sore.

He saluted himself.

Ji Xingwen actually saluted him!

On July 8, 1937, the Japanese army bombarded Wanping. The 3rd Battalion of the 219th Regiment, which was guarding Marco Polo Bridge and Wanping City, rose up to fight under the command of regimental commander Ji Xingwen and battalion commander Jin Zhenzhong.

After the Japanese army counterattacked, they sent troops to kill our officers and soldiers on duty and occupied our bridgehead. Ji Xingwen was determined to fight the Japanese army to the death.

Under his call, the anti-Japanese sentiment among the officers and soldiers was high. At that time, more than 300 people signed up to join the death squads. Ji Xingwen personally selected 150 capable personnel and organized them into 5 groups. Each death squad member carried a rifle, 2 grenades, and a broadsword.

A handful, ready to attack.

The death squads took advantage of their familiarity with the terrain and were able to appear and disappear. Within 20 minutes, they wiped out dozens of Japanese soldiers and recaptured the bridgehead in one fell swoop.

The Japanese army suffered a loss and frantically shelled the Chinese positions in an attempt to retake the bridgehead. Due to the determined resistance of the 216th Regiment, the Japanese army's conspiracy failed.

Such a great hero, he salutes himself!

Meng Shaoyuan also returned a military salute politely: "Captain Ji, I promise to come back alive!"

…

On the battlefield, the sound of artillery and gunfire occurred one after another.

The Japanese army's fourth charge today has begun again.

Qiao Ping, the acting commander of the Third Battalion, had long lost his voice.

A few days ago, the battalion commander Jin Zhenzhong, who fired the first shot in the Marco Polo Bridge defense battle, repelled five Japanese attacks. Unfortunately, his left leg and lower limb were blown off by a grenade. Another bullet penetrated his left ear and his right ear.

After wearing it out, he was rushed to Baoding Hospital.

In the past few days, Qiao Ping has been directing the battle.

The machine gun was spitting out flames like crazy, and grenades were thrown out one after another.

"Boom boom boom", "thud tug tug".

All kinds of voices played the most heroic symphony on the battlefield.

The brothers are all fighting for their lives.

Several times, the Japanese rushed into the position, and the brothers drew their swords and fought with the Japanese devils.

The Japanese were repulsed once and charged again.

None of the brothers in the third battalion are afraid.
To be continued...