1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Two peaceful and comfortable days for the two of them passed by in a flash.

Early in the morning of May 8th.

"Um--"

Liu Xiaoli, who had just woken up, subconsciously twisted her body, stretched, and let out a lazy groan.

Then, to my delight, I discovered that I had fully recovered.

Liu Xiaoli propped herself up and sat up, spreading her legs apart, lifting her legs, and crossing her legs. No matter what position she was in, she felt no discomfort.

"hiss!"

However, when Liu Xiaoli lifted her right leg above her head and tried to perform a dance move, the pain in her calf was gone, but the movement caused her ligaments and muscles to ache.

This was clearly a consequence of her not having done any dance warm-up exercises for three or four days.

That's how dance is; even after just a few days of rest, the body isn't as agile as before.

Therefore, the warm-up training on the first day after the holiday can make dance students feel apprehensive.

"Sigh... Today's warm-up is going to be tough."

Liu Xiaoli shook her head and sighed inwardly. She glanced at Cheng Kaiyan, who was sleeping soundly beside her, then moved quietly, got dressed, and got out of bed.

After washing up, I prepared the vegetables and rinsed the rice before cooking.

It's still early, around 6:30.

Liu Xiaoli went to the living room and stood on the carpet to do simple yoga poses to improve her flexibility.

At seven o'clock, the porridge was ready.

Liu Xiaoli finished her half-hour warm-up, returned to the bathroom drenched in sweat, took a hot shower, and changed into a white dress.

The stir-fried vegetables were ready, and two bowls of white porridge were served. Everything was done.

He then went inside and woke Cheng Kaiyan up.

"Up so early?"

Cheng Kaiyan asked while changing her clothes.

"What do you say?"

Liu Xiaoli rolled her eyes at him. "Do you think everyone is like you? You haven't been to school for a month or two, have you? My aunt has mentioned it to me several times."

"Oh? Hehe... I'm busy, aren't I? I'll go in a couple of days, I'll go in a couple of days."

Cheng Kaiyan was also a little embarrassed. Since the New Year, he hadn't really been to school much, but his salary hadn't stopped. His aunt usually collected it for him.

Fortunately, Director Fang and the principal didn't hold it against us. In any case, I really have to go there every now and then.

"In two more days?"

Liu Xiaoli was speechless at the guy's laziness, but she didn't force him. Training and reforming him wasn't something that could be done overnight. She threw down a sentence and turned to leave, "Get up and eat. Ride your bike to take me to school in a bit."

"I see... People usually send their wives to work, but this is better, sending your wife to school."

Cheng Kaiyan sighed repeatedly, quickly changed her clothes, tidied up, washed up, and came out to eat.

Breakfast was a simple bowl of white porridge, vegetables, and an egg, which was nutritionally balanced.

At 7:30, the two finished eating, tidied up, and went downstairs with their backpacks.

Liu Xiaoli specially put fruit candies, White Rabbit candies, and a few pieces of chocolate in her bag, saying they were wedding candies for her classmates and teachers.

Early in the morning, this newly built community, which is only two years old, was quite lively.

At the parking shed, we encountered many young people like them, picking up their cars to go to work, and others taking their children to school.

This is the advantage of the new community; most of the people assigned here after its construction are young comrades from various work units and factories.

According to Cheng Kaiyan's visual assessment, she did not see many faces that were over forty or fifty years old.

Good morning, Fangfang.

A smart and capable policewoman in a blue-black uniform walked towards them, and Liu Xiaoli greeted her with a light smile.

"Good morning, Xiaoli..."

Wang Fangfang greeted the familiar voice.

She met Liu Xiaoli one morning when her bicycle chain broke and she was in a hurry to get to work. Liu Xiaoli helped her take her there.

Over time, the two got to know each other and became good friends because they lived in the same community.

However, she remembered that Liu Xiaoli had always lived here alone. How come there's a man here today?

"This is?"

Wang Fangfang looked curiously at Cheng Kaiyan standing next to Liu Xiaoli, her eyes filled with inquiry.

"Sister Fangfang, let me introduce you. This is my fiancé."

Liu Xiaoli smiled slightly, not going into too much detail about Cheng Kaiyan. After all, this scoundrel had too many admirers and was too famous; it wouldn't be good if he offended some female comrades again.

Although Wang Fangfang is already married and has a two-year-old child.

As she spoke, she grabbed a handful of candy from her bag and handed it to him, saying, "Please have some wedding candy."

"Wow! You got engaged recently? Congratulations!"

Wang Fangfang accepted the congratulations and secretly admired the newlyweds, thinking how handsome and beautiful they were.

Comrade Liu Xiaoli is so beautiful, and her fiancé is also very handsome; they are a perfect match.

The two women exchanged a few pleasantries and then hurried out.

Cheng Kaiyan rode the bicycle, Liu Xiaoli sat behind and chatted with Wang Fangfang. The three parted ways at the entrance of the police station.

I rode all the way to the teaching building of Beijing Dance Academy, just in time for the 8 o'clock bell to ring for class.

"I'm going to be late! Pick me up at 5 PM!"

Liu Xiaoli's heart jumped. She quickly said something, grabbed her backpack, and ran back to the classroom.

"Those calves are running so fast...it looks like they're fully healed!"

Watching the girl's figure disappear from sight, Cheng Kaiyan, for some unknown reason, stroked her chin and smiled.

I rode my bike home, humming a little tune all the way, feeling relaxed and content.

When I passed by the farmers' market, I bought some fruits and vegetables, plus a fish and a pound of pork.

After returning home, Cheng Kaiyan washed some fruit, cut it into small pieces, and took it back to her room.

The air still lingered with the sweet fragrance of the two gardenias on the desk and windowsill, a truly delightful scent.

The room was clean and bright. The furnishings weren't luxurious, but they created a comfortable and reassuring creative environment for Cheng Kaiyan.

Sitting in the cushioned chair, Cheng Kaiyan picked up her pen and pulled out the manuscript paper.

The carefree look in his eyes vanished, replaced by seriousness.

He has rarely taken out Atonement in the past month.

This caused the progress bar to remain stuck at the moment when the male protagonist, Jiang Mingzheng, was released from prison and joined the army, and met the female protagonist, Cao Yanan, several years later.

With the end of his entanglement with Zhao Ruixue, his life after getting engaged to Sister Xiaoli gradually got back on track.

With nothing to do at home, Cheng Kaiyan gradually picked up "Atonement" again.

After finalizing the plot development in the last couple of days, he started writing again.

……

The unit that Jiang Mingzheng joined was the 87th Division of the National Revolutionary Army.

Its predecessor was the First Guard Division of the National Government, which was one of the first elite "German-equipped divisions" to receive training from German military advisors in the 1930s.

Of the 11,000 men in the division, 40% of the soldiers had completed German-style combat training, and 20% of the officers had studied in Germany or were trained by the Lushan Officer Training Corps.

The main equipment consisted of the Chiang Kai-shek rifle, the MP18 submachine gun, the Czech ZB26 light machine gun, the German-made M35 steel helmet, plus four cannons...

During the command of Division Commander Wang Jingjiu, the division served as one of the core forces in the Battle of Shanghai in 1937, undertaking fierce offensive and defensive tasks on the Shanghai battlefield.

They were successively attacked by poison gas, flamethrowers, tanks, and air raids, as well as indiscriminate bombing by the Izumo-class naval guns...

Having joined the battlefield as the vanguard in August, fewer than a thousand soldiers survived when the force withdrew in November.

Jiang Mingzheng joined such a brutal unit. He enlisted in July, and after only a month of basic training, he was about to face a brutal and protracted war.

August.

The 87th Division headquarters received an order from General Zhang Zhizhong to take the initiative strategically and ordered the entire division to prepare for war.

The 87th and 88th Divisions served as flanks to block the Japanese landing and cooperated with the main attacking force, the 36th Division, and tank units to attack Japanese military strongholds.

The objective was to quickly annihilate the more than 4,000 Japanese marines stationed there and prevent them from holding out for reinforcements.

On August 7, the first batch of military supplies was secretly transported to Zhabei via the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway.

On August 9, Japanese Sergeant Oyama Isamu, along with a private first class, risked their lives to storm Hongqiao Airport, but were killed by soldiers from the 88th Division who were being relieved there.

Two days later, 31 warships of the Japanese Third Fleet appeared on the Wusongkou section of the Yangtze River, and an aircraft carrier group with nine warships appeared outside the Wusongkou. The number of Japanese marines also suddenly increased to nearly 9.

On August 13, the Japanese army, having learned of the battle plan from Wang Jingwei's secretariat, launched the first attack, and the Battle of Shanghai officially broke out.

……

night of 16th
In the dim light of night, along the Suzhou River.

The once bustling and glamorous Shanghai concessions were reduced to desolation and ruin after being bombarded by Japanese naval guns.

Hongkou.

In the dark and cramped city alley, a team of fully equipped and armed assault soldiers crouched low to the wall, vigilantly watching the Japanese stronghold ahead.

As they approached their mission objective, the Japanese army's most important military barracks and warehouse, the Gongda Textile Factory, was located.

Every corner and every courtyard along the way could be a Japanese military stronghold.

"Rumble..."

In the distance, huge flashes of light and explosions could be heard from time to time, making it hard for everyone to breathe in the quiet, humid alley.

"Whoosh..."

Jiang Mingzheng and several others lagged behind the assault team, pulling their hat brims low and leaning against the corner of the wall, holding a domestically produced Type 24 rifle in their hands. They looked around with tense and serious eyes, to prevent Japanese soldiers from suddenly appearing from the corner behind them.

As a prisoner, he wanted to wash away his humiliation with war merits and bloodshed, so he chose to join the commando team, which was no different from the suicide squad.

"Japanese devils! Japanese devils! There are some behind us!"

Jiang Mingzheng stared intently at the street behind him, his bloodshot and sore eyes fixed on it. Suddenly, several low-slung figures flashed past in the night. He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs and raised his gun to fire.

"Boom!"

The piercing gunshots and the bright yellow flashes of light rang out in the dark alley. The enemy on the shady side knew they had been exposed and immediately raised their guns to fight back.

Jiang Mingzheng immediately shrank back into the corner. A bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a shallow bloodstain, and a burning pain immediately followed.

At this moment, the assault team members, who were advancing forward, quickly turned around and counterattacked with agile movements, suppressing and killing three Japanese soldiers with firepower.

The brief skirmish ended quickly.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Hiss!"

Jiang Mingzheng was breathing heavily, clutching his blood-soaked right cheek, his mind blank.

The first battle he encountered began so hastily and ended so quickly, leaving a scar on his handsome face that was difficult to heal.

"keep going!"

The leading officer gave a low, uncompromising shout, and the group continued forward into the darkness.

Jiang Mingzheng bit his tongue, forcing himself to calm down, and followed behind the troops.

"Hey! You little rascal, you're not just good at picking up women, you're actually quite useful!"

A skinny man who looked like a monkey came over, patted Jiang Mingzheng on the shoulder with a smile, and said in a low voice, "I'm being sarcastic."

"Get out! I've said it a hundred times, I'm innocent!"

Jiang Mingzheng rolled his eyes and muttered a curse.

“No prisoner will admit their guilt. Look, put the gauze on here. Look at your cowardly appearance.”

Skinny Monkey scoffed, pulled a gauze pad from his pocket, and slapped him hard across the face.

The pressure made Jiang Mingzheng feel even more pain, but he gritted his teeth and persevered for a while, and the bleeding gradually decreased.

The assault team made a stealthy advance under the cover of night, catching the Japanese off guard. In addition, the commander of the team stayed behind and bypassed the heavily guarded stronghold of the Japanese.

Using engineers to break down buildings and build bridges, they bypassed one Japanese stronghold after another from inside and on top of the buildings, moving towards the central area where the Japanese Marine Corps headquarters was located.

At dawn the next day, as the sun rose above the horizon, Jiang Mingzheng and his team of commandos could no longer remain hidden as they advanced.

If we want to advance further, we will have to resort to a direct assault.

"boom!"

After a day and a night of combat, Jiang Mingzheng was much calmer now. He lay down behind a sandbag, raised his gun, pulled the bolt, and aimed at a kid hiding behind a light machine gun.

"Oh!"

With a soft thud, a bloody hole appeared on the Japanese soldier's forehead, and the rattling machine gun fire came to an abrupt halt.

One shot to the head.

"Fuck!"

The skinny monkey next to him almost dropped his jaw in shock.

Jiang Mingzheng ignored him and continued aiming and firing.

The military bunker was captured by the commando team twenty minutes later.

The group continued their advance, and with the help of grenades, submachine guns, and four 37mm field guns carried by the army, they captured more than a dozen bunkers and several important military strongholds in one day.

However, the number of casualties among the commando team members also exceeded 30%.

On the third day at noon, the assault team finally arrived at the gate of the university's textile factory and launched a breakthrough operation.

"Second and third platoons! Charge ahead! The rest of you provide artillery and machine gun cover!"

The officer brandished his gun and roared.

After several days and nights of breakthroughs, only two words remained in everyone's mind: attack. More than two hundred men from the second and third platoons charged toward the factory gate with their guns raised, in accordance with military orders.

Jiang Mingzheng was among them.

"Thumbs up!"

On the sandbag position, eight machine guns roared piercingly, and a long string of fire swept across, causing rows of charging soldiers to fall with screams.

"Pfft..."

The skinny monkey next to him was shot in the carotid artery. Hot blood sprayed all over Jiang Mingzheng's face like a fountain. His bloodshot eyes were also blurred by the sudden spray of blood, causing him to lose his vision. He was then knocked to the ground by the fallen skinny monkey.

"Hoo hoo...fuck him!"

Jiang Mingzheng lay on the ground, barely able to breathe.

But as military boots rolled around his body and charged forward, gunshots and cannon fire rang in his ears.

He once again found himself in a state of complete mental blankness.

A few minutes later, the first line of defense, built with nearly a hundred lives, was captured.

Jiang Mingzheng was also pulled out by the soldiers who followed.

But within minutes, under heavy artillery fire and attack, the position was lost again.

This stalemate continued until 9 p.m.

Everyone was prepared to die, but then the communications soldier relayed the brigade commander's order to retreat.

Seeing that the command post was right in front of them, and that they still had to retreat, everyone felt both regret and relief.

"I'm not dead... I'm not dead! Ya Nan, I'm not dead! I must go back alive!"

On the way back to the rear, Jiang Mingzheng was somewhat dazed.

In just one battle, the nearly 1,000-strong commando team was either wounded or killed, leaving only three or four hundred survivors.

But a series of fierce battles awaited Jiang Mingzheng. (End of Chapter)