Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Li Jiayu kept it a secret and said mysteriously:

"In fact, the key to winning a battle is not only advanced weapons and equipment, comprehensive training, and proper command, but also the most important word, that is, soul!"

Hu Lian looked at the endless ruins of tanks and slowly tried to figure out the so-called "soul".

"General Hu, the soul I'm talking about can be said to be a kind of spirit. In the past, our Central Army talked about the Three Principles of the People, but the things they did seemed to have nothing to do with the Three Principles of the People, and even ran counter to them.

It's like two legs walking in their own way, one leg to the east, the other to the west, each with its own ideas. Can this walk? I'm afraid it's good enough to be able to stand!

But don’t think that I have only been in the Independent Column for a short time. I can see that our Independent Column does not have any profound doctrines or empty ideas. We just do one thing simply. As long as it is beneficial to China, we will do it! This is the soul!

What is the most beneficial thing now? That is to drive the Japanese out of China and let our people suffer less.

Everything the independent column did was to drive the Japanese out. Food, field hospitals, and allowances were all for the sake of winning the battle.

Therefore, when our soldiers go to war, they are not afraid of hardship, fatigue, or even death! To put it in an unlucky way, even if we die, we will still be remembered by others, and someone will burn some yellow paper for us during the Qingming Festival in the future!"

Li Jiayu spoke passionately like a machine gun, his eyes became red as he spoke, and he even choked up at one point.

Hu Lian savored every word of Li Jiayu. He also talked about some profound truths, but every word Hu Lian said was what he thought in his heart, so it was particularly touching.

"General Jiayu, what you said makes a lot of sense. I seem to understand it a little bit, but I also seem not to understand it."

Wang Meng stood up at this time.

"Haha, General Hu, although what General Jiayu said is a bit general, if you stay with us for a few more days, you will understand more!"

Wang Meng, Hu Lian and Li Jiayu continued to inspect the battlefields of the 122nd Armored Division and the 124th Infantry Brigade. Wherever they went, they were impressed by the brilliant battle records and the courage of the soldiers to fight to the death.

The "strange and bizarre" corpses all show the cruelty of war.

Wang Meng looked at the rows of corpses covered with white cloth, took off his hat, bowed his head and observed silence for three minutes.

Li Jiayu, Hu Lian, and the accompanying soldiers also took off their hats to express their condolences.

After a while, Wang Meng put on his hat and walked to Hu Lian.

"General Hu, this battle must be fought by our generation, and this blood must be shed by our generation. Otherwise, our descendants will have to fight and shed blood."

Hu Lian seemed to have figured it out. This so-called "soul" fell on everyone's shoulders. It was a real mission and responsibility that allowed everyone to move forward together towards a goal. How could such an army not win the battle?

Looking back at the Central Army and the Chongqing government, they first thought about their own hats, then about preserving their strength, and finally about driving the Japanese out.

He followed the First War Zone Command and after arriving in Nanyang, he saw that dignitaries from all over Henan were the first to flock to Anyang City. Some military commanders even fought over a house, and a gunfight almost broke out. Could such a team win the battle?

"General Hu, we only have one brigade stationed at the Erlang Temple position, and we are facing a division of the Japanese. Commander Li Yunlong, General Li Jiayu and I are most worried about the Erlang Temple position.

When the battle was at its most difficult, some of the Japanese had already broken into the trenches, but were driven out by our soldiers with bullets. At the end of the battle, the number of casualties reached one-third.

But even though the infantry brigade suffered such heavy casualties, they did not complain or ask to retreat. These are the Chinese soldiers, these are the soldiers of our independent column, these are the soldiers of the Sichuan Army! "

Wang Meng seemed to be prepared. He waved to the guard behind him. In less than three minutes, the guard came over solemnly carrying a flag.

There were a few big words written on the flag: Luoyang Great Merit Brigade!

"General Jia Yu, Commander Li Yunlong, Political Commissar Zhao Gang and I were very moved yesterday, and we had someone prepare this flag overnight. Now, on behalf of the Independent Column Headquarters, I will hand this flag to you. I hope you will cherish the honor and keep up the good work!

In the future, the 124th Infantry Brigade may be reorganized into the 124th Infantry Division or Armored Division, but this flag is your soul. No matter where you are, you must keep this flag in your heart!"

Li Jiayu could no longer hold back his tears, and the tears of this battle-hardened man could not stop flowing.

For other troops, this might just be an award for meritorious service, but for the Fourth Army, it was more like a recognition.

They recognized that the "Sichuan Army" they had reorganized had been fully integrated into the Independent Column in terms of organization and spirit, and had become a qualified member of the Independent Column.

Li Jiayu took over the flag and waved it, and the officers and soldiers of the 124th Infantry Brigade who were cleaning up the battlefield at the Erlang Temple position applauded and were greatly encouraged.

"Chief of Staff Wang, can I take a picture with this flag?"

"of course can!"

Hu Lian stood straight beside the "Luoyang Great Merit Brigade" and then took this photo with a solemn expression.

That evening, Hu Lian wrote a 500-word report on what he had seen and learned, and reported it to the First War Zone and the Chongqing Military Affairs Office via radio.

Jiang Dingwen was surprised after receiving the telegram.

With Hu Lian's observations as evidence, it can be fully proved that the Independent Column won a great victory.

He began to have deep self-doubt. He didn't even dare to think about using six divisions and three brigades to resist the three reorganized divisions of the Japanese. Was he too mediocre?

"Look here, you generals who claim to be top students of the Whampoa Military Academy! Aren't you going to learn how to fight from the Independent Column? Then learn it well!"

Jiang Dingwen threw the telegram on the table, then strode out to look at the stars, leaving behind a group of generals who kept their heads down and remained silent.

In the attendant room in Chongqing, Chen Bulei delivered Hu Lian's telegram to Chang Guangzhou's desk.

"Sir, there's news from Junru, please take a look."

Chang Guangzhou put on a coat and read the telegram with a grim expression.

With a "bang", Chang Guangzhou slammed the telegram on the table.

"Damn it, doesn't Hu Lian know his position? Between the lines, he reveals his admiration for the Independent Column and his dissatisfaction with the Central Army! I think he is in great danger now!

Did I trust him too much, allowing him to be so arrogant and domineering, even pointing fingers at the central government? "