"What do you want?" Yu Xiaoqing suppressed the anger and shame in her heart, trying her best to still look as calm as if the mountain was about to collapse.

"As the Master said, a soldier should wrap his body in horse leather and die in battle as the highest honor. Since the Master did not dare to help us cross the river, we should build fortifications on the Nantianmen and fight to the death with the Japanese army.

However, our troops are limited and weapons and ammunition are very scarce. We only ask for some artillery support from the division commander, so that we can weaken the effective strength of the Japanese army to the greatest extent. This will not only reduce the pressure on the river defense, but also enable us to

Waiting for you to have the confidence to fight the Japanese army to the death."

"This..." Yu Xiaoqing hesitated.

"Today's army is about to press the border. Jiang defense is the top priority. Artillery shells are scarce and cannot be wasted lightly." Yu Xiaoqing thought for a moment and then said.

Wang Zhong looked into Yu Xiaoqing's eyes, looked at them intently for a long time, and then said: "So this is Master Yu's way of using troops!"

"Wang finally learned a lot today."

"What do you mean?" Yu Xiaoqing asked with a cold face.

Wang Zhongdao: "It's not interesting. Since the master is not willing to give us artillery support, then please forgive Wang for being rude and leave first!"

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, he rolled his sleeves and turned around.

"Stop!" Yu Xiaoqing shouted and stopped Wang Zhong.

"I wonder if Master has any other instructions?" Wang Zhong stopped, but did not look back. He only asked sarcastically.

Yu Xiaoqing's face looked a little ugly: "Where are you going?"

"Of course we should go back to the West Bank!" Wang Zhong said: "Wang is not a master, nor does he have a body of gold. On the battlefield, he can leave thousands of people who were coaxed by the master's heroic words to go to Burma to fight against the Japanese.

Throw it away like worn out shoes, and then you can still rise to the top in a high-sounding way.

Now Wang just wants to fight to the death with his brothers on the West Bank against the Japanese army, and fight to the death together, so that we can all have a passionate and heroic spirit, so that the master can legitimately sit in his current position."

After saying that, he left Yu Xiaoqing's headquarters without looking back.

Yu Xiaoqing's face turned redder and redder. Wang Zhong's words were like knives, piercing into his heart with incomparable accuracy, tearing off the fig leaf covering his face, throwing it into the mud, and stepping on it.

He stepped on it, spat on it a few times, and left with a look of disgust.

How proud and arrogant Yu Xiaoqing was, how could he bear to be treated like this?

"Zhang Lixian, call this person back!" Yu Xiaoqing suppressed her anger, but her voice was a bit hysterical. She didn't know whether it was because of shame or because of something else.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhang Lixian immediately took orders and chased him out.

"Wang Zhong!"

"Wang Zhong!"

Wang Zhong walked quickly, and Zhang Lixian ran all the way before catching up with him.

"You don't deserve anything I call you!"

"So the officer called me! I thought he was calling someone!" Wang Zhong replied to Zhang Lixian, then turned around and walked forward again, speeding up a bit.

"Master asked me to call you back."

Zhang Lixian hurriedly caught up and said.

Wang Zhong said, "Please tell me, sir. I have promised my brothers on the other side to fight side by side with them. Today, the bandits will arrive in a blink of an eye, and I don't dare to stay on the east bank."

While speaking, Wang Zhong did not stop for a moment and quickly came to the riverside. Seeing the bamboo raft still floating in the center of the river, Wang Zhong picked up the previous stone again and was about to enter the water.

Zhang Lixian hurriedly ran forward and grabbed Wang Zhong: "The Master also has his own reasons."

"What difficulties are more important than the lives of thousands of brothers, more important than fighting against the Japanese invaders?" Wang Zhong looked at Zhang Lixian and asked word for word.

Zhang Lixian said anxiously: "There are some things that Master cannot decide on his own."

"Nothing can cover up what he has done." Wang Zhong said.

"There are too many twists and turns here, and I can't explain it in one sentence or two. Please go back with me first and talk to the master." Zhang Lixian was afraid that Wang Zhong would leave without looking back, so he hurriedly persuaded.

Wang Zhong looked at him and said, "Do you think Master Yu is a person who can be easily persuaded by others?"

Zhang Lixian was stunned.

Wang Zhong said again: "If the officer is really serious, he can help the more than a thousand brothers on the west bank to persuade Master Yu and fire more artillery shells on the Nantian Gate to help us stop the Japanese army."

"I..." Zhang Lixian wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Wang Zhong.

"There is no need to say anything, sir. Wang has made up his mind, but there is something in Wang's heart that he still wants to tell the officer."

Zhang Lixian looked at Wang Zhong and said, "You say it."

Wang Zhongdao: "Sir, do you know that since the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War until now, how many of your and my colleagues have surrendered to the Japanese army?"

Zhang Lixian was stunned by Wang Zhong's question and immediately shook his head.

Wang Zhongdao: "Countless!"

"The common people have a habit of calling those national troops who surrendered to the Japanese army puppet troops. The Japanese devils want to point at their spines and scold their eighteen generations of ancestors."

"But despite this, there are still countless puppet troops who surrendered to the Japanese. Have you ever thought about why this is the case, sir?"

Zhang Lixian didn't know how to answer Wang Zhong's question at all, because he had never thought about this question.

Looking at the stunned Zhang Lixian, Wang Zhong shook his head, sighed, and then said: "To die in battle and to be shrouded in horse leather is certainly the highest honor for a soldier, but this is by no means a great pride, but a great tragedy. Every death in battle is

Brothers, behind them are parents, wives and children, brothers and sisters, relatives and friends."

"When we go to the battlefield, we are already prepared to die on the battlefield, but we are also human beings. What we want is to die on the battlefield fighting with real swords and guns against the little devils, not to become someone's

A chess piece is not a stepping stone for someone to get promoted to a higher position."

"Wang Mou said this, and the officials will cherish it."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the river holding the stone.

Zhang Lixian looked at Wang Zhong's figure that was gradually submerged by the precipitation, and the words Wang Zhong said in Yu Xiaoqing's headquarters kept echoing in his mind, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

Suddenly, Zhang Lixian seemed to have remembered something and wanted to call out to Wang Zhong, but Wang Zhong's figure was completely submerged in the river.

Zhang Lixian did not leave in a hurry, but stopped by the river and kept looking in the direction of the other side. It was not until a few minutes later that he saw the soaked figure holding a stone gradually emerging from the water, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

, gritted his teeth, turned around and headed towards Division Yu's headquarters.

A group of refugees and defeated soldiers who were waiting on the other side watched helplessly as Wang Zhong emerged from the water holding a stone and was soaked all over. They even forgot about scrambling to squeeze into the boat.

Wang Zhong, wearing a wet military uniform, threw the stone to the side. While breathing heavily, he walked to the raft at the ferry and glanced at the people gathered on the shore.

Refugees, defeated troops, men, women and children, families and families.

"I am Wang Zhong, deputy battalion commander of the third battalion of the Sichuan Army Corps. I have been ordered to organize manpower to snipe the Japanese troops at Nantianmen and protect the people crossing the river."

"What section are you in?"

Wang Zhong's previous feat of crossing the Nu River with stones in his arms had already shocked everyone. Seeing Wang Zhong coming in front of him, no one dared to speak.

"Sir, we are also from the Sichuan Army!" A thin, middle-aged soldier in front of Wang Zhong raised his hand.

"What's your name and what's your position?"

"Xu Dabiao, squad leader of the fifth squad of the third company of the second battalion of the Sichuan Army! Salute the officer."

"Okay, Xu Dabiao, I will appoint you as the person in charge of the ferry temporarily, responsible for escorting people across the river."

"Yes, sir!" Xu Dabiao immediately gave a military salute.

Wang Zhong glanced at the crowd again and said loudly: "We are soldiers. The duty of soldiers is to protect the land and the people and resist foreign humiliation. But now, as soldiers, the Japanese invaders are coming, and you don't want to resist foreign humiliation.

How dare you rush across the river with other people? Are you worthy of the military uniform you are wearing?"

"The Japs are about to arrive. Now you are all gathered here, rushing to cross the river. Do you know how to shoot with your butts, or do you have steel plates on your backs that can block the Japs' bullets?"

No one dared to refute, because they could see clearly that the person who picked up Wang Zhong just now was an officer, and the person who sent him into the water was still an officer.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Wang Zhong took out a horse card player from his waist, fired three shots into the air, and then said loudly: "All those in military uniforms, please stand up for me and form a queue."

Now that time is running out, Wang Zhong has no time to continue to talk to them affectionately and rationally.

I don’t know whether they were shocked by the gunfire or overwhelmed by Wang Zhong’s momentum. The defeated soldiers looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the first one stood up, followed closely by the second, and the third.

indivual.

Within a few minutes, all the defeated soldiers were standing in several rows on the river beach.

"Xu Dabiao!" Wang Zhong put away his gun, stood in front of the queue, and shouted loudly.

"Here we come!" The thin Xu Dabiao strode out of the queue, stood at attention and saluted.

"First appoint you as the person in charge of the ferry, and select a squad to be responsible for maintaining order at the ferry and escorting people across the river in rotation."

"yes!"

Xu Dabiao immediately stepped out of the team, called a group of people out, and immediately began to maintain order at the ferry.

"Everyone turned back, and the rear team became the front team. They all followed me up the mountain to build fortifications and prepare to stop the Japanese army."

"Set off!"

Wang Zhong gave the order, and with only a pistol with only six bullets left, he led dozens of defeated troops and turned around and went to Nantianmen.
To be continued...