Chapter 1 Hell and Heaven

At the end of October 1937, Songhu, an important city in southeastern China.

In the middle of the night, the deafening gunfire during the day has basically calmed down. The occasional scattered gunfire in the distance only proves that the war has not yet ended completely. The thick smell of gunpowder slowly drifts to the noses of every living person here with the autumn wind.

Under the moonlight, this once largest financial center in Asia is already in ruins.

Several wild dogs shuttled through the ruins, their bodies looked extremely fat, with blood dripping from the corners of their mouths, and they looked extremely hideous under the bright moonlight.

The prosperity of the past, with the nearly one million troops of China and Japan fighting for three months, dissipated in the autumn wind mixed with the thick smell of gunpowder.

In the ruins, a tall and majestic building still stands, and teams of soldiers wearing helmets and dark blue uniforms are carrying ammunition boxes in an orderly manner.

There were no lights on in the building, probably because they were afraid of attracting the enemy's attention. They only lit a few torches for lighting. With the tall and thick walls covering it, not much light could be seen from the outside.

In addition to the officer's low-pitched roar of orders, there were the slightly heavy footsteps of the soldiers and the crisp knocks of guns that occasionally accidentally hit each other.

Those who could do this in the dark were obviously the elite of the elite, no matter in any era.

On the other side of the tall building, across a river that was no more than 30 meters wide, was a brightly lit block, and even the sound of musical instruments and the gentle and sad singing of singing girls could be heard faintly.

Heaven and hell, but separated by a river.

A pair of eyes were watching all this quietly in the ruins of war opposite heaven.

The Tang Dao had been lying in the muddy water under the brick wall that was only half a person's height for more than three hours.

As the sharpest blade in China, the Tang Dao had been to the highest mountain, the largest ocean, the training camp with the highest mortality rate, and the bloodiest battlefield. No matter how cruel the battlefield here was, it could not shock him.

However, it was hard for him to understand why he was here.

The memory of Tang Dao still told him that he returned to the team to rescue his comrades, but he was accidentally bombarded by the enemy's heavy artillery during the battle, which resulted in him not fulfilling his promise at the Martyrs' Cemetery...

But another memory reminded him that he was now in the Songhu battlefield in the 26th year of the Republic of China, on October 26, and he took his last breath in loneliness that afternoon. .

A battlefield nearly a hundred years apart? It was hard for Tang Dao, who had woken up, to believe it.

However, the body that had been tempered as hard as gold and stone year after year on the training ground had been replaced by a young body of about 1.8 meters tall. Touching his face, the hair on his lips was thin and soft, and it was impossible for him to be over 20 years old.

The most direct evidence had already told Tang Dao the answer.

He was no longer himself, or he was still himself. Faced with such a huge change, even though Tang Dao, who had been in the army for ten years, had a mind as hard as steel, he couldn't help but feel a little shaky at that time.

Fortunately, no matter who he is, his identity remains unchanged. He is still a Chinese, and a Chinese soldier.

His current body is wearing a somewhat tattered gray-black military uniform, with blankets and a bamboo hat beside him. As for the weapons and equipment that belong to soldiers, there is nothing, no grenades, no guns, and even no bullets.

Yes, no one would deliberately leave weapons for a corpse.

The reason why this young man named Tang Tao stayed here at the moment when hundreds of thousands of troops were retreating frantically is quite sad.

He is a wounded soldier, a seriously injured soldier whose internal organs were injured by the terrible shock wave of the 200-caliber naval gun, and he belongs to the 26th Division of the Sichuan Army.

It is the Sichuan Army Division that was praised as one of the five best infantry divisions in the entire Songhu Battle in the post-war statistics. It is the heroic Sichuan Army Division that only more than 600 of the more than 5,000 people in the entire division were able to stand and walk out of the position after the war.

And Tang Tao is still lucky. Although he came out lying down, he is still breathing. Because of his bravery in the battle, he was sent to the war zone field hospital by the division headquarters for better treatment.

However, as hundreds of thousands of troops retreated frantically, his luck ended there. As a dying wounded soldier, he was left here by the war zone field hospital.

War is undoubtedly cruel. If you want more people to survive, you must learn to give up. Tang Dao can fully understand the choice of doctors and nurses in the field hospital.

Leave the dead and the dying, and take the living.

The mortality rate of internal organs injured by shock waves will exceed 90% in the future, let alone this era.

Perhaps, Tang Tao also understands it. Tang Dao can't feel any resentment in the last consciousness of this body, only regret!

Perhaps, it's because no one can take him home!

From then on, Tang Dao is Tang Tao, and Tang Tao is also Tang Dao. Tang Dao, who has completely gained control of his body, casts his eyes to the sky, silently seeing off this strong soldier, and it is also a promise.

No matter which time and space, the duty of a soldier remains unchanged; the heart of defending our country remains unchanged.

After Tang Dao accepted all his memories, the consciousness with stubbornness and regret completely dissipated.

For some unknown reason, the fatal internal injuries miraculously disappeared. Tang Dao could feel the surging power in this young body. Although it was far less than what he had before, it was extremely rare in this era.

Tang Dao estimated that he could perform at about 50% of his peak period, so he should be a talented player, otherwise he would not be a sergeant squad leader at such a young age. Although he was just a soldier, he was still a soldier.

From dusk to the dim night, for three hours, Tang Dao, who had gained control of his body, did not move half an inch, but only moved his fingers and joints with a very small amplitude to maintain the flexibility of his body. No matter who looked at him, he was just a corpse.

Because Tang Dao could feel that there were many eyes on the opposite concession, and his body must have been discovered by them. In order not to shock the world, let those people continue to treat him as a corpse.

More importantly, Tang Dao could not leave, he needed to wait.

Because, if Tang Dao's memory was correct, the tall and heavy building 200 meters in front of him was called the Sihang Warehouse, the location of the vaults of the four banks of the Republic of China, and the current time was October 26th. It was from today that this building would go down in history.

A battle that would attract the attention of the whole world would break out here.

Because this place will become the last solid fortress of the lone army in this important southeastern city of China, representing the last honor of Chinese soldiers.

As long as it is here, the Battle of Songhu has not ended. As long as it is here, Songhu is still in the hands of Chinese soldiers.

Of course, the reason why Tang Dao waited here is not to become one of the people who will be remembered in history.

Rather, he has to survive.

If he encounters the Japanese army, even if his physical fitness is far inferior to that of the past, even if he is unarmed, even if it is a one-on-ten situation, the former strongest blade is confident that he will be the one who survives in the end.

However, now the Japanese army has almost occupied the entire Songhu, and what he has to face is the 300,000 Japanese troops who have surrounded Songhu.

If you want to live, you must join this lone army, which seems to be a dead end and a desperate situation.

In fact, the extremely stubborn ruts of history have told everyone that there is also a glimmer of hope.

Not only for themselves, but also for this lone army.

Knowing their future, Tang Dao can accept that they died in this battlefield, but cannot accept that they died in despicable political compromise.

So, risk your life and survive. For yourself and for them.

And now, the person Tang Dao was waiting for has arrived.

The 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division has arrived.

They are actually not 800, but 400.

To be exact, there are 414 people, including their highest commander, the lieutenant colonel deputy regiment commander.