The 6th Division, the 18th Division, the 114th Division and the 9th Brigade had a total of more than 100,000 people. Under the cover of 155 ships, they had landed on the Kingsoft Guard Line in Hangzhou Bay. The purpose was very clear, to seize the Songjiang River, and then cut off the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway to the north and completely encircle the Shanghai defenders. This was the fatal last blow by the Japanese army to the precarious Shanghai battlefield. Shanghai is in danger!

Zhang Fakui, commander-in-chief of the Right-wing Army in Songhu battlefield, sent the latest telegram to the 67th Army: "The enemy has landed in Jinshanwei today and is advancing towards the Songjiang River. The Sixty-Seventh Army can immediately advance towards the Songjiang River with light equipment and attack the enemy to ensure the safety of our right wing in Shanghai." This is the original text of the last telegram received in the history of the Sixty-Seventh Army.

In view of the urgent situation in front of him, the 67th Army headquarters held an emergency military meeting in Qingpu at night. The 107th Division was heading to Songjiang, and the 108th Division had not arrived in Qingpu. The Japanese landing has been completed, and it must be advancing from south to north towards Songjiang. The county town of Songjiang is not big, and there is not even the most basic city wall, and there is no danger to defend. The periphery is also flat, so I can only hope to block the Huangpu River Water Network area in the south of Songjiang City. Finally, it was decided that the military headquarters will be located in Qingpu and be stationed by the deputy commander. The commander led the General Staff to establish a front-line command post, and ordered the 107th Division to go straight to the Huangpu River bank on the southern outskirts of Songjiang City to deploy defenses to block the delayed enemy. The 108th Division subsequently entered Songjiang City to defend. The order was immediately issued.

It was late at night, and the light rain stopped from time to time. From the crisscrossing water net ditch, the dark paddy fields and reeds, and in the muddy and cold wind and rain, a gray force was advancing with difficulty. The explosion flashes on the east began to become conspicuous, like the spotlights of the news scene. Pale and scarlet light hit the bottom of the clouds above the head from time to time, setting the low dark clouds like a monster in light and thunder, ferocious and decadent. There is no need to hold a torch, you can see the road by just the reflection of the dark clouds above the head, and the troops have passed long ago, but the troops have not stopped. Instead, they have accelerated their speed and the messenger has brought a new destination to the vanguard's troops, "Songjiang".

The raindrops slowly slid down the curly brim of the hat, climbed over the thick black eyebrows, and merged with sweat on the strong cheeks that were cut like a knife. The wet military uniform had turned dark gray, pressing against the skin, wrinkled with round horizontal lines. The Zhongzheng rifle was behind her back, hitting the cowhide belt from time to time, and the leggings were covered with mud, almost becoming boots, forcing Hu Yi to go every time he found a canal around him to get rid of these cumbersome mud.

While moving, the sound of gurgling water came from the side of the road, and Hu Yi ran out of the team with the sound of water. Before leaving, Wang Laolao handed over the Zhongzheng rifle to Hu Yi, and at the same time, Tao exchanged a cowhide belt and a shabby marching kettle for him. The kettle was empty, and he could only tell under the night that this was a small stream, at least it was flowing water, and he didn't care whether it was clear or muddy water. He picked the kettle and soaked it in the stream. Then he washed the cold stream water on his face for a few handfuls, and immediately felt much more happy.

Standing by the stream, taking a deep breath, looking back with his chest straight, the winding team was flowing like a stream, flowing into the dark distance, perfectly integrating into the night of rain. At the moment of flashing again, Hu Yi suddenly found a special figure in the team behind, thin and short, and seemed out of place, attracting Hu Yi's attention. Hu Yi quickly walked back to the route of travel, and stood there waiting until the small figure moved to his nearness.

"stop!"

He was so scared that he staggered by this low shout that he carefully identified the figure that blocked him. The silly boy bared his teeth and smiled.

Just by the endless stream of defeated soldiers on the Shanghai-Nanjing line, Hu Yi knew that the battle was not good. Before leaving, Hu Yi discussed it with Mr. Wang, but did not bring the foolish boy, and left him at Anting Station, telling him that if the team came back in a few days, he would let him go and find another way. But the boy secretly followed him all the way.

Facing the silly boy's silly smile, Hu Yi's serious face was not turbulent. He raised his foot and kicked the silly boy, and fell into the mud. "Get back!"

The silly boy was a little confused. What happened to Brother Hu's fierceness? He sat in the mud and did not move or speak.

"Get out now!" Hu Yi spoke again.

"I won't be a deserter, I'll go back to the third row."

This sentence almost made Hu Yiqi happy, and his tone softened a little. "You are not a soldier at all. You usually take you with you, but now you are going to the battlefield and gamble for your life. Do you understand?"

"Why can you go, why can't I? Even if I go back to be a beggar, I will starve to death sooner or later. There are beggars everywhere. Who do you see is going to eat? Anyway, they are all dead, why can't I die in the third row?"

Looking at the thin and stubborn figure of a silly boy covered in mud, listening to what he didn't look like was said by a fourteen-year-old child, Hu Yi was mixed with feelings, unable to tell whether it was sad or helpless. He stood and sat, one big and one small, and looked at each other for a long time on a rainy night...

The trotting along the way made Mr. Wang unhappy. Seeing a black tree standing alone on the way, he simply came to the bottom of the tree and sat down, leaning against the trunk, breathing heavily, and looking back at the team. Where did Hu Yi go? He was still behind him just now, and there was no one in a blink of an eye. Even I could follow him. How could he fall behind with his strong physique? He couldn't be a deserter in the dark and wet place? Damn, it's better to run away, and being able to live is a blessing. Looking at the dark and wet surroundings in the foreign land, Mr. Wang felt uncomfortable all over. This is not a good Feng Shui. I would rather bury it on the sunny Gaogang in my hometown than to feel frustrated in this wet ghost place. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but spit, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, what am I thinking, bad luck.

After a while of a while, the sweat subsided, the cold breath immediately penetrated the wet military uniform and penetrated into his body, trembling. He quickly stood up and cleaned up himself and returned to the marching team. Numb figures were held one by one, running mechanically. From time to time, someone staggered and fell into the mud and got up. Wang Laozuo stepped up appropriately to recover the third company, and inadvertently ran behind a small man. Looking at the black shadow, he looked familiar. He could not be a silly boy, a foodie, right? He couldn't help but run a few steps to follow, raising his hand to pat the small shadow on the shoulder.

"Oh my god--" The silly boy was running with Hu Yi on his head, and he was so dark that he suddenly felt a dry hand on his shoulder. He was immediately scared and his legs were weak and he rushed into the mud. He turned around and took a closer look: "Plane leader!"

Hu Yi stopped and turned around when he heard the silly boy behind him. Isn’t it just the third platoon leader Wang Lao sting?

"Oh, Xiao Hu! I thought you...ah, silly boy, why did you foodie come with me? I said, are you naughty kid really careless or not? "

Hu Yi pulled the silly boy from the ground and helped him tie up the sleeves of his fat military uniform again. He said to Mr. Wang: "This silly boy doesn't want to be a deserter and can't be driven away."

Alas——Wang Laoxiao sighed: "Silly boy, your life is yours, you can do it yourself."
Chapter completed!