Chapter 41 Brothers! Follow me and charge!

  "You want me to come, who the hell doesn't want to come, which idiot wouldn't want to come?! Your family's wall is so high, with artillery platforms on all sides, just afraid your dad will use foreign cannons to blast us! Ah ah!" By the time Zhang Dashuai led the gang back after sweeping away the war, Zhang Mengliong had already crawled out of his machine gun bunker, waving his overcoat in hand, bare-chested and twisting his butt as he loudly sang a Northeastern-style Errenzhuan.

  "Wow, this guy is too awesome... I've taken out dozens of devils and they didn't even touch a hair on my head! Haha!" Zhang Mie Long exclaimed excitedly to Zhang Da Meng as he walked up beside him, pointing at the machine gun bunker behind them.

  "This time, I'll give you credit, but this time the devils already know, next time we won't have to wait for a surprise attack, as long as we can take advantage of it, I'll fiercely screw their dog rì's...". Zhang Damao climbed up from behind the machine gun cover, stomping his feet on top while saying this.

  "Uh, I see... Zhang Mí Lóng, this machine gunner who was just called up by Guō Jì Nán yesterday, no one knows where he's from or what he did before, only that he's also a Northeasterner, because you don't need to listen to him speak, just looking at his build can tell."

  Back to the position, Zhang Damao sat down in the trench with a thud, his eyes scanning back and forth on the mortar that had just been carried back. Li Liansheng was counting the casualties at this time. In this battle, due to the Japanese army's desperate artillery fire, more than 60 soldiers were killed, plus 12 lightly wounded and 8 seriously wounded. Now there are only about 90 people left who can fight. The number of Japanese troops they eliminated is more than the sum of the three battles yesterday. Yesterday, Guo Jinan said that they had eliminated more than 100 devils, which was a bit exaggerated, but today's battle really killed more than 100 Japanese troops, and also captured two mortars and three submachine guns. Although the two mortars did not have shells, Xiao Ri Ben still left them three boxes of submachine gun bullets in a friendly manner.

  Li Liansheng led the men to carry the dead soldiers to the other side of the mountain slope and buried them. The remaining 14 members of the Jingwei squad were busy cleaning and bandaging the wounded soldiers. Most of the other soldiers were lying in the trenches, twisted and motionless. Zhao Zhibang did not participate in burying the fallen soldiers, he didn't dare to come out because he knew that as soon as he came out, he would think of Li Weiguo who had been separated from him for a day and night. At this time, he was also squatting beside Zhang Damao, watching him fiddle with the mortar gun.

  "Hey, Zhao Zhibang, can you understand what this little devil is saying?" Zhang Damao was carefully examining each part of the mortar, when he suddenly looked up and asked thoughtfully.

  "Ah... I read a book in Japan before, so I can understand..." Zhao Zhibang said with his head down, stroking the barrel of the howitzer.

  "Oh, wow! You've even drunk Western ink before? Not simple at all! Leaving you here is truly a waste of great talent!" Zhang Damao said with a face full of admiring smile after listening to Zhao Zhibang.

  "Haha... you've made me laugh again"

  "Eh, Zhao Zhibang, little brother... then tell me, what does that Japanese officer always yell out 'Haya Kōki... buttai shite kure' mean?" At this time, an old soldier who was lying diagonally opposite them sat up and asked Zhao Zhibang.

  "What they mean is..."

  "Hey, fellow Northeasterner, you don't even understand that? It seems like the little devils have been causing trouble in our Northeast for so many years, and you've been hiding under the bed! Haha...!" Before Zhao Zhibang could finish speaking, Zhang Menglou, who was wiping down his machine gun on the side, interrupted him and continued to say.

  "Damn you, turtle grandson! I'm gonna beat your grandfather's... Do you know what that means?" The Northeastern old soldier shouted as he threw a handful of dirt at Zhang Menglóng who was laughing happily.

  "I knew it, that 'Ba Ga Ya Lu' is what the devils use to scold people as bastards! Eh... it means stupid... it's used to scold those old turtles who don't understand anything..." The Northeastern soldier knew that Zhang Mielong was cursing him in a roundabout way, so he casually picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it at him.

  "Ah yo………'Bā gǎ yá lù' hit someone, ah………Everyone saw it………'Bā gǎ yá lù' hit someone!" Zhang Mí Lóng said with a smile while rubbing the sore spot where he was hit by a stone.

  "What a naive kid, even a three-year-old knows what 'Ba Ga Ya Lu' means..." At this time, another old soldier next to the Northeastern old soldier looked at Zhang Menglou with disdain and said.

  "It's just, it's just... this turtle grandson doesn't understand what he's pretending to know." At this time, several others also chimed in.

  "I'm telling you, those few numbskulls, what's that 'Haya Valley... pounce to death' means is the same as when our Chinese superiors say 'Brothers, charge for me', it's all about fighting, right? They're all just rallying cries, or else the brothers under your command won't be willing to charge, are they?..." Zhang Mí Lóng stood up, waving his hand and speaking in a serious tone, looking like a military academy instructor lecturing his students.

  Listening to Zhang Mielong's words, the people in the trenches nodded, everyone thought that he made some sense, and the old soldier who had just scolded him also stopped making a sound. Zhao Zhibang looked at Zhang Mielong, who was gesticulating wildly, and suddenly felt that this Northeastern Han man, who rarely spoke and had a big face, seemed very kind. He smiled warmly as he watched the Northeasterner continue to translate his words into "Mielong language" for the soldiers.

  "Brothers, follow me in the charge..." This sentence, which has been shouted for decades, is still being used today in this war of national survival. However, at that time, in other troops, especially in the Central Plains Army, it had changed to "Brothers, follow me in the charge...". After a period of time, this sentence was modified by only one word, and according to Zhang Menglou's words, it became a phrase used by officers to rally their soldiers, echoing from south to north, from west to east, even on every battlefield in distant foreign lands. As for whether this modification had any effect, no one has come forward to verify it, but some soldiers who have experienced it personally say that since the change of that one word, their superiors have always been at the forefront of each charge, and they themselves seem to be able to fight much better than before.

  It is said that the person who changed the sentence "Brothers, give me a charge" to "Brothers, follow me in a charge" was Soong Mei-ling, the first lady of the National Government at that time. After the Battle of Shanghai broke out, Soong Mei-ling personally led a group of wives of high-ranking government officials who had never been on the battlefield and were always high above to comfort soldiers. Enduring the pain caused by a broken rib due to bombing by Japanese planes, Ms. Song passionately gave the sentence "Brothers, follow me in a charge" as a gift to a young company commander in front of her, from then on this phrase echoed in every corner of China's anti-Japanese war zone.

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