Dong Limao agreed to the rescue of journalists and missionaries rather than accepting this task for the sake of the photo of his great-grandfather.

It was raining in the middle of the night and was driven away by the sun rising in the east in the morning.

Dong Limao and the translator walked out of the division headquarters of the British First Division and stood at the door. He looked up at the sky and said to himself: "The photo of the great-grandfather is settled."

The translator followed Dong Limao to look into the sky. The dazzling sunlight forced him to cover his forehead with his hands and asked strangely: "Didn't you see any photos falling down?"

How could a photo fall in the sky? Dong Limao smiled and said, "I need a local person who is familiar with Ren'anqiang City. It is best to have a better understanding of the terrain near the church and the situation of the Japanese troops deployed nearby."

"Okay, I'll go find it now." The translator agreed and left first.

Dong Limao looked around and couldn't remember that he had arrived here from that location with his brothers. The mountains in the distance looked like Burmese jade under the morning sunlight, as if a huge jade screen stood behind the flat dam.

This is a very large flat dam, which is 10 or 20 kilometers from east to west along the river bank. The Ren'anqiang River divides the flat dam into two halves. If it weren't for the ruins of the buildings on both sides of the street, Dong Limao would have really not believed that he was in the center of being besieged by the Japanese army. The calm before the war made him feel like a huge rock, and he felt extremely depressed. While walking, he thought: The 113th Regiment of the New 38th Division should launch the final rescue attack tonight.

Zhu Yongsheng squatted under the corner of the wall in front of the spy company's temporary resting room. When he saw Dong Limao walking back, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stood up and asked, "Company Commander, did Scote agree to go with us?"

"Brother, give me a cigarette." Dong Limao asked for a cigarette first, lit it, and took a few sips before saying: "Our mission has changed. Sgot is unwilling to leave his troops. He wants our spy company to rescue hundreds of journalists and missionaries before noon today. They are in a church where only one company of British troops resisting the Japanese army. They are currently divided by the Japanese army. If they are not rescued, hundreds of people may not survive tonight."

"Have you agreed to the British?" Zhu Yongsheng asked with a glaring glance.

Dong Limao nodded. He seemed to have done something wrong and felt sorry for Zhu Yongsheng and other brothers. It can be said that half of his promise to Sgot was out of selfishness, in order to let the reporter take the damn photo for him.

"You..." Zhu Yongsheng was so angry that he couldn't speak and stamped his feet: "For the sake of that damn Sgot, we had more than a dozen brothers who died and injured before entering the encirclement. His bastard Sgot actually wanted us to rescue journalists and missionaries! It was obvious that we wanted us to die! Why didn't he send British people to save them! Those journalists and missionaries were all Chinese, and I had nothing to say, I'm afraid that few of them were Chinese!"

Dong Limao waited for Zhu Yongsheng to complain, and then he took a sip of cigarettes and threw the cigarette's butt on the ground, saying, "No matter which country it is, it is a human being. If we don't go to rescue, we can only wait for the Japanese devils to harm them and slaughter them like pigs, cattle and sheep! Will you and I feel at ease in the future? Even if it's for us not to have nightmares at night in the future, we should do this, at least we deserve our conscience! If you are afraid of death, I won't force you!"

Zhu Yongsheng patted his chest and said, "I'm afraid of death! If I'm afraid of death, I wouldn't have followed you Dong Jiacheng for so many years. Yes, I was afraid of death before I met you Dong Jiacheng! But that was just for my wife and son in my hometown. You don't know! Now, you want to make a fortune with me, right? What's better? You can shoot me and be killed by a single shot! Do you think I'm afraid of death?" Zhu Yongsheng became more and more excited as he spoke. He paused for a moment and said, "I'm thinking about more than 100 brothers in the spy company. None of them survived until now! The worst one, I'm afraid I've killed at least one Japanese devil with my own hands. They have done enough for their Chinese compatriots. They can't throw their lives here for these British guys!"

"Is this called losing your life in an unknown way? The Japanese devils ahead, as a soldier! A dignified Chinese soldier! If you don't kill the enemy, will you still be called a soldier..." Dong Limao roared angrily.

"Company Commander, we are willing to follow you!"

"Yes, we all want to!"

"You order, what do we do?"

"As long as we kill the Japanese, we are not afraid of death!"

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The argument between Dong Limao and Zhu Yongsheng woke up the brothers sleeping in the house and came out of the house one by one, talking none of them said they were unwilling to do so.

Dong Limao looked at the tired brothers. Their military uniforms were not dry, and they could no longer recognize what color they were. He felt sour. Perhaps these young lives would disappear from this world one by one because of themselves in an hour. He regretted that he should not have impulsively agreed to Sgot's almost impossible task. Although he learned from historical materials that more than 500 journalists and missionaries were indeed rescued in the Battle of Ren'anqiang, what he didn't know was how many soldiers were killed or injured in order to save these people. Based on the official casualties report, he learned that nearly 600 people were killed or injured in the 113th Regiment of the New 38th Division to rescue the British First Division and the chariot camp. But he was a little unbelievable. It was definitely not just this number. It was the victory for the price of casualties. Only those who were bitch-like politicians knew in their hearts.

If the great-grandfather really participated in this battle and led the spies to rescue journalists and missionaries, then, what purpose did the great-grandfather do? He definitely did not agree to Sgot's request for that photo. Was he forced himself to order from his superiors? Or did the great-grandfather feel that he was responsible for doing this? In this rescue, how many brothers under his great-grandfather would have died and injured...

Dong Limao didn't know all this, but he was sure of one thing. Grandpa did not die in this battle, which means he would not die.

"Brothers, confidently check weapons and ammunition, eat and drink enough, and set off at 8 o'clock." Dong Limao originally wanted to say something to boost morale, such as what you saw in domestic war-themed films and TV series. Before going to the battlefield, officials would say a lot of bold words to encourage morale. But Dong Limao could not say such hypocritical words. Instead, he was moved by his brothers' simple words, "We are willing to follow you, give orders, what should we do, kill the Japanese, we are not afraid of death..." Such simple words, as a commander, what is most afraid of is that his subordinates are unhappy at critical moments, or are afraid of death. Dong Limao has been with these people for only a few days, and they can get so trust in them. No, it should be said that they trust his great-grandfather very much and are willing to follow his great-grandfather to go through fire and water.

What else can Dong Limao say? This is enough. The only thing he needs to do is how to organize this rescue battle and minimize the casualties of his brothers.

Zhu Yongsheng was also moved by the words of his brothers. His eyes were covered with tears and he patted every brother on the shoulders.

"Company Commander, tell me, how can we do it?" Zhu Yongsheng finally walked up to Dong Limao and said.

At this time, the translator came over with a local young man, who was also holding a submachine gun in his hand.

"Company Commander Dong, he is willing to lead the way for you." The translator said to Dong Limao.

"Okay, come and talk about what buildings are near the church?" Dong Limao sat on a broken brick in front of the door of the house.

The translator and the lead squatted down, and Zhu Yongsheng also squatted beside Dong Limao.

The person who led the way started drawing the terrain on the mud with his hands, and said while drawing, and translated it for Dong Limao:

"The church is in the north of the city, forming an independent community with the surrounding residential areas and shops, about two kilometers away from here... On the left of the church is a middle school, on the right is a residential area, on the opposite side of the street is also a residential area, behind it is a wood, behind the woods are streets, residential areas and shops. The Japanese army cut off all the roads that traveled between the church area and the main urban area..."

"How many Japanese soldiers are there?" Dong Limao asked again.

"A lot, I don't know how many things are."

"Are there any heavy weapons? Such as tanks?" Dong Limao tried to ask in detail.

"I didn't see the tank, but there were mortars, on the roof of a residential building about five hundred meters to the right of the church."
Chapter completed!