Chapter 489 The Most Tragic Battle
Jiang Wanwan closed her eyes and entered the state of cultivation at almost one o'clock in the morning.
According to common sense, this cultivation would take eight hours, and she would not wake up until nearly nine o'clock in the morning.
But it is definitely a bit late to open the door for business at this time.
What's more, people at this time seem to be accustomed to getting up early to do things.
So Jiang Wanwan used her mobile phone to set an alarm for herself at seven o'clock.
More than six hours of cultivation naturally could not allow her to get enough rest after being busy for 24 hours.
But now under special circumstances, she can only try to compress her rest time.
The key is that Jiang Wanwan's behavior is completely voluntary and positive.
After Jiang Wanwan knew that this might be her last day in the trial world,
she made up her mind to help as many people as possible so that she would have no regrets.
It was just a matter of being busy for ten more hours without a good rest!
She could do it. At most, she could sleep for ten or twenty hours after returning to Earth.
However, many times, plans could not keep up with changes.
Jiang Wanwan, who was immersed in cultivation, was awakened by several loud rumbling noises before she could be awakened by the alarm of her mobile phone.
After interrupting her cultivation and opening her eyes, Jiang Wanwan's first reaction was, where did the fireworks come from that were so loud?
Then she reacted again, in this time of war, where would there be any fireworks?
So, what was that just now... was the sound of gunfire, or cannon fire?
After realizing this, Jiang Wanwan could no longer sit still, and quickly got up and put on her shoes.
While she hurried out, she also took the time to check the time. It was six forty-four in the morning!
During this period, the rumbling sound outside did not stop, and it still sounded from time to time.
Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little surprised. With such a big commotion, could she have traveled directly to the front battlefield? She
hurriedly pushed open the door of the supermarket. The sky outside was still a little bright, and it was enough to see the surrounding environment clearly.
At a glance, the first thing that caught her eye was the houses built of loess bricks, some far and some near. Some of the beams had collapsed, and the walls were broken. It was obvious that no one had lived in them for a long time.
The loess road surface that was not very clear last night is now clearly presented in front of her eyes, with bumps and unevenness.
This does not look like a front-line battlefield, but more like a deserted village with no one living after the bombardment.
When Jiang Wanwan looked around, the bombardment outside became clearer as the door was opened.
When she looked up, she found that the sound came from the distant mountains, and she could vaguely see some flames.
So, the distant mountain is the real front-line battlefield? In
1944, the battlefield was on the mountain...
Jiang Wanwan's thoughts were running fast, trying to infer useful information from these two pieces of information.
Somehow, she had a vague bad feeling in her heart, but it was as if there was a layer of gauze between her and the key point. The more anxious she was, the less she could think of the key point.
Just when Jiang Wanwan's brain was about to explode from the continuous gunfire and chaotic thoughts,
she suddenly noticed out of the corner of her eye that there seemed to be a shadow swaying beside her.
Jiang Wanwan looked to the side and immediately saw a head hiding behind the tree, looking over here.
Is there someone?
That's a good thing, judging from the posture, he shouldn't be Japanese.
Seeing the other party's evasive posture, Jiang Wanwan considered her words for fear of scaring him away, and then spoke softly.
"Hello, fellow countryman! My name is Jiang Wanwan, I'm Chinese, and I mean no harm."
Maybe it was because of Jiang Wanwan's gentle attitude, or because she was a girl and her Chinese was fairly standard?
In short, the figure behind the tree paused for a moment, then moved a little bit to reveal his figure.
Her messy hair was tied behind her head. Her face was so thin that it was hard to tell whether she was pretty or ugly. She was wearing a gray dress, with patches on her trouser legs and a pair of straw sandals on her feet.
She looked at me nervously, as if she would turn around and run away at the slightest sign of trouble.
For a moment, Jiang Wanwan didn't dare to do anything extra, and just asked the question that concerned her most.
"Sister-in-law, can I ask where this is? What province? And what mountain is that?"
The sister-in-law didn't quite understand what province was, so she couldn't answer. However, as someone who had lived here since childhood, she naturally knew the mountain that the other party was pointing to.
So he opened his mouth and whispered dryly: "Songshan!"
The answer to the question was not comprehensive, and the voice was not loud, but it was enough for Jiang Wanwan to hear clearly, and her face turned ugly.
1944, Songshan!
This time and place were enough for Jiang Wanwan to uncover the veil and think of key information.
Think of the most brutal battle in Chinese history.
In what desperate situation would a country send a group of children with an average age of only 12 to the battlefield?
The oldest of them was only 15 years old, and the youngest was only 9 years old!
7,000 child soldiers rushed into the battlefield with guns taller than themselves. How tragic is this for a country and a nation?
And this scene took place in the Battle of Songshan in 1944!
The towering Songshan Mountain and the surging Nujiang River have recorded a tragic page of the country's near-life and death.
"Songshan? Is it the Songshan Mountain in Yunnan Province? Are there Japanese invaders and the Expeditionary Force on that mountain? What month and day is it in the 33rd year of the Republic of China?" Jiang Wanwan asked a series of questions eagerly.
She was eager to confirm her guess and wanted to know all the current information.
The sister-in-law was stunned by Jiang Wanwan's attitude, but since the other party called them Japanese invaders, she was willing to answer these questions.
"We are in Yunnan, and it is August 25th now. On Songshan Mountain, the National Army is fighting the Japanese invaders!"
Yunnan, Songshan, August 25, 1944.
As expected, the supermarket landed at the foot of Songshan during the Songshan Campaign.
Jiang Wanwan was stunned, staring at the artillery fire on the distant mountain, thinking about the information related to this campaign.