Siheyuan: Shazhu's Brother Shadan

At night, Shadan was alone in the room, staring at the photo on the table.

For the photo, Shadan specially invited people from a photo studio in Beiping City to take a photo of everyone in the group.

One of them is a group photo of Shadan, Fugui, Liu Erbing, Liu Dazhuang and Liu Xiaozhuang.

Looking at the photo, he saw his comrades Liu Erzhuang and Liu Dazhuang who had fought alongside him. They were smiling so brightly, but now they are gone.

Shadan shed tears silently, his heart filled with self-blame and pain.

Now Liu Xiaozhuang is the only one left among the three brothers. I think his pain is even greater than his!

"What on earth did war bring? Fuck these damn invaders!"

At this time, Mingyue gently opened the door and walked in. She sat quietly beside Shadan and gently held his hand.

"Silly boy, don't be sad." Mingyue said gently, "The dead comrades wouldn't want to see you like this."

Shadan raised his head and looked at the bright moon, his eyes full of sadness.

"I don't know what to do, Mingyue. I feel so incompetent that I failed to protect them..."

Mingyue hugged Shadan and whispered, "This is not your fault. War is always cruel, and none of us can predict the consequences. But we must be strong and keep moving forward for our fallen comrades and for the living."

Shadan nodded slightly, but his tears still flowed uncontrollably.

"I will work hard, Mingyue. I will make the independent group stronger and prevent tragedy from happening again."

Mingyue looked at Shadan with her heart full of admiration and love.

She knew that Shadan was a real man, someone worthy of her entrusting her life to.

Of course, she didn't dare say the last sentence.

"Well, I believe you, Silly." Mingyue wiped the tears from Silly's face, "Let's work together to make the Independent Regiment a stronger team."

Shadan clenched his fists, his eyes determined. "Okay, let's work hard together. But, Mingyue, I want to go see Liu Xiaozhuang first. I'm worried that he can't handle it alone."

"I'll go with you." Mingyue stood up, "Maybe we can give him some comfort and support together."

The two went to Liu Xiaozhuang's residence together. On the way, Shadan made up his mind to train and fight harder to avenge his fallen comrades and defend the motherland and the people.

When they arrived at Liu Xiaozhuang's residence, they found Liu Xiaozhuang immersed in grief over the loss of his brothers.

Shadan gently patted Liu Xiaozhuang on the shoulder and said, "Xiaozhuang, we are here to see you."

Liu Xiaozhuang raised his head, his eyes red and swollen, "Captain, I'm so sad..."

Shadan sat down and held Liu Xiaozhuang's hand, "I know, Xiaozhuang. But we can't keep immersing ourselves in sorrow. We must cheer up and live well for our dead comrades and ourselves!"

Mingyue also walked to Liu Xiaozhuang, "Xiaozhuang, you still have us, we will always be with you."

Liu Xiaozhuang looked at Shadan and Mingyue in front of him and nodded, "I will. I won't let my dead brothers down."

Shadan looked at Liu Xiaozhuang, and his belief became stronger. "We must make the independent regiment stronger and make the enemy dare not easily invade our homeland!"

The three of them held hands tightly and made a promise together.

That night, the entire Qinjia Village was shrouded in sorrow, as if it were a desolate cemetery.

The villagers were immersed in the great sorrow of losing their sons, brothers, younger brothers and grandsons. The cries echoed in every corner of the village.

And in the barracks, there was an indescribable atmosphere of oppression.

The soldiers bit their lips tightly, trying to suppress the pain in their hearts, but the low sobs could not be suppressed from their throats.

These soldiers had lived with their comrades day and night and had experienced the baptism of battle together.

However, in the fierce battle that just happened, they lost too many close companions.

Some people have never even participated in a war. A war, so short and cruel, has caused those once vibrant lives to leave this world forever.

Faced with such a sudden blow, who can easily bear it?

Every soldier's heart was filled with endless sadness and helplessness. They could not accept the reality before them and found it hard to believe that those familiar faces had disappeared forever.

The next morning, Shadan got up and wanted to stretch, but he still felt that the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

In the gloomy atmosphere, Shadan stood up, asked the team members to assemble, and then stood in front of the team, his voice firm.

"Comrades, we cannot be defeated by sadness, we must turn grief into strength!"

The soldiers raised their heads and focused their eyes on Shadan.

"We must avenge our fallen brothers and make the enemy pay the price!"

"Yes! Revenge!" someone responded.

"We must make the independent group stronger and protect our homes and loved ones!" Shadan continued.

The soldiers' emotions were aroused and they shouted one after another.

"Powerful! Protect!"

Shadan looked at everyone and felt a surge of pride in his heart.

"Let's take action, intensify our training, and prepare for the next battle!"

Under the leadership of Shadan, the soldiers returned to training and moved towards victory with sweat and hard work.

The best way to eliminate sadness is to forget it or replace the pain with another form.

So in the following period of time, Shadan personally led the team to train the remaining members of the independent regiment.

The division commander returned to the headquarters and quickly reported the great achievement of the independent regiment to his superiors.

When the superiors heard the news, they were stunned and their first feeling was disbelief.

A division plus a regiment of Japanese invaders, not to mention a division, even a regiment of Japanese invaders can chase after a central division of the National Army. The key is to win the battle.

Not to mention a division of Japanese devils.

They could even chase after a national army of 100,000, and this has happened before in history.

Now, he heard from his men that an independent regiment had wiped out a Japanese division and a regiment.

"Is he crazy, or is he just making up a story to fool us?"

But looking at the signature on the intelligence, the superiors had to take it seriously.

After all, the division commander who sent the telegram was a highly respected and battle-hardened veteran leader of the Red Army. How could he possibly make such a joke?

"Then... this... is it true?" Everyone was shocked and looked at each other, but they still had doubts in their hearts.

To be on the safe side and to be responsible to the vast number of soldiers, the accuracy of the information must be verified again.

Therefore, the relevant personnel immediately called the division headquarters and asked them to reconfirm the situation.

Time passed by minute by minute, and everyone was nervously waiting for a response.

Finally, less than two minutes later, a new telegram was delivered.

The telegram clearly stated that the matter was true and was accompanied by testimonies from ten group leaders as evidence.

"This... is really great! This independent regiment is brave and fearless, and deserves the highest level of commendation! We should award them the glorious title of 'Pioneer Regiment of the Times'!" someone shouted excitedly.

"Not only that, we also need to widely publicize their heroic deeds through various channels so that everyone in the world will know about it!" another person immediately suggested.

Soon, reports about the Independent Regiment’s glorious achievements flooded in, and both the radio and newspapers were filled with praises for them.

In this way, the name of the Independent Regiment quickly spread across the country and became a household name as a heroic regiment.

Amid people's praise, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment did not become proud and complacent.

They know very well that this is just a small step in the long war of resistance, and there will be more challenges waiting for them in the future.

Shadan worked harder to train his troops and improve their combat effectiveness.

He understood that only by constantly strengthening himself could he better defend the motherland and the people.

At the same time, Shadan also did not forget to pay attention to the mental health of the soldiers.

He organized various activities to allow everyone to relax in the tense combat life and enhance the cohesion among each other.

Mingyue used her knowledge to teach the injured soldiers how to read and write during their treatment, and gave them care and encouragement.

With the joint efforts of all the soldiers, the independent regiment gradually grew stronger and became a force that the enemy feared on the battlefield.

At this time, an unexpected person came to the independent regiment’s base.

And he was accompanied by people from the headquarters.

Ever since the Independence Group became a household name, all kinds of voices have been heard.

But there was no objection from the Japanese, and gradually, people from all sides learned that there was indeed such an independent regiment.

It accomplished things that the Central Army had never done before, and made the Eighth Route Army hold itself high in the air, no longer a small force that only knew how to fight guerrilla warfare.

Once the independent regiment’s battle record was released, it shocked people all over the country and abroad.

Naturally, this also attracted the attention of the Kuomintang, which specially sent a high-level delegation to visit the Independent Regiment to express its condolences.

Silly boy, Mingyue and the political commissar came together to welcome the visiting delegation brought by their superiors.

After all, there is a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps in Qinjia Village. It is very safe, but not everyone can come in.

Silly boy, he was stunned when he saw the visiting delegation brought by his superiors.

"This so-called condolence group is actually just one person. Who are they condoling? What are they condoling? The key is that this person is as beautiful as a flower, and she is so beautiful that even the guards on guard are staring at her when she passes by?"

Mingyue, who was standing by, saw such a beautiful girl in a school uniform. She was quite pretty, and compared with her own uniform, there was a world of difference.

Invisibly, it was as if a phoenix had landed on a chicken coop. The other party even raised its tail and smiled frequently at the chief officer of the independent regiment, the regiment commander Shadan.

"I've long heard that the leader of the independent regiment is a young and promising man. Seeing him today, I think the saying 'heroes have always emerged from youth' is true! Don't you agree?" The member of the condolence group was the first to stretch out his slender hand and gestured to Shadan with a smile.