The Journey Started from Songhu

On the battlefield of Songhu, bullets flew against my scalp. He took out the gold bars in his pocket and exchanged them for a German howitzer. On the day when the cannon fired, the entire Japanese army was stunned - how could the firepower of this Chinese army be stronger than ours? He graduated from West Point Military Academy and was born in Whampoa, the same hometown as Chiang Kai-shek. The sum of these tags was enough for him to walk sideways. But he didn't want to, he wanted to start from the rank of major and battalion commander. Others get promoted by connections, but he gets promoted by fighting. Fighting from Songhu to Nanjing, and from Nanjing to Wuhan, his soldiers fought more and more, their numbers became larger and larger, and their equipment became more and more powerful. On the Yuhuatai, he personally handed over the first Japanese regiment flag. In Banqiao Town, he made a brigade's moral equipment famous. Chiang Kai-shek gave him inscriptions and medals, and big bosses in the war zone rushed to get him. It's not mindless and cool, and it doesn't involve cruelty. It is written about a soldier who used his golden finger to lead a group of desperate soldiers, fighting for every inch of mountains and rivers and every inch of blood, to create the backbone that the Chinese people should have.