Looking at the sunset in the sky, there is a lone Japanese seaplane flying inland.
Looking at this, Major General Sato Shozaburo continued to think:
If we don't show some results... now we can only hope that we can concentrate our forces for an assault in the evening, or that the troops on both sides can roundabout...
Yes, according to the order sent by the 101st Division headquarters and signed by Lieutenant General Masaki Ito, at this moment Major General Kudo Yoshio's 102nd Brigade will send two regiments of troops to attack the position in front of them from both sides.
He didn't know that although the orphaned seaplane in the sky was painted with Japanese military emblems, unfortunately the pilot on it was not one of theirs.
"Brother Zhang, please pay attention. There are two groups of Japanese soldiers approaching the pontoon bridge position. I estimate that they will engage in firefights with you in a few hours at most. If you want to leave, hurry up..."
The delta wing can indeed carry out aerial reconnaissance, but the reconnaissance range is much smaller than that of a reconnaissance aircraft or a reconnaissance aircraft painted with Japanese military emblems.
Listening to Li Yinbao's voice coming from the walkie-talkie, Zhang Sixing replied,
"Don't worry, we are ready to leave."
Watching the Japanese water reconnaissance plane getting farther and farther in the sky, it was flying towards the red clouds on the horizon. It would be dark soon, and Zhang Sixing had been waiting for this time for a long time.
"Sir, let's..."
Lu Feizhang came to Zhang Sixing and asked quietly,
"Have all the soldiers eaten?"
"We are all full. The food in the Japanese heavy artillery troops is good. The guys in the Jing'an Army said that the food is much better than their usual food."
"Let's prepare for action. More than half of the Japanese's two brigades, as well as their baggage, are approaching the pontoon position. We just want to take this opportunity to give their anus a try."
"chrysanthemum?"
Looking at Lu Feizhang in a daze, Zhang Sixing gave him a kick in the butt.
"Punch it in with a knife from the chrysanthemum... Tell the soldiers in the car that no one wants to get out of the car and just shoot out, tell the tank crews not to blow up when they see the car, tell the Belarusians to drive back when they see the car, I will take the money
purchase."
Those White Russians in the merchant group of all nations are all mercenaries. The concession uses them as regular military envoys. This is because the profiteers have lived in peace for too long and are too stingy.
The real way to use mercenaries is to buy them with money, whether they are human lives or equipment.
Soon at dusk, a group of Japanese motorcycles were gathering towards the heavy artillery unit that was under attack. Together with them, there was a cavalry squadron under the 102nd Brigade of the 101st Division.
Unfortunately, their search yielded no results except for the loss of some manpower.
Everyone now knows that they are dealing with those guys who retreated from the Sixings Warehouse. The biggest feature of that army is that there are a large number of snipers and many weapons of unknown origin.
In the evening, the motorcycle scouts and cavalry gathered together to prepare for dinner and then set up camp to rest.
"Alas, only our 101st Division is making the slowest progress. The other divisions are pursuing us twenty kilometers faster..."
The attack advanced twenty kilometers in one day, which was not slow at all.
Even if Eagle Sauce is in Europe in the future, its attack speed will only be around 40 kilometers per day.
"We were so unlucky to meet those guys coming out of Sihang Warehouse..."
At this moment, the Japanese who rushed out from Shanghai to pursue the Chinese army were also tired from long battles, but they had won on the battlefield, so their morale was still high.
The sound of the engine could be heard in the distance, but at dusk, nothing could be seen clearly.
"Which army is that? They..."
On the chaotic battlefield, the sound of engines could not travel very far. By the time the sentry discovered it, the sound of those engines was not too far away.
"Go to the motorcycle and see which army it is. Maybe it's those idiots from the baggage army."
At this moment, the war has just begun, and the Japanese army's supplies are relatively sufficient. There is no such thing as everyone smearing their faces and acting like bandits because of local supplies.
The biggest feature of this kind of supply is the endless convoy of trucks or horse-drawn carriages, such as Yingjiang's "Red Ball Express" troop.
"Rumble..."
At this time, the sound of the engine became louder. The Japanese scouts held bowls and chopsticks in confusion and looked curiously into the distance. Some people were curious and jumped on the wreckage of the destroyed heavy artillery and looked into the distance.
Looking around.
Suddenly, headlights were heard in the distance coming from the direction of the engine. In front of them were ten armored vehicles. Even though they were still a hundred meters away, those headlights still dazzled the scouts.
"Don't those people understand that you can't turn on your headlights when marching at night, in case..."
"What the hell, the Chinese army has retreated. Except for the position in front of our 101st Division, they have no heavy artillery."
Just as the scouts' attention was drawn to the tanks and armored vehicles that suddenly turned on their lights, they did not know that they were about to suffer a surprise attack.
A group of people wearing camouflage had already arrived in front of them.
At this time, he was less than fifty meters away from his target, but there was no pressure on Lu Feizhang and his men who were used to fighting guerrillas. He quietly lifted himself up from the ground and asked his men,
"We carried them all the way and let them knock down all the sentries..."
The ones who were carried all the way were snipers. After all, they were not equipped with any ostrich boots. They needed to be carried by Lu Feizhang's men to move quickly.
There were a few barely audible sniper shots, and the sentries deployed by the reconnaissance team fell silently. More Japanese scouts were still looking at the approaching convoy and did not notice them at all.
What happened behind the scenes.
Lu Feizhang jumped up from the ground, then fell down and charged forward with long strides.
Jiu and his cooperating men ran forward silently with him, spraying silent tongues of fire at every discovered Japanese scout with the HP90 in their hands.
No matter how many criticisms of mufflers I have seen on the Internet in the past, saying that field troops do not need sound at all, Zhang Sixing is certain of one thing. That is, no matter how many advantages an ordinary muffler can bring, even just a little is worth it.
Because on the battlefield, the balance of life and death may be changed because of this advantage.
The snipers did not follow Lu Feizhang's actions. From the moment they fired the first shot, the weapons in their hands continued to spray out silent tongues of fire.
Compared with the suppressive effect of machine guns, silent snipers are more suitable for suppressing fire during assaults.
Groups of soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and ostrich boots swooped into the Japanese reconnaissance team's camp like ghosts in the dark night.
In just fifteen minutes, a cavalry squadron and a motorcycle squadron were wiped out under the silent strikes of Lu Feizhang and snipers. Several scouts who fled on horseback soon discovered how ridiculous their actions were.
The sound of horse hooves could not cover up the clanging sound of machinery getting closer and closer behind me.
Unfortunately, the Japanese discovered that it only took a moment for someone to catch up from behind. What was terrible was that the guy was still running, and he was running faster than his horse.