Major Shotaro Higashi was very tired. After dealing with the wounded Chinese soldiers at Beita Temple, he returned to the temporary camp, washed up and fell into a deep sleep.
The 18th Regiment had been fighting against the Chinese army in the Shanghai area for several months and was already exhausted. However, in order to capture Nanjing, they all held their breath and pursued the defeated Chinese army in order to capture the enemy's capital.
The highest honor.
The Chinese stragglers in Suzhou City have almost been eliminated. Higashi Shoutaro does not pay too much attention to those Chinese soldiers with weak combat effectiveness. He has his own friendly forces to eliminate them. What he needs now is to recharge his batteries and continue to march towards Wuxi tomorrow.
, in order to conquer Nanjing as soon as possible.
But not long after Higashishotaro fell asleep, he was awakened by the fierce gunfire outside. He sat up from the bed with a start and shouted outside: "What's going on with the gunfire outside?!"
A communications staff officer hurriedly opened the door and entered: "Sir, a small group of Chinese troops were attacked in the direction of the wing headquarters."
Hearing that the regiment was attacked by the Chinese Army, Major Higashi Shotaro frowned. The Chinese Army had been defeated by them, so how could they have the courage to attack? If things go wrong, there must be monsters. He immediately ordered: "
Send someone to the alliance to ask what's going on?"
"Hai!" the communications staff officer responded and hurriedly turned around and left.
The gunfire outside was still fierce, and Major Shotaro Higashi was upset by the noise. He got up and got up, cursing, and dressed up to prepare for support.
At this moment, the temporary station at the 18th Regiment Headquarters was reduced to a pot of porridge, with crackling gunshots everywhere. Countless Chinese soldiers in gray military uniforms launched attacks on them from both ends of the long street without warning.
Attack violently.
The Japanese soldiers were already exhausted from their long journey, and their consecutive victories had made them a little careless. Faced with the sudden attack by the commando led by Yang Ling, the Japanese soldiers guarding the two detachments outside the courtyard were almost stunned by the strong wind before they could react.
A rain of bullets fell to the ground.
The injured Japanese soldiers who were not dead screamed in pain, curled up on the ground and crawled into the yard, trying to avoid the whizzing bullets. A bloody ribbon was dragged out of the ground.
Yang Lingping held the 38 rifle and inserted the machine gun glove of a Japanese soldier who kept pulling the trigger of the machine gun into the sight. His index finger was slightly bent. With a crisp impact, the bullet turned into a meteor and sank into the Japanese machine gunner.
The Japanese machine gun mounted on the sandbag suddenly went silent.
The Japanese soldiers' radiant hands immediately opened up the dead main shooter of the Japanese soldiers. With both hands, they pointed the machine gun at Yang Ling and the others and pulled the trigger again. A long shot was fired at them. The bullets made a popping sound on the ground and sometimes jumped up suddenly.
, like poisonous snakes, knocking the two national soldiers to the ground who were unable to dodge.
The Chinese soldier who was hit immediately fell to the ground, clutching his bloody arm, and dropped the rifle in his hand. He screamed in pain. The two soldiers behind him immediately dragged him to the wall against the whizzing bullets.
Rescue from behind.
Bullets were flying everywhere on the street. Platoon leader Qin Shou hid behind the sandbags, constantly bumping into the melon grenade. He raised his hand and slammed it in the direction of the Japanese soldiers. There was a rumbling explosion and a flash of light, which illuminated the street.
.
The walls of the street trembled and dust fell, the houses rattled and shed tiles, and the whizzing bullets ricocheted away a lot of blood. The strength of the Japanese soldiers guarding the wing headquarters was evenly matched with Yang Ling's, and no one could do anything.
who.
The front of the yard turned into a pot of porridge, and the back of the yard could hear needles dropping. Liu Yidao and a group of brothers carried the ladder and started to climb the wall.
Yang Ling and the others successfully attracted all the firepower of the Japs unit. Liu Yidao's head carefully emerged from the wall. When he saw that the backyard was dark and unprepared, he was immediately overjoyed. He waved to the back and climbed in one after another.
courtyard.
The officers and men of the Eighteenth Japanese Regiment were gathering in the room like ants on a hot pot. They were frightened and angry when the Chinese army suddenly appeared to attack them.
They were surprised that there were such a large number of Chinese soldiers in the city and they didn't notice it when they were clearing them out. They were angry that these troops who had been beaten like lost dogs dared to attack on their own initiative.
"Sir, there is no need to worry. The defeated Chinese troops cannot attack us. Our reinforcements will arrive soon. By then, none of them will be able to escape." Major Sato Furukawa consoled the commander of the regiment with a worried look on his face.
"Sato-kun, this group of defeated troops must be wiped out! Wipe them all out!" The captain was so frightened that he got up from his bed in the middle of the night, with a gloomy face and a very bad mood.
Despite the comforting words of Major Sato Furukawa, the regiment commander was still upset by the grenades that fell in the yard from time to time, and was worried about the incoming Chinese rout.
"Sato-kun, go outside and take command personally, and be sure to stop them!" the commander of the regiment ordered Major Sato Furukawa.
Sato Furukawa responded, pulled out the bastard box from the holster on his waist, turned around and left the house, heading to the front yard to direct the battle.
Liu Yidao carried a machete and led his brothers over the wall to enter the house. He saw a Japanese officer rushing from the brightly lit room to the front yard. There were two Japanese guards standing at the door. He guessed that it was the Japanese.
's headquarters.
He gestured to the brothers hiding behind him in the darkness, and then a few of them crept along the base of the wall.
The shell gun fired, and the beating shells splashed to the ground with a crisp sound. The Japanese guard standing at the door was immediately knocked over and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the Japanese officers gathered in the house heard the gunshots outside the door and subconsciously fell down and drew their guns, shouting. Liu Yidao couldn't understand him anyway, so he didn't care what he was shouting. When he glanced at it, he was wearing clothes inside.
The man in the boots, who must be a high-ranking Japanese official, hit a few melon grenades and then smashed them in.
Boom! The flash of the explosion illuminated the yard in a pale color. Blood and minced meat mixed with sawdust and broken bricks spurted out from the window with the airflow. It was so spectacular and majestic. The small area was suddenly obscured by gunpowder smoke, and nothing could be seen clearly.
One of the brothers was about to rush into the smoke with a shell gun, but Liu Yidao pulled him back: "You are so heartless, what if there are still people who are not killed?"
"What should we do?"
"Throw a few more grenades in."
The two Japanese captains were still squirming and struggling on the ground, but several more smoking grenades were thrown in. The shock wave generated by the rumbling explosions overturned the roof. The two Japanese captains who were not dead were completely destroyed this time.
Out of breath.
The houses in the backyard began to explode one after another. Liu Yidao did not miss any of them. He threw grenades into every room for free. When they evacuated, the backyard was completely turned into ruins.