As soon as the sky dawned, a formation of Japanese planes painted with blood-red rising sun flags flew over the garrison position outside Jiangyin City. Bombs fell like sheep shit bombs, and the garrison position suddenly turned into a sea of smoke and fire.
"Damn it, I don't want anyone to eat this breakfast!" A captain with a fleshy face in the trench took a vicious bite of the mud-covered multigrain pancake, and cursed dissatisfiedly while chewing it.
The Japs' attacks became more and more fierce. In the past two days, they fought with the Chinese defenders on the outskirts of Jiangyin. The sky was dark and the ground was dark, and blood flowed like rivers. The defenders were under tremendous pressure.
The fierce captain cursed and swallowed the mud-covered multigrain cake in several mouthfuls, then took a gun and sat down in front of a gray-faced major.
"I said to the battalion commander, this Japs seems crazy. We have less than 200 brothers left. I'm afraid we can't stand it today. Do you want to call the division headquarters and ask if they can send us some reinforcements?"
The battalion commander with his back to the trench was named Zhao Wenbin. He was as delicate and elegant as a woman. He was originally a staff officer in the regiment. After all the commanders of the second battalion died, he was sent to the second battalion commander.
However, the second battalion did not dare to underestimate the seemingly indifferent Zhao Wenbin. Although he looked like a woman, he fought without risking his life and was fierce and scary.
Zhao Wenbin leaned back on the scorched earth mixed with blood, stretched out his hands that were prettier than a woman's and dusted off the dirt on the multigrain cake, and chewed it slowly, completely ignoring the words of the captain and company commander.
Zhao Wenbin knew clearly that all the troops were having a hard time fighting in the past few days. The battalion and company-level cadres in the nearby regiments had changed several times. It was useless to call them. Not to mention the division headquarters, the headquarters could not send out any troops.
Reinforcements are coming.
Now Jiangyin has become an isolated island, and the Japanese cavalry has flanked and blocked their retreat. They are the meat of the Thirteenth Japanese Division.
The Japanese want to eat them to increase their military exploits, while Nanjing hopes that they will become a strong force to hold back the Japanese Thirteenth Division for as long as possible, so that the troops behind them can calmly deploy their defenses, so to a certain extent they already belong to
Abandoned.
Seeing that Zhao Wenbin was chewing grain cakes without saying anything, the captain and company commander were not angry, but continued to speak: "Batalion Commander, even if we don't have reinforcements, it would be better to let the fortress artillery fire a few heavy artillery rounds when we are in trouble, otherwise brothers
We will all be reimbursed here today."
Zhao Wenbin swallowed the remains of the grain cake into his throat, patted the dirt on his butt and stood up, saying coldly: "Go and tell the brothers that we can't wait for the reinforcements! But we are Northeastern men! The four Northeastern provinces have lost their quilt.
People scold us, and we admit it, but even if we die this time! We have to die on the ground in Jiangyin! We will die vigorously! We cannot let people poke our spines for the rest of our lives!"
Zhao Wenbin's voice was hoarse, but he was determined to die. The captain and the company commander gritted his teeth and said: "Batalion Commander, don't worry! There are no cowards in our Northeast Army! There are no cowards in our 122nd Division! If the little devil wants to take our position, then
Be prepared to risk your life!"
They, the Northeastern Army, lost the four northeastern provinces, and also abandoned their parents and family. They have been looked down upon in the customs for these years. They feel aggrieved. They charge forward every time they fight, but they can't get anyone's understanding. This
Once Zhao Wenbin hoped to show the bloody spirit of the Northeast Army and tell the people that the Northeast Army was not greedy for life and afraid of death!
"Battal Commander! The kid's death squad is coming!"
As soon as the Japanese artillery fire stopped and the smoke had not cleared, the observation sentry shouted at the top of his lungs.
When Zhao Wenbin heard that it was a death squad of Japanese soldiers, his cold face showed no expression at all, and he calmly ordered: "Get ready to fight!"
The Northeastern Army's equipment and soldier quality are much higher than those of other provincial armies. It also has experience in fighting against the Japs. Following the order, they each found bunkers and prepared to fight.
The spider web-like trenches, communication trenches and bunkers that were originally dug have been razed to the ground by the Japanese soldiers' continuous artillery fire. The brothers of the Northeast Army could only find bomb craters and incomplete trenches as bunkers.
The brothers of the Northeast Army methodically twisted the grenades and pulled the bolts of the guns. They were all veterans of bloody battles. They were calm and not nervous at all.
Zhao Wenbin placed the rifle on the edge of the crater, shrank down, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. Looking at the gray sky, he suddenly thought of his family members who died under the Japanese bombing, and a layer of darkness gradually enveloped his delicate face.
murderous look.
Before he finished smoking a cigarette, the voice of the captain and company commander came over: "There are still three hundred meters! Prepare the mortar!"
Zhao Wenbin stubbed out his cigarette and threw it at his feet. He turned around and climbed to the edge of the crater. He pulled the bolt of his gun loudly, loaded the bullet, and began to aim at the Japanese soldiers who were dragging the skirmishers over in the smoke.
These were the Japs' death squads. They had hundreds of strips of cloth wrapped around their heads as if they were draping sackcloth on the dead. However, their faces showed ferocity and they charged like lunatics. They suffered a lot.
"Let go!" The vicious voice of the captain and company commander echoed on the battlefield.
The mortar shells flew out in an arc, and then exploded among the Japanese death squads. Zhao Wenbin saw that many Japanese soldiers were blown away at once. He didn't know whether they were blown to pieces or fell into the trenches.
.
He heard the screams of the Japanese officers, and the Japanese death squads neither lay down nor shot, but just started to speed over with their bayonets shining brightly.
Da da da da da da——
The light and heavy machine guns deployed on both sides of the position began to roar, smoking shell casings jumped and splashed out, and bullets like water splashed towards the Japanese death squads.
Ahhhhh!
The battlefield began to echo with blood-curdling screams. Countless Japs in sight were immediately beaten into a hornet's nest. A Japs who charged so hard had his head smashed and fell straight to the ground.
Zhao Wenbin's heart did not waver at all. These little devils were extremely vicious and would kill anyone they saw. They were no different from animals. They just killed them without mercy.
He aimed at a Japanese soldier who was charging forward ferociously. He pressed down with his fingers and felt the pain on his shoulders from the recoil of the rifle. The bullets flying out had already penetrated the left chest of the Japanese soldier. He saw
To the splash of blood.
This Japanese soldier was like a drunken brawny man. He was staggering and unwilling to fall. He wanted to continue to rush forward. Several more bullets flew out from nowhere. He finally fell unwillingly.
land.
"Hold on! Hold on!" Although the Northeastern Army brothers' firepower was fierce and fierce, they could not withstand the crazy charge of the Japs. More and more Japs came towards the trenches with bayonets in hand. Their firepower could not suppress them at all.
Zhao Wenbin shot and killed three Japanese soldiers in succession, but in this short period of time, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers had already rushed into the front-line trenches fiercely and started hand-to-hand combat with the brothers from the Northeast Army.
"Fire the bayonet!" Zhao Wenbin shook his head helplessly. Although he hated fighting with the bayonet, fighting with the bayonet has evolved into a necessary part of every battle.