Songjiang is southwest of Zhabei, Shanghai, and is located diagonally behind the main defense line of hundreds of thousands of national troops. The straight-line distance is 25 kilometers, but if you take the road, it will be more than 36 kilometers.
Although they were trying to break out of an encirclement and even disguised themselves as a Japanese army baggage team, Chen Yunfa, Lei Xiong and others were unable to drive the truck at a high speed. It was already a remarkable achievement to be able to reach a speed of 15 yards per hour on such a broken road.
Ten trucks were all driven on. Zeng Shui had already come to join them after the battle. Although Chen Yunfa and the six team members could all drive, there were only seven people in total. Fortunately, the Yulin Army was always extraordinary, although most of them
Even the mud-legged ones can't compete with the high-end professional drivers of this era, but several officers and sergeants from Lei Xiong onwards still touched a few steering wheels during the special training organized by the division headquarters. Although it is not said how skilled they are,
But it's no problem to drive it around.
As a result, everyone who could drive became a driver. According to Chen Yunfa, no matter how bad his driving skills were, he could still practice it well in these dozens of miles. If this were done in future generations, I am afraid that the examiners of the Vehicle Management Office would be scolded to death.
, you just know how to drive forward without taking the exam to reverse the car and put it into the garage, you want to get a driver's license? Are you pretending to be a brother? In fact, I put you in the driver's seat and tell you, thirty miles away, drive well.
Live, drive poorly, or die, the passing rate is estimated to be much higher than the passing rate for driving license exams in later generations. Human potential is really great.
In the end, two spots were left vacant, so Zeng Shui, who was wearing the uniform of a Japanese second lieutenant, took the lead, and Chen Yunfa sat in the last car. All the vehicles were configured the same as the Japanese army's baggage squad. The first car was the same as the last one.
A machine gun was mounted on the roof of the car, and the rear bucket was tightly covered by canvas.
Because the Japanese second lieutenant was stabbed in the throat, the blood spurted far away, but not much blood was left on his uniform. His body was about the same as the not tall Zeng Shui, so Zeng Shui, who had studied Japanese for several years, became like this
The commander of a Japanese army baggage team.
Zeng Shui had no objections to this. He was more interested in hiding in the dark and killing the target with one hit, rather than walking to the front of the stage. This made him somewhat uncomfortable. However, Chen Yunfa patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to look.
Seeing himself and several other brothers from the special team laughing so hard, Zeng Shui could only grit his teeth and nod in agreement. Who is the shortest!
Because Zeng Shui knew that if Chen Yunfa was allowed to speak, he might not be trying to take the lead, but would be making vulgar remarks. Yes, Chen Yunfa is a bully despite his big stature and his simple and honest face, but only with
Only those who have been with him for a long time know that this man is really very sinister, and he is quite similar to Liu Tuanzuo. Look, except for you, who has the wretched face of a little devil? In this case, the special forces soldier
It's not that the lieutenant couldn't tell.
This is a brother, he knows what he wants without saying anything. Chen Yunfa was very satisfied with Second Lieutenant Zeng Shui's knowledge, so he got on the last car to fight. If everything went well, he would only send messages to the Japanese troops at the highway checkpoint through the car window.
He gave a simple and honest smile, even though he was holding a submachine gun already loaded with bullets in his hand.
After walking 3 kilometers to the west, we encountered the first checkpoint of the Japanese army. As the Japanese army's flashlight came over, in the dazzling light, the eyes of the first car who had adapted to the strong light and used the light of the car lights to see clearly the checkpoint.
Slightly shrinking, the wooden barriers and barbed wire fences in the middle of the road are nothing special. Trucks like the Japs, which are specialized in transporting supplies, can smash them to pieces with just a step on the accelerator. However, there are field fortifications made of sandbags piled on both sides of the road.
, two heavy machine guns and two light machine guns, one on the left and one on the right, clamped down on the already dilapidated road. Following the roar of the Japanese, at least thirty rifles poked their heads out from the fortifications and aimed at the convoy.
It is just a checkpoint used for security inspections. To deploy such a force, does the Japanese army feel that they have too many people? To be honest, Zeng Shui still resents the hundreds of thousands of national troops on the Songhu front line. Since the independence regiment was founded,
When fighting against the Japanese invaders, it was always a small force versus a large number, and there was rarely a time when the masses overpowered the few, but they all won victory. But as for the national army, hundreds of thousands of troops were deployed on the Songhu front line, and they fought fiercely in March.
, but the curtain of defeat is about to come.
As a low-level officer, he didn't know much about grand strategy and had no time to study it. He only knew that the regimental commander had a heavy tone when he took him to visit the secret supply points established throughout Nanjing.
He also knew that there were a few tears hidden in the drooped eyelids of the group member who had always been optimistic after walking to the last supply point and stopping at the Mochou Lake in Nanjing City.
That's the regimental commander! Zeng Shui has followed him for many years. He has seen him deliver impassioned speeches at the Martyrs Cemetery. He has also seen him look as cold as ice on the battlefield. He has also seen him let go of his newlywed wife's arms at the swearing-in ceremony and resolutely follow her.
The army had already marched out, but I had never seen Shui before. Standing in the capital where people were singing and dancing, he was hiding a little bit of tears.
When Songhu's defeat came, Zeng Shui seemed to understand that if Songhu was defeated, the capital would bear the brunt. If the capital of a country was occupied, it would be considered a national pain! Zeng Shui thought he understood, but he actually didn't understand.
It wasn't until much later that he realized what his commander, who had always been regarded as a loser, was hurting. What he hurt was not the city, but the people.
At this time, Zeng Shui may not know that in the near future, he will see human tragedies happening right in front of his eyes. His tears are streaming down his face, but he can't cry out. He can't even cry out.
He bit his hand hard and tried not to make a sound, because his hand needed to kill people and pull the trigger. He could only bite the butt of his beloved rifle with his teeth and glare with his eyes.
Watching the scenes of tragedy that he could not prevent, he searched for the most valuable targets and sniped them.
He didn't know that he would represent the resistance of the fallen city.
Now, he doesn't have time to think so far. He has to quickly integrate into the role of Shunbin Nakamura of the 9th Squadron of the 9th Division's Baggage Regiment and escape with more than 80 brothers. Although the strength here may be as high as one infantryman
The team is also supported by heavy machine guns, but if it really comes to a fight, it will be nothing more than chickens and dogs. However, it is still 10 kilometers away from the front line, and I don’t know how many checkpoints there are. If I charge hard, I don’t know how much damage will be suffered.
In the midst of his thoughts, Zeng Shui had already stepped out of the car, reported the password in proficient Japanese, and then squinted at a Japanese second lieutenant who was walking over with two soldiers. As a way of inspection, small talk is sometimes actually
A very important means.
After the two sides exchanged numbers, the short Japanese second lieutenant opposite smiled, and Zeng Shui also smiled.
The Japanese second lieutenant smiled because he met a colleague from the same division. The 9th Division was composed of soldiers from the Hokuriku region of the main island of Japan. In a foreign country, he was considered a fellow countryman among fellow villagers. When a fellow countryman meets a fellow countryman, he will naturally feel better.
Some, especially at this time when emotions are at their lowest after a big defeat.
What once made me laugh was, are enemies really not getting back together? Unexpectedly, I met an old opponent here again, and it was an old opponent who was beaten to disgrace just two days ago. A majestic main force of infantry, actually
Came here to collect the checkpoint.
That's right, besides the 36th Infantry Regiment, who else is the old rival of this small force that broke through Songjiang?
Twenty meters away, Kitajima Takeo, who was sitting in a tent, looked at the two second lieutenants who were happily communicating under the car lights and searchlights, his eyes blank.
Ever since he became the acting captain of the 36th Infantry Regiment, but could only stand guard at the checkpoint and watch the convoys transporting supplies pass by, leaving only dust on his face, his eyes had not focused much.
"Baga! Let them quickly carry out their military duties. What the Imperial Army needs is supplies, not their idle chatter." Takeo Kitajima looked at the smiles on the faces of the two second lieutenants from a distance, but he felt irritated for no reason and strode forward.
He walked out of the tent and gave orders angrily.
He now hates smiles and happiness, especially when it appears on other people's faces.
Kitajima Takeo's voice can be heard twenty meters away.
"Inoue-kun, your chief?" Zeng Shui glanced over there, with a half-smile on his face.
"That is our acting commander, His Excellency Lieutenant Colonel Takeo Kitajima." The Japanese second lieutenant carefully returned Zeng Shui's certificate to him, raised his hand in a military salute: "The empire's military fortune is prosperous!"
"The empire's military fortune is prosperous!" Zeng Shui raised his hand in return. "Inoue-kun, after the war, I will treat you to a drink, sake from my hometown."
"Sake from my hometown!" A trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the Japanese second lieutenant. He lowered his head and muttered to himself: "Is there still a chance to drink it?"
For this defeated army, no one can know what their fate will be.
Just like Zeng Shui, who had successfully deceived the Japanese second lieutenant, he did not know how many Japanese invaders were on the road ahead, but he had to keep moving forward, no matter how difficult the road was.
The convoy passed by one after another on the road where the horses and barbed wire fences had been removed. Until the last car, Chen Yunfa smiled honestly and looked at the confused Kitajima Takeo.
Kitajima Takao's blank face suddenly froze, his mouth opened wide, like a convulsing patient, and he raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at the convoy.