More than six hours had passed since the fierce battle outside Songjiang City, and the already hazy sky was now even more invisible.
In the underground pipeline at the west gate of Songjiang City, there were more than an infantry battalion of soldiers lining up. However, none of them had long guns or any heavy weapons.
Standing in the front row is a team of almost 100 people. Each person has a flower trap with the most equipment in the Chinese army hanging around his neck. There are 4 imitation Third Reich-style long grenade bags inserted in the chest and back.
Hand grenade, and there are six magazines in the armed belt tied to the chest, four on the chest, one on each side, and one on the flower mechanism, a total of seven magazines for each person, and they are still
The 32-round long magazine that the Chinese like most, in terms of bullets alone, everyone is equipped with almost 220 rounds, which is twice as many as the 100 rounds of ammunition that the 43rd Army issued to each infantryman for this battle.
The person standing in the back, although not equipped with a machine gun, was also carrying a shell gun, and also carried at least 8 long-handled grenades and hanging magazines. The appearance was somewhat similar to the military work teams behind enemy lines photographed by the Republic decades in the future.
, all are short weapons among light weapons, not a single long gun or machine gun.
The soldiers all stood with their heads held high because their lieutenant general, division commander, and chief of staff were walking past them.
After the entire queue of generals stood at attention, the loud voice of the Army Lieutenant General striding toward the center rang out in the pipe. Perhaps because he was underground, the Army Lieutenant General did not have so many scruples. He almost exhausted himself.
All your strength.
"Brothers, the 152nd Regiment beat the Japanese hard on the bank of the Huangpu River, and the Songjiang Security Group beat the Japanese hard again outside Songjiang City. Now, it's our turn to beat the Japanese. Are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid, I'll beat the son of a turtle to death!" the soldiers agreed in a loud voice.
"Haha! Okay, brothers, as long as you have this confidence. This time, I, Lao Guo, have gathered all the submachine guns and rifles of the 43rd Army, including the 2nd Company of the Independent Regiment Police Reconnaissance Battalion and the Songjiang Security Regiment, and handed them over to you. How many can you kill?
Japs, it’s up to you. My request is very simple. I don’t ask for any positions to be conquered. I just charge into the Japs’ positions and kill their idiots. Just kill every one I see.” The rough voice of Army Lieutenant General continued in the pipe.
"However, I would like to remind you guys one thing. When you receive the signal to retreat, come back to me immediately. There are many battles. If you are bombarded by a little devil, don't do it when you get to the Lord of Hell."
You scold me for not caring about you. Remember this! It’s dark and you can’t tell the difference between us and the enemy. The command is from your ancestors. If you respond to the command, I’ll beat you to death!”
"Haha! Yes!" The army lieutenant general's very down-to-earth instructions and the passwords for identifying the enemy and ourselves not only amused the officers and soldiers who lined up to fight, but even Yu Xiancheng and Wang Gongyu, who had serious expressions on the side, laughed.
This password is too confidential, especially the Sichuan accent. Even if the Japanese listen to it, they cannot imitate it.
"Sir, we Songjiang people don't speak the Sichuan dialect you speak!" A sergeant wearing a security regiment uniform summoned the courage to ask.
"You're a melon, can you speak Songjiang dialect?"
"Of course I will!"
“Listen to it in Songjiang dialect!”
"The black cloth..."
I guess it was a bit difficult for this person to translate the unique Sichuan dialect in Wu Nong's soft language, so it took me a while to figure it out.
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The Army Lieutenant General learned the thick Sichuan accent several times, almost making the surrounding Songjiang people laugh out loud.
"It's done. Songjiang people speak Songjiang dialect, and Sichuan people speak Sichuan dialect. As long as it's not the Japs' dialect, it's fine. A smart man like me can't learn it after a long time of learning, let alone a kid." The Army Lieutenant General was not annoyed either.
Instead, he smiled and said.
The officers and soldiers of the Songjiang Security Regiment and the 43rd Army Pistol Battalion who were preparing to participate in the attack nodded. The commander was right. No matter where the local dialect is, the Japanese don't know it. At least most Japanese don't know it. The most commonly used
They are still talking about the northern dialect of China! Let alone the southern Chinese dialect.
Yes, the people who used the cover of night to re-enter the battlefield this time were neither the 152nd Regiment responsible for the defense of Xicheng nor the Songjiang Security Regiment that had just fought a bloody battle. They were mainly from the pistol battalion directly under the jurisdiction of the 43rd Army Military Headquarters, which was actually a guard battalion.
Finish.
However, their equipment of submachine guns and shell guns was still limited, so they temporarily borrowed 50 flower machine submachine guns from the Lei Xiong Infantry Company, borrowed 50 shell guns from the Songjiang Security Group, and seconded 50 sergeants who were familiar with the terrain to serve as
Guide to over 20 infantry squads.
The force of less than 400 men is equipped with more than 100 submachine guns and more than 300 shell guns. Many of them even have one person and two guns. Their short-range firepower has almost reached the pinnacle on the domestic battlefield.
Moreover, the officers and soldiers of the pistol battalion also carry a large knife on their back, which is one of the standard equipment of the 43rd Army pistol battalion. In order to make up for the shortcomings of close combat. At the same time, each soldier has a bright white towel wrapped around his arm.
That is also the most important basis for distinguishing ourselves from the enemy in the dark night. Whether it is earthy yellow or dark blue, it is basically the same in the dark night. It can only be distinguished by the white that can be seen in the occasional flash of bright light.
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The password, when the soldiers are on the verge of life and death, is there still time to shout it?
After a brief training, the guides of the pistol battalion and the security group re-entered the battlefield through the underground pipeline. The Leixiong Infantry Company also marched towards Cangcheng with submachine guns. Their mission was to regain Cangcheng.
Yes, the Songjiang frontline headquarters that made this plan wanted to make the efforts of the Japanese army the previous day in vain and return the battlefield situation to daytime.
Sakai Tokutaro may have imagined that there would be a tunnel under Kurura Castle, but he never thought that the tunnel would be so long...
There are ruins and holes left by artillery and aerial bombs everywhere in Cangcheng. They all look the same. The Japanese soldiers of an infantry squadron stationed there worked hard for most of the night and did not dig even three feet into the ground.
To get out of the underground pipes buried deep underground, we can only rest for the time being.
They didn't expect that the Chinese would rush out of the ground only about 40 minutes after they fell asleep, and all of them were armed with submachine guns. In one shuttle, more than ten rounds of unreasonable submachine guns were fired at less than fifty meters away.
It can suppress several rifles at a distance, not to mention dozens of submachine guns.
An infantry squadron in Cangcheng City was beaten like a dog, and the six infantry squadrons in the outer area of Songjiang City were also having a hard time. Their sentries focused all their attention on the direction of the city wall. How could they know that someone was coming out from behind their butts?
Give yourself such a harsh blow?
In particular, the searchlight unit, which was supposed to be the safest at the rear, first became the front line. The small number of guard posts were immediately sieved by the violently fired submachine guns and shell guns. In the dark night, they became the front line again.
In the world of Chinese soldiers with guides, even hiding in trenches is not safe. The Chinese can hide in houses and ruins and throw grenades in the direction of the trenches. As a result, light and heavy machine guns dare not fire at will and cannot find the target.
Said that if you shoot randomly, you will be targeted by countless grenades.
The flares also didn't work. The short stay in the air was not enough for the Japanese army to find the Chinese hiding in the ruins. Moreover, they also used the captured searchlights to shine on the Japanese trenches. They were surrounded by darkness and couldn't see anything. Only themselves were exposed.
Under the searchlight, it felt like being naked in the ice and snow.
The Japanese troops were completely stunned by the constant attacks from grenades everywhere. They simply stopped hiding in the trenches and were beaten. Instead, they entered the ruins and houses in small groups. It was safer to hide.
As everyone knows, they will die faster that way. Unfamiliar with the terrain, they can only scurry around in the houses like headless flies. The one-meter-long Sanba cover is even more cumbersome. If they are not careful, they will be trapped in the narrow alleys and
The door of the house was stuck, especially the cowhide boots with iron nails embedded in the soles of their feet. No matter how careful they were, the sound of heavy footsteps was so obvious. These were the distinguishing features of being swept over by submachine guns and shell guns at any time.
What's even more terrible is that when the two teams met unexpectedly in the dark night, even the Japanese soldiers themselves didn't know whether they were friends or foes a few meters away, but the Chinese quickly opened fire in less than two seconds after yelling, and fired first.
The one with the gun naturally had the upper hand. The Japanese army never understood until their death how the Chinese could tell the difference between the enemy and ourselves in such a short period of time. Even if it was a password, they had to wait for the password to be answered!
But they don't know that Sichuanese swear words like this are almost always spoken by the Sichuanese without going through the brain at all, so what kind of reaction is needed?
Tokutaro Sakai, who was awakened from his light sleep by the sound of gunshots, had slightly red eyes. The Chinese people were bolder than he imagined, and they actually started to fight back at this time. But the terrible thing was that the front line could only ask for help, and there was no way to provide any help.
Given the specific strength of the enemy's troops, should he put all his infantry into it and face the daring Chinese to encircle and annihilate them? Or should he mobilize artillery groups to provide artillery support to the six infantry squadrons on the front line?
Obviously, that was all wrong. In the pitch-black night, he had no idea how many troops the opponent had. Rushing in troops might lead to greater losses. It would be even stupider to order the artillery to fire. Soldiers from both sides were fighting each other in a crisscross manner.
A burst of artillery fire could cover six infantry squadrons. If he dared to do this, no matter whether he lost or won the battle, he would have to be sent to the dock of the military court after the war.
As the gunfire intensified, the calls for support from the front became more and more urgent. Although it was painful, Tokutaro Sakai finally had to issue a military order for the entire army to retreat. Since he did not dare to compete with the Chinese in this dark night
, then we can no longer waste time with the Chinese in this dark night. The earlier we retreat, the smaller the losses will be.
When morning came, Sakai Tokutaro was so depressed that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood as he looked through his telescope toward the direction of Kurajo where the Blue Sky and White Sun Flag had been raised again.
The lives of more than a thousand imperial officers and soldiers were lost in vain, and a day's battle was fought in vain. After just one night, the battle situation returned to what it was before the war began. Cangcheng belonged to the Chinese, and the positions outside Songjiang City still belonged to the Chinese.
In addition, he also gave away a field trench that took thousands of imperial officers and soldiers three hours of hard work to dig out, and more than 2,000 meters of barbed wire.
Baga! The world is ruined...
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