When a fierce battle broke out in Nantong, Xu Rui and his party were rushing towards Fushan.
Marching in broad daylight can easily reveal your whereabouts, but Xu Rui couldn't care less.
Xu Rui was very worried about the safety of the battalion. He was worried that this unit, which had finally been brought out from the ruins of Wuxi and had finally become somewhat elite, would be gone.
The veteran underestimated the Japanese's revenge, but Xu Rui would never underestimate it at all.
Especially when the old soldier left slogans insulting Hirohito on the river beach, the Japanese would not give up. If nothing else happened, Matsui Iwane, an old Japanese, would definitely mobilize more troops and cross the river to the north of the river to encircle him.
Blocking the camp, in short, it is absolutely impossible for the Japanese to just let it go.
While walking, Junko Okahara suddenly stepped on the air and fell to the ground with a thud.
After marching for more than twenty miles, Junko Okahara finally couldn't hold on any longer. Women are women after all, and their physical strength is inherently incomparable to that of men.
But when Xu Rui's cold eyes glanced over, Junko Xiaoluhara immediately shuddered. While bowing to Xu Rui repeatedly, he struggled to stand up, but just halfway up, he fell hard again.
He fell to the ground, his right ankle felt a heartbreaking pain, and tears instantly overflowed from the corners of Okahara Jun's eyes.
Jiang Nan came over and gently took off Junko Okahara's boots and socks, and found that her ankle had swollen to the point of becoming a steamed bun.
Jiang Nan asked: "Did you hurt any bones?"
Junko Okahara shook her head and said with tears: "No, I just got a sprain."
Jiang Nan turned his gaze to Xu Rui and said, "Battle Commander Xu, please take a rest."
Xu Rui looked around and found that Hei Qi and Li Hai were already out of breath from exhaustion. He Shuya was even out of breath from the long and urgent march. His small face was pale, but his lips were starting to turn purple. This was extremely extreme.
It was a sign of exhaustion. It was obvious that He Shuya had been holding on to himself so that he did not fall down.
Although Xu Rui wanted to continue the forced march, he knew that it would never be possible without rest.
At that moment, Xu Rui said: "Rest where you are for fifteen minutes, and take the time to eat something."
Xu Rui gave the order, and everyone immediately cheered and then collapsed on the ground.
Jiang Nan helped Oluhara Junko sit down, took out a patch of ointment from the medicine box, and asked Cui Jiu to make a fire.
Cui Jiugang lit the fire, but Xu Rui walked over and stamped it out without explanation, saying: "Why make a fire? I think the little devil's reconnaissance plane can't find us."
Cui Jiu frowned, but did not dare to have an attack after all.
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes at Xu Rui and said coquettishly: "This Qu's Baiyao must be dissolved to be effective."
"Just apply cold compresses." Xu Rui glanced at Xiaolu Yuanjunzi and said, "Wait until night to apply hot compresses."
Jiangnan curled his lips and had no choice but to apply the ointment to Junko Okahara's swollen right foot. Junko Okahara quickly thanked Jiangnan.
Before Jiang Nan could pack up the medicine box, Xu Rui said, "Don't pack it up yet. Turn on the radio. I want to talk to you on the summit right away."
As he spoke, Xu Rui took out the radio from Jiangnan's backpack and quickly set up the antenna.
Jiang Nan rolled her eyes at Xu Rui. Although she was dissatisfied with Xu Rui's domineering style, she had nothing to do. She knelt down in front of the radio station, turned on the power, and pressed the buttons one by one to turn the dots and dashes into radio waves.
Send it out into the void in all directions: drip, drip, drip.
After a while, a familiar radio wave came from the earphones, and Shanghai responded.
"It's clear." Jiang Nan looked back at Xu Rui and said, "What do you want to say?"
Xu Rui said: "Your Fuxing Society must have monitored the Japs' communications. Please help me ask if there is any news about our camp among the Japs' communications that have been monitored."
Jiang Nan wrote down Xu Rui's words, translated them into dots and dashes, and then sent them out one by one.
After a while, the beeping sound came from the earphones again. Jiang Nan immediately took out his notebook, listening attentively, and writing down the dots and dashes one by one.
Then, Jiang Nan cut off the power, took off his headphones, and then translated the transcribed dots and dashes into lines of text according to the code book.
Xu Rui leaned down and asked: "How is the camp?"
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes at Xu Rui again and said angrily: "There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"
Xu Rui didn't give Jiang Nan this chance at all. He snatched the copy paper from her hand and took a closer look. He saw two lines written on the copy paper: The remnants of the temporary 79th Division have been surrounded by the Japanese Chongteng Detachment.
Nantong: Starting from tomorrow, the next three days will be rainy and snowy, and Japanese aviation will not be able to take off.
Seeing this, Xu Rui breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the battalion was not surrounded by the Japs in the open area, it would be fine. With the battalion's current equipment and combat effectiveness, the Japs would not be able to do anything to them in a short period of time in street fighting. No matter what, the battalion would not be able to do anything to them.
There would be absolutely no problem if he persisted until Xu Rui arrived in Nantong.
Dividing line
In Nantong, the war has just begun.
The Japanese's first wave of feint attacks was defeated by the veteran alone.
Then, the little devils began to retaliate with crazy firepower.
Rows of sulfur bombs and high-explosive bombs rained down on the city, turning the city into a sea of flames.
The veteran quickly led the battalion officers and soldiers back to the air-raid shelter, but six remaining soldiers were still killed. In addition, there were more than a dozen remaining soldiers injured to varying degrees. Again, artillery shells don't have eyes, and they won't do it because you are
The Chinese just fly around and fly to the side, and they won't just hit you on the head just because you are a Japanese.
This Japanese bombardment was extremely violent and lasted extremely long.
It took half an hour for the dense explosions to gradually become sparse.
And this also means that the Japanese infantry will launch an attack soon.
The veteran immediately led more than 200 remaining soldiers of the battalion to the outer positions.
Although the round of shelling just now was more violent and lasted longer than the previous one, the northwest wind also became stronger, and the smoke and dust covering the position quickly dissipated, and the field of view was actually better.
The veteran stood on the third-floor balcony of a half-collapsed bungalow, which was clearly visible from two thousand meters away.
About two thousand meters away, more than one squadron of Japanese soldiers were crowded together and rushing towards the outer defensive position of the battalion. Since the distance was still far away, these Japanese soldiers all straightened their backs and pressed forward carelessly with their 38-inch caps in hand.
Jin, obviously, the Japanese did not think that the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side could threaten them.
About a minute later, the Japanese entered the edge of the ruins.
More than 1,800 meters, almost the ultimate range of the 38-meter Gai
A ferocious murderous intention immediately bloomed in the corner of the veteran's mouth, "Come on, little devil, grandpa, I will take you back to Japan." At that moment, the veteran pulled the bolt of the gun and pushed a yellow, pointed copper-core bullet into the barrel of the gun, and then looked through the ruler to the door.
, aiming at the Japanese flag bearer in front with a plaster flag on his bayonet.
The veteran adjusted his breathing, put aside all distracting thoughts, and felt neither joy nor sorrow in his heart.
Then, the veteran's right index finger gently touched the infantry trigger, and slowly pressed it down little by little. At a certain moment, there was a sudden sound in the veteran's ears, and the jujube handle on his shoulder also shook slightly.
At the same time, a 6.5-caliber pointed copper-core bullet was already spinning at high speed and whizzing forward.
One thousand eight hundred meters away, the Japanese flag-bearer carried a plaster flag and walked forward with his back straight and carefree.
The Japanese flag-bearer was completely unaware that death was approaching him. At a certain moment, a dazzling cloud of blood burst out from behind the head of the Japanese flag-bearer. The short and stocky body of the Japanese flag-bearer trembled violently, and then he stepped back.
He collapsed suddenly, and until he died, the Japanese flag-bearer didn't even know how he died.
"Baga, spread out, spread out quickly, spread out"
"Beware of Chinese snipers, move forward"
"Heavy machine gun squad, fire cover, kill and change"
The sudden blow was like a stone thrown into a silent pond, causing ripples to appear in circles in an instant. The Japanese who were just walking forward carelessly spread out in all directions, forming a line more than a hundred meters wide.
They formed a wavy skirmish line, then bent down and made various tactical movements to quickly rush forward.
The heavy machine gun team responsible for fire support immediately mounted four Type 92 heavy machine guns on the commanding heights and fired aimlessly in the direction of the front. The purpose of fire support was not to kill the enemy, but to suppress the enemy's light and heavy firepower.
, covering our infantry's advance.
Seeing more than a hundred Japanese soldiers coming like a tide, the soldier's mouth turned into a sinister smile.
Come on, come on, everyone, the more you come, the better. Grandpa, I have prepared a good table for you.
"Hit, hit me hard, hit me hard." The veteran fired and roared at the remaining soldiers around him. Every time the veteran pulled the trigger, a Japanese soldier would fall to the ground in front of him. The sniper was
So domineering
"Young devil, I'm going to fuck your grandma." Heipi was so excited that he stood up from the trench holding the crooked gun and fired wildly at the front. However, the area spread by the crooked gun barrage was too large, and it was just four hundred meters away.
It was difficult to hit the target, so despite Heipi's lively fighting, only a handful of Japanese were killed or injured by him.
However, as the Japanese approached within 400 meters, the power of the machine gun began to become apparent.
But at the same time, the Japanese support firepower also came up, especially the Japanese grenades. Within four hundred meters, they basically hit wherever they pointed. The four crooked handles on the battalion position were quickly knocked off, and the black-skinned grenades were quickly knocked off.
He was also blown to the ground by a 50-caliber grenade. Fortunately, he survived, but he was a little confused, but he was not seriously injured.
The Japanese's fierce attack immediately increased the defensive pressure on the battalion.
However, the veterans had no intention of fighting the Japanese in the outer positions.
Seeing that the Japs were approaching within 100 meters, the veteran immediately ordered a retreat, and he personally held a crooked machine gun to cut off the enemy. Every time he saw that he was about to break away from the enemy, the veteran would stop and go crazy towards the Japs.
After firing a round, the veteran turned around and continued to retreat until the Japanese were attracted. As you chased me and fled, the Japanese who were originally far apart inevitably squeezed together due to terrain restrictions.
