Ueno moved his ears and did hear an unusual sound, but it was more of the sound of rain. The sound was so loud that even the sound of heavy rain could not cover up the sound.
"It sounds like the sound of cannon fire. We are ready to attack. Are you conducting a test firing in advance?"
The other army officer next to him had a slightly more sensitive ear and suddenly said something, but as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise next to him, and the "wall" he had just built exploded. He was resting behind it.
Several soldiers were directly buried.
Immediately afterwards, they were also hit next to them. The artillery shells built by the Japanese were not strong at all and could block rifle and machine gun fire. However, they had no effect in front of the 75mm mountain cannon. A shell passed by and hit the target more than 20 meters away.
The long sandbag wall collapsed directly.
In addition to the Japanese soldiers buried below, some Japanese soldiers were directly killed. Some soldiers who were a little far away had not yet realized what had happened, but they were holding a severed arm in their hands and were stunned in place.
"Enemy attack!"
"Bombardment!"
"Where to have sex!"
Some uninjured soldiers quickly got up and shouted loudly, but some officers stood up and rushed to the headquarters a little behind, wanting to know if their own people had deflected the shells and landed on their own people.
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Two artillery shells destroyed the more than 20-meter-long sandbag wall, and the impact was not just that. After the wall collapsed, the ceiling also began to collapse, and about one or two hundred soldiers at the front were buried underneath.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Another series of explosions sounded. This time it was a grenade. The grenade fell on the top of the wooden boards and exploded the top. Most of the soldiers buried underneath were affected, and most of them were blown up.
hurt.
On the first floor of Sihang Warehouse, after a round of shelling, Yu Zhiqian and others did not know what happened specifically. However, Yu Zhiqian turned his ear and listened and heard the explosion. So he must have hit the target.
"Reload the cannon, hit!"
Everyone believed Yu Zhiqian's words and immediately reloaded two artillery shells and continued the bombardment.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"..."
A total of twenty artillery shells were fired. Yu Zhiqian called for a stop and the remaining artillery shells continued to stay until the weather improved. Grenadier Yu Zhiqian asked them to carry out deep bombing, starting from 120 meters and continuing back.
The shelling distance was adjusted to one hundred and fifty, one hundred and seventeen, and two hundred, and nearly fifty or sixty shells were fired.
When Yu Zhiqian and others stopped the bombardment, the entire forward position built by the Japanese had been blown to pieces. The position that looked good before was now in tatters, and wounded soldiers could be seen everywhere wailing.
Various corpses of Japanese soldiers were buried under the sandbags, some with half of their bodies exposed, and some with only one hand. After the collapse of these sandbags and bunkers, some waterlogged areas were formed, which were already stained red with blood, and everywhere around them was covered with water.
It's one blood-red puddle after another.
Some of the Japanese officers were injured, some were injured, and some stood there confused, not knowing what was going on. Some officers even cursed their own artillery units, why they fired at the wrong position.
Because these officers still don’t know who hit them. If it was the Chinese army, why were the Chinese army’s guns not pulled out before and only now? Is the British supporting them from the other side of the Suzhou River?
Various questions echoed in the minds of Japanese officers, and soon what happened at the front line quickly reached Sanbei's ears. Sanbei's first reaction was that the artillery fired the wrong gun. After calling him,
, after confirming that the artillery did not fire, his face was gloomy. Then there are only two possibilities, either the Chinese army has artillery but has not used it.
There is another possibility of support from the British, but this possibility is not very high, but it has been considered. However, while Sanbei was thinking about the problem, Masaki Ito walked in with someone wearing a raincoat.
"Your Excellency General!"
Sanbei immediately walked quickly to the door and bowed. Ito Masaki looked at Sanbei and sat in his seat: "Sanbei, how is the construction of your forward position? When did it happen?
Prepare to attack the Chinese army’s positions!”
After listening to his boss's question, Sanbei lowered his head and tidied up his desk: "Sir, something happened!"
"Um?"
The last thing Ito Masaki wanted to hear right now was that something happened. He stared at Sanbei: "What happened!"
"Our forward position encountered artillery fire, and all the buildings we just built were blown up. I suspect that the British may have provided artillery support, but it is also possible that the Chinese army has always had artillery, but has not used it!"
"Take me to see it!"
"Sir, the Chinese army may have artillery, it's better for you to stay here, just in case, just in case!"
Sanbei didn't dare to speak. Ito Masaki just glanced at him and walked out. Sanbei was a little helpless, having to deal with such a boss, so he could only follow behind him and at the same time notify his messengers and the front line.
Prepare the position.
When Ito Masaki came to the front line, the front line positions were slightly repaired, but the front lines were full of holes after being bombarded and the wounded soldiers could not recover immediately. When Ito Masaki came to visit, his face did not look good.
"How are our soldiers' casualties now?" Masaki Ito looked at the three soldiers beside him.
Sanbei had received the data from his subordinates before: "The casualties are not large, 130 people were killed, 316 people were slightly injured, and 38 people were seriously injured!"
"idiot!"
As soon as Sanbei finished speaking, Ito Masaki slapped this guy in the face: "This is called a small casualty? You know that we never suffered such heavy casualties in a day of fighting with a division of the Chinese army on the Songhu battlefield.
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After Sanbei was slapped, he immediately lowered his head. His attitude of admitting his mistake was very good. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak. Masaki Ito glanced around and said: "Soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Empire, every casualty belongs to the empire."
Blood, I have asked a brigade from the battlefield wing to provide support from behind, and I hope you can capture the Four Lines Warehouse as soon as possible!"
"Hayi!"
The three soldiers and guards were bent at ninety degrees, and they were complaining about this in their hearts. Compared with the previous casualties, the casualties this time were really not that big. A previous attack would have resulted in thousands of casualties. Now it adds up. Only a few hundred people.
However, Sanbei did not dare to speak and could only lower his head. After Ito Masaki finished scolding him, he briefly inspected and left the front line. Sanbei also began to get busy. A squadron of tanks, thirty Many tanks came over, and Sanbei knew that this was his last chance. If he didn't perform well again, he might really commit suicide.
The rain kept falling, but the intensity became lighter. The heavy rain only lasted for a while. Now the intensity of the rain began to turn into heavy rain, and finally moderate rain, and finally the visibility began to increase.
Yu Zhiqian was observing the Japanese positions in the distance with a telescope on the roof. Xie Jinyuan was beside him, observing the distance together. Looking at the bombed Japanese positions in the distance, he breathed a sigh of relief: "The devil's plan failed again!"
"Yes. Fortunately, sir, you discovered the problem in advance. Otherwise, we might be in trouble now!" Miracle hook.
Day and night, an average of more than a thousand people were killed and more than a thousand were injured. When this data was reported, the superiors called to confirm it repeatedly. I couldn't believe it. You must know that the Chinese army and Japanese soldiers were advancing in the Battle of Songhu. The battle loss ratio was thirty to one, or even more. If one thousand Japanese soldiers were killed, thirty thousand Chinese soldiers would die.
But now, more than 40 people have been sacrificed and more than a thousand Japanese soldiers have been killed, more than 1,300 to be precise, but this man doesn't feel anything, as if it is natural.
The thing in his hand has always made him feel incredible. A rifle that can fire continuously and single-point. After installing a scope, it can actually be like a telescope, pointing where to hit, and shooting one enemy at a time. In addition, there are A night vision device that allows you to see clearly at night.
That thing called a camera, although Yu Zhiqian said it was a new camera from abroad, Xie Jinyuan didn't believe it. He was not a top soldier under his command. He also went to Whampoa Military Academy and met many foreigners. This thing was definitely not an ordinary thing.
And after discovering that this thing could capture Japanese action pictures and sounds, Xie Jinyuan was even more certain that this thing was no ordinary thing, maybe it was a magic weapon of an immortal, and Yu Zhiqian and others were the immortals sent by the above to save the Chinese people.
Although this idea is a bit nonsense, the performance of Yu Zhiqian and others made Xie Jinyuan have to believe it, so he looked at Yu Zhiqian with a look of admiration and enthusiasm.
"What's wrong?"
Feeling the hot gaze next to him, Yu Zhiqian turned to look at Xie Jinyuan and found that something was wrong with the guy's eyes now, so he subconsciously tightened his clothes a little bit.
"Sir, are you a god?" Xie Jinyuan asked a question that he had wanted to ask Yu Zhiqian for a long time. After Yu Zhiqian heard it, he was stunned for a moment: "How can you have such a question?"
"Because, because, the weapons you used, the camera, and..." Xie Jinyuan told Yu Zhiqian with some hesitation. After hearing this, Yu Zhiqian laughed, shook his head, and looked at Xie Jinyuan: "No! "
"So, who are you, sir?"
Yu Zhiqian sighed and took Xie Jinyuan back to the sixth floor. He found a place where no one was and took out cigarettes: "Lao Xie, what should I say? You may not believe it when I say it. It is a good thing to know less, but you If you ask, I can tell you, but I want to ask you, do you really want to know?"
Xie Jinyuan nodded: "I think, otherwise if something happens, I won't even know who the comrades I have fought with are, and I will die in peace!"
Yu Zhiqian smiled and looked at the ceiling: "I don't know how to tell you, Lao Xie, have you ever thought about what China will be like in the future?"
"In the future? I don't know. Now I just want to drive the little devil out!" Xie Jinyuan didn't understand what Yu Zhiqian meant. He thought Yu Zhiqian was asking about his dreams. Xie Jinyuan's current ideals are the same as those of millions of Chinese people. Get rid of little Japan.
"The little Japanese will definitely be driven away. For eight years, we fought the war of resistance for eight years, and the little Japanese surrendered!"
Xie Jinyuan didn't react at first. When Xie Jinyuan reacted, his eyes widened: "Sir, you are really a god. You know what will happen in the future!"
This is a normal reaction, not a drama. Here is a line at the beginning, comrades, the arduous eight-year war of resistance has begun! A group of people immediately shouted various slogans, are the per capita gods? Travelers, know that it will take eight years to fight war of resistance?
Yu Zhiqian smiled: "I am not a god, I just came from the future. We fought for eight years and the Japanese were driven out. We are all your descendants and have all become soldiers. That Yan Qi, he It was in 1983, and this year is only 1937. He is from Guangzhou, maybe you and his grandfather even know each other!"
After hearing this, Xie Jinyuan froze on the spot, rubbing his hands together and not knowing what to say. He held it in for a long time and said: "Sir, I don't know anyone named Yan!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Yu Zhiqian laughed, then took a long drag on his cigarette and looked at Xie Jinyuan: "Why don't you ask me about your future affairs?"
Xie Jinyuan smiled: "I don't know, and I don't want to know. As long as the Japanese are driven away, our country and our nation are still there!"
Yu Zhiqian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then nodded. People in this era are really simple and honest. They can abandon their lives for one thing, for the sake of the nation and the country. This is something that future generations will lack, but Yu Zhiqian also believes that future generations will People, like themselves, do not lack patriotism, but they do not show it because the country is stable and strong.
But one day, when the country needs them, they will stand up. When the country is in danger, these people will behave like Xie Jinyuan now, regardless of the future, life or death, just for the sake of the nation and country. Keep it going!
"Sir, after eight years of fighting, how many people have we lost?"
"More than 20 million, maybe more than 30 million, too many, there is no way to count them!" When he said this, Yu Zhiqian fell silent for a moment and looked at Xie Jinyuan: "You are one of them!"
After hearing this, Xie Jinyuan didn't have any other reaction. Instead, he laughed, which surprised Yu Zhiqian. Xie Jinyuan took a long puff of cigarette, and then coughed twice: "I'm among them, it's pretty good." Yes, as a soldier, being shrouded in horse leather is the best destination. Sir, I didn’t surrender to the enemy, did I?”
"What are you thinking about? Thank you Jinyuan. In the future, these brothers will be heroes. In the future, there will be a road in Jing'an District, the magic city, called Jinyuan Road!"
