In the large gantry formation where a group of veterans were laughing and joking, the young soldier slowly walked towards his veteran squad leader.
The closer he got, the more panicked he became.
Surprisingly, beside the veteran squad leader, there were only four of the faces he was most familiar with.
But his infantry squad was a complete infantry squad that was reorganized only ten days ago, with a total number of 14 people.
"Pillar!" A veteran who had served in the regiment's baggage company for four years, with a blood-stained bandage on his head, greeted him with a bitter look on his face.
"Deputy squad leader! Sit here!" Another private who was a soldier in the same year as him and was added to the squad from the battalion headquarters' cooking squad moved aside to make room.
The private's whole body was as dusty as a gopher, and his face was so blurred by gunpowder smoke and dust that he could hardly distinguish his features, but his eyes were glistening with tears, and his throat was throbbing, trying hard not to let the tears fall down.
Needless to say, the young soldier could feel the grief in his heart, and his heart felt even colder.
Trying his best to stay calm, he silently nodded to the people he was most familiar with. The young soldier turned his gaze to the veteran squad leader who had been smoking a cigarette with his head lowered, and asked softly: "Tongguo, how many brothers are injured?"
This was already the question he asked with the greatest hope while suppressing his grief.
There are 14 people in the class, including him and the 5 people here, there are only 6 people, and there are 8 people left. The battle is less than an hour. It is still a defensive battle, and the death rate should not be so high.
It would be okay if he was injured, at least he would still have a chance to live.
In the evening, all the seriously wounded will be transported to Songjiang City through residential areas. Before the Japanese army completely encircles Songjiang, they may be transported to the original headquarters of the 43rd Army by carriage or truck one step ahead.
However, his wish finally came true.
"No one was injured. The battalion commander strictly ordered that those who were not seriously injured were not allowed to leave the fire line. Except for the five of us, and Tiedan and Persimmon, who I ordered to help carry the wounded, the rest were all dead.
Lao Xia was killed by a Japanese machine gun, Hanwazi was killed by a Japanese grenade... and Xiaoyu, who had a broken leg, could have escaped death, but he said it was not a serious injury.
He refused to leave, and eventually he bled dry and died.
There are still half of our class." The veteran squad leader lowered his eyes and said in a voice that sounded almost like a mosquito.
The young soldier stood motionless as if struck by lightning.
In Dachang Town, his infantry squad had 12 people who had been with him day and night for more than a year, and only he and the squad leader were left. In the two days after the war, he couldn't sleep every night, and his mind was full of their pockmarked faces.
, that experience was extremely painful.
Now, will similar pain happen again?
This kind of pain of constantly losing comrades is still too difficult to accept for a soldier who has just learned a lot from the war.
Not to mention him, judging from the silence of the veteran who had been in the army for more than 10 years, the blow was extremely heavy.
Because, in the warlord civil war in Sichuan Province that veterans are familiar with, there has never been such a phenomenon.
The war pattern he was familiar with was that whoever wins just goes with it. Sometimes after a battle, not to mention the dead, the few injured fell into the ditch in the chaos, sprained their ankles or broke their legs.
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But now, it's different.
This is a war with invaders, and it is also a war with aliens. Failure means being massacred and the country will be exterminated, just like the nomads invaded the Central Plains hundreds of years ago. And if you want to win, you need to make enough sacrifices.
Whether new soldiers or veterans, they must learn in this war, learn to accept, and accept farewell.
It is very possible that your comrades and you will not be able to wait for the day of victory.
But then, so what!
Major Battalion Commander Liu Zhenshan, who only commanded an infantry company, sat blankly under the city wall and smoked silently.
The casualties were too great. In the first battle alone, the casualties of the infantry company he had just collected reached one-third, and the Japanese had just arrived with an infantry brigade. If they had just arrived with an infantry regiment,
Or what to do with an infantry brigade?
Now that he has been ordered to come here, the major battalion commander, who has left his last words to his wife at the military headquarters, has long given up on living, but this does not mean that he hopes that he and his subordinates will be wiped out so quickly.
The fall of Cangcheng meant that the Japanese army would reach the foot of Songjiang City without any scruples.
Those were 100,000 Japanese troops! Under such a violent attack, could the brothers in Songjiang City be able to defend it? It didn't matter if he and his brothers died, was there not even one person who could go home to report the news?
Not even being able to send back news of his death would be such a torture to his wife who is waiting at home! This is what the major and battalion commander is most worried about.
However, the soldiers under the city wall, whether they are silent now or putting on smiles and arranging dragon gate formations, actually have one purpose, to persist in living.
The first battle in Cangcheng showed cruelty to the Chinese officers and soldiers.
What Tang Dao received was a battle damage report from two major battalion commanders and a fire support company captain.
On the 1st Battalion of the 644th Regiment of the 67th Army, 86 people were killed and 19 were seriously injured. The 3rd Company of the 43rd Army lost 39 people and 9 were seriously injured. The fire support company had 17 people killed and 6 were seriously injured.
In just one battle, nearly a quarter of the entire army was lost. Even though Tang Dao had already experienced the brutal Four Elements Battle, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
He did not expect that the Japanese artillery could bombard the enemy without restraint, and that the defenders who also had strong walls would suffer such heavy losses.
That also means that with a few more attacks of this intensity, the troops in Cang City will be almost exhausted.
Tang Dao and the two major battalion commanders were heartbroken after counting the battle losses.
In fact, as the attacker, Major Junichi Watanabe's mood was far gloomier than that of several Chinese commanders.
His worries finally came true.
The castle, which was much smaller than Jinshan County, withstood a more terrifying bombardment than Jinshan County, but its counterattack was more violent than Jinshan County.
Not only is the opponent's courage no less than that of the Jinshan County defenders, but the opponent's equipment is much stronger than the opponent who was already known as a tough opponent yesterday.
Not only do they have mortars conventionally equipped by the Chinese army, but they also have machine guns that can shoot horizontally to threaten the 89 tanks. The remains of two 89 tanks are still smoking in the ruins.
Moreover, the firepower of the Chinese light and heavy machine guns was far beyond his imagination, and they were also equipped with a large number of grenade launchers. Among the Chinese military, only the Northeast Army, which had learned from their experience, was equipped with a large number of them.
The vast majority of Chinese people despise the Northeastern Army because of the September 18th Incident, but only Japanese officers like Junichi Watanabe know how terrifying the Northeastern Army is.
If it hadn't been for some big shots in China who had a brain attack that caused the 300,000-strong Northeastern Army to retreat without a fight, it would have been absolutely impossible for the Kwantung Army to occupy the entire Northeast with only 100,000 troops. They simply picked up a big bargain as if they had won a lottery.
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Seeing the battle damage reports collected by the brigade deputy from each infantry squadron, Jun Watanabe almost burst into tears.
If the brigade deputy was not the brother of the wife of the co-captain, he would have wanted to yell at him at that moment: Have you graduated from junior high school? You must have added the wrong number!
In less than an hour of attack, 328 Imperial Army soldiers were lost. Can you believe it? That’s not counting the loss of the two tanks of the division’s tank squadron.
Doesn't that mean that if there are two more battles with the same intensity as today, the designation of the 1st Infantry Battalion can be cancelled?
However, except for a very small number of Japanese infantry bodies that were shattered into fertilizer on Chinese land due to being hit by grenades or mortars, the vast majority of Japanese infantry remains were dragged back.
More than 300 corpses covered with white cloth were parked in the wilderness of Jiangnan, China, turning the Japanese major's eyes cold.
Deep down in my heart, I felt even colder.
So many imperial warriors have been killed. Your Excellency, the division commander, should be relieved of his anger!
But obviously, he was wrong.
Suematsu Shigeharu, who arrived at the front line, used a few big mouths to knock off all the luck of Junichi Watanabe to Hokkaido.
"1st Infantry Brigade, continue, attack again!"
Fighting at night was a rare experience for the Japanese army.
"The Japanese are crazy!" The two lieutenant generals at the head of Songjiang City looked at the meteor shower falling across the sky towards Songjiang with solemn expressions...
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