Lost and Spy

Chapter 370

Rainy days make it more difficult for the defender to build fortifications.

However, it also buys them valuable time.

On October 10, the sky cleared.

The Japanese attack finally arrived.

Airplanes appeared over the battlefield.

Bombing, swooping and strafing, everything is used.

Japanese planes raged in the skies of China.Round after round, in conjunction with the almost crazy artillery on the ground, the Sichuan Army's position was constantly washed.

Casualties appeared almost in the first second.

No matter how others describe it, I can feel the shock and tragedy of war more than I am on the battlefield myself.

Meng Shaoyuan's ears were filled with the sound of explosions, curses, and screams...

He saw with his own eyes that a bomb fell into a position not far away, and with the roar, all seven or eight soldiers in this position were killed.

The 802 regiment had no artillery support at all, and the only thing they could do was to suffer silently.

Finally, the artillery fire began to extend.

The ground attack is imminent.

Ma Tianfeng, a soldier of the Sixth Company of the Second Battalion of the 802 Regiment of the Sichuan Army, and a member of the death squad.

He probably didn't look at the almanac when he went out, but he actually got a dead lottery.

A pack of dynamite lay aside.

He was smoking a cigarette viciously, cursing loudly in his mouth.

Starting from Xiaodongyang, he scolded his platoon commander, company commander, and battalion commander.In the end, Lin Xianghou, the head of the regiment, was also scolded.

Scolding Lin Xianghou for giving birth to a son without an ass hole, scolding Lin Xianghou for not having a good death, in short, scolding as bad as it sounds.

Lin Xianghou was right next to him, and he heard it sincerely, but he couldn't see the slightest sign of anger.

The documents of the 802 regiment carefully recorded in the notebook:

"September 26th in the year of Ding Chou, October 802th in the 27th year of the Republic of China. Ma Tianfeng of the [-] regiment, [-] years old..."

"The Orientals are coming up, the Orientals are coming up!"

The Japanese attack began.

On the front of the 802 regiment is the 7th Infantry Regiment of the Ninth Division of the Japanese Army under the command of Colonel Tomohiro Shiro.

A tank appeared on the battlefield showing off its might.

When the Battle of Songhu just broke out, it is true that some local miscellaneous troops had never seen this kind of iron bumps, and they would rush up and smash them hard with the butt of their guns, trying to smash open to see what was inside and why a lump of iron I can run by myself.

But as the war continued, everyone knew that this kind of iron bumps were called tanks, chariots, and armored vehicles. In short, no matter what they were called, they would definitely not be able to break open with gun stocks and engineering shovels.

There is only one way, to drill down into its belly with explosives.

And this method will be passed on by word of mouth among the troops.

The most effective, but also the most helpless way.

Therefore, the troops that go to the battlefield will always form a death squad as soon as possible, not to fight the Japanese with bayonets, but to really go to the tank to die.

"Brother, let's go!" Ma Tianfeng clasped his fists.

"Lin Xianghou, you are a melon, you are an old tire god!" Martin Feng threw the cigarette butt, yelled, then grabbed the dynamite bag, and roared:
"Little Dongyang, the son of a bitch, your father is fighting with you!"

He rushed out like an enraged leopard.

All the firepower on the position fires at the same time.

The submachine gun in Meng Shaoyuan's hand continued to spit out flames.

He knew his tears were about to come out.

Brother, go all the way!
Ma Tianfeng dexterously avoided the Japanese bullets and quickly approached the tank.

When he reached a certain distance, he lay down on the ground.

In his arms, he held the explosive package tightly.

The tank continued to advance as if no one else was around.

When the tracks were getting closer, Ma Tianfeng suddenly yelled:

"My god, your mother is an ancestor who shoveled!"

He pulled the fuse of the dynamite pack!
……

"boom"!
All the people witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

The iron guy got down.

Ma Tianfeng is gone.

just this.

"Pull it closer and call me again!"

Without Lin Xianghou's instructions, all the Sichuan Army brothers on the battlefield knew what to do.

The Japanese infantry moved closer and closer.

When entering the range, all light and heavy firepower of the 802 regiment opened fire at the same time.

Then, rows of grenades were thrown!

Smoke from the explosion rose.

"rush!"

With the help of the gunpowder, the brothers of the Sichuan Army rushed out of the position and were strangled with the Japanese army in an instant.

In the absence of artillery support and a serious shortage of firepower, rushing out and mixing with the Japanese to make the Japanese army's artillery advantage useless is the only best way they can choose.

The Japanese army did not panic, they were well-trained and good at fighting and stabbing.Under the rendering of Bushido spirit, each of them performed equally brave and extraordinary.

And those Sichuan Army brothers who were holding big knives had already been burned with hatred to the point of madness.

Even a timid person would have long forgotten the fear of death in such a scene!
Die, die today, and be a good man again in 18 years!
Without any fear, he pulled the bayonet away, and without delay, he went up close to the body and slashed down on the Japanese soldier's head.

In an instant, a head fell to the ground.

But before the Sichuan soldier could withdraw his knife, his vest suddenly felt cold.

A bayonet had already penetrated deeply into his body.

The soldier staggered two steps forward, wanting to turn around and continue fighting for his life, but he sighed deeply and fell slowly to the ground.

He shed the last drop of blood for the land of Shanghai.

He is a native of Sichuan, born in Sichuan and grew up in Sichuan. His ancestors have been like this for generations, and he has never left Sichuan.

I am afraid that without the War of Resistance, he would never have come to Shanghai in his life.

But when he came, he didn't appreciate the splendor of Shanghai, but left his 20-year-old life here.

"National calamity is at the head, and the Japanese invaders are ferocious. The rise and fall of the country, everyone has a share. I want to serve, but I have passed my age. Fortunately, I have a son, so I consciously volunteer. I will give you a flag and carry it with you at all times. Wipe the blood when you are injured, and wrap your body after death. Go forward bravely, don't fight Forget your duty!"

"I don't want you to be filial to me; I only want you to be loyal to the nation!"

It was the "death flag" given to his son by an old father before the Sichuan Army came out of Sichuan to fight against Japan!
This is also the belief that inspires every soldier of the Sichuan Army to fight to the end!
They did it.

I did it with my young life and loyal blood.

Meng Shaoyuan saw it.

He saw clearly.

He felt an unbelievable power burst out of his body.

The submachine gun in his hand roared frantically, and a string of tongues of flame desperately spewed at the rushing Japanese army.

A shuttle emptied of bullets, and before he had time to change the magazine, a Japanese soldier swung a bayonet and rushed towards him viciously.

Meng Shaoyuan dodged it, turned the handle of the gun upside down, and slammed it down on the Japanese man's head.

The other party's reaction was just as quick. When he lowered his head, the handle of the gun wiped his forehead and missed.

The distance between the two of them was very close, and all stabbing skills and grappling were useless. They yelled at each other, threw away their weapons and scuffled together.

Only now did Meng Shaoyuan know that when he was fighting with his life in close combat on the battlefield, those stepping punches and close uppercuts he had learned would be of no use at all.

That is, the two sides scuffle together, like two shrews fighting, how can they knock each other down!
The Japanese soldier bit down on Meng Shaoyuan's neck, almost on target, but he still bit him on the shoulder.

Meng Shaoyuan found that he didn't care about the pain from his shoulder.

Because compared to life and death, pain is nothing at this time.

Live, must live!
The Japanese soldier bit his shoulder desperately, getting so close.

Therefore, Meng Shaoyuan bit the neck right next to his mouth without hesitation.

"what!"

The pain in the neck and shoulders was completely different, and the Japanese soldier screamed.

It was precisely because of this that his mouth left Meng Shaoyuan's shoulder.

Meng Shaoyuan had no intention of letting go at all.

He found that a piece of meat from the Japanese soldier's neck had been bitten off by him.

Without any hesitation, he took another bite...

……

Meng Shaoyuan struggled to get up from the corpse.

On the ground, half of the neck of the corpse was almost bitten off.

Meng Shaoyuan's mouth was full of blood, like a vampire who just drank human blood.

This is the battlefield.

The most realistic battlefield.

Not romantic at all, just killing and gore.

It doesn't matter how you kill the enemy, what matters is that you are still alive.

Meng Shaoyuan is still alive.

But he found himself dying soon.

Another Japanese soldier rushed towards him with a bayonet.

At this time, Meng Shaoyuan was unarmed.

He could only watch helplessly as the gleaming bayonet pierced him.

Are you going to die here?

However, at the moment when the bayonet was about to hit Meng Shaoyuan's body, a head hit Meng Shaoyuan's body first.

The headless corpse of the Japanese soldier fell in front of Meng Shaoyuan.

Third Battalion Commander Wei Juchuan gasped with a big knife in his hand: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, you must not die, or my softie will be gone."

"No, no."

Meng Shaoyuan took a few steps forward, leaned over and picked up a big knife.

What Lin Xianghou said is correct, Sichuan soldiers have a big sword in their hands, and no one is rich.

But as long as there is a war, he can pick up the big sword on the battlefield at will.

There are corpses everywhere.

The 802nd Regiment Sichuan Army Brothers, all Japanese.

The cotton fields are full of severed limbs.

……

The Japanese attack was repulsed.

Miraculously repelled.

No one thought that the Sichuan army would have repelled the elite Japanese army armed to the teeth with such crude equipment.

But this is the beginning.

Before long, more crazy attacks will appear.

The position does not need to be repaired at all.

Those positions dug out temporarily have long been bombed to pieces.

What's the use of retouching?

Anyway, it will be blown up again in a while.

"Captain, Commander."

Peng Zesheng, the commander of the Second Battalion, rushed over in a hurry: "Correcting the Chinese first is not enough."

First Battalion Commander Xian Jiuhua lay there quietly, several blood holes on his body were "chug" oozing blood.

Seeing his regiment leader coming, he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say a word.The right hand with three broken fingers moved, and then he left this world with his eyes wide open.

This is the first day of defensive operations.

First battle!
The 802nd defended their positions, but one of their battalion commanders left them forever.

(End of this chapter)