Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 24 We Don't Blame! (Ask for a recommended monthly ticket for a reward!)
What really made them desperate was that two flares suddenly hit the sky above the two infantry squads under Kurokawa Weaving who started to set up guns and grenade cylinders, ready to kill the crazy Chinese.

At that moment, when the snow-white light suddenly sprinkled on the face of the Japanese lieutenant like the light of a falling star, he was thrown into chaos again.

What's the situation?
I don't seem to have given an order to put a flare on top of his head!
"It's our people!"

"It's Guo Jun who is beating the devils!"

"Come and see!"

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The moment the Japanese lieutenant didn't understand what was going on in his head, a huge noise came from the concession on the opposite side.

Many people probably haven't figured out what's going on in the concession.

The concession was a place where the Western world took advantage of the weakness of the giant, China, to seek leases from the weak and incompetent Qing government at that time. It was basically used for businessmen and some diplomats and their families who came to China for business and money from dozens of powerful Western countries.

It is equivalent to a country within a country, which is one of the evidences of the weakness and incompetence of the government at that time, and it is also a shame for the entire nation.

But in this sudden war, Songhu, a settlement established by several Western countries, has become the only shelter for Chinese refugees.

Because of the outbreak of the war in northern China, many refugees from the north fled to Songhu, and some people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang also fled to Songhu. Unexpectedly, the war broke out in Songhu on August 8.

More than a million refugees can only continue to flee.

Under the fire of the Japanese army, countless refugees had nowhere to go and could only pour into the concession on a large scale.

Records show that during the war, more than 40 refugees poured into the settlement, which was just a line away from the battlefield.

Refugees who have lost all means of production will be deprived of food and clothing for the next four years. I don't know how many people died on the bustling street corners of the concession because of starvation and cold, which became the most unbearable scene of that era.

But at least this moment, they escaped the Japanese artillery and bullets.

The movement on the north bank of Suzhou River has already alarmed the people sleeping on the street corners. They tried their best to look towards the opposite bank, but they could only see the darkness, the scarlet trajectory drawn by the bullets, and the occasional terrifying howl.

This has become numb to ordinary people who have been listening to the progress of the war on the radio but keep hearing about the defeat.

A middle-aged man who was wrapped in thin blankets and shrunk in the corner closed his eyes in pain, and the turbid tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

The woman huddled beside him quietly covered the ears of the child who had opened her eyes. She was afraid that the child would hear the unwilling roar of her own soldiers before they died.

They know that this must be the Japanese who are chasing down their own troops who have been left alone or have lost their establishment. This situation has been staged several times before their eyes.

I don't know how many of the fallen soldiers were found from the ruins by the ferocious Japanese, and then shot and killed one by one in front of countless people.

Those young soldiers, they are failures, but they are also children, husbands, fathers!
Are the Japanese now impatient to show their cruelty again?Even the night became so restless.

Listening to this movement, at least dozens or hundreds of people are shooting!I don't know how many Chinese good sons are going to die under the guns of Japanese pirates.

In fact, at the moment before the flares were lit, the northern bank of Suzhou River did not know how many pairs of eyes were peeking at the battlefield, and how many people were praying silently.

However, when the three flares fell slowly, illuminating the battlefield more than 300 meters away, everyone was stunned for a moment.

The shit yellow military uniform that was suppressed in the battlefield and couldn't hold his head up was.
Japanese?
The dark blue military uniform carrying a submachine gun and spitting flames in the ruined fortifications is.
own people?
The battlefield was completely different from what they had imagined. The refugees sleeping wrapped in clothes in the corner of the high-rise buildings in the Suzhou Creek Concession stayed for at least 2 minutes until they rubbed their eyes desperately and finally determined that they were not dreaming.

They cheered and jumped, throwing away the rags and thin quilts on their bodies that could withstand the autumn wind, stood up from the corner, and even rushed to the river bank as someone ignored the danger of stray bullets.

They have to watch and beat the devil.

Then, another two flares were fired into the sky, and two groups of black and yellow feces on the left and right were already gearing up to set up machine guns and grenade launchers, which made the hearts of the excited Chinese people on the river bank suddenly cool.

"You guys, run away! It's not that you can't do it, it's because there are too many Japanese pirates!"

The middle-aged man who stood up from the corner and wore a tattered long gown with a pale face, burst into tears, and screamed at the opposite side desperately.

"Run, we don't blame you!" Some youths in school uniforms shouted along with them.

Really, they don't blame it.

Songhu was fought for almost three months, and nearly 700,000 Chinese army elites filled this huge flesh and blood mill, with more than 300,000 casualties;
The few naval ships sank in the Yangtze River to prevent the Japanese navy from going up the Yangtze River;

The weak air force was almost completely lost over Songhu. It was not that they were not brave enough, but the strength gap was too large. They had 300 aircraft, while the Japanese army had more than 2000 aircraft.

All this, right under the eyes of the people, in the month before the war, fighter planes were beaten into a ball of fire in the air almost every day, and almost every day, fighter planes slammed into the Japanese positions with black smoke.
Guys, you are brave enough, but you still can't win.

That is really unwinnable!Although the Japanese army dispatched only 30 troops, they also dispatched three fleets with two aircraft carriers, several cruisers and more than 2000 fighter planes. The number of various types of artillery they possessed was more than ten times that of the Chinese army.

Often a 200-caliber naval gun fell, and a young man of more than 100 infantrymen who was alive and kicking was turned into a powder.

They really did their best!
At that time, although China had a huge population base of 6000 million, it was more than eight times the population of Japan's main island of [-] million, and it had dozens of times the land area of ​​Japan's main island.

However, at that time, China had neither caught up with the first industrial revolution nor caught the last train of the second industrial revolution, and there was basically no decent industry in the country.

However, Japan has already embarked on the road of becoming an industrial power decades ago. It was a war between industry and agriculture. In a sense of the future, it is not a one-dimensional war.

However, they were wrong, at least this night, in the battle of Sixing Warehouse, they were wrong.

When two flares appeared on the top of Kurokawa Weaving's head, he realized that he did not order the Japanese lieutenant's eyes to be placed on the top of his head. At that moment, it suddenly tightened, as if someone To hold the [-]-style bayonet and stab it there.

It was purely a warrior's instinctive reaction, a battlefield intuition.

It's a pity that this time his battlefield instincts are sharp.

With the light of the flares shining, the four-line warehouse, the beast that seemed to have been sleeping, woke up.

Its waking expression is that more than four heavy machine guns and nearly fifteen light machine guns roar together.

In the darkness of the night, the fiery red tracer bullets, like twenty fiery red whips, swept away fiercely towards the two Japanese squadrons more than 200 meters away.

The condescending machine gun bunkers on the third and fourth floors can clearly see the Japanese army under the flares.And what about the Japanese?Except for the blinding flames erupting from the muzzle, nothing could be seen.

The once-proud individual grenade launcher is like a legendary tickle to the machine gun in the strong fortress more than 200 meters away.

In front of absolute firepower, everything is illusory.

What kind of bullshit warrior spirit, what tactical skills, what precision shooting, were crushed to pieces by the torrent of bullets.

After only persisting for less than 1 minutes, the two infantry squads dispersed without Kurokawa Orozo giving the order to retreat.

The flares rose into the sky again, and the yellow feces figure looked like a wolf galloping under the whip of the fiery red bullet chain. Suddenly, it was so cute.

All the noises on the other side of the Suzhou River calmed down at that moment, and after a few seconds, it erupted like a volcano.

Cheers, mountains and tsunamis.

Even the still violent gunshots on the battlefield were suppressed.

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