Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 372: Ten Days of Siege (Second Update)

August 20th, the 26th year of the Republic of China.

At this time, China and Japan had already started the Battle of Shanghai for a week. In the early stages of the war, the Kuomintang government directly mobilized the 88th, 87th and 36th Divisions to participate in the war.

These three divisions were all elite troops of the National Government, equipped with German steel helmets, Mauser rifles, Czech light machine guns and Maxim heavy machine guns.

For the Republic of China at that time, such military configuration was already top-notch.

A week after the war began, although the Kuomintang high-ranking officials were stabbing them in the back, and the 88th Division even paid the price of the death of a general, the battle between them and the Japanese army did not show any signs of being one-sided.

The Japanese army defended their strongholds and kept mobilizing reinforcements to help.

The Nationalist army, under the heavy bombardment of planes in the sky and artillery at sea, risked their lives to clear a path and continued to approach the Japanese naval headquarters, trying to push them into the sea.

As soon as the war broke out, it seemed to be heading towards the result that the orthodox Xuanmen group in Longhu Mountain had said. China and Japan were in a stalemate and could not win the battle for a long time, waiting for the British and American powers to come out and mediate.

Perhaps they did not expect that the war would last for three months.

What was even more unexpected was that the final outcome of the war was not only the defeat of the Chinese side, but also a major rout, which triggered a series of chain reactions and forced them to re-examine their own positioning.

It was August 21st, and the Nationalist army was carrying out the "Ten-Day Siege" operation in the city.

Area, Huishan Wharf in the Japanese-occupied area of ​​the Songhu Battlefield.

The specific location is near Broadway Road.

Combat troops, the 36th Regiment of the 216th Division of the new force.

The combat goal was to cut the Japanese-occupied area in half, occupy Huishan Wharf, prevent the Japanese reinforcements from landing, and thus close the door to fight the dog.

Time: nine o'clock in the evening.

At the intersection of Zhaofeng Road and Broadway Road, it was just one street away from capturing Huishan Wharf.

And this distance also became a corridor of flesh and blood for the Kuomintang soldiers.

Captain Gao of the 216th Regiment's tank company drove his tank slowly forward. The dense fortifications of civilian buildings on both sides were filled with the sounds of high and low gunfire from the Japanese devils, but none of them could penetrate the tank's armor and cause effective damage to him as the driver.

In the Japanese bunker in front of the tank, a group of Japanese soldiers were trembling, and their colleagues on the upper floors on both sides were constantly calling for support.

They had not expected that there were tanks among the national army. Without heavy firepower, they had no way of penetrating the armor. If they allowed the tank to move forward and fire, a gap would be opened, and they would have to fill it with their lives.

The Japanese army was trembling in the bunker and kept asking for support. For Captain Gao of the National Army who was driving the tank, he and four other people were also faced with a difficult decision.

Should he continue to move forward and fight alone, or should he retreat and gather his comrades for another bloody charge?
He was not afraid of fighting, but because he was faced with a reality: in the previous bloody charge, more than a hundred comrades who followed his tank had died on the way to the attack.

If he chose to continue moving forward, the result would be that even if the tank opened a gap, there would be no reinforcements, and there would only be four of them. If the tank drove in, Xiao Dongyang would rush over and pull them out of the tank.

In this case, the brothers died in vain.

But they cannot retreat. There are strong enemies in front and no reinforcements behind. It doesn't matter if they die. But if this tank becomes a trophy of the Japanese and turns its guns to attack their own brothers, that would be even worse.

And even if they retreated, could they organize another wave of such an attack? Xiao Dongyang was not a fool. The time they spent retreating and reorganizing was enough for them to transfer heavy firepower to deal with them.

"Captain, what should we do? Should we charge?"

The soldier, looking through the observation mirror, asked Captain Gao in a hoarse voice.

Obviously they all knew the consequences of continuing to charge alone or retreating, and were waiting for their decision.

Hearing that there was no voice of his comrades in the street outside the tank, Captain Gao, with tears in his eyes, was about to give the order to retreat, when a voice came.

"Come in!"

The sound was not only heard by Captain Gao, but also by the other three Kuomintang soldiers in the tank.

Before they could figure out what was going on, gunshots and Xiao Dongyang's shouting were heard outside the tank again, but they also noticed that the gunshots were not directed at the tank they were driving, but were densely distributed all around. The gunshots were chaotic and mixed, as if they were attacked by something.

Reinforcements have arrived?

As soon as Captain Gao realized this, he heard the soldier in charge of the observation mirror shouting.

"Company commander!"

Captain Gao stood up reflexively, opened the hatch directly, ignored the stray bullets around him, stuck his head out, and saw this scene.

Someone fell from the sky and stood between the tank and the Japanese bunker in front. He was wearing a black gown and had no gun with him. He held his right palm up as a knife and used his hand as a blade to slash at the Japanese bunker in front.

Magical power: dividing the river into land!
The invisible slash passed by, and then Captain Gao saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

The thick sack shelter seemed to be wiped out by an eraser and disappeared out of thin air, along with the shivering little Dongyang hiding in the shelter.

Some became headless corpses, while others were cut in half, and their souls passed away without even a scream.

"God..."

This eye-shocking scene made Captain Gao sigh, and he also noticed what happened to the Japanese firepower points on the civilian buildings on both sides of the tank.

No less than a group of people who had just sacrificed their lives on the way to the charge, they climbed walls and climbed like spiders, and successfully raided these little Japanese hiding in the building in an unconventional way, making them lambs to be slaughtered by the other side except for a few screams and a few hurried shots.

From time to time, heads and broken limbs flew out from the buildings on both sides. There were also a few guys in ordinary clothes who looked like ordinary people who fell from the upper floors after being shot several times. It was obvious that they were dying.

But they were spitting blood and looking at the man standing in front of the tank with their last breath.

"Boss Wang, did you remember this?"

"I'll remember. If you kill 16 Japanese invaders, or 10 Japanese invaders, they will be sent to your hometowns afterwards. Report the truth. Are you satisfied?"

"Oh, it feels good. All the frustration I've had along the way and for half my life has been relieved. Boss Wang, you're right. Killing Japanese on this battlefield is really cool. Haha..."

During the questioning and answering, these people lost their breath.

Only then did Captain Gao realize that the battle was over. There were people standing on both sides of the tank he was driving. Some of them were unarmed, while others were holding sharp weapons. They had grenades on their waists or in their arms. They were covered in blood, but they all looked at the man in front of them who was clearing the way for them.

The man put one hand behind his back, looked at himself sideways, raised his arm forward and pointed at the cut cover, the meaning was self-evident.

Captain Gao also reacted.

"Dog, drive!"

"Amao, connect me to the command center!"

"Yes!"

Captain Gao was driving a Vickers MKF command tank purchased by the Nationalist government from Britain, which was equipped with radio equipment for short-distance communications.

The tanks roared, and Captain Gao's ecstatic voice was transmitted via radio to the ears of his comrades who were fighting the Japanese invaders at other street corners.

"I'm Gao Yishou, the captain of the tank company. My troops have broken through the blockade. Request support! Request support!"

"I am the regiment commander Hu Jiaji! I order you to hold your ground for one hour. You must die on this ground. We will charge forward now!!!"

"Yes!" The tank roared and moved forward slowly. The man walking in front of the tank also raised his hand. An invisible force pulled small Japanese grenades from the surrounding civilian buildings on both sides and floated over the man's head. There were hundreds of them densely packed.

As the man's fingers moved, the bolt was pulled out and smoke rose.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of grenades flew towards several key roads outside the Japanese bunkers as if they had eyes. Then, there was a series of explosions and flames. The sudden and intensive bombing directly created a vacuum zone among the surrounding Japanese invaders.

The remaining Japanese troops, who had no idea where the enemy came from, lost their will to fight and fled in all directions, heading towards the Waibaidu Bridge to surrender to the British troops who were watching across the river.

The man's voice came again.

"You guys don't know how to use a gun, but you should know how to throw a bomb. Everyone, please indulge yourself."

"it is good!"

Those heroes, covered in blood, held the grenades in their arms and dispersed like ghosts. Soon, a series of explosions were heard on the nearby Zhoushan Road.

Half an hour later, the battle came to a temporary end and the position in front of Huishan Wharf was captured by the National Army.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and flames.

The blood-stained commander of the 216th Regiment, Hu Jiaji, looked at this new force that suddenly broke into the battlefield. Without any rules, they used the simplest and crudest method to open a breakthrough for them. He remained silent for a long time.

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Especially the man who was standing there with his hands behind his back, looking at Huishan Wharf not far away, and for a moment he didn't know how to greet them.

"Captain Hu, my name is Wang Yi. I am here with a group of Quan Xing disciples to help today. If you need anything, please let me know."

"Oh? Oh, Mr. Wang, thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, our god-given soldier, we would have to organize a second attack, and countless brothers would have died."

"In the face of national crisis, there is no distinction between you and me. Although we have won now, the Japanese invaders are still ahead. Please tell us about your war deployment, Captain Hu, and see what our special forces can do for you."

He could still hear the sound of gunfire, and Captain Hu understood that now was not the time to chat, so he quickly asked someone to bring the map, spread it on the ground, pointed at the Japanese naval warships on the river, and spoke hurriedly.

"The order we received was to take down Huishan Wharf under cover of night and cut off the Japanese landing route. This way we can close the door and attack the enemy and encircle and annihilate the Navy Headquarters!"

"Decapitation plan?"

"Yes! Behead them. I also know that if we annihilate the Japanese naval headquarters, the Japanese will not necessarily stop attacking, but at least it will make those little Japanese on the river afraid to attack the commander. They are not yet able to bear this responsibility!"

"Mr. Wang, don't worry about those Japanese on the river firing now. They are arrogant during the day, but at night, they are also afraid of shelling friendly forces. If they are not careful, they might lose their heads~"

"Why do you call them Little Japanese? Aren't they called Japanese devils?"

"Really? It's not wrong to call them devils."

Captain Gao didn't understand why the other party was so obsessed with this title, but he didn't object.

Wang Yi was also looking at the national army troops that were constantly gathering towards this position and the three tanks. He also understood that the bald man had really invested a lot of money this time.

Even tanks were dispatched, and I was glad that I arrived in time, otherwise if the previous wave had retreated and then fought back, it would have been a question whether these three tanks could be preserved.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yi also asked Captain Hu in return.

"If I were to carry out the decapitation plan alone and bring out those high-ranking Japanese officers in the Navy Headquarters, would it be useful?"

This question stumped Captain Hu. After thinking for a while, he gave an answer.

"I need to consult the division headquarters, but I personally don't think this will work. Mr. Wang, how many people can you capture alive at one time?"

"Two or three, maybe. If there are no experts getting in the way and the Japanese are also cautious, we should be able to bring them here."

"In this case, we need to take a gamble."

"why?"

"The Japanese are not stupid. Mr. Wang, you sent us a divine force to occupy this place, but as long as the Japanese retreat, the gunboats on the river will receive the news and know that we are the only ones left here. If they bombard us with cannon fire, our brothers will not be able to withstand it. From this point of view, if we cannot occupy Huishan Wharf, it will be meaningless if we can capture it but cannot defend it. But if we can capture one or two senior officials and bring them back, we can negotiate with the Japanese.

Even if we have to continue fighting, we can exchange one or two high-ranking officials to gain a few advantageous positions, so that everyone can take a breath and fight again. But we have to continue to confuse the Japanese gunboats on the river and make them think that the situation on the shore is still stalemate and they cannot open fire at will. "

"Is that so? If so, you and I will each do our own thing. Do you want to follow this guy, or go and kill the Japanese yourself?"

"Boss Wang, we are not experts in fighting. Killing is our business. I just don't know if Boss Wang will know what we did if we die on the way."

"This is easy to handle."

Wang Yi stood still and closed his eyes.

Magnetic field martial arts, electrocardiogram sharing!

A silent wave swept through with Wang Yi as the center, covering the Quanxing disciples who followed him. When Wang Yi opened his eyes, these Quanxing disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.

Because they found that although Wang Yi was standing in front of them and did not say a word, they heard Wang Yi's voice in their minds.

"This method cannot read your mind. You just have to remember how many people you killed. It is useless if you are alive. If you die, I can know what you did immediately, which will be convenient for me to keep accounts in the future."

"Boss Wang is really good at this. Even Granny Liu doesn't have this skill."

"I learned this after fighting Granny Liu..."

Responding in his heart, Wang Yi also clasped his fists towards Captain Hu.

"Captain Hu, can you please give our men a helmet? Even if we die, we should look good."

"Do what you must, brothers, and give these brave men a helmet!"

The soldiers of the 216th Regiment who rushed here were also not ambiguous. They all had a comrade's helmet on them. It was not an extra one, but one picked up from the bodies of their comrades.

They lined up in a row, stepped forward together, and solemnly put helmets on these laughing, bloodthirsty and aggressive Quan Xing disciples in front of them.

The Quan Xing disciples, who were originally cheerful and didn't care much about life and death, seemed to be infected by the atmosphere. They slowly put away their smiles and wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

They let the soldiers put on their helmets, and all they could do was look at the captured grenades in their arms and salute them in a weird manner.

The soldiers of the 216th Regiment also responded.

"Okay, everyone, I won't see you off."

"Boss Wang, you better be careful along the way. Don't die in front of us."

“When a person dies, his debts are not discharged.”

"Easy to say."

All the Quan Xing disciples immediately scattered like birds and beasts, and disappeared into the night in groups of three or five. They began to run along Broadway Road and Zhoushan Road towards other neighborhoods to kill the Japanese devils.

Wang Yi also turned into a stream of golden light and ran towards the direction of the Japanese Naval Headquarters marked on the map just now by Captain Hu.

Captain Hu, who stayed behind to guard the position, watched these gangsters disperse. He simply straightened his uniform, picked up the military flag, and shouted to the remaining soldiers.

"Come on, brothers. Today I will help you bring honor to our family. Our destination is Huishan Wharf!"

(End of this chapter)