C2 First Battle

On the night of January 28, 1932, the Japanese army brazenly launched an attack on the garrison of Jibei in Shanghai. The Seventeenth Division of the 19th Route Army resisted on the spot, and the battle curtain was opened.

At first, the Japanese were overbearing and the 19th Route Army won a few beautiful battles, but as the devils increased the number of soldiers in the city, the 19th Route Army began to fall apart. Therefore, the Jinling government ordered Zhang Zhizhong to lead the Fifth Army into the battlefield.

The defensive position was located to the north of the river bay and south of the temple. This part of the defensive line was under the responsibility of the Fifth Army, and this part of the defensive line was also where the Fifth Army and the Nineteen Road Army formed their defensive circle.

The evil spirit wanted to split the joint defense line of the Fifth Army and the 19th Route Army, so it was important to take care of this area. The evil spirit really wanted to plow the land here with bombs and artillery shells!

The amount of steel that had fallen on this position from the sky could be calculated by tons. As long as one casually pulled on the ground with one hand, one would be able to find several pieces of steel cannonballs!

However, even under such cannon fire, the Chinese army on this position seemed to be unable to stop, and miraculously survived. They relied on some simple and crude light weapons to keep this place afloat, causing the Japanese 9th Regiment to feel a headache coming on.

The Shanghai district was right in front of the Japanese army. However, he could not take that final step!

Since the start of the war in Shanghai, the Imperial Army's investment in Shanghai had increased again and again, and the generals and marshals had changed again and again, but the situation had not changed in the slightest.

Were the people lying in these simple and tattered trenches the army that had easily surrendered the three Northeast provinces to the imperial army? Just one year later, what had caused these men to turn from a flock of sheep into a pack of tigers?

The generals of the Japanese military were pained by the thought …

The Fifth Army, 87 was the 261 Brigade Department.

"Hey!" "Get me to the temple camp!" What? Unable to connect it? "

"Bam!" The Brigadier General Song Xi threw the microphone onto the table, turned around and shouted: "Men!"

Immediately, a lieutenant colonel came in. His name was Hua Bicheng, and he was the staff officer of the brigade department of the 87th Division of the Fifth Army, the 26th Brigade.

Although the Fifth Army was the trump card of the Jinling Government, it was inevitable that some rich and experienced young masters would sneak in. The Central Chinese Academy was one of these young masters.

However, due to the strict rule of Song Xi, the staff officers did not have much support. Usually, they only had the food and stock of soldiers, but they did not live as comfortably as the other staff officers in the core army.

These young masters were used to being arrogant and domineering in the military camp behind Song Xi's back. They would spend their days with a bunch of their friends, never intending to have a day on the battlefield for themselves.

The "princes" had not expected that the Bos would turn their lives around in Shanghai, that the 26th Brigade had suffered too many casualties, and that the telephone lines of the important defensive positions at the junction of the Fifth Army and the 19th Route and the Temple of the Army and the Yangtze Bay had been blown up by Japanese artillery fire. Song had no choice but to send such men to transmit the Ministry's counterattack orders.

"Hand this over to the First Battalion Commander of the Temple Row!" Songxi stuffed the envelope into Wabiachen's hand.

Hua Bicheng's face revealed a troubled expression as he stuttered, "Voyager! Didn't the temple district already …

"It's because we lost contact with them! That's why I'm sending you! What? Are you scared? " Song Xi originally did not have a good impression of these gilded princes, but now Hua Bicheng's performance made him even more infuriated.

Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Song Xiren, Hua Bicheng had no choice but to brace himself and accept the mission. He knew that if he continued to ask for help at this critical juncture, this Commander Song could very well pull him out and kill him.

Hua Bicheng came out of the travel department and got on an open military car. Who would have thought that a bomb dropped by a Japanese military aircraft on the road would scare the Central Chinese Academy to death. Thus, Su Kun had passed through …

When Su Kun opened his eyes, he thought Su Chen was dreaming again.

Very soon, a cannonball exploded beside him, allowing him to completely understand that the environment he was in was real. His two guards were torn to shreds by the explosion! There was a ribbon hanging from his own shoulder!

The intense shockwave from the explosion and the fragmented corpse in front of him told Su Kun that this was definitely not a movie nor his dream, but a true life or death battle! He had truly crossed over!

Finally, he blurted out, "Damn it!"

In February 1932, in Shanghai, the two armies of hundreds of thousands of Chinese and Japanese troops were fighting in the city. No one had noticed that a nobody like Su Kun had sneakily arrived in this space and time …

On the temple line, Zhu Jin climbed over a few trenches that had long been blown up by the devils. He saw the commander of the brigade under a few broken walls not far from the front lines.

He had a clean, white face and a skinny body. The director of the travel department was lying in front of a pile of vomit. His yellow uniform was messy. He was in a very sorry state. Two stars on his left collar and collar showed that the vomited man was a lieutenant colonel.

A few guards, who were dumbstruck, stood beside the lieutenant colonel. They all had unsightly expressions on their faces, as if they couldn't bear to look at the cowardly look of their superior.

"You vomited it clean, what a pity it was a good meal for the brigade!"

Zhu Jin didn't say anything. He leaned against a broken wall, lit up a cigarette, and blew out a few smoke rings. He was waiting for the 'Lieutenant Colonel Bai Mi' in front of him to catch his breath.

The strong smell of smoke and blood on the battlefield made Su Kun feel as if his stomach was being churned.

Zhu Jin, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, saw this and grinned. However, he still walked forward and fiercely patted the "White Face Lieutenant Colonel" on his back. Time was precious. Even if you didn't want money, you still had to choose a time to watch it, right? The opposite little ghost wouldn't give him, Zhu Jin, too much time. The brothers on the battlefield were still pointing their fingers at him!

Under Zhu Jin's forceful slap, Lieutenant Colonel Bai coughed violently a few times and then took a few large gulps of air, finally recovering from it. The guard unwillingly stepped forward to support his swaying body, his face full of contempt and disdain.

"Sir, where are the orders?"

Zhu Jin didn't even bother to waste time talking to this trash and directly headed for the main topic.

"Cough cough!" "You are the Third Battalion Commander?" Su Kun asked while coughing and looking at Zhu Jin.

"I am the vice company commander of the 1st Battalion, 2nd Company, Zhu Jinyi. I am the Acting Battalion Commander, the Supreme Commander of the position."

"You are the supreme commander? "Where is your Battalion Commander?"

"The camp and the rest of the officers were killed in the morning, their bodies unlooted and left at the first line of defense. Half an hour ago, our company commander was also shot by the devil's sniper, so I am now the most senior officer in the position. Before the new battalion has been established, the troops are scattered around the position and cannot be gathered. "

After Su Kun heard Zhu Jin's reply, an indescribable expression flashed across his face, and his mood became a bit sad.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was still no response from the "white-faced officer", Zhu Jin coughed loudly a few times as a reminder.

Su Kun was shocked and finally reacted. He tried his best to calm his emotions, awkwardly checking his uniform, then took out a letter from his briefcase at his waist. Zhu Jin took it and read it, not showing any of the etiquette of a superior officer. The worst thing on the battlefield is to be afraid of death, even if you are a superior officer.

The first battalion received an order to counterattack! Zhu Jin couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile. Could it be that the staff officers of the travel department were all looking at the map and using their butts to direct the battle? Counterattack? Just based on the position of this disabled army? On the opposite side, the country bumpkin's dog was about to laugh! Isn't this the same as being in a hurry to deliver a live rake?

At the end of the order was written, "If you are afraid to fight, then go to war! We must have the determination to kill ourselves! "

That meant there was no turning. It seemed like Zhu Jin, who weighed more than 100 pounds, was going to be in the Wusong and Shanghai battlefields.

The Japanese flight interrupted Zhu Jinyi's train of thoughts, and then left a few of them to stagger back to Wu Songkou to rest on the aircraft carrier of the Third Fleet.

After that came the joint performance of the Volkswagen ground artillery and naval cannons. They sang for more than half an hour.

Hua Bicheng picked up a rifle and stuck it to the ground, not moving at all. Hua Bicheng felt as if the earth was trembling. He felt like he was lying on a spring cushion that was constantly shaking. Every cell in his body was trembling.

Hua Bi Cheng understood that no matter how fast he ran, he wouldn't be able to compare to those cannonballs. However, there would always be a few guys who thought that he was running very fast and would be killed by their blind confidence. When Hua Bicheng saw this bloody scene, the only thing that remained in his eyes was fear!

Death was so close to him, but he could not get rid of it!

When he had finished venting his anger, Hua Bicheng found that his ears could no longer hear anything. The inside of his ears was filled with buzzing echoes. All the scenes in his eyes were like silent black-and-white film.

Zhu Jin quickly called out to the surviving soldiers to enter the base and prepare for the charge of the Japanese infantry. It seemed that Tie Xin didn't want Zhu Jinyi and his group of brothers to see the moon tonight.

Four Type 89 medium-sized tanks, followed by at least two squadrons of infantrymen, charged forward in a dense mass!

"Heavy Machine Gun!" Hit the infantry behind the tanks! "

"The grenadier! Get those Iron-King bastards killed for me! Other people's firepower cover! "

When Hua Bicheng recovered from his stupor, he discovered that his body had been buried by the dust created by the explosion.

The first thing Hua Bicheng did was to pull off the dirt on his face, but some dirt still got into his nose and mouth. Hua Bicheng sneezed a few times, and then spat out the dirt on the ground.

Surprisingly, there was a faint red color on the soil, along with a small piece of minced meat. Hua Bicheng immediately knew the source of the fishy smell! There was no time for nausea, so he found a stable cover and scrambled to the back to hold his rifle tight while breathing heavily.

His breathing was so heavy that it felt like it was going to suffocate!

When Hua Bicheng stabilized his emotions and turned around to look through the gap in the cover, his eyes were filled with evil spirits in yellow dog skin carrying bayonets!

Due to the temporary loss of hearing, Hua Bicheng could only see the devils striding forward with their mouths wide open, their eyes glinting with a beastly glint!

Hua Bicheng's heartbeat immediately sped up, and his breathing became hurried once more!

Hua Bicheng had only seen the faces of the Japanese army in books and videos before!

Although the pictures and information were also very bloody, it was after all, just a still scene. The sensory impact was like the difference between the psychological shock of Hua Bicheng and the shock of the pirates in front of his eyes!

These devils were here to reap his life, and their murderous aura could be felt from far away!

Hua Bicheng tried his best to control his trembling wrist, and raised the Mauser rifle he picked up and aimed it at a scimitar wielding scout Cao. The scout Cao's body became larger and larger in the scope, and Hua Bicheng used all his strength to pull the trigger.

The bullet that had shot out from the gun had landed with a "pa" sound at the sabre wielder's feet, giving him a fright.

"F * ck!" Hua Bi Cheng cursed softly. His hand was shaking so badly that his spear had missed its target.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, pulled the bolt, loaded another bullet, and pulled the trigger again.

This time, the Saber Fiend fell!

Hua Bicheng seemed to hear the sound of the sabre wielder dying. The first time he killed someone was extremely strange! He was neither as excited nor as frightened as he had imagined him to be.

Hua Bicheng discovered that his hearing had suddenly recovered! His arms also stopped trembling!

Looking at the evil spirit lying on the ground, Hua Bicheng suddenly felt that something was missing from his heart, as well as something else from his heart. Hua Bicheng knew that his earlier shot had solved both the Saber Devil's problem and his own mental problem.

The Japanese machine gunner's retaliation came very quickly. The dense bullets made the place where Hua Bicheng was hiding fly with dust. Fortunately, the place where the bullets were fired had been replaced with a place that Hua Bicheng was well aware of.

After Hua Bicheng had fired the last bullet, he didn't even have time to observe the effect of the shot as he used his empty gun to crawl to Zhu Jinyi's side.

"Good spear art!"

He stretched out his hand and took the bullets from Company Leader Zhu, then pressed them into the guns in a row. He stood up and indiscriminately fired into the group of devils, then bent over and said to Zhu Jin, "I'm afraid we won't be able to stop the devils' charge! The firepower allocation was too scattered! As long as the Japs' tanks get into position, we're finished! "

Zhu Jin pulled off the fuse and threw the grenade out, while replying loudly, "Then what do you want me to do? All that's left are these heads, after that, I'll drag you all down! "

Hua Bicheng saw the grenades on the ground pick up a few and throw them away. He then continued to shout loudly, "We have to call for cannon fire!" Otherwise, if you and I are finished and we lose our positions, we will be in big trouble! "

"The phone line blew up! I can't contact him! None of the five or six people sent out to investigate came back! " Zhu Jin picked up another grenade, unscrewed it, pulled out the fuse, and told Hua Bicheng, "You have to pull the cord. Don't throw it around!"

Hua Bicheng's face reddened, and he threw out another gourd. As he did so, he shouted with all his strength: "If you die, then so be it! If there is no more reinforcements, we will collapse! "

Zhu Jin felt that Hua Bicheng's words made sense, so he said: "Let your guards go! My brothers are on the line of fire and not a single one of them can be removed! "

Thus, Hua Bicheng sent out the rest of his guards while he himself jumped into a nearby trench, turning himself into an ordinary soldier. Since it was an amateur, it was better not to cause trouble for others. It would be better for him to just kill a few more evildoers himself! The layman's tragedy was not uncommon in the 21st century.

Zhu Jin looked at Hua Bicheng's figure rolling away in the trenches, and his opinion of the principal began to change.

Several grenadiers from the 1st Battalion poured their lives into the tank, and finally, a Japanese Type 89 tank was wiped out. The burning chariot was like a huge coffin with a fire burning on it. The soldiers of the 1st Battalion did not shoot the 'roast duck' of these activities. Instead, he wanted them to slowly burn themselves to death. These few days, they had suffered a huge loss because of this Iron King Bastard!

The shrill cries of the Volkswagen tank soldiers were extremely ear-piercing on the battlefield, and Hua Bicheng, who had been educated in the 21st century, felt a chill run down his spine.

The other three Type 89 tanks were also in trouble.

The roaming ability of the small fleet of tanks was not worthy of praise. The Type 89 tank developed in 1929 was the first generation of tanks, so there were still many technical deficiencies. There was nothing to be done with a few small anti-tank trenches, so the tanks that couldn't move forward became fixed cannons.

A few heavy machine guns were fired into the sky not long after they were shot by the Japanese. The rest of the soldiers were also attracted too much attention by the Japanese tanks, so a corner of the base had already been rammed by the devils.

The battle between the two armies instantly unfolded in every corner of the trench.

The Taoism of the Chinese makes the Japanese soldiers' individual fighting ability very outstanding, coupled with the length of the 38-type rifle compared with the Chinese army's imitation hair gun in the natural advantage. Even the elites of the 87 Division suffered greatly in close combat. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen of them fell to the scythes' bayonets!

Hua Bicheng did not have much confidence in his fighting skills!

It was okay to ask him to hold a gun and shoot from a distance, but the moment he saw the shining bayonet, Hua Bicheng was immediately stunned! The mental defense line he had just put up against the devils was once again facing collapse!

Hua Bicheng slowly moved towards the back of the base. He wanted to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

However, there was also a bespectacled ghost who was shrieking as he charged towards Hua Bicheng. Hua Bicheng was immediately flustered by the bayonet wielding the bespectacled ghost. There was no bayonet on the Fur 1898 in his hand, and now Wabi could only use it as a stick!

After just one exchange, the opposite evil person immediately found out that he had picked up a soft persimmon, and this soft persimmon was actually a first lieutenant colonel?!

"Yes."

Therefore, the bespectacled man leisurely took a circle around Hua Bicheng, and used the reflection from the bayonet's edge to stimulate Hua Bicheng's eyes. Hua Bicheng didn't dare to relax for even a moment as he stared at the movements of this bastard, and unknowingly was brought to face the sun.

When the opposite scumbag saw Hua Bicheng's eyes blinking from the reflection of the bayonet, he immediately used his bayonet to stab over!

At the last moment before the bayonet was about to hit him, Hua Bicheng's rifle smashed into the blade of the knife. The opposite devil did not even stop in his tracks as he rushed past Hua Bicheng at high speed.

When the bespectacled man turned around, he was greeted by Hua Bicheng, who was holding a revolver. The panic in Hua Bicheng's eyes was gone.

When a person's fear reached its peak, either they would collapse, or they would break through and overcome their fear! Clearly, Hua Bicheng's situation belonged to the latter!

As he dodged the dagger, he finally remembered the ornament he had hung on his waist!

He had defeated her, and also saved her life!

The result of using a handgun to take out the glasses devil was that he attracted even more evil spirits. That silver white revolver was simply too eye-catching! Now the devil did not even need to look at his rank to know that Hua Bicheng was a high-ranking official!

Hua Bicheng quickly finished off the remaining five bullets in his handgun and knocked down the five scumbags. However, there were still two people in front of him. One of them was the Demonic Commander, who was brandishing his military knife at him while baring his fangs and brandishing his claws.

Hua Bicheng complained a little about why the young master on his upper body didn't carry a "box cannon". That gun had a total of twenty rounds of bullets, so he wouldn't have to face such a dangerous situation!

Hua Bicheng had no choice but to pick up his bayonet to fight!

This time he picked up a .38 rifle equipped with a bayonet. Now, at least in terms of the gun's length, he was not at a disadvantage. All that was left was to compete with each other's strength.

It was a pity that neither of these two were things that Hua Bicheng was good at!

After two stabs, Hua Bicheng was suddenly out of breath. He suddenly felt like he was dancing with his bayonet raised, but now he was dancing with Death. If he stepped on the wrong dance step, the consequences would be very serious!

The Ghost Army Cao gradually circled around to Hua Bi Cheng's side. Hua Bi Cheng saw this and cursed in his heart. However, the ghost soldiers forced him to use his full strength to protect his flank, causing his entire right side to pop out.

The General of the Ghost Army raised the military knife high above his head. He was clearly planning on hacking down the lieutenant colonel in front of him with one slash!

Hua Bicheng suddenly remembered that he should try to see if the "38th" in his hand had any bullets in it, so he pulled the trigger.

The bullet had penetrated the bayonet wielder's head at close range, and white brain matter gushed out from the wound caused by the bullet. Hua Bicheng immediately turned his bayonet to block the Ghost Army Cao at the side. Now that the guy in Hua Bicheng's hand had the advantage of length, he swung the bayonet so fast that the Ghost Army Cao was unable to approach.

Hua Bicheng was very grateful to the devil who had loaded the gun.

The Japanese soldiers would have withdrawn the bullets from their guns before charging in to show their martial arts spirit.

Today, his luck was good. He had met with a rather rational evil spirit. Moreover, this evil spirit had not shot at him when he rushed forward!

This bullet saved Hua Bicheng's life.