The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 66 A Bloody Day (Part ) Fear [Please read and vote]

...An old soldier who has seen blood and has the lives of Japanese soldiers on his hands, after recovering from his injuries and returning to the team, has a combat effectiveness that is at least equal to that of two or three well-trained elite recruits, and they are all precious treasures.

In fact, every one of our officers knows this simple truth.

However, in the repeated battles, many brave and injured soldiers were blocked by the Japanese planes and artillery, and we had no way to send them down.

The serious injury turned into a fatal one, and then he died on the battlefield...

...Excerpt from Hu Biao's diary collection "Hu Shuo"...

After the Type 89 tank overturned, the battle lasted only five or six minutes.

An entire squadron under Shiraishi Jiro suffered as many as eighty to ninety casualties, which was equivalent to the destruction of more than an entire squad.

Although most of the troops were still left, Captain Shiraishi Jiro was helplessly aware of one thing:
The enemy had already set a trap, and this attack would not be able to capture the position at all. If it continued, there would be huge casualties.

"Retreat~" With great reluctance, he issued such an order.

With the issuance of such an order, his dream of rapid advancement in career was completely over before it even began.

Because behind him, it was said that the captain was still watching the battle; his poor performance must have disappointed the other party.

Forget about getting promoted or getting rich, I should be thankful that Shiraishi Jizo was not forced to commit seppuku.

After thinking about this, the youngest son of a blacksmith from the countryside of Tsuruga felt as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away...

"Stop, everyone stop, save your bullets! Move immediately, don't stay where you are."

After the Japanese retreated to two hundred meters away, Black Star shouted this sentence while moving away quickly with a Czech light machine gun.

The expression on his face was a mixture of satisfaction and worry, it was quite complicated anyway.

Why? There are probably two reasons.

First of all, the battle just now was really exciting. The dense bullets knocked down the Japanese one by one like rabbits, making their accurate shooting skills somewhat useless.

Unfortunately, in this process, the bullets were consumed too quickly.

Just the Czech-style rifle in his hand used up 6 and a half magazines and consumed nearly 130 rounds of 7.92mm caliber pointed bullets.

Each other submachine gun and heavy machine gun would consume even more bullets; with the ammunition reserves on the position, one-fourth to one-fifth of the ammunition might be used up in one battle.

I don’t know how many more attacks the Japanese will launch in the rest of the day.

However, as soon as it was daytime, because of the presence of the Japanese artillery balloons, anyone who wanted to send ammunition up from the rear would be bombarded by their artillery fire, and the position could hardly get any supplies.

If we don't save some bullets, we won't be able to hold out until dark.

When he thought of this, Black Star couldn't help but glance at the Japanese hot air balloon that was floating at most two or three kilometers away, making their actions impossible to hide.

He cursed fiercely, "Fuck! I'm going to knock this piece of crap down sooner or later."

If it were in the modern world, it would be a disaster if it dared to take off; but in this day and age, with the limited number of anti-aircraft machine guns in the national army, it was impossible to get one.

Secondly, they had just fought a beautiful defensive battle with the help of the arrangements made last night; unfortunately, even so, more than ten people were killed or wounded on the battlefield.

To be more specific, there were five deaths, three serious injuries, and about a dozen minor injuries.

However, since the minor injury did not affect his combat effectiveness, he did not pay too much attention to this point.

Then the question arises: the essence of war is still a clash of hard power; the key lies in weapons and equipment, quality of soldiers, fighting will, etc.

Except for their fighting spirit which was not inferior to that of the Japanese, they were inferior to them in everything else.

No matter how good their various tactics were last night, they could only trick the Japanese once. Once the Japanese had become familiar with their tactics, every subsequent attack would be a hard-fought battle without any tricks; the brothers of the Third Company would also suffer more casualties...

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It must be said that Black Star, a veteran of the PLA, had a good vision and a clear understanding of their current situation.

Unfortunately, even if you have a clear understanding, it does not mean that you can find a way to deal with it.

Look! They had just entered the anti-artillery cave, and the Japanese 92-type infantry guns, which did not have to worry about accidentally injuring their own personnel, had already opened fire.

The shells did not fall on the position, but fell outside the position.

Of course it wasn’t because the Japanese artillery missed the target.

Instead, they wanted to use artillery shells to flood the front of the position and clear out the anti-tank traps, bullet mines and other things that they had set up in advance.

That's why, soon after, larger caliber shells continued to fall in front of the position.

As the mud and sand in front of the position flew everywhere, a small number of anti-tank traps were revealed one by one, and a large number of bullet mines were directly destroyed by 80 to 90 percent.

Finally, after a bombardment that lasted about 20 minutes.

Black Star crawled out of the anti-artillery hole and found helplessly that he could not rely on the arrangements in front of the position in the next battle.

In the following time, Hu Biao and his men had time to treat the wounds of the wounded before the Japanese launched an attack.

The main problem was that the anti-bombing holes they built had a very limited area, barely enough for three people to squeeze in; after getting inside, there was no space at all to bandage the wounded.

As a result, at this time, they found that one of the three seriously injured soldiers had died due to the delay.

There was not much they could do for the remaining two seriously injured soldiers under limited conditions.

They could only use some boiled cloth strips prepared in advance to bandage the wounded; then they fed each of them an oral penicillin pill and transferred them to a temple a little further back.

Can those who are seriously injured hold out until night, until they can be sent down from the position?
After being sent to the field hospital, whether they can be lucky enough to receive treatment and eventually survive successfully, frankly speaking, it all depends on the luck of these two brothers.
After doing all this, Black Star asked Hu Biao worriedly:
"Old Hu, our front-line deployment is completely ruined. The casualties are going to increase. What should we do?"

After hearing this, Hu Biao spat bitterly: "What else can we do? To put it bluntly, fighting a war still depends on strength, and other means can only be auxiliary.

We have to get through this day before we talk about anything else, otherwise even if we want to change guards, we won’t be able to do so. This is how war works…”

Hu Biao stopped talking suddenly before he could finish what he was saying.

That was because he had accidentally seen a few black spots appearing in the sky across from him, rapidly approaching this side. They were obviously airplanes.

Two months after the war, the Nationalist Air Force was not completely destroyed, but it was almost extinct in the sky over Shanghai.

Therefore, these planes that suddenly appeared and flew from the sea outside the Magic City had no other possibility than being the Japanese air force.

Recalling the tragic scene of the last air raid, Hu Biao's scalp went numb instinctively, and he shouted desperately:
"Quick, go get some people to light the fire, and the rest of you go into the shelter immediately."

Of course, lighting a bonfire at this time was not to mark the bombing location for the Japanese planes, but it had some other uses.

While shouting, Hu Biao rushed to the nearest pile of firewood, lit a match, and set fire to a rag stained with kerosene in the pile of firewood.

The piles of firewood prepared last night were a little damp because they had been soaked in water and kerosene. After they were ignited, thick smoke immediately rose up.

While Hu Biao was busy, several other piles of firewood on the position were also ignited.

The black smoke rising from them immediately intertwined above the position, forming a low-lying black cloud.

This black cloud was the only way Hu Biao and his men could think of to counter the strafing and bombing of the Japanese planes without any anti-aircraft firepower...

(End of this chapter)