The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 80 Destructive Heavy Artillery (Subscribe)

At around 15 o'clock in the evening on the 8th, after a burst of dense footsteps were heard.

At that time, they were gathered together in the central position, smoking and laughing at the extra wounds on each other's bodies. How could Hu Biao and his seven men be so unlucky?

After instinctively turning his head, he immediately saw Captain Li of the 803rd Regiment walking towards him with a large group of people.

The expression on the face of Captain Li, who was leading the group, was so familiar; when Hu Biao and the others saw it, they instinctively cursed "Fuck" under their breath.

Because last night, when Commander Xiang of the 804th Regiment went to talk to him before taking his men to rotate defense, he had this expression on his face.

Just by seeing this expression, they vaguely knew something.

So Hu Biao, with some desperate thoughts, now learned to answer quickly and asked Captain Li calmly:
"Captain Li, if I'm not mistaken, the 803rd Regiment is about to change guard, and they want us to stay, right?"

Even if you ask Captain Li directly, he won’t be able to answer such a question.

The boss, an old man, was so embarrassed and at a loss for what to say.

It was another lieutenant colonel who was walking with him who reacted after seeing the situation. He took a few steps forward and was the first to perform a standard military salute to Hu Biao and others.

Then he said: “I’m sorry, Major Hu, it was me who made this request to Captain Li about giving birth to a son without skin.

I am Cai Shenyou from the 793rd Regiment. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but I have no confidence at all about whether I can hold my position.

Because my thousand or so brothers and I from the 793rd Regiment have never seen such a fierce opponent or fought such a fierce battle in our lives.

If we want to hold the Dunwu Temple position, it is not enough for us to risk our lives. We must fight smartly and well. I, Cai Shenyou, have no confidence in this, so I can only shamelessly come to you, Major Hu, for help.

I won't say much more, just help me, Cai, get through this time, and from now on, I, with my hundred-plus pounds, and the brothers of the 7933rd Regiment, will be at Major Hu's disposal."

Seeing that the other party had said this, the key point was that Captain Cai was not asking for help for his own fame and fortune, but for this war to defend the country.

Hu Biao looked back at Hei Xing and his six companions, and found the answer in their eyes.

Without saying anything, he nodded in agreement.

I silently complained in my heart: "Fuck! How did this time travel turn out like this? I have become a nail house on the battlefield of Dunwu Temple.

Well, let's just keep guarding. If we die fighting the devils, we'll just be teleported back to the modern world. When we die in battle, that's the end of it."

Afterwards, Captain Li led the 803 surviving brothers of the 211rd Regiment to evacuate the Dunwu Temple position.

Oh, right! Among these 211 people, there were three seriously injured soldiers who were not actually from the 3rd Regiment, because they were originally members of Hu Biao's 803rd Company.

By this time, apart from Hu Biao and the other seven, there was no one left alive from the Third Company on the Dunwu Temple battlefield...

Two hours later, on the relatively safe south bank of Yunzaobang, Zhu Cong, together with many friends from the press and even a few foreigners, arrived.

After several hours of waiting, they finally saw the 803rd Regiment, who had been relieved from the Dunwu Temple position. They looked like shattered survivors returning from hell.

But no matter how hard they opened their eyes and tried to distinguish among the crowd, they could not find the legendary Hu Biao and his companions.

After some inquiries, we found out that Hu Biao and Major Hu were still staying on the battlefield.

For a moment, except for Zhu Cong who had a face full of sadness, the other journalists and foreigners had complicated expressions on their faces, no one knew what they were thinking.

There are surprise, confusion, admiration, and touching feelings.

Anyway, no matter what they think in their hearts, they must go back tonight and write a passionate article about Hu Biao and his companions.

It would also make the name Hu Biao even more famous… At the same time, at a frontline command post of the Japanese army across from the Dunwu Temple, Colonel Kanenosuke Shimoeda of the 19th Infantry Regiment, after a whole day of depression, finally received good news:

After scolding him, the division commander agreed to his request.

Early tomorrow morning, a battalion will be temporarily transferred from the 36th Infantry Regiment to solve the problem that his regiment is seriously short of manpower after suffering heavy losses, which may lead to lack of strength in subsequent attacks.

In addition, he had an unexpected surprise.

Considering that the position of Dunwu Temple has not been taken, the key is that Hu Biao and his companions have not been killed by the Empire.

These situations will stimulate greater anti-Japanese enthusiasm in Shanghai and even among the Chinese people.

In order to solve this problem tomorrow, the Japanese commander-in-chief of the Battle of Shanghai, the old Japanese Matsui Ishigeng, has also paid attention to this point.

A powerful imperial secret artillery unit was deployed to the 19th Infantry Regiment overnight to provide fire support tomorrow.

The Japanese have been supporting an artillery unit that has been kept strictly secret since the war began. The caliber is even larger than the 203mm naval gun and the firepower is more powerful.

Specifically, the artillery model used by that artillery unit is actually a 305mm caliber heavy mortar.

In order to keep it secret and confuse the Nationalist army, it was announced as the "Special 24 Howitzer".
Of course, after investing so much effort, the old devil Matsui Ishige also required the 19th Infantry Regiment to capture the Tono-ji Temple...

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At around 16 o'clock in the morning on the 8th, Uncle Bo hugged his original Mauser rifle, looked in confusion at the direction outside the position, and even his hometown dialect in Guangzhou burst out:

"Oh no, the devil is crazy today?"

The fact that this serious soldier had such a reaction at this moment showed that the Japanese were behaving abnormally again today.

In the battles of the past few days, the Japanese would often launch fierce attacks at dawn, and it seemed that only one side could survive.

But based on their past experience, they had breakfast early and even took care of their personal excretion, ready to fight.

As a result, up to now, there was no movement from the Japanese side; let alone launching an attack, there was not even any bombing from planes or artillery fire. Everything was terrifyingly quiet.

In theory, this should be a good thing as they don't have to fight to the death.

I just don't know why, especially after he experienced the Japanese's poison gas bomb attack last time, Uncle Bo always felt that the Japanese were up to no good, which made him inexplicably filled with a sense of anxiety.

So much so that this morning he looked outside the position dozens of times, his neck almost stretched out.

This situation continued until two minutes before nine o'clock in the morning; suddenly, the sound of a 105mm caliber howitzer tearing through the air and flying towards them was heard.

Compared to Hu Biao, who was running towards the anti-artillery hole, cursing angrily.

Uncle Bo felt an inexplicable sense of relief, as if the boots that had been hanging over his head had finally dropped. "Damn it! The Japs are finally back to normal. Even if they bomb indiscriminately, it's better than doing nothing."

However, the next second, he didn't think so at all.

Even after fighting hard on the battlefield for so long, his face was still pale with great fear.

Because he was familiar with the sound of shells flying in the air after the Japanese artillery of various calibers fired; this time, he heard some unusual movements among the many shells.

Specifically, it seemed as if a train was flying towards the position at high speed, and the terrifying "humming" sound was louder than the Japanese 203mm naval gun.

So the question is, what caliber of artillery are the Japanese using to fire at them?

Under such destructive heavy artillery, what was the point of hiding in a bomb shelter...

(End of this chapter)