Traveling through the 1940s, the whole village was massacred at the beginning

In just over ten minutes, Xiao Lingchen engaged in a thrilling battle with the Japanese devils, but as time went on, his physical strength gradually became exhausted.

Jiang Jiyun keenly noticed Xiao Lingchen's heavy breathing. She anxiously shouted, "Boy, you're too weak now. You don't have the strength to keep up. Don't try to be so stubborn. I'll cover you. Retreat quickly!"

Jiang Wenming, who had been living near them, kept a close eye on the two children.

When he saw Xiao Lingchen narrowly avoiding the Japanese bayonets several times, he knew that the child's physical strength could not keep up, and he continued to kill the enemy while rushing towards Xiao Lingchen without hesitation.

Xiao Lingchen also knew that if he persisted any longer, he would be a burden to Sister Yun, so he slowly withdrew with the help of Jiang Jiyun and Jiang Wenming.

During the fierce close combat, the Japanese gradually discovered that the black vests worn by the enemy soldiers were extremely strong, and their bayonets could not penetrate them at all, let alone kill them.

Faced with this situation, the morale of the Japanese soldiers began to decline, and one after another they chose to surrender.

Jiang Jiyun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Yan family's guards had safely taken Xiao Lingchen away from the battlefield.

She herself did not stop, but continued to advance northward while killing with her uncle.

During the battle, Jiang Jiyun always had a question in her mind: she hardly saw many Japanese officers today.

Although she saw several majors in the western-style building, for such a large regiment, according to common sense, there should be at least colonel-level officers, but she didn't see any.

After a long chase, the two of them still couldn't find the target. All they saw were the panicked Japanese soldiers in shit-yellow uniforms fleeing everywhere.

"Xiaoyun, what are you looking for?" Jiang Wenming noticed Jiang Jiyun beside him. Her head was spinning like a top, as if she was looking for something important.

Jiang Jiyun didn't answer immediately. Instead, he suddenly reached out and fired a shot. Then he turned to look at Jiang Wenming and asked anxiously, "Uncle, where are those Japanese officers? Where is the Japanese artillery regiment? And where are the Japanese follow-up supplies?"

If it weren't for his own people chasing after the Japanese and killing them, Jiang Jiyun would probably have been unable to resist shooting them with a submachine gun or using artillery shells to kill them.

Jiang Wenming thought for a moment, and the scene of the previous Japanese artillery bombardment emerged in his mind. Those shells seemed to be fired from the north.

He decisively shouted, "Get the drone, let's search from above!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Jiyun quickly boarded the drone with Jiang Wenming.

After the drone took off, they began to look around in mid-air.

In fact, it was not only the uncle and nephew who thought so. Jiang Jiyuan and others were also eagerly looking for the Japanese command center.

During the previous battle, Jiang Jiyuan had used drones to discover several Japanese headquarters, but when they fired artillery shells, they found that they were just covert operations.

Jiang Jiyun controlled the drone and discovered some traces left by the Japanese devils more than 60 kilometers away from Changde.

She carefully maneuvered the drone and let it land slowly.

Jiang Wenming ran over as soon as he landed. After carefully examining the ground, he said, "They've been stationed here before."

Then he looked around carefully again, and then pointed to the marks on the ground and said, "There are tire tracks of a truck here, and the direction of the truck is heading east."

After hearing this, Jiang Jiyun immediately sent out a car.

Without saying a word, the uncle and nephew jumped into the car and sped towards the east, closely following the Japs' trail.

After the car drove for a while, Jiang Jiyun suddenly saw the Japanese fighter planes appear in the sky ahead.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly shouted, "Uncle, the Japanese fighter planes are coming again!"

At this time, Jiang Jiyuan and his men were escorting the Japanese prisoners away. After hearing the sound, they looked up and discovered this situation, realizing that the Japanese fighter planes were about to bomb again.

"Uncle, let's get into the space quickly!" Jiang Jiyun shouted anxiously.

They saw tanks and armored vehicles appearing not far ahead and parked on the side of the road.

Jiang Jiyun did not dare to hesitate at all and quickly drove the jeep into the space.

After entering the space, she said to Jiang Wenming in shock, "Uncle, did you see that just now? There must be more than 20 tanks, and there are at least 30 or 40 armored vehicles behind them? And there are those endless cannons. What are the Japanese trying to do?"

Jiang Wenming's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, trembling slightly. He stared straight ahead, his face filled with fear as he said, "That looks like the strength of an entire Japanese army corps, right?"

Jiang Jiyun, who was sitting next to them, also looked serious. She quickly picked up a pen and paper and wrote two notes quickly, handing them to Jiang Jiyuan and Zhang An respectively, indicating that they should be prepared to fight again.

After Jiang Wenming saw the note disappear from Jiang Jiyun's hand, he anxiously asked, "Xiaoyun, what should we do? We have to think of a solution quickly. This is the first time I've seen such a large-scale battle. So many tanks, planes, and armored vehicles. Can General Lu and his men hold the line?"

Jiang Jiyun frowned slightly, scratched his head, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I don't think this situation is right. It doesn't look like the entire army is coming. It's more like the scale of a division. However, even if it's just a division, this is definitely a tough nut to crack!"

The two looked at each other, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in their hearts.

They quickly got out of the car, changed into ghillie suits, picked up the telescope and left the space.

Jiang Jiyun crawled quickly on the ground and soon found a favorable observation position.

She lay in the grass, raised the telescope to her eyes, and quietly observed the situation in the distance. After watching for a while, she guessed that the Japanese artillery regiment had encountered a supporting team during its retreat.

Jiang Wenming secretly called his eldest nephew, told him their location in detail, and reported to him the details of the Japanese army's strength.

Zhang An stood on a high place, his eyes slowly sweeping over the exhausted soldiers around him.

Their faces were filled with fatigue and exhaustion, their uniforms were soaked with sweat, and they all had injuries to varying degrees.

Zhang An wondered what chances these soldiers would have of winning if they engaged the enemy again at this moment. He couldn't help but feel worried.

Jiang Jiyuan, standing by, also had a solemn expression on his face. He turned to look at the political commissar beside him and asked anxiously, "When will General Lu's main force arrive to support us? The Japanese are less than a hundred kilometers away!"

There was obvious anxiety in Jiang Jiyuan's voice. With their existing strength, they might not be able to withstand the enemy's fierce attack again.

Political Commissar Shen frowned slightly, and after a moment's contemplation, he replied, "The earliest we can get there is around eight o'clock tomorrow evening. Now we can only rely on ourselves to hold on."

His eyes fell on the soldiers who were so tired that they were lying on the ground to rest, and his heart was filled with helplessness and heartache.

These warriors have tried their best, but their strength is limited after all when facing a powerful enemy.

Unfortunately, Captain Song died heroically in the bombing of Japanese planes while defending the city at the West Gate yesterday afternoon. Now the heavy responsibility of commanding and arranging the battle falls on the shoulders of Political Commissar Shen, and he feels a great sense of responsibility.

Although the situation is now serious, he knows that he must cheer up, lead the soldiers to persevere, and wait for support from the main force.