Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

Toyota Sawao was very sure that the Chinese lair was here, so he never participated in the battle.

Seeing the enemy, he smiled and said to Captain Shirakawa: "Shirakawa-kun, it seems that my idea was right. We have found them."

"Toyota-kun really understands these Chinese. As long as we eliminate the ones in front of us, we can go find their lair."

Captain Shirakawa remained humble and tried his best to praise Toyota when speaking.

"Yoshi, but Shirakawa-kun is wrong."

Baichuan was a little confused and looked at his new boss strangely.

"Shirakawa-kun, I have a mission for you now. Stay here and stop these Chinese and hold them back."

"Your mission here isn't to kill a lot of Chinese. You just need to keep them here. Shirakawa-kun, do you understand?"

Toyota Sawao's expression instantly turned serious, and he gave instructions to Shirakawa.

Captain Shirakawa nodded and then shook his head, still not understanding what Toyota was trying to do.

Toyota Sawao didn't want to talk anymore. He patted Captain Shirakawa on the shoulder, waved to call the ship behind, and walked up on his own.

Then he whispered a few words to his squad leader.

Soon, half of the squadron following behind began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield and continued to circle.

Seeing this, Captain Shirakawa finally understood and became excited, muttering, "As expected of a top student."

As a member of the Japanese aristocracy, Toyota Sawao was the last to enter the Chinese battlefield, but his promotion speed was beyond Shirakawa's reach.

Captain Shirakawa fought in countless battles, both large and small, to get this position, and now he has been demoted.

And how long has he been here? A year?

However, Captain Shirakawa now understood that people cannot be compared.

The time came to one o'clock in the morning.

A few miles away from the reed marsh, Zhao Ziqing led the team to stop, looked in the direction of the reed marsh, and said breathlessly.

"Damn it! I ran myself to death, but I finally made it."

At this distance, he could hear the occasional gunshots from the reeds, and he felt relieved.

Luo Xiong was also sweating profusely at this time. Since receiving the news, the Fourth Company had not stopped and was almost in a state of forced march. Only then did they arrive an hour early.

However, everyone was very tired at this time, and everyone was gasping for breath.

After a two-minute pause, Luo Xiong said, "Captain Zhao, what are we going to do next? We don't have any boats to get in!"

The soldiers of the telecommunications squad were still lagging behind and had no way to contact Zhao Chong in the reed marsh.

The soldiers in the guard squad had neither, as their job was to sound the alarm, and they had to rely on others to take over their shifts.

"It's okay. If it doesn't work, I'll go in and take a look first."

Zhao Ziqing waved his hand and said, what can he do without a boat? He won’t transport people in.

Luo Xiong smiled bitterly and said, "It's no use even if we get there."

Zhao Ziqing suddenly had an idea and said to Luo Xiong:

"I remember there were a lot of reeds at the exit when I came out. Maybe they can be used."

Luo Xiong glanced at the soldiers behind him, shook his head like a rattle and said:

"No, no, I don't know about the others, but almost all the brothers from the former Fourth Company can't swim."

Luo Xiong is a complete landlubber. It would be better to kill him than to ask him to go into the water.

Zhao Ziqing said speechlessly: "Never mind, immediately organize the soldiers who can swim and let us swim in."

"Okay." Luo Xiong said, turning around and shouting to the soldiers, "Those who can swim, come out quickly and follow Captain Zhao. Hurry up."

As soon as he finished shouting, more than 40 soldiers from the fourth company came out one after another.

"Not bad, let's go in first." Zhao Ziqing shouted and quickly ran towards the reed marsh.

Luo Xiong and the remaining soldiers also began to rush towards the reed marsh. If they couldn't get in, they had to think of other ways.

Everyone knows that the Japanese have found out about our past, how can we not be anxious!

A few minutes later, Zhao Ziqing led the team to the shore.

He glanced at the reeds still in the river, handed the gun and bullets to his deputy, took off his clothes, jumped into the river, and then pulled the reeds back to the shore.

"Come, help me make two more layers, wrap the guns and ammunition, and put them on top." Zhao Ziqing ordered.

The guns and ammunition were not waterproof, and he didn't dare to leave them with him, so he had no choice but to resort to this last resort.

The more than 40 soldiers did not just sit there and wait, but were already prepared. When they saw Zhao Ziqing coming back, they all jumped into the water to help.

Ten minutes later, a group of people began to swim in.

The water was icy cold, and the heat from the rapid march dissipated in a few minutes, and everyone's lips began to tremble.

"Brothers, hold on a little longer. The brothers from the Fifth Company are still waiting for our support."

"Everyone, keep your voices down. If the Japanese find us, we'll become targets."

Zhao Ziqing said in a low voice.

He was leading the way, and they had been to and from this area many times, so they didn't have to worry about getting lost even at night.

"Captain Zhao is right. Let's hold on a little longer. We'll be there soon."

Zhao Ziqing's deputy said.

Deng Wu was in a very difficult situation at this time. Facing attacks from three sides, half of his row of soldiers had died.

Deng Wu had no choice but to retreat into the reeds to defend himself.

"Captain, there are hundreds of devils gathered outside. What should we do?"

Platoon leader Gao Hai shouted anxiously.

"Try to buy time as much as possible. If we can hold out until Commander Gu and his men come back to support us, we'll win."

Deng Wu was also anxious. Looking at the row of people whose nearly half were injured or killed, his eyes turned red.

At this time, the second row finally encountered their first wave of Japanese devils.

Not many, just three ships and nearly 40 devils.

"Da da da."

The second platoon opened fire first, and heavy machine gun bullets were fired at the Japanese as if they were free.

More than half of the Japanese died in an instant.

The second platoon's firepower was not bad. In order to prevent the prisoners from causing trouble, they fired four heavy machine guns. When facing the Japanese, they immediately displayed the necessary momentum.

"Baga, the Empire's heavy machine guns, retreat quickly."

The Japanese squad leader lay on the boat, shouting at the top of his lungs.

In just a short period of time, more than a dozen people on our side died, which shows how strong the enemy's firepower is.

Lieutenant Jimu is not here to die, so he will definitely run away first.

"Grenade." Second platoon leader Hu Biao shouted.

Whoosh…

Dozens of grenades flew towards the surface ships.

Boom boom boom.

Some of the grenades fell into the water, while others exploded directly over the heads of the Japanese.

Before the Japanese had time to drive their boats back, they were all wiped out by this wave of grenades.

Lieutenant Jimu reacted quickly and jumped into the water immediately, but he was still hit in the back by a large amount of shrapnel and was obviously dying.

Zhao Chong paced back and forth anxiously. The gunshots were nearby, proving that the Japanese had reached his doorstep.

But the defense here relies on only a dozen people, how can they stop the Japs?

There are a lot of people, but few of them know how to use guns, which is equivalent to having none.

"Sir, are the devils coming?"

The people had been awakened long ago, and when they saw the Japanese approaching their doorsteps, they couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Chong nodded and said solemnly, "The devils are coming."

He had no intention of hiding it, nor could he hide it, and there was no need to.

If that time comes, the Japanese soldiers will not let these people go...