Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

The situation in the reed marsh was not optimistic. Several soldiers from the communications squad died in the first moment of the shelling, and more than a dozen civilians were also killed or injured!

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Eight miles away from the reed marsh, Gu Changfeng, who was on his way, was the first to discover the Japanese artillery fire.

"Stop, just fucking stop."

Gu Changfeng was a little exasperated. He had been traveling for such a long time, but was still a step late.

"Commander Gu, the Japanese have dispatched the artillery squadron." Yang Zhenhua said bitterly.

He was feeling very upset because he had been rushing for so long but still hadn't arrived.

"The second and third artillery companies stay here, the others follow me."

Gu Changfeng shouted and quickly ran towards the east side of the reed marsh.

I brought all the mortars with me on this trip, a total of 12 of them. It was originally to prevent accidents, but I didn't expect to use them here.

"Hurry, follow Commander Gu." Wu Mazi turned around and shouted to the soldiers, and quickly followed Gu Changfeng.

The two artillery companies began to move, led by the second and third companies.

Ten minutes later, the artillerymen completed assembly and debugging and began firing shells at the Japanese squadron.

“Boom… Boom!”

The sound of artillery fire was deafening. Zhuchuan Jingji turned his head and was stunned.

Five minutes later, his artillery squadron was in ruins.

Twelve 12mm mortars are no joke, the distance is more than enough, and the old company's artillerymen are no strangers to this type of mortar, so the destruction of the Zhuchuan Jinger Artillery Squadron is reasonable.

"Sir, what should we do now?"

Taro Fujii felt a little regretful. Why didn't he let the captain take action earlier? Now he was in real trouble.

He knew that the main force of this unit must have returned to provide support, otherwise so many mortars would not have suddenly appeared.

"Bakayaro," Sukekawa Seiji shouted angrily.

But his anger could not solve the fact that the artillery squadron was destroyed, and now it was his turn to feel uncomfortable.

His only trump card was this artillery squadron, and now it has been lost, so his fate is almost doomed!

"Squad leader, the Japanese shelling has stopped. Commander Gu and his men must have arrived."

The soldier from the telecommunications squad said this with some excitement, and then he started to sob.

After more than ten minutes of shelling, the casualties were so severe that only he and Zhao Chong were left in the communications squad.

The civilians suffered heavy casualties, and the entire hiding place was filled with wailing and body fragments.

There are civilians and soldiers.

Zhao Ziqing escaped the disaster, but he was in a very bad state at this time. He was hit by shrapnel from the artillery shell and his calf was covered in blood.

"Captain Zhao, are you okay?" Luo Xiong asked breathlessly as he climbed out of the mud pit.

When the shells hit, everyone became turtles.

Zhao Ziqing waved his hand and turned to walk towards the center of the camp.

The injuries were no longer important. He had to check on the casualties among the civilians and the soldiers in the telecommunications squad.

The surviving soldiers also stood up and began to treat their injured companions.

"Beat them all for me, and leave no one alive."

Gu Changfeng arrived and, facing the remaining Japanese squadron, issued an order to annihilate them without mercy.

The big gun in his hand was pointed directly at the Japanese machine gunner.

In the temporary command center of the Japanese, Seiji Sukekawa smiled bitterly and said to Taro Fujii.

"Fujii-kun, we should serve the Empire and His Majesty the Emperor."

The end of the road was near, and he had no intention of resisting.

From the sound of gunfire, we know that this large group of Chinese has arrived...

Fujii Taro opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and then, as if making up his mind, said to Sukekawa Seiji:

"As a warrior, I should die on the battlefield!"

As he spoke, he drew his command knife, walked out of the command center, and shouted loudly to the nearby soldiers.

"Everything is for His Majesty the Emperor. Kill the chicken and give it to him."

The Japanese soldiers started to charge forward desperately as if they were injected with chicken blood, and soon they engaged in a firefight with the soldiers of the second and third companies.

Machine guns roared on the battlefield, and soldiers from both sides fell to the ground every second.

Inside the command center, Seiji Sukekawa elegantly drew out his command knife and gently stroked it, as if he was saying goodbye to an old friend.

"puff,"

Sukekawa Seiji groaned, endured the severe pain in his abdomen, and gripped the command knife tightly with both hands and turned it hard again.

He fell to the cold ground, ending his sinful life.

At this time, Fujii Taro did not regard himself as an officer, but instead followed the ordinary soldiers to charge forward.

In his mind, it seemed like a long, long time ago.

Pull the bolt, raise the gun and shoot, the bullet enters the enemy's body and head.

This feeling made his blood boil.

"Bang" a bullet hit his arm, he just shook his body slightly, and then continued to shoot at the enemy.

I have to say that he was very lucky. Everyone around him had died, and he was the only one left charging at the front.

"Bang!" Gu Changfeng's 12.7mm bullet accurately hit Fujii Taro.

"Pfft."

Taro Fujii raised his arm mechanically, and after a few seconds, half of his body fell to the ground powerlessly.

"Commander Gu, the Japanese here have been cleared out. We discovered in the headquarters that the Japanese major general has committed suicide. There are still more than a dozen ships on the shore."

Wu Mazi ran to Commander Gu and reported.

"Order the 2nd and 3rd Company's firepower squad to board the ship immediately. You can handle the rest, Old Wu."

Gu Changfeng said with a cold expression.

The death of just a major general is not interesting at all.

Now he just wanted to eliminate the devils in front of him and then see how many casualties there were among the people.

After more than ten minutes of bombardment, I don’t know how many are left...

Soldiers from the second and third companies boarded the boats one after another and rowed towards the reeds.

"Brothers, hold on a little longer, our support is coming."

Deng Wu's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know how many times he had said this.

There were less than twenty people left around him at this moment, and they were counterattacking by relying on a small hill.

Fortunately, there were still five light and heavy machine guns, and the Japanese attack was also restricted.

"Captain, when did the Japanese artillery fire stop?"

Dabao wiped the mud off his face and asked Deng Wu.

He was lucky to survive, but his entire squad was killed, and his squad leader also died before him!

Deng Wu was stunned when he heard this. His attention had always been on the Japanese.

If the Japanese attack had not paused for a moment and Dabao had not reminded him, he really would not have noticed it.

"Commander Gu and the others are back, brothers, this time it's for real."

Deng Wu said excitedly that he had thought of it. If it weren't for this, the Japs would not have stopped attacking. There must be something wrong outside!

"Captain, what you said is true. Then we are saved."

Dabao's face flushed red, for the joy of being alive and also for the squad leader's advice, he must survive!

Deng Wu nodded heavily and said, "It must be, brothers, we are saved!"

After that, he instructed: "Don't save any grenades later. Shoot them at the heads of the Japanese. Do you hear me?"

He originally wanted to stay and die with the Japs, but now it seems that there is no need for that. Killing the Japs to avenge himself is more important.

"Yes, Captain."

Nearly twenty soldiers murmured in response.

"Sir, the squadron has been disconnected. Please give your instructions."

After listening to his subordinates' report, Major Hatano was a little at a loss.

He knew that the artillery squadron had been destroyed, but it had only been a short time and the regiment headquarters could not be contacted. What should he do?

What should be done with the squadrons left behind in the reed marshes?