Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

Wan Shijiong, the commander of the 618th Regiment of the Teaching Corps, seemed too ordinary to Gu Changfeng!

In other words, it was quite common on the Jinling battlefield where brigade commanders and division commanders were fighting one after another.

However, what Gu Changfeng didn't know was that such an ordinary regimental commander had disappeared after Tang Shengzhi escaped and the division headquarters and the general command had already disappeared.

He escaped from the enemy camp single-handedly and killed four Japanese soldiers, three of whom were scared away.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight. Even though he is outnumbered, Wan Shijiong still hopes to save the war.

He tried hard to gain the support of the superior forces, but the response he received was an order to "withdraw", and he had no choice but to flee.

If Gu Changfeng knew about this, he might call him a “real man”.

"Brother Gu, the Japanese artillery bombardment has stopped, you can go up." Wan Shijiong observed for a while and said to Gu Changfeng next to him.

Gu Changfeng nodded and ordered: "Special Forces, Bazooka Platoon, you go ahead."

Then he instructed Lu Daya: "Keep a close record of the positions of the Japanese artillery positions and destroy them for me later."

Since Gu Changfeng dared to come out, he must not be unprepared. Bringing Katyusha alone is definitely not enough.

He brought out mortars and German heavy artillery to guard against the Japanese artillery.

"Hey, leave it to me. My artillery company is the killer of the Japanese artillery."

Lu Daya said proudly.

He had killed countless Japanese artillerymen, and this title had gradually been used since the last time.

The point is that not only did others call out to him, but Lu Daya also shamelessly responded and often showed off about it.

"Don't be proud." Gu Changfeng said lightly, but did not criticize anything.

"Report to the regimental commander, the Japanese armored vehicles are coming." The front-line soldiers ran back anxiously to report.

Wan Shijiong felt somewhat powerless, and gritted his teeth as he said, "It's those devils again, the iron-willed bastards, ordering the death squad to attack."

They had no good way to deal with the Japanese tanks, all they could do was pile up their lives.

In the case of severe shortage of ammunition, even if he was an elite German-equipped division, he could only use this method.

"Hey! Captain Wan, stop struggling and just watch carefully. It's just a Japanese bastard. It's very simple."

Gu Changfeng hurried to stop him. He had brought a rocket launcher with him, so what use was it to the Japanese iron turtle?

Wan Shijiong turned around and looked at Gu Changfeng in confusion and said, "Aren't those heavy artillery pieces of yours used to support the brothers at Zijin Mountain?"

Obviously, he thought Gu Changfeng was going to use heavy artillery directly.

Gu Changfeng smiled and said, "Even fragile tanks like the Japs can be knocked down with my gun. Don't worry, I have a way to deal with them."

Wan Shijiong looked at the big gun beside Gu Changfeng curiously, and then asked curiously: "Is this the thing?"

Gu Changfeng handed the gun over and said, "This gun is equipped with armor-piercing bullets, and the Japanese tanks can't withstand it."

Wan Shijiong had just taken the gun, but when he heard this, his whole body trembled and he almost dropped the gun to the ground.

By the way, if he had this kind of treasure, so many of his brothers wouldn’t have died facing the Japanese tanks!

The battle is right before his eyes, and he believes that Gu Changfeng will not lie to him!

"Brother Gu, do you have any more good things like this? Can I have it?" Wan Shijiong asked expectantly, holding the gun tightly.

"No more. This thing is hard to come by. It won't do much good for you. I don't have many bullets left."

Gu Changfeng's answer disappointed Wan Shijiong.

Having said that, there are only about two hundred 12.7mm bullets left, which is definitely not enough.

I still have to find a chance to exchange some, Gu Changfeng thought secretly in his heart.

Huang Zhengkui and his team had previously sorted out other categories, and when he was exchanging them, he didn't even think about the fact that the big gun bullets were almost gone.

The Zhongshan Gate city wall had been blown beyond recognition by the Japanese, and the soldiers of the 618th Regiment launched a counterattack with the help of simple fortifications.

After climbing up the city wall, Xiaowu frowned, thought for a while, and gave instructions to the team members.

"Be careful later, we can do without Dazhuang's help this time."

Li Jie said with a smile: "Platoon Leader Xiaowu, we can still fight without a sniper. We are still here."

He has a long range and strong firepower, so there is no need to panic at all!

boom!

Just as Li Jie finished speaking, a shell fell on the city wall and several soldiers were blown away.

Li Jie and Xiao Wu exchanged a glance and said in unison, "The Japanese tanks are coming."

"Brother Li, the Japanese tanks are in your hands. Hurry up."

Xiao Wu said this, then bent over and ran towards the shooting position, and the special forces members followed him.

"Brothers, let's kill the Japanese bastard first." Li Jie shouted loudly and ran towards the wall.

Boom boom boom......

Dozens of Japanese tanks showed their power and bombarded the city wall!

The soldiers on the city wall were suppressed and could not raise their heads, and soldiers were blown away from time to time.

Li Jie carried a rocket launcher, aimed at the Japanese tank, and fired.

Rumble!

The shell hit the target accurately, and a Japanese tank in the front row instantly broke down and caught fire.

Then, the rocket launcher platoon artillery fired one after another.

whoosh…

Five shells whistled and flew towards the target point.

In an instant, the five Japanese tanks ended their mission and were forced to be scrapped.

After the first round, the assistant next to the artilleryman began to quickly replace the shells, and the second round of firing continued.

The Japanese soldiers outside the city wall were stunned. They watched as six nearby tanks were blown up within tens of seconds, and they were suddenly at a loss.

Boom boom boom......

The shelling continued, and the target was extremely accurate. It was too late for the Japanese tank soldiers in front to retreat, and another 6 tanks were destroyed.

Now, the Japanese front-line commander panicked.

"Baga, the enemy has artillery capable of direct strikes, quickly get the tanks to withdraw!"

Captain Miura of the 16th Regiment of the Japanese 20th Division shouted anxiously.

Miura, who had been paying close attention to the battlefield, knew very well that if there were a few more rounds of artillery fire, the tanks on the front line would have almost no chance of survival.

Captain Miura outside the city was extremely anxious, but the soldiers of the 618th Regiment on the city wall were excited. They shouted to kill the Japanese and poured out rows of bullets.

The Japanese soldiers on the front line were already confused, and with more than a dozen tanks destroyed, they were forced to flee in panic without the protection of the tanks.

The bazooka platoon won't give them a chance and continues with the third round.

Six more tanks were destroyed before they could withdraw from the battlefield.

"Well done, burn these bastards to death!" a soldier from the 618th Regiment shouted excitedly.

"Brother, what weapon is this? It's so powerful!" asked a soldier from the 618th Regiment near the artillery.

"This is called a rocket launcher. It's specially designed to shoot down enemy tanks and machine guns. It's deadly."

The artilleryman from the bazooka platoon said with some pride.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers attacking the city and the remaining Japanese tank soldiers had retreated, and the artillerymen were happy to brag to their allies.

"That's amazing! If we had this kind of weapon earlier, so many of our brothers wouldn't have died."

The soldier spoke as if he was thinking of his brothers who had gone forward one after another to die.

"With us here, the Japanese tanks won't be able to get out, don't worry."

Perhaps seeing what he was thinking, the artilleryman offered words of comfort.

"Well, let's kill these little Japanese devils!" The soldier wiped his face and said firmly!

This kind of situation happens frequently on the city wall. From the Battle of Shanghai to the present, everyone has been bullied by the Japanese tanks. This time, the artillerymen have helped them to avenge themselves a little.