Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

"Endo-kun, what's wrong with you?"

Yamamoto Shigetoshi was originally preparing to have a meal in his own regiment, but after receiving a report from his subordinates, he immediately ran to Endo's regiment.

Seeing this colleague's furious look, he couldn't help but ask.

He didn't know about the weapons being picked up under the city wall, otherwise his expression would probably not be very good.

Endo Torapi was still furious, and when he heard Yamamoto's question, he spoke angrily.

"Mr. Yamamoto, take a look for yourself!" he said, pointing in the direction of the city wall.

Yamamoto Shigetoshi was stunned, picked up the telescope hanging on his chest and looked closely.

After a moment, his face gradually turned pale. He turned to look at Endo Torapira and asked, "Endo-kun, are you planning to bombard these Chinese?"

Endo Torapi nodded and said, "These Chinese are going too far, not to mention insulting the bodies of imperial soldiers."

"They picked up weapons right in front of us. We must teach them a lesson."

Yamamoto Shigetoshi picked up the telescope again, looked for a while, and shook his head, saying, "There aren't many Chinese leaving the city. Let them pick it up!"

Endo Torappei looked at Yamamoto Shigetoshi in confusion and asked, "What do you mean, Yamamoto-kun?"

He thought that these Chinese must be taught a lesson, otherwise he would not be able to get rid of the anger in his heart.

"Endo-kun, don't you see a problem?"

Yamamoto Shigetoshi looked confident of victory and obviously wanted Endo to praise him.

As expected, Endo Torapi asked, "Yamamoto-kun, just tell me straight!"

He was so angry that he couldn't think so much at this moment.

Yamamoto Shigetoshi had a smug smile on his face, as if he had seen through the lack of confidence of the defenders on the city wall.

"These Chinese didn't organize the imperial soldiers to collect the bodies last night. You should know that there were more weapons and ammunition on the battlefield last night."

"But today, he risked being bombarded by us to go out of the city and pick up weapons."

"This shows one thing: after two days of fighting, these Chinese are running low on weapons and ammunition."

"Endo-kun, what do you think?"

After hearing this, Endo Torapi said with sudden enlightenment:

"Yamamoto-kun's analysis is correct. If these Chinese weren't short of ammunition, they wouldn't have risked leaving the city."

"This also proves that they can no longer hold on."

Yamamoto Shigetoshi smiled and nodded, then continued:

"Endo-kun, it looks like the city wall is already in our hands!"

"Continue to storm the city wall this afternoon. I'll send a battalion to assist you."

"This attack is mainly aimed at depleting the enemy's ammunition. By tomorrow, we can stand on the top of the city and enjoy the scenery."

After saying that, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

They seem to have forgotten that from yesterday to today, they have suffered losses exceeding three battalions. How long can they hold out if the fighting continues?

In this kind of battle where one side gains while the other loses, if Gu Changfeng had enough ammunition, he would definitely be willing to fight them, but unfortunately there is no if.

On the city wall, Zhao Ziqing had been using an eight-fold telescope to observe the Japs in the distance. Seeing that they hadn't made any movement, he couldn't help but stand up and smiled.

"Okay, since the devils don't dare to take action, let the brothers be braver!"

Gu Changfeng said happily: "Old Zhao is right, the Japs really don't dare to make a move, otherwise I would have used heavy artillery to give them a severe blow."

Then he called Huang Zhengkui over and ordered, "Send your company down together and make a bigger noise."

Huang Zhengkui loved doing this kind of thing the most. Upon hearing this, he immediately said, "Leave it to me. I want to see if these devils will get pissed off to death. Haha!"

Gu Changfeng waved his hand and said, "Go quickly, you can eat when you come back. I'll ask Lao Zhou to send the food to the hidden soldier cave later."

Huang Zhengkui turned around and called on his brothers to leave the city.

Ten minutes later, several hundred people, including new recruits, arrived outside the city.

Endo Torapi, who had been observing the situation, was suddenly furious again!

Although he decided to ignore it, it would be strange if he felt good about leaving the city so blatantly.

After thinking for a moment, he ordered the staff officer next to him: "Hurry up, warriors, I want these Chinese to pay the price."

The staff officer bowed and agreed, but he began to complain in his heart.

Their regiment suffered a lot of casualties this morning, and they sent people into battle after just a short rest. Aren't they afraid that their own people won't die fast enough?

Coming from the bottom, he understood better how the soldiers felt.

The losses are too great, the soldiers must want to rest for a while!

It was indeed as the staff officer thought, the Japanese came to the Chinese battlefield from their hometown with the intention of conquering China.

But now the battle has turned out like this after two days, and the Japanese soldiers are at a loss.

Endo Torapi was not aware that a bad mood had already spread in the military camp.

"Senior Sawa, why do you think we came to China?" a Japanese soldier asked the Japanese soldier next to him in confusion.

As a new recruit of the Japanese army, he was shaken in his heart when he saw his comrades who joined the holy war one after another sacrificed on the battlefield.

When Zuo Bo heard this sudden question, his brows furrowed and his expression instantly became serious.

He turned around and looked around, and when he saw that no one noticed them, he whispered.

"Matsuo, do you really want to die? If someone hears you, you'll be dead!"

"Sawa-senpai, I don't want to die. My mother back home is still waiting for me to return."

Matsuo Taro cried to Saba in a low voice.

As a new recruit who joined the 114th Division later, he committed numerous crimes after landing in Hangzhou Bay.

However, at this time, facing the continuous slaughter of his companions, a sense of fear slowly grew.

He didn't know if he would be the one falling to the cold ground the next moment.

He also didn't know whether his mother, who was waiting for his triumphant return at home, would be heartbroken if he really died.

Zobo sighed in his heart. He actually knew very well that when a large number of corpses were transported back last night, many people were already dissatisfied, but they just didn't dare to say it in front of their superiors.

"Hurry up, hurry up." At this moment, the urging voices reached their ears.

Sawa patted Matsuo Taro on the shoulder and whispered, "When we go to the battlefield, you must follow me. Do you understand?"

Although the two did not join the jihad at the same time, they came from the same place.

As a veteran, it is his duty to take care of him.

Matsuo Taro looked at Saba with gratitude, then quickly finished the rice ball in his hand and followed him to the team leader.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, under the urging of the Japanese squadron leaders, the Japanese soldiers launched another siege.

Many Japanese soldiers shouted "Ban Zai", and were shot dead by Zhao Ziqing the next second. It has to be said that this was exactly what the Japanese soldiers wanted.

Sawa brought Matsuo Taro with him, and the two of them followed behind the team with their bodies bent, trying their best to make themselves less conspicuous.

Unlike their other companions, the two of them had no intention of killing the enemy. They were simply trying to save their lives.