The War of Resistance Against Japan: Special Operations Battalion Traverses Shanghai and Slaughters

After all the machine gun positions and snipers withdrew.

One battalion of the pursuing Japanese soldiers lost three companies, which turned into bloody, cold corpses.

The Japanese battalion commander was so angry he almost vomited blood. In just half an hour, he went from being a battalion commander to a company commander.

Nofuku Tokusho witnessed all of this from behind, his eyes blazing with rage, his teeth grinding together.

"Damn it, how come this Chinese army has such strong firepower?"

However, while he was furious, Nofutoku Masaharu discovered that the enemy would retreat immediately after a short battle, and that their numbers were only a few hundred.

He assumed that the enemy was another German-equipped division and that they were short of ammunition, so they were eager to escape the pursuit and dared not engage in prolonged combat.

Nobuyoshi Nobuyoshi's 55th Infantry Regiment, which had a total of more than 3,800 men, had lost half of its strength in just one or two hours.

Just as Nofutoku Masaharu gritted his teeth and ordered his troops to continue the pursuit, Fujita Saburo caught up with his 56th Regiment.

Seeing the corpses along the way, Fujita Saburo frowned and asked.

"Nofu-kun, what's going on? How come so many of your men have been killed?"

Nobutaka Yoshimasa could not possibly admit that his troops were too weak and had been beaten so badly by the Chinese army that they were almost powerless to fight back.

"Fujita-kun, the force that came to rescue the 261st Brigade is another German-equipped unit of the Chinese army. Although they are few in number, they are well-equipped and have strong firepower..."

Fujita Saburo looked disdainful and raised his hand to stop Nofumi Tokumasa from continuing.

"Alright, Nofu-kun, stop making excuses for your failure. We've fought against the German-equipped Chinese troops before."

"They are indeed more powerful than the average Chinese army, but they are still no match for our imperial army."

"You'd better think carefully about how to explain this to the division commander and the brigade commander."

Nofutoku Masaharu blushed deeply after Fujita Saburo's words, but he was powerless to refute them, and the latter's last sentence made him very uneasy.

Nofuku Tokumasa thought to himself, "We haven't even touched the enemy's hair, and we've already lost half of our troops. This is probably the worst defeat for the Japanese army since the start of the Battle of Shanghai."

If Nofu Tokusho knew at this moment that the 13th and 45th Regiments were in even worse shape than his 55th Regiment, he would probably feel instantly more at peace.

Seeing that Nobumasa Tokumasa kept his head down and remained silent, Fujita Saburo spoke arrogantly.

"Nofu-kun, let my regiment take the lead in the pursuit. We must not let the 261st Brigade escape."

Nofuku Tokusho looked up at him, did not object, and silently nodded.

Nofumi Tokusho didn't object, but he actually had a ulterior motive.

He thought that his unit had already suffered heavy losses, so he might as well let Fujita Saburo lead the charge.

If his regiment were to suffer heavy losses, he could explain himself to the division commander and brigade commander.

The key point is that this way, Notomo Tokumasa can regain the face he lost, and see how embarrassed Fujita Saburo will be then.

After obtaining Tokumasa Nobutomi's consent, Saburo Fujita immediately ordered one of his squadrons to begin the pursuit.

Meanwhile, Nofutoku Masaharu ordered his regiment to cease pursuit and instead follow the 56th Regiment.

After pursuing for more than a kilometer, the battalion under Fujita Saburo's command soon came into view of the two Tiger tanks.

By this time, it was already broad daylight, and visibility had become very clear.

The Japanese soldiers in this battalion had probably never seen a Tiger tank before, so when they saw two objects that looked like tanks parked on the road in the distance, they were still wondering what they were.

But they soon got their answer: Tiger tanks aimed at them and opened fire.

The two tanks fired alternately, and high-explosive shells exploded one after another in the Japanese ranks.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

The Japanese soldiers screamed in agony as they were blown to bits, many of them reduced to dust by the shells.

The once intact body was reduced to mangled limbs, chunks of flesh of varying sizes, and even bits of meat, which flew everywhere.

Many Japanese soldiers had the splattered on their faces and even in their mouths, and their stomachs immediately churned, causing them to vomit violently.

The scene was extremely bloody and horrific. Fujita Saburo saw it all through his binoculars from behind and was completely stunned.

Nofuku Tokumasa finally got his chance and immediately launched a retaliatory sarcastic attack.

"Fujita-kun, am I right? This German-equipped unit of the Chinese army has very strong firepower, doesn't it?"

Fujita Saburo's face turned ashen. He ignored Nobumi Tokumasa and immediately gave the order.

"Bring up all the artillery of the regiment and smash those two monsters of the Chinese army."

Fujita Saburo didn't recognize the Tiger tank. He noticed that these two tanks were not only much larger than the Japanese tanks, but their main guns were also exceptionally powerful.

So it was called a monster, and actually, the name Fujita Saburo is quite fitting.

Compared to Japan's toy tanks, the Tiger tank could indeed be called a monster.

However, Saburo Fujita's regiment was only equipped with six Type 92 70mm infantry guns and four Type 94 90mm mortars.

Now all these artillery pieces are concentrating their fire on the Tiger tank.

However, the firepower of these two types of Japanese artillery was completely ineffective against the thick armor of the Tiger tank.

"What? What's going on? How come our shells aren't doing any damage to the enemy tank?"

Nofuku Tokusho chuckled inwardly: "Serves you right for being so arrogant and daring to mock me. Now you know how powerful you are."

Despite his inner joy, Yoshimasa Nobuyoshi maintained a serious demeanor on the surface.

"Fujita-kun, our artillery caliber is too small, the explosive power is not enough, and we need armor-piercing shells to deal with tanks."

Fujita Saburo nodded helplessly, seeing his soldiers suffering casualties under the artillery fire, he was completely at a loss.

Just as Fujita Saburo was extremely anxious and didn't know what to do...

The two Tiger tanks quickly drove away from the battlefield and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Saburo Fujita breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that the enemy tanks must have run out of ammunition, which was why they withdrew from the battle.

With the threat of the Tiger tanks gone, Saburo Fujita, eager for revenge, urgently ordered his troops to continue the pursuit.

But his troops, after stepping over corpses and blood, only advanced two or three hundred meters.

The whistling of artillery shells echoed through the sky once more.

"Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..."

Then, a barrage of shells exploded within the Japanese ranks.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

A battalion of Japanese soldiers, several hundred of whom had just been killed by Tiger tanks, were now being shelled.

These are shells fired by ten M2-2 mortars that Long Fei had pre-positioned behind the Tiger tank.

Long Fei's goal was to keep striking the Japanese, but never to inflict too much damage on them.

They were gradually drawn to Panlong Town amidst their inner turmoil, their anxieties, and their eagerness for revenge.

Long Fei, the artillery team leader, gave them one hundred mortar shells, but ordered them to fire only half of them.

Long Fei was worried that if all 100 shells were fired, the Japanese soldiers would be so shocked that they would question their existence and give up the idea of ​​pursuing them.

Even fifty mortar shells were enough to give the Japanese a hard time. In just a few minutes, another three or four hundred of Fujita Saburo's battalion were killed.

It had only been ten or twenty minutes since he gave the order to pursue, but of the 1,300 men in his battalion, less than a third remained.

After firing fifty shells, the artillery crew immediately retreated to Panlong Town as ordered by Long Fei.

The Tiger tank was also added to Long Fei's system warehouse.

Then Long Fei divided the 300-man assault team into three groups and retreated in stages.

He ordered them that if they found the Japanese troops were not advancing, they should give them a small nudge to lure them to follow.

Fujita Saburo secretly rejoiced that he had at least survived the shelling.

He estimated that the enemy had run out of shells, and that his regiment would no longer suffer from artillery fire.

Seeing that the Japanese soldiers had finally regrouped and started their pursuit, Long Fei patted Xie Qiang on the shoulder.

"It seems the luring of the enemy deep into our territory has been successful. I'll leave this to you. Make sure you lead the Japanese to Panlong Town. I'll head over there first to make some arrangements."

"Yes, Battalion Commander, go ahead with peace of mind, I guarantee I will complete the mission."