A mechanical voice came from my ear: "Mission on." Date: January 29, 1932. Location: Baoshan Road, Shanghai, China. Background: After the 918 Incident, in order to divert international attention and force the Nanjing Nationalist Government to submit, the Japanese invaders suddenly launched an attack on the Kuomintang 19th Route Army in Zhabei on the night of January 28, 1932. Faction: The 19th Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army. Identity: Recruit Chen Yiming. Goal: To survive the Songhu War of Resistance for a day. Mission failure, system punishment! ”

Xiao Mubai wanted to ask what the hell the system punishment was, but time did not allow, the Japanese soldiers had already rushed over, and Xiao Mubai had no time to care.

Almost instantly, the system gave Chen Yiming the memory, and Xiao Mubai knew his situation. At the same time, Xiao Mubai saw that the Japanese army rushed up under the cover of each other.

Japanese Marines in dark blue sailor suits and steel helmets shoot with rifles with plaster flags in their hands. There are also menacing steel monster armored vehicles, crushing forward.

Although it was the first time to see it, Xiao Mubai, who was a military fan, recognized it at a glance.

This is the Japanese Marine Corps, not the Japanese Army in khaki uniforms.

Today is January 29, 1932, on Baoshan Road in Shanghai, Republic of China, the 128 Incident broke out last night.

"Hit!"

In an instant, the sound of gunfire was incessant, and the smoke of gunfire dispersed.

Xiao Mubai was stunned, only to feel that someone had slapped him in the back of the head. When I turned my head, I saw a fierce face.

"Recruit egg, shoot! Is it a burning stick in your hand? ”

Xiao Mubai looked at this black-faced man, and there was a Cantonese shouting and scolding in his ears. The information in his mind told him that this person was a squad leader of the 156th Brigade of the 19th Route Army.

In his hand was a cold and swarthy steel gun, and a neat and clean blue-gray military uniform on his body, telling Xiao Mubai the truth.

Cold corpses, splattered blood, deep bullet holes, red and white brains, and flesh and broken walls.

The smell of blood and burnt irritates all of them.

The entire position was shrouded in smoke, and most of the men returned fire and fought hard. Only a few people hid under sandbags, shivering and vomiting. Some of them cried and turned to run away, and were shot dead by the Overseers behind them.

Xiao Mubai is the former. His stomach turned over and over, and he vomited until he vomited all the acid water in his stomach.

The soldiers next to him were all shooting back, no one paid attention to Xiao Mubai, only the squad leader's black face looked at it from time to time, and muttered: "Cowardice!" ”

In this class, there is only one recruit, and that is Chen Yiming, a native of Huizhou, Guangdong. Xiao Mubai's identity at this time is him.

Maybe it was stimulated, maybe it was born with the talent of a warrior, or maybe it was the violent factor in the blood that was stimulated. Somehow, Xiao Mubai gradually calmed down, clutched his gun, and hid behind a sandbag.

Now I am Chen Yiming, this is Baoshan Road, and this is Shanghai a hundred years ago. Xiao Mubai told himself silently in his heart.

The Baoshan Road is relatively open, and the Japanese army has been provoking for many days, and the 19th Route Army has been fully preparing for war, building fortifications, and setting up roadblocks along the road in an attempt to block the Japanese army.

However, this was obviously very useful, and the Japanese forces could not be deployed. An attack was made in the early hours of the night, but it failed, and dozens of casualties were not advanced.

Now for today's second offensive.

The sky was overcast, the air was cold and damp. Xiao Mubai was wearing a thin military uniform, but he didn't have the slightest time to care about the cold.

Not far away, Japanese soldiers with guns rushed over under the cover of tanks, covering each other and shooting cross-fired.

Xiao Mubai quietly popped his head, stared at the Japanese soldiers one hundred and fifty steps away, pulled the bolt, and then aimed at three points and one line.

This should be made of Hanyang, with a wooden butt, mottled body, and smoothed rifling, some years ago.

Putting the gap in the crosshair on the target's head, Xiao Mubai took a deep breath, and then pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Xiao Mubai was shocked by the recoil, and his shoulder hurt slightly, but he didn't have time to take care of it. Looking at the results of the battle, it was found that the target was unscathed, still there with the gun raised.

It turned out that it was because the recoil was too great, which caused the muzzle to rise and the trajectory to deviate, so it did not hit the target.

Almost instantly, combined with the memory given to Chen Yiming by the system, Xiao Mubai finally had a preliminary understanding of the Hanyang-made rifle, and immediately understood the cause of the problem.

Xiao Mubai took a deep breath, and this time he did not aim at the target's head, but chose the front chest. The frontal area of the chest is larger, and the probability of hitting is relatively higher.

Pull the bolt, aim at the target, pull the trigger, and the whole thing is done in one go.

However, to Xiao Mubai's disappointment, this time he only hit the target's shoulder, and it seems that he still needs to continue to fight. The blood rushed out, and the target just snorted, ignoring the injury, half-crouching and continuing to shoot.

As a military fan, Xiao Mubai said that he was ashamed that the single-shot rifle a hundred years ago was not so easy to learn. Therefore, in the online novel, the protagonist is full of power and appears in the posture of a savior.

What you think is simple is not as simple as you think.

In the smoke of gunpowder, Xiao Mubai pulled the bolt of the gun, aimed half-squinted, caught the target with a crosshair, and then pulled the trigger.

In sight, a Japanese soldier fell to the ground, a bean-sized bullet hole appeared in his chest, and blood rushed out. This was Xiao Mubai's fifth shot, the first time he killed a Japanese soldier.

However, the Japanese soldiers next to him turned a blind eye and continued to shoot.

Xiao Mubai was about to aim, but he was pulled by his beard and pulled behind the sandbag.

At the same time, the machine guns on the Japanese armored vehicles opened fire, moving their muzzles towards this side, and bullets puffed on sandbags.

Xiao Mubai desperately lowered his body, his face was pale, his body couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't even say words of gratitude.

Light and heavy machine guns were constantly pouring bullets, perhaps the Japanese vented the defeat of the first attack in the early morning.

Overhead, planes were bombing, mortars and grenadiers were shelling in front, and grenades flew by from time to time. Light and heavy machine guns form a tight network of fire, harvesting life like a scythe of death.

Anyone who has fought knows that recruits are afraid of shells, and veterans are afraid of machine guns. During the shelling, the recruits often lost their minds and did not know how to lie down and find cover to hide. Machine gun fire was intensive, and the charges often resulted in heavy casualties.

The machine gun spat frantically with tongues of fire, and Xiao Mubai saw with his own eyes that the team members who were still raising their guns to aim just now were hit by the machine guns, and their heads were unrecognizable in an instant, and blood and brains were splashed everywhere. There was also a team member who was about to drop a bomb not far away, his waist was pierced, his intestines were flowing out, blood was constantly flowing out of his abdomen, and he was panting with his eyes wide open.

It's horrible, it's hell.

Xiao Mubai's eyes widened and he was shocked. This is the real war, not the anti-Japanese drama of tearing devils and fighting with rifles.

After the machine gun was fired, the squad leader Black Face immediately commanded the whole squad to fight.

Bullets hit the armor, sparks flew everywhere, but they were useless. The Japanese armored vehicles were still rock solid, attacking with impunity, and the muzzles of their guns were frantically spitting tongues of fire.

The tank was less than a hundred meters from the position, and at this time, the company commander sent a death squad and rushed out with cluster grenades. It's just that before he rushed to the tank, he was stopped by a machine gun and beaten into two sections.

The atmosphere is solemn.

The firepower of the 19th Route Army was weak, the 156th Brigade was equipped with only a few heavy machine guns, and the artillery was more than a dozen mountain guns and field guns of 60 or 70 mm caliber, and the shells and ammunition were insufficient, so there was no way to support them.

The team members in the back gained experience, and under the cover of the fire of their comrades, they slowly crawled along the dead end of the tank shooting, step by step, and finally reached the tank not far away. Then the fuse was pulled and the cluster grenade was thrown onto the tank chassis.

"Boom!"

After the fierce explosion, the smoke filled half the block.

The tank was dumbfounded, but Xiao Mubai didn't see his teammates just now, obviously he had already sacrificed.

No one cared whether the team members were dead or alive, all of them just kept shooting back, and rushed forward with cluster bombs.

Death threatens the lives of all people, and there is no mercy for women. To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself, with the sole purpose of killing the enemy, killing the enemy, killing the enemy by all means.

Three tanks, and two more are constantly spitting tongues of fire, harvesting the lives of the soldiers of the 19th Route Army.

The tank was blown up, and the Japanese soldiers panicked, but soon stabilized and kept moving forward in an offensive position.

Xiao Mubai suppressed his fear, slowly raised his head, stared at the target, pulled the bolt and aimed to shoot.

Xiao Mubai saw the tragic situation, and his heart was extremely bitter, but the action of shooting and killing people became more and more pure, and every shot was harvesting a life.

Xiao Mubai admired those who rushed up and died together, even though they were also forced by the commander, although they had no choice but no way out. If it were him, he would definitely not have such courage. And there was only one result, and that was to be shot on the spot as a deserter.

(To be continued)