On January 28, 1932, the sky was overcast, the earth was damp and cold, and even the gusts of wind carried a chill.

The light snow that fell to the ground for several days in a row melted into the mud of the earth.

At this time, the 156th Brigade of the 78th Division of the 19th Route Army of the National Army, which was deployed in the forward position of Zhabei, the brigade commander Weng Zhaoyuan, asked Zhang Junsong, the commander of the 6th Regiment, sternly:

"Commander Zhang, the fourth battalion and one company of your regiment are the main force, guarding the position of Tiantongan Station and its front line, how is the morale and weapon deployment of the soldiers?"

"Report to the brigade, I have already inspected three times, and I am ready for battle."

Brigade Commander Weng looked at his watch and said in a gloomy voice: "I don't know if the Japanese army on the other side will ......." ”

The phone in the war room rang suddenly, and the combat staff officer picked up the phone and immediately stood up and reported: "Report to the brigade seat, Song Yuanchao, deputy commander of the fourth battalion of the sixth regiment at Tiantongan Station, report, did you take it?" ”

"Take it right away." Brigadier Weng took a step forward and took the phone.

"Report to the brigade commander, the Japanese army has launched an attack on our position, the ironclad vehicles have opened the way, and a large number of Japanese troops are following the action, can we fight?"

"Deputy Battalion Commander Song, I order you to immediately find out the number of enemy ironclad vehicles and Japanese troops attacking our position, and be ready to counterattack at any time."

Brigadier Weng Zhaoyuan looked at his watch again, and the time was fixed at 23:30 on January 28, 1932.

More than 1,000 soldiers of the shameless and barbaric Japanese Marine Corps, armed with guns and ammunition, under the cover of more than 20 ironclad vehicles, launched an attack on the forward position of the 156th Brigade of the 78th Division of our Zhabei Division.

Brigade Commander Weng immediately asked for instructions from Shangfeng, received an order to counterattack, and ordered Deputy Battalion Commander Song Yuanchao, who was sticking to Tiantongan Station, to strike at the attacking enemy with the most fierce firepower.

The first shot was fired in Shanghai's 'January 28' War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression under the order of Brigade Commander Weng Zhaoyuan.

The arrogant commander of the Japanese army, Koichi Shiozawa, commander of the 'First Foreign Detachment', did not expect to be counterattacked by such powerful firepower of the Shina Army as soon as he launched the attack.

He ordered all the ironclad vehicles to attack the intersection of Yokohama Road, Baoshan Road, and Qiujiang Road in five directions under the cover of the heaviest artillery fire, in an attempt to occupy the important transportation centers Shanghai North Railway Station and Tiantongan Station.

The muzzles of the four ironclad vehicles were aimed at the positions of the 4th Battalion of the 6th Regiment of the 156th Brigade, and one shell after another roared and landed on the position.

Under the enemy's overwhelming firepower, the fourth battalion and the first company launched a desperate counterattack with the enemy, but in the end, because they were outnumbered, the counterattack lasted for more than an hour.

I don't know how long it took, but the commander of the first company slowly opened his eyes and found that there was gunsmoke and flames everywhere around, and the corpses were scattered all over the position.

Nima, is this making a movie?

It wouldn't be so real to make a movie, would it? The blood that fills the nasal cavity is too cruel, and besides, the set is all closed, why are those extras still lying on the ground stupidly, aren't they cold?

The company commander kicked the 'extras' wearing the devil's military uniform next to him, and shouted: "Oh, you're quite dedicated." ”

Without kicking out a fart, the company commander shrugged his shoulders and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, touched his left arm with his hand, put it under his nose and smelled the blood, and shouted in fright: "Finish calf, I'm injured." ”

He suddenly suppressed his exclamation, and in his heart panicked through the burning beacon fire, everywhere he could see were 'mass' soldiers and actors lying still.

This is a movie, a real battlefield, how could I, Wang Feng, appear here?

This is a time travel, a time travel to the Anti-Japanese War years 70 years ago, okay?

Wang Feng would never have thought that he, the special warfare king of the Thunder Special Combat Team, would be hit by a powerful impact in the tank cross-country confrontation, and he would cross without knowing whether he was alive or dead?

He really didn't believe that he was crossing over, shook it, stood in a bloody position, looked at his figure, and not only scolded: "What kind of thing, it's not small, but the muscles all over the body are loose, how can it be worthy of me, the king of special operations soldiers who is beyond time and space?" ”

In order to confirm whether he had crossed over, Wang Feng pulled the dead corpses on the battlefield.

Seeing the yellow-green steel helmets worn by these dead little devils who can't die anymore, the three or eight big covers around them, some of them revealing white cloths, all kinds of signs, Wang Feng was indifferent, and he undoubtedly concluded that he had really crossed over.

The smoke of war and the disgusting bloodshed that filled the position, Wang Feng realized that just now, there had been a battle of life and death here.

With so many corpses lying on the battlefield at this time, are there still any alive?

Once a Japanese soldier is dead and does not die thoroughly, he wakes up and sees him standing on this battlefield filled with gunsmoke and flames, recognizes him as a soldier of China, and gives him a shot in an insidious sneak attack, and in less than ten minutes after crossing over, he is really dead.

He bent down to pick up a 38 big cover, loaded it with a bullet in his hand, and looked for the living in the pile of dead.

There was really a panting devil who didn't die and suddenly shot him.

With the sound of a gunshot, Wang Feng fell to the ground and was shot again.

While Wang Feng fell, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger, shooting the little devil who was about to move.

"You bastard, crush me."

Every day of my life, how can there be a living one under my body.

Listening to the angry scolding, Wang Feng knew that it was not a devil who was pressed under him, but his own person, so he quickly rolled to the side, vigilantly and quickly removed the rifle bayonet, and held it in his hand and whispered to the shouting thin figure: "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”

"You're the ghost, get the knife out of your hand."

What kind of sound does this sound still smell of milk, it can't be a big child, right? This kid is not going to die? Why are you hiding here, do you want to pick up loot?

Even if you want to get rich, you can't even want your life, right? Unless it's a madman.

"Who are you and how did you end up here?" Wang Feng raised his voice and asked again. After taking a closer look at the beacon fire, it turned out that this was still a soldier, not a big child who picked up loot and didn't want to die.

He grabbed the little man as he spoke, trying to ask for an understanding.

"Ahh

"Excuse me, where's the injury? Does it matter? I can tell you little brother, if you are wounded on the battlefield, you must deal with it in time, otherwise you will be contaminated, and if you are not treated for inflammation, you will die. ”

Wang Feng didn't care whether the little soldier needed his help or not, he approached and groped and asked, "Tell me quickly, where the injury is, I'll help you bandage the wound." ”

"No, I can handle it myself." The little soldier nervously stretched out his hands and jerked hard at the dirty hand that groped for him.

"You, your hands are sticky with blood, it seems that you are not lightly injured, I have experience in this, I must listen to me, and I will help you bandage it soon."

Wang Feng fumbled around his body as he spoke, shook his head and scolded: "This bastard doesn't even have a first-aid kit on his body, little brother, give me your first-aid kit?" ”

"What first aid kit? I don't understand what you're talking about. The little soldier's voice became lower and lower, and before he finished speaking, the whole person collapsed to the ground.