Shanghai, China's largest city, is the center of the economy of the Republic of China. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the autumn of 1937, it was like a giant magnet attracting the attention of the whole world - the Chinese and Japanese armies combined with nearly a million troops were engaged in a life-and-death battle around it.

Since the beginning of October, the stalemate and confrontation between the two sides have been relatively calm, and offensive and counter-assault operations have been staged on all fronts.

In the colonel's factory, every day the Chinese liaison officer will send the latest front-line battle situation several times, the coordinates on the huge military map are changing all the time, and the numbers of each unit are dazzling - the strength of the army in this area is close to 600,000, and it is still sending troops to support, and although the number of the Japanese army is unknown, it is enough to dazzle Lin Jun when working on the map.

Everywhere is a battlefield, whether it is in the city or in the suburbs and the countryside, the complete front basically does not exist, but the contest between various regions, but the result of the collapse of any area can be a total loss, for both sides. Basically, this is a city attack and defense war around Shanghai, a metropolis in the Far East, from the map, Shanghai is an easy to attack and difficult to defend city, surrounded by the sea on three sides, the landing operation of the attacking side poses a huge threat to the defending army, and the back road may be staged at any time - but the Japanese army has no way to retreat, once the position is lost, it can only go to the sea to feed the fish!

Everywhere there were grinding discs devouring flesh and blood, and the troops of the entire division and regiment were supported by it, and they were exhausted in a few days.

Shanghai, like a huge bloodthirsty monster, keeps reapering with life, the difference is that the Japanese army is fighting like a beast, and the Chinese soldiers are throwing themselves into this huge flesh and blood mill without hesitation in order to protect their homes and defend the country.

The strength of the Soviet Air Force plus the *** Air Force is small compared to the Army and cannot influence the situation of the war, but it can inspire the morale of the military - the decision-makers of the Air Force know this truth well - support, support, support!

"Don't think about how many Japanese troops have been wiped out, my only request is that the brother troops in front can see you on the ground every day!"

Lin Jun didn't give too many instructions to his subordinates, and this sentence was his only request.

On 18 October, the area of Kozaohama was in an emergency, and if the Japanese seized this area, the main communication between Shanghai and Nanjing would be cut off. In order to protect the lifeline of the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, the 133rd Division and the 124th Division fought fiercely with the enemy.

These two regular divisions had only arrived in Shanghai a week earlier, and were responsible for holding on to the Kazaobang area. On the 13th, the Japanese launched an attack on this area, and although there was no air support, the Japanese troops who had landed at the mouth of the Yangtze River and inserted themselves to the south still had an advantage in artillery fire.

Machine guns, rifles, grenade packs, sapper shovels and bayonets, all the weapons at their disposal; The comrades-in-arms died and had no time to bury them, and after the trenches collapsed, they did not have time to repair them, so the soldiers piled up the corpses of their comrades as a breastwork, and the living and the sacrificed people resisted the crazy attack of the Japanese army!

The Chinese soldiers on the forward positions were already red-eyed, and there was only one thought in their minds, "kill you". Before entering the position, the commander gave a lecture, a regiment commander shouted to the soldiers: "This is the land of China, we are Chinese soldiers, and only by dying on the land of the country can we be worthy of our fathers, fellow villagers, and ancestors!" There is no reason for the land of China to fall from our hands! If you go up, don't think that you can come down alive, the soldiers have finished filling the officers, and they have all finished beating Lao Tzu! ”

The sky in Shanghai in October was supposed to be clear, but the battlefield was filled with gunsmoke, and everywhere was full of devastation left behind by the war, and a faint smoke and dust filled the air. After 12 noon, the officers and men of the 124th Division, who had repelled another Japanese attack, got a rare respite in the trenches.

"Company Commander Zhang, there's something I don't understand, I want to ask you." On the position of the second battalion of the third regiment, Zhong Dakui, the logistics administrator of the battalion headquarters who had brought ammunition and lunch, asked Zhang Song, the commander of the first company.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Song, who had a face of gunpowder, was a little impatient: At this time, Nini was still crooked and angry.

This Zhong Dakui's name is rustic, but he is an authentic cultural person, and he basically has no common language with Zhang Song, who was born in a big soldier.

"It doesn't seem like our people were driving those planes in the morning." Zhong Dakui threw Zhang Song two steamed buns.

"It's a foreign devil, I already knew it." I took a bite of the steamed bun.

The Japanese attack began at 9 o'clock in the morning, and the soldiers, who had already repelled a Japanese night attack last night, shot again at the dense Japanese devils amid the roar of the commander. Life and death are not important, defeat one by one, and the Japanese devils must not be allowed to occupy the position!

Just when there was a fierce battle on the ground, four fighters with blue sky and white sun marks appeared in the air, swooping down from a high altitude and strafing the Japanese troops, making the little Japanese ghosts cry wolf. During this time, the soldiers were basically accustomed to this situation: at the moment of crisis, their own warhawks often appeared in the air.

With the help of the air force, Zhang Song and the brothers in the trenches once again repelled the Japanese attack, and after the fighters finished pouring ammunition, they also circled around at an ultra-low altitude over their own side, and one pilot also opened the cockpit and poked his head out and waved to the infantry brothers who cheered and greeted his war eagles, and as a result, many people saw for the first time what the "foreign devils" looked like.

The brothers haven't eaten since last night, Zhang Song finished the steamed bun in his hand in a few bites, drank another sip of water and said: "Shangfeng has said it, it's a foreigner who came to help us fight devils, where did your ears go when the group had a meeting?!" ”

"I didn't attend, how do you know!?"

"Is there anyone else in the back? If there is still space, send the dead brother down, and lie here is not the way to go. ”

When he came, he was 136 people, and now he can still gnaw on steamed buns, more than 60 heads, a thick layer of dried plasma in the trenches, and some minced meat and internal organs of the human body, many people can't eat anything even after being hungry for a day.

"If it's gone, let the brothers stay on the battlefield longer, and we won't be with them for a long time." Zhong Dakui didn't want to die as a chest wall to stop bullets here, but there was really no one left: even the cooking teams of each company had already entered the trenches, or he would not let himself, the lieutenant administrator of the company, act as a food delivery man.

"The order from above only allows us to hold our positions, and there is no intention of retreating at all, I will also go to your company after delivering this meal, and the local people have organized a logistics team, and I will not need to be a fellow in the future."

"Damn, no wonder this steamed bun is so unpalatable, you are a scholar who made it!" Since life and death have been put aside, there is nothing that can't be let go, "Lao Tzu will give you a good gun later." ”

In the afternoon, the Japanese troops on the opposite side also seemed to be exhausted and did not come to trouble Zhang Song and them. The soldiers rested in their trenches, oblivious to the foul smell of blood that permeated the position—it was impossible for them to carry the bodies of their brethren to the rear until reinforcements arrived.

Zhong Dakui was sorting out the ammunition, and Zhang Song on the side closed his eyes to recuperate. At this time, someone shouted: "Brothers, the people have sent something!" ”

Zhang Song looked behind him and saw a group of people running towards him under the cover of traffic trenches and bomb craters.

"Da Kui, I don't look at these people like ordinary people?"

"Bandits?!" Like Zhang Song, Zhong Dakui also has doubts. It's not that I suspect that these people are Japanese spies or anything, but how they look like bandits - ordinary people's clothes, carrying all kinds of weapons, both long and short guns, loose on their backs, but they all look fierce and vicious!

A big man with a leading appearance ran to the two of them, and it seemed that this guy with a big waist and a round waist could still tell who was the official. Zhang Song unconsciously put his hand on the handle of the box cannon on his waist, because the first impression of the person in front of him was that he was an outlaw.

"Hello sir! A total of 75 people from the 2nd Battalion and 3rd Company of the 3rd Regiment of the Shanghai Special Brigade reported to the commander, and the company was accompanied by Wang Laohu. The thirty-something guy said after a grotesque salute.

"Special Brigade?"

"Sir, we are all subordinates of Boss Du Yuesheng, director of the Fundraising Committee of the Anti-Enemy Support Association from all walks of life in Shanghai, Boss Du wants us to fight Little Japan, and we are here. Sir, I'll hand over my dozens of brothers to you, none of us are afraid of death, we don't have wives and children, and we are all good at killing people. ”

"It turns out that it's not bandits, it's hooligans!" Zhang Song thought in his heart, of course, he can't say that, no matter what hurtful things these outlaws in front of him have done before, as long as he remembers that he is a Chinese, it is good to be able to kill devils!

But this battlefield is not a foreign field in Shanghai, and it is useless to fight and kill in the gangs here, but people are enthusiastic to support themselves, and they can't pour cold water on others.

"My name is Zhang Song, you can call me Company Commander Zhang, this is Zhong Dakui, the administrator of the battalion." Zhang Song pointed to the scholar next to him and said.

"Brothers, come and welcome us, I only have one thing to tell you, hide your head when the devil attacks, and then fight when you get close."

"Brothers all listen to Company Commander Zhang. This time, Boss Du also asked us to bring some condolences and gifts, all of which were donated by the people of Shanghai. ”

"Wang Laohu, first tell the brothers to work hard and move our dead brothers to the back."

"Yes!" It was worthy of a group of outlaws, although there was blood and corpses nearby, but none of them turned pale with fear like ordinary people.

Hooligans are also bloody, and some of them also know that they are Chinese. (In the Battle of Songhu, the gangs in Shanghai organized a group of members to go to the front line to fight with the regular army, although most of them were in a one-touch collapse in the exchange of fire with the Japanese army, but there were also some people who fought to the death with the Japanese army.) ）

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