The Great Judgment, Judgment Day!

Wang Hengyue looked at the battle report in his hand, and carefully put it on the office and public table in front of him: "Let's start!" ”

Start attacking!

On May 28, 1Q37, after a long period of bombardment, the Chinese army began to advance rapidly towards Tokyo, the capital of Japan.

At the forefront was the entire Seventh Army.

This torrent, jointly commanded by Major General Rao Guohua, the leader of the Shaozhuang faction, swept through the land of Japan like a flood.

Offensive! Offensive!! Offensive!!!

Crush all forces that try to block the Chinese army and destroy all forces that try to slow down the advance of the Chinese army! All enemies will let out a desperate groan under the crushing of the torrent of iron armor!

A large number of armored vehicles appeared on the outer defense line of Tokyo, and the Japanese tried every means to stop the attack of this Chinese army, and they placed almost all the forces they could use in the outer defense line.

Commanding the Japanese army was the Japanese Army General, Matsui Ishine.

Matsui knew very well what it meant to hold on here, and behind him was Tokyo, the capital of Japan......

The Japanese soldiers were equally aware of what the battle meant to them. Once they fail, what ...... will they face?

Death will not allow Tokyo to be attacked in the most direct way!

And the Chinese army is also very clear that if it breaks through here, Tokyo will be directly exposed to the artillery fire of the Chinese army.

The most sacred war has come to an end

But the worst of the wars has just begun......

Standing in his own headquarters, General Rao Guohua, who was commanding the battle, was calm but excited. No one could have guessed what the upcoming battle would look like.

"Colonel Zhang Lingfu!"

"Here!" Colonel Zhang Lingfu, the commander of the 189th Regiment, stood heroically in front of Rao Guohua.

"Tomorrow, you will lead your regiment to attack first, defeat the Japanese, and take Tokyo directly!"

"Yes!" Zhang Lingfu replied loudly.

The decisive battle finally begins here——......

The battle between the Chinese and Japanese armies on the outskirts of Tokyo finally began.

Everywhere there was artillery fire, everywhere there was gunfire. charge, counter-charge; Hold on, attack; Everything was packed with terrible artillery fire.

Logistics and supplies are also being carried out in pounds, and it is very important for the soldiers on the front line to ensure that there is sufficient ammunition and enough food.

For Chen Yongcheng, a transport soldier, everything that happened on the battlefield was so curious.

The entire platform was filled with busy crowds, heavily armed soldiers, as well as civilians and Japanese prisoners of war. The POWs were scolded by some other POWs wearing red and white armbands on their arms and holding batons. These special prisoners of war were Japanese soldiers who surrendered to the "Red Army", and they were also messengers for the Chinese. As a result, they gained the right to administer their former comrades, which of course suited the wishes of the Chinese.

Except for these special prisoners of war, who can manage the Japanese prisoners of war? The Chinese soldiers heard orders given in Chinese, and later in Japanese.

At this moment, a fierce gunshot suddenly reached Chen Yongcheng's ears. At the same time, Chen Yongcheng saw a faint white smoke rise from the right side of the cabin on the left.

Chen Yongcheng was completely stunned and looked around at his companion. His sergeant major had already thrown himself to the ground like a goalkeeper, and he was chaling his submachine gun!

A soldier with freckles on his face was staggering towards Chen Yongcheng at this time, his eyes wide open and his face with a strange and dull expression.

When he walked about two meters away from Chen Yongcheng, he knelt down, his mouth wide open, as if he was about to shout something, but he didn't say a word, and then he fell backwards. …,

With a pitch-shifting whistle, another burst of gunfire tore through the silence around them.

Chen Yongcheng immediately fell to the ground. The sergeant's submachine gun fired, and Chen Yongcheng saw that everything on the roof was bounced into the sky. He couldn't take his eyes off the young soldier with the freckles on his face. Now he was lying motionless not far from Chen Yongcheng.

The sergeant major yelled at the stunned soldiers, "Cover me, you idiots. ”

Chen Yongcheng looked at the soldier with freckles on his face, and he looked more surprised than frightened. Then the Chinese soldiers finally calmly aimed their weapons at the woods, where gunshots are still heard from time to time.

The Chinese soldiers opened fire.

The recoil of Chen Yongcheng's rifle gave him some confidence back, but he was still a little scared, and fired two more shots. The sergeant major of the Chinese soldiers, surprisingly and with great confidence, stood up and threw a grenade at that hut. The explosion of a grenade bomb sent a plank on the roof of the hut into the air.

Chen Yongcheng continued to stare at the cabin in an incredibly calm at this time.

The sergeant's submachine gun continued to fire. Chen Yongcheng unhurriedly stuffed a chalk bullet into his rifle. Just as he was about to shoot, two men dressed in black rushed out of the cabin and ran towards the forest. It's a good opportunity to shoot. Chen Yongcheng's crosshair aimed at one of them and pulled the trigger

But the chalk ejected wide.

The sergeant major quickly rushed to the hut and opened fire on the two fleeing men, but did not hit them either. After a while, the sergeant major motioned for the Chinese soldiers to come to him, and the soldiers rose from the ground. The sergeant major was staring at something in the ruins of the hut. As the Chinese soldiers approached, they could see a man leaning against the wall inside, his beard covering half of his face, his eyes a little wet.

He looked at the Chinese soldiers without saying a word, and the clothes he was wearing were not the clothes of the army. Chen Yongcheng noticed that his left hand was soaked in blood. More blood poured out of his collar. Chen Yongcheng felt a little uncomfortable for him. The sergeant's voice brought Chen Yongcheng back to reality from his trance.

He shouted: "Guerrillas, alas, you should know what will happen to you! ”

He said as he pointed his gun at the Japanese. The Japanese man looked frightened, and he fell to the side and fell against the wall. Chen Yongcheng took a step back, but by this time the sergeant major of the Chinese soldiers had already put his submachine gun back. He ordered the Chinese soldiers:

"You give me a good look at him."

The Chinese soldiers carried the Japanese outside. He let out a few groans of pain and said something the Chinese soldiers couldn't understand!

A train was getting closer and closer to the Chinese soldiers, but this train was heading to the rear. Chinese soldiers stopped the train. Three soldiers jumped out of the first carriage, one of whom was a captain. The soldiers immediately stood up to him.

The captain yelled at the Chinese soldiers, "What the hell are you doing? Why did you stop my car? ”

The sergeant major explained to him that he was looking for help.

The captain pointed to his car and said, "This train is full of wounded, and I can't do anything about your problems." ”

The sergeant major said to the captain: "We have two wounded people here. ”

The captain had now walked over to the freckled soldier on his face. The soldier was now lying motionless in the ground. The captain said with some regret: "You see, this man is dead. ”

The sergeant major hurriedly distinguished: "No, Captain, he is still breathing." ”

The captain looked at it carefully: "Well, maybe, but I'm afraid he can only last a quarter of an hour, let's take him away." ”…,

Then he called down two scrawny stretchers.

The captain asked impatiently, "What about the other one?" ”

The sergeant major replied, "There, on the edge of the wooden house." ”

The captain looked at the Japanese man with a full beard and did not live long, and asked, "Who is he?" ”

The sergeant major replied: "A Japanese, captain." ”

The captain suddenly became furious: "Enough. Do you think I'm going to help this *** who will shoot at the Chinese soldiers from behind us at any moment? As if I hadn't had enough of the days at the front! ”

He then shouted an order to the two soldiers who were with him. The two soldiers then walked over to the Japanese lying on the ground, and two gunshots followed......

This was the first time Chen Yongcheng had seen a prisoner executed

Soon, the group of transporters passed through a large town with a military airfield of the Chinese Air Force next to it.

Soon a Chinese reconnaissance plane flew over the convoy, and the reconnaissance plane and the armored detachment escorting the Chinese soldiers exchanged something over the radio, and then the plane left the Chinese soldiers and flew north.

The tanks that escorted the Chinese soldiers also disappeared into the dust raised by their tracks. The soldiers continued to drive along the road, and no one noticed anything unusual.

A few hours later, the Chinese pong pong men heard several rumbling explosions in the distance. Then the explosions stopped, and then there were a few more sounds. At 11 a.m., the convoy stopped in a small village.

The sun was shining brightly on the eyes of the Chinese soldiers, and the temperature seemed to have risen a bit.

The soldiers walked towards the cooking cart, where two stoves were spewing soot. The first person to come to the car was called by the cook to get the kettle.

At this moment, the Chinese soldiers heard several explosions not too far and not too close to them. They paused and listened for a moment. Everyone seems to be doing the same thing.

The explosion rang out again. On several occasions the voices sounded far away from the Chinese soldiers.

They instinctively ran. A soldier named Lin Sen asked a veteran, "What happened?" ”

The veteran looked very calm and said: "Bring our weapons, we are very close to the front line!" ”。 ）