.........The small black dots in the sky were getting closer and closer, hovering at a low altitude overhead.

"Fuck, little Japan's plane is showing off again, but it's a pity that this gun barrel is not powerful enough to take the plane down." A soldier below looked at the planes circling back and forth in the sky and couldn't help but curse.

"With this strength, it is better to stay and fight devils, seeing that the last day of negotiation is about to pass, and the Japanese army is afraid that they will attack again." A soldier next to him sat on a sandbag, eating a bowl of sauerkraut soup with some meat foam, and munching on the hot white-flour steamed bun in his hand.

"Fart, Lao Tzu is just unhappy to watch the Japanese planes, even if he scolds the sky all day long and fights the Japanese army, he is still alive." The veteran Zhu Chunhua replied in a thick voice.

"Watching the Japanese planes coming, don't you hide in bunkers and wait to be bombed?" Another voice rang out behind him.

"Lao Tzu's life is big, it's in the way of your!" Zhu Chunhua has a small temper and a big mouth, and he doesn't buy the accounts of those who are behind him.

"Traveler!"

Lying! The sound of a military salute with legs together.

"What a brigade, don't think I don't know what the hell you're messing with." Zhu Chunhua turned around in disbelief, this routine had been played many times in the barracks, and it had been used several times when he was a recruit before. Where will I be fooled again now.

But when Zhu Chunhua turned around and saw the serious face behind him, he was almost frightened, and stammered in a trembling voice, "Brigade, brigade!" ”

The person who came was the commander of the 156th Brigade, Weng Zhaoyuan.

"How. Lao Tzu told you to go back to the trenches. Is it in your way? Weng Zhaoyuan said with a dark face.

"Yes. Travel! Zhu Chunhua, this guy is also quite axial, after hearing Weng Zhaoyuan's words, he really rolled to the ground, rolled more than two meters away and rolled to the edge of the trench, his head was still on a small stone protruding from the ground, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Weng Zhaoyuan looked at this thing in a daze.

"What else do you command?" Zhu Chunhua really rolled back into the trench and got up again and said loudly.

"You're good." Throwing down such a sentence, Weng Zhaoyuan continued to inspect other places with a straight face, which has become a daily must-have job for him since he settled in Shanghai. Today is the last day of the three-day truce. The Japanese army has been assembled, and everyone such as Weng Zhaoyuan knows that this is also the calm before the big war.

"Just today, the empire will capture the Wusong fortress of the Chinese people!" On the last day of the armistice, the spokesman of the Japanese diplomatic corps tore off his disguised face and arrogantly shouted at reporters from Britain, the United States, and other countries, and 24 planes took off from the three aircraft carriers Kaga, Hosho, and Notoro and flew over the Wusong fortress.

Woohoo............ Bombs fell from the sky with a sharp whistling.

Wu, who had been calm for several years, was caught in a burst of fire and the earth shook at this time.

"Quick, hurry up and drive!" A nervous and anxious voice kept urging the driver driving in front. In the northwest, if it weren't for Jiang Li, he brought a certain number of military trucks. There are no cars in sight, but on the southeast coast. However, there are many wealthy businessmen in many cities who can afford to drive this kind of car. And the current commander of Wusong Fortress, Deng Zhenquan, is one of them.

Fortunately, the belongings had been transferred before, and through the car window, Deng Zhenquan looked at Wu Song, who was like being steamed in a boiling pot, and thought with palpitations. At this time, Deng Zhenquan had only one thought in his heart, to leave this damn place as fast as possible, who knows when the Japanese planes will land on his head and drop bombs? In the past few years, he has made a lot of money in Wusong, and last year he also accepted two beautiful concubines, so it is a pity to die like this.

"Jingle bell ........." Tan Qixiu's phone was called to the fortress headquarters over and over again, and after a while, the phone was answered.

"What's going on over there, the Japanese have called, and there is no response, and it took so long to answer the phone. I am Tan Qixiu, the deputy commander of the 78th Division, looking for Commander Deng! "If it weren't for the fact that the other party was from Nanjing, now that the enemy is current, Tan Qixiu would like to add another sentence that Nima's people are all dead?

He said a few words in a rough voice, and after a while, he replied, "Tan, Deputy Division Commander Tan, Division, Commander ran away with the adjutant!" ”

"Deng Zhenquan, I'll fuck my mother!" Tan Qixiu roared violently, hung up the phone, and then quickly dialed the headquarters of the 19th Route Army, reporting that Deng Zhenquan had escaped from the battle, and adjustments must be made as soon as possible. Most of the Japanese troops arrived, and a 78th Division on the front line at this time alone could not stop the surging Japanese troops.

Woohoo..........

More than 20 Japanese planes flew like flies over the battlefield, dropping ammunition from time to time. On the river, 13 Japanese warships, including destroyers and light cruisers, lined up. A stream of shells poured down on the heads of the defenders.

Rumble! Weng Zhaoyuan felt that the bunker would collapse at any time due to the indiscriminate bombardment of the Japanese army and bury him alive.

Under the cover of aircraft and artillery, more than 1,500 troops of the Japanese Special Marine Corps rushed towards the Wusong fortress with two armored vehicles.

"Bastard, did the fortress commander grow up eating shit, why didn't the fortress cannon fire yet?" Weng Zhaoyuan scolded loudly, and every minute that passed, there were several people on his side, and more than a dozen people were killed or injured in the artillery fire. In this kind of situation, which can only be beaten but cannot fight back, the blow to morale is also quite serious.

However, compared to Weng Zhaoyuan's annoyance, the soldiers of the national army who were responsible for garrisoning the fortress artillery screamed and wailed under the blazing artillery fire, and the power of the naval guns was originally greater than that of ordinary artillery, and more than a dozen Japanese warships lined up on the river, and their firepower accumulated, coupled with the planes overhead, their firepower was not ordinarily terrible.

Rumble! Building after building of the garrison's dormitory, the garrison collapsed, sending up a large amount of smoke and dust in the firelight.

A shrill sound seemed to penetrate a person's eardrum, and more than a dozen shells from the fortress cannon were detonated, and dozens of nearby defenders were all lifted into the sky and turned into flesh and blood. And the fortress cannon, which had cost a lot of money, was also twisted in the air at this time, turning into scrap copper and rotten iron, and falling heavily to the ground. The cement battery that cushioned the fortress cannon was also blown out of a large crater, and the tragic situation made people unbearable to look at directly.

"Bastard, why hasn't there been a reply from the headquarters, what should we do?"

The commander of the fortress artillery was so anxious that there was a trace of crying in his voice, which was a rage, and it was distress to see that the fortress cannon that was usually maintained as a treasure was destroyed by the Japanese artillery fire without resistance. It was also the grief and anger that watched those subordinates who had been with each other for many days turn into flesh and blood in the Japanese artillery fire. Not everyone has the courage to disobey military orders and attack privately. (To be continued.) )