All the officers and men of the New Second Division were immersed in great sorrow.

Wandering, helpless, lost soul, depressed......

All kinds of sorrow and grievances, like the pain and sorrow that have been stripped of the heart and liver, appeared on the faces of every officer and soldier, and the positions shrouded in artillery fire fell into a dead silence, and an atmosphere of despair spread.

Luo Yuming suddenly remembered Wu Ming's last order - no matter what the division headquarters is, all the officers and men of our new second division must take defeating the current Japanese army as the first priority.

Luo Yuming wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and cast his resentful gaze on the Japanese puppet army that was approaching step by step in front of the position, and now there is nothing more important than avenging the division

Luo Yuming raised the submachine gun in his hand, pulled the trigger, pointed at the sky, and scolded the officer next to him: "Don't cry"

Seeing that everyone was still in tears, and their faces were distorted and deformed in pain, Luo Yuming stepped forward and kicked Fan Daoquan, who was squatting on the ground and covering his face and crying bitterly, to the ground, and shouted around: "Listen to Lao Tzu, let's avenge the division and kill all the Japanese."

When the officers and soldiers heard this, their bodies twitched, they wiped the tears from their faces, gritted their teeth, and couldn't help but clench the steel guns in their hands, and their original grief suddenly turned into monstrous anger.

Fan Daoquan suddenly jumped up from the ground, a face covered in dust twisted together, and finally burst out with an earth-shattering roar: "Damn it, avenge the master's seat, avenge the dead brothers"

"Revenge, revenge"

Every soldier of the new Second Division shouted from the bottom of his heart, and the belief in revenge went deep into everyone's heart, not only for the division commander whose life and death were uncertain, but also for the deceased comrades-in-arms, but also for themselves

By this time, the Japanese had already abandoned the assault on the southern defensive line.

After a day of fighting, all the cannon barrels of the 6th Brigade and the 120th Wing of the Field Heavy Artillery were red several times, and the loss of the barrels was extremely serious.

"Woohoo—"

"Boom-"

The 150 mm and 75 mm grenades slammed into the front trenches with strange screams, and in the rumbling explosions, the earth shook violently as if a strong earthquake had occurred, and scarlet fireballs rose from the surface. In the thick flames and smoke, dirt flew, and thousands of shrapnel screamed at high speed in all directions.

Wave after wave of artillery shells swept through the air, smashing fiercely inside and outside the forward trenches (formerly second-line trenches) scattered west of Shanghaitang, and the officers and men who temporarily withdrew into the anti-artillery shells opened their mouths one by one and silently endured all this, without a trace of fear on their faces, and all of them were full of bitter hatred for the devils.

An eighteen-year-old sergeant in charge of the lookout was hunched up on a trench, and from time to time a ball of fire exploded not far from him, and the sharp whistling of shrapnel continued to pass through his hair.

"Squeak—"

With a dull sound, a shrapnel that was fired like an arrow from a string sank into the trench wall next to the sergeant's neck, and he shook the mud off his head with some relief, and looked down at the shrapnel that was buzzing and trembling - if it deviated by a centimeter or two, the lookout would end up separated from his neck and body.

However, the sergeant's eyes were still so firm, he gently supported the steel helmet on his head, and tightened the cowhide covering his body, now the surface of the cowhide has been covered with a thick layer of soil blown away by the cannonball, unless it is directly hit by the cannonball, otherwise there is still a great hope of survival

From time to time, a few grenades fell accurately into the trenches in the group of shells that swept the northern line of the New Second Division, and the tyrannical shock wave and shmelnel raged in the trenches, and the dirt fell everywhere they passed.

The most terrifying thing is that those heavy grenades that exploded directly at the mouth of the anti-artillery hole, and the sharp shnel-cut shrapnel that was sprayed rushed to the anti-artillery hole, although there was a thick steel plate to cover it, but the power of the explosion of the 150-mm artillery shell was too great, and the thick steel plate was actually penetrated.

In the flash of blood, the officers and soldiers huddled in the hole screamed and fell on their companions, and streams of bloody arrows splashed out from the scarred bodies, and the entire anti-artillery hole was immediately coated with a layer of dazzling blood.

The officers and soldiers who had narrowly escaped the catastrophe carefully leaned the body of their companion against the cave wall with tears in their eyes, clenched the weapons in their hands, and sat on the blood-soaked ground, staring at the mutilated bodies of their companions, the flames of anger were constantly accumulating and jumping.

At this time, the woods and reeds within five kilometers of the entire northern front battlefield had all been turned into ashes by the Japanese artillery bombardment, and after the two Japanese reconnaissance planes circled several times in the high air, they did not find a threat, and the last nine 96 warships that took off from the Japanese aircraft carriers exploded, formed a long formation, and swooped down from the sky in the southeast one after another, and one after another extremely huge aerial bombs broke away from the fuselage and threw themselves into the position filled with gunsmoke with a shocking scream.

"Boom-"

Amid the dense sound of explosions that resounded through the sky, huge orange fireballs exploded on the second- and third-line positions under the responsibility of the 1st Brigade, and huge flames and gunpowder smoke rose into the sky. The nine 96 warships that entered the low altitude to carry out horizontal bombing dropped a total of 18 0-kilogram bombs, and the entire position groaned in pain in the explosion that was enough to destroy everything.

Several sections of trenches, which had already been badly damaged, collapsed in the firelight, and clumps of earth flew up, leaving huge and terrible pits on the ground.

At this moment, an anti-artillery hole suddenly collapsed with a "boom," and the flesh and soil of more than 10 officers and men inside instantly fused together, and the casualties of the mixed battalion rapidly expanded.

Such a powerful explosion is much more terrifying than imagined, usually a 150 mm shell weighs 50 kilograms, five similar shells gather in the same place and explode together, even if it is forty or fifty meters away from the explosion point, but the huge explosion and sound waves will still kill people.

In many shallow digging holes, the officers and soldiers sitting at the bottom of the pits looked normal, but in fact their internal organs had been completely shattered, their mouths and noses were bleeding, and they just sat and died quietly.

After all the bombers dropped aerial bombs, circled a few times and found that there was no target worth moving, they shook their butts and returned in the glow of the setting sun, and the bombardment of the Japanese artillery also came to an abrupt end.

At the end of the day, almost all the artillerymen, including the ammunition men, were exhausted and paralyzed. Seeing that the victory ahead was decided, many people deserted, solving personal hygiene, eating food and drinking water, and the Japanese artillery position was in chaos.

And in front of the position, countless puppet soldiers shouted, holding bayonets and rushing towards the scarlet Haitang River. Several squadrons of heavy machine guns in the Japanese formation followed, followed by fierce and brave devil soldiers.

"Crossing the river is victory"

"Cross the river before the defenders react"

"Can't give the people of China a chance to breathe"

Under the urging of the Japanese non-commissioned officers who pressed the formation, more than 1,000 puppet soldiers jumped into the blood-red river, which was warmed by the continuous bombardment, and quickly formed a battle formation and rushed towards the dead Chinese defense line. Behind them, a Type 92 heavy machine gun had been erected on the embankment.

More than 20 tanks advanced to a distance of 200 meters from Shanghai Tang, lined up, and the muzzles of the black holes pointed to the opposite bank, providing direct fire support at any time.

In the smoke of gunpowder, more than 500 officers and men on the forward positions who had struggled to survive the joint bombardment of the Japanese air-ground bombardment rushed out of the anti-artillery holes one after another and rushed to their positions at high speed.

The puppet army quickly rushed into the first line of trenches.

This was the only time that the Chinese army had occupied a position so far today, and everyone couldn't help but let out a cheer, but by this time the trenches had been leveled by continuous artillery fire, and even those pillboxes and semi-hidden bunkers had been destroyed, and there was nowhere to hide, so the puppet army had to continue to rush forward.

At this moment, there was a crisp gunshot, and a bullet was fired at the devil lieutenant who was mixed in the puppet army.

I saw a cloud of blood mist coming out of the head of the devil lieutenant who was shaking from side to side, constantly waving a long knife and shouting "forward", and the bullet carried a huge potential energy to instantly penetrate his forehead, and the stalled bullet stirred in the hole in the skull, and the brain and brain flower suddenly became a pot of porridge. The devil lieutenant, who lost consciousness in an instant, tilted his head back, and before he could snort, his body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were full of unwillingness, and a mixture of red, red, white and white sprayed out from the blood hole in his forehead.

As soon as it was too late, more than 500 officers and men of the first brigade and two regiments began to shoot at almost the same time with all kinds of weapons in their hands, and the dense bullets were like a big net, enveloping the more than 1,000 puppet troops who had not yet responded. Submachine guns and rifles hissed in unison, and the unsuspecting puppet soldiers fell to the ground before they could even shout screams, and only a few people in the pool of blood wailed in pain, and the rest turned into convulsive corpses in an instant.

At the same time, 36 Maxim heavy machine guns and more than 80 Czech light machine guns, which were raised to the platform through elevators, formed a terrible meat grinder with tens of thousands of bullets per second.

Such a bloody massacre stunned the Japanese troops behind, but the arrow had to be fired, the Japanese army had exhausted everything, and it was impossible to retreat back at this time, a large number of Japanese soldiers rushed to the embankment from the Shanghai pond with a shout, and lay on the river bank to launch a sharp counterattack on the spot.

Several heavy machine gun positions of the Japanese army, which had long been waiting for the east bank of Shanghai, opened fire in unison, and the counterattack of more than 30 Type 92 heavy machine guns was aimed at the firing ports of the crumbling pillboxes and bunkers on the defenders' defensive line.

Despite the protection of the bunkers, more than a quarter of the heavy machine gunners still fell headlong on the thick pile of bullet casings, and the yellow shells were instantly stained with a layer of dazzling blood, forming a terrifying visual effect. Under the blow of the powerful firepower of the Japanese army, the heavy machine gun, which had no time to adjust the firing angle, had to temporarily retreat, avoid the design opening, and look for another opportunity to shoot.

The temporary disappearance of the heavy firepower of the mixed battalion of the 1st Brigade shocked the spirit of the firmly suppressed Japanese infantry, and they quickly poked their heads out, put the Type 38 rifles on the corpses of the puppet soldiers in front, and launched fierce fire with the Chinese troops.

"Hmm-"

In a muffled grunt, several officers and men of the New Second Division, who only exposed half of their heads to shoot, hung their heads weakly, and blood flowed like small snakes from the hole in front of the steel helmet, dripping into the trenches.

The Japanese troops, accompanied by the crooked machine gunners who were charging forward by the infantry, hurriedly mounted their machine guns on the embankment and fired, and the furious rain of bullets enveloped the light machine gun positions of the mixed brigade of the new 2nd Division.

"Attention—"

One of the defenders' quick-witted machine gun shooters roared and dragged his Czech light machine gun down the trench, a dense stream of bullets screaming over his head.

"Ahh

In the midst of the screams, the assistant shooter, who was half a beat slower, fell down on his back in the trench, blood gushed out from several bullet holes in his chest, he tried to widen his eyes, shouted "avenge the division commander", and then used his best strength to hand the magazine in his hand to the main shooter.

"Don't worry, brother, I will avenge you and Shizao"

The machine gunner, who was in tears, took the blood-stained magazine and loaded it into the magazine, and under the angry eyes of the deputy shooter, he roared, and suddenly set up the machine gun, and in the sound of "da-da", the dense rain of bullets knocked a devil who was firing frantically into a sieve.

As the attention of the Japanese heavy machine gunners turned to the light machine gun positions of the defenders, the heavy machine gun positions of the mixed battalion of the 1st Brigade, which had been silent for about a minute, began to neigh again.

This time, soldier against soldier, heavy machine gun against heavy machine gun, thirty-six Maxim heavy machine guns continuously fired a fury of fire whips, and fiercely pumped at the devil's heavy machine gun position.

"Jingle Bell—"

The sound of dense bullets hitting metal was heard, and more than 20 devil heavy machine gun shooters who were shifting the angle of fire tilted their bodies, either falling headlong on the butt of their guns or falling to the ground with their heads on their backs.

"Baga, Up"

The devil commander let out a terrible howl, and the devil's sub-shooters gritted their teeth and rushed forward, but before they could lift the handle, before they could pull the trigger, they were beaten into a bloody sieve by the rain of bullets from the Makqin heavy machine guns of the 1st Brigade Mixed Battalion.

Without the slightest hesitation, the devil's ammunition hand also rushed forward with a shout, and there was a dense scream, and the devil's 92-type heavy machine gun, which was suppressed by the defender's Makqin heavy machine gun fire, finally recovered a little bit to spit flames

Dense bullets staggered in the air, and immediately swooped down on their respective targets.

Heavy machine guns on both sides stopped fizzing at all times, but soon resumed their cheerful singing, and this time the heavy machine gun shooters of the mixed battalion did not dodge again, and the two sides quickly exchanged lives, but on the whole, the casualties of the shooters of the new 2nd Division, which was protected by bunkers, were much smaller.

With the Makqin against the 92 style and the Czech style against the crooked handles, the Japanese infantry that had been suppressed could finally breathe, and they took advantage of the numerical advantage to charge again, climbed the river embankment, crawled forward, crossed the corpses of one puppet army after another, and gradually advanced the battle line to about 50 meters in front of the Chinese army's position.

And on the east bank of Shanghai's Tang, a steady stream of devils are rushing down the river, forming a wave-like attack posture

The devils piled up the corpses of the puppet army into temporary bunkers and fired at close range with the Chinese troops, while at the same time, after a large number of grenadiers paid the price of nearly half of the casualties, fifty or sixty grenadiers began to shell the positions of the mixed battalion of the first brigade.

The Japanese grenadiers, who were firing at the fastest speed, threw melon grenades at the light and heavy machine gun positions of the mixed battalion.

"Boom-"

In a series of explosions, fireballs rose inside and outside the trenches, and sharp shrapnel screamed and swept in all directions.

Thankfully, the trenches were narrow, and melon grenades were not easy to fire into, and even if a few fell into the trenches, the jagged trenches greatly weakened the power of the explosion.

"Fire"

The mortars, scattered throughout the rear positions, began to fire at the Japanese grenadiers in a-for-tat, usually for a minute and then quickly shifted, and soon the Japanese grenadiers were defeated in the longer range and more powerful mortar fire.

After shelling from a distance for a period of time, the Japanese Type 95 light tanks and Type 97 light tanks did not find what kind of weapons with flame tails were used by the Chinese troops, and at this time the Japanese troops had already occupied the front-line positions on the opposite bank, so the Japanese tanks started again, rumbled to the bank of the river, and after stopping, began to fire directly at the heavy machine gun positions of the mixed battalion of the 1st brigade.

The Japanese infantry artillery also gradually advanced to the banks of the river, ready to begin suppressing the mortars of the defenders and creating conditions for the infantry to assault the defenders' positions.

At this time, at least 4,000 Japanese troops had gathered on both sides of the Shanghai Pond, and more than 1,000 people had crossed the river, and almost all the Japanese were convinced that in the face of such a three-dimensional attack, victory would inevitably belong to them.

"Woohoo—"

At this juncture, 12 0-mm and 8 150-mm howitzers of the heavy artillery battalion hidden in the dense forest on the anticline of Jiulong Mountain opened fire in unison.

The shells crossed seven kilometers in the air and fell directly on the main artillery positions of the Japanese troops in the south of Qiuwei Village.

"Boom-"

The deafening sound of explosions came one after another, and the four 150-millimeter howitzers at the center of the explosion, which had been loaded with shells and were waiting to be fired, flew up in an instant, and the artillery pieces weighing more than 3,000 kilograms actually turned several times in the air and smashed heavily on the ground several meters away, and the power of the explosion can be imagined.

In the continuous burst of orange fireballs, those devil gunners who were sticking to the gun position rose into the air, and their lifeless bodies were cut into sections by sharp shrapnel before they hit the ground, and the blood and broken limbs and internal organs flew everywhere.

Finally, a shell screamed and pounced on the ammunition box piled up on the side of the position, and in the fireball that cracked, hundreds of 150-mm grenades were detonated, and the Japanese main artillery position was razed to the ground in a chain of explosions, and in the desperate scream, more than 2,000 Japanese artillery soldiers lying on the position were shocked into the sky one after another by the detonation of the shells, and in the blink of an eye, they were directly crushed into a sky full of blood by countless shrapnel.

When the heavy artillery battalion was dealing with the Japanese artillery, the 3rd Artillery Battalion arranged on the reserve position also removed the camouflage net covering the artillery, concentrated the 75-mm field guns of the whole battalion, and began to cover the rear of the Japanese offensive formation east of Haitang

"Bang bang bang-"

The Bofors 40-mm anti-aircraft gun was fired at the rate of UU shells per minute, and the dense rain of bullets fiercely pounced on the Japanese tanks, whether it was the millimeter armor of the Type 95 light tank or the millimeter armor of the Type 97 medium tank, it could not resist the intensive strafing of the Bofors anti-aircraft guns at a distance of one kilometer, and almost in the blink of an eye, the armor of the tanks was smashed into a hornet's nest like paper paste, and the devil's tanks lay on their stomachs.

This was not the end of the nightmare of the Japanese army

In the scattered pits behind the second-line position, a door of gasoline barrels was exposed, and then a huge explosive package flew 150 meters into the air and fell directly into the Japanese attack queue, and the dense explosive package began to explode in the air, almost a large explode, and countless devils on both sides of the Shanghai pond were reduced to pieces in the miserable howl

After this wave of all-round blows, the Japanese army was instantly reimbursed by one-third, and the rest of the devils who did not die were also stunned by the huge shock wave of the flying thunder cannon, and their combat power was completely lost, and the time for a full-scale counterattack finally came.