Chapter Eight: The Bloody Song of Shanghai (5)

Every inch of rivers and mountains, every inch of blood, 100,000 young men and 100,000 soldiers, every inch of territory where we sit and lie down is fought by our predecessors with blood.

Following in the footsteps of the tanks, the soldiers bent down and charged forward, and the defense line in front of them cost too many soldiers' lives, and almost every step they took, dozens or hundreds of brothers fell.

No one can imagine the pain of the moment when the brothers who were talking with you a moment ago and eating at the same table with you collapsed, but they had to endure it, because they were the ones who survived, and the ones who survived had to continue to fight.

"Death squad charge." As soon as the captain of the Huishan pier waved his hand, a group of Japanese expatriates with white cloth wrapped around their heads and shouting "Long live the emperor" rushed up, holding grenade bundles and rushing towards the tanks and the charging Chinese soldiers.

The Japanese commanders did not care about the lives of these Japanese expatriates and Lang people at all, they cared whether they could hold their positions or not, and the lives of the elite soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire were naturally the most precious.

Seeing the death squad rushing over, the Chinese soldiers who were not afraid of death were also afraid, they were not afraid of their own death, they were afraid that the precious chariot would be blown up by the Japanese here, and when they went to the front, the division commander said that this precious iron shell is more precious than their own lives.

The grenade bunchs on the little devil's body were smoking, and although they had been shot several times, they were still advancing frantically, and no one could stop them.

"Fight with the little devils." The sergeant shouted and hugged the little devil, and the two of them bit and didn't want the little devil to take a step forward, and there was a bang, and the soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army and the little devil died together.

More and more soldiers are biting together with the death squads of the Japanese army, they are protecting the chariot with their lives, in this era of scarce resources, human life is not as precious as weapons, it is an indisputable fact in the hearts of everyone.

"Smack." "Smack." The sniper who appeared in the unknown road made the second group of death squads that had just emerged completely fall to the ground.

"Rush!" Although half of the flag of the national army was missing, it was like a torrent that no one could stop, advancing rapidly.

The Huishan wharf was advanced, the defense line in various parts of Japan was precarious, Hongkou changed hands three times, but the idea insisted on fighting, the Japanese commander Kasagi Ichiro was killed in battle, and the commander of the 427th Regiment of the 36th Division of the National Revolutionary Army was killed in battle.

The Japanese army is cowardly, they know that Hongkou Park can not be lost, but Huishan Wharf can not be lost, Zhang Zhizhong is a master of tactics, as long as he takes Huishan Wharf, he will definitely be like a swordsman, cut off the Japanese army, and then surround Hongkou, or besiege Yangshupu is an extremely simple thing, but for the Japanese army is the end.

The Japanese had to send reinforcements to Huishan Wharf non-stop, more than a dozen tanks, and 1,000 troops composed of marines and Japanese expatriates.

The support of the Eighty-Seven Division was there, all the troops were fighting, there was no support at all. The life of the 88th Division is already very sad, and I am looking for who to support.

In desperation, the brigade commander Yi Anhua sent all the most rear-end guard troops to the battlefield, and even the civilian personnel carried the Garand rifle and prepared for a bloody battle with the Japanese army.

Huishan Wharf is a huge flesh millstone, desperate on both sides, bleeding on both sides. And at this time, the Japanese Navy actually made an extremely crazy decision, they actually chose to deal with the Chinese Air Force on the side, and fired artillery on land over and over again. As a last resort, provide the most reluctant firepower support to the army.

Gao Zhihang believed that this practice was a provocation to the air force of the Nationalist Government, so Gao Zhihang asked Liu Yuan to launch an air battle again, and Liu Yuan telegraphed to the Supreme Command, and Chiang Kai-shek, in view of the slow progress on the battlefield, gave instructions and allowed the battle.

As soon as Chiang Kai-shek's telegram gave instructions, the air force of the Nationalist Government immediately took to the air, and a large-scale air clash broke out between the two sides again, with the Nationalist Government raising more than 400 fighter planes, and the Japanese had no choice but to lift all the fighters in the Shanghai battlefield.

With the existence of radar, which is beyond the times, Japan's fighter planes are not at all the opponents of the fighters of the Nationalist Government, and the sky was once caught in a chase and a scuffle, and the Japanese army knew that they were not the opponents of the Nationalist Government, but they were given a death order, that is, they fought to the death and did not retreat, which caused great trouble to the Nationalist Government.

Thousands of anti-aircraft machine guns, constantly spraying fire snakes, bombers that were not beaten down by Japanese fighters, but they were selected at a discount and fell into the sea, but there were still many Stuka breaking through the defense line and throwing heavy bombs on the enemy's warships, and the Japanese army's protection of the aircraft carrier this time was very tight, and it was simply impossible for the bombers to get close to the aircraft carrier.

However, the ministry prevented them from bombing other warships, and the Japanese destroyers and battleships were constantly injured, and some of the warships were directly blown up and sunk into the sea.

"I'm sending some bombers up, and this day is over." Gao Zhihang's order was not to add fuel to the tactics, but to let another bombing formation bypass the air battlefield and directly attack the Japanese naval formation, so that the neat naval air defense formation became chaotic.

Five U2s imported from Germany and a dozen submarines eliminated from the First World War had been moving silently, preparing to attack their destroyers while the air force was fighting them.

"The Northeast battlefield doesn't let us go this time, we finally have a chance." The first mate said excitedly.

The old ghost chewed tobacco leaves in his mouth, his eyes were full of golden light, and he stared nervously at every machine, for fear that there would be a little problem.

The captain carefully observed the data and ordered, "Continue to dive, one hundred and twenty-five meters, the target left front aircraft carrier." ”

"Sir, discover the China Navy." As the alarm sounded, within the visual range of the telescope, they saw the periscope of the submarine in China, and the captain of the destroyer Zhuri had to be cautious about the current situation, and no one expected that the navy in China would have the courage to argue with them.

"Depth charges, sink them for me, notify the other destroyers." The captain of the Chase Day, Matsushima Yves ordered.

More than a dozen destroyers surrounded several old submarines in a circle, and kept firing depth charges, sinking three old aircraft carriers in an instant, and the soldiers inside all lost hope of survival.

U2 is moving forward, quietly, all the opportunities now are given back to them by brother submarines, everyone knows that it is impossible to mix with the enemy's destroyers, so someone must sacrifice, but even the Japanese would not have thought that the Nationalist Government would choose to use so many submarines as bait.

"Captain, my old submarine has lost six of them, and the last telegram before they died, there is only one request, and that is to ask us to sink their aircraft carrier." The radio and sonar operators straightened up, tears streaming down their faces.

"We're going to avenge them." The old ghost clenched his fists and said.

"Shut up and keep sneaking." The captain's voice was almost cold-blooded, and he knew that the other U2s at this time had the same idea as him, revenge was okay, but not now.