Rainy weather makes it more difficult for the defenders to build fortifications.

However, it also bought them valuable time.

On October 14, the sky cleared.

The Japanese offensive finally came.

Airplanes appeared over the battlefield.

Bombing, diving and strafing, everything.

Japanese planes are raging in the skies of China. Round after round, with the almost crazy artillery on the ground, constantly combing the positions of the Sichuan army.

Casualties were felt almost at the first second.

No matter how others describe it, they are not personally on the battlefield, and they can feel the shock and tragedy of the war.

Meng Shaoyuan's ears were full of explosions, curses, and screams......

He saw with his own eyes that a bomb had fallen on a position not far away, and with a roar, all seven or eight soldiers in this position were killed.

The 802nd regiment had no artillery support at all, and the only thing they could do was to endure in silence.

Finally, the artillery fire began to extend.

The attack on the ground is coming.

Ma Tianfeng, a soldier of the 6th Company of the 2nd Battalion of the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army, and a member of the death squad.

He probably didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out, and he actually drew a death lot.

An explosives bag was set aside.

He smoked viciously and cursed loudly.

started with Xiao Dongyang scolding, and then scolded his platoon commander, company commander, and battalion commander. In the end, he actually scolded the head of the regiment, Lin Xianghou.

scolded Lin Xianghou for not giving birth to a son, scolded Lin Xianghou for not dying well, in short, how ugly to listen to.

Lin Xianghou was by his side, listening to it sincerely, but he couldn't see any angry looks.

The paperwork of the 802nd regiment is carefully recorded in the notebook:

"September 11 of the year of Ding Chou, October 14 of the 26th year of the Republic of China. 802 Regiment Ma Tianfeng, 27 years old......"

"The Orientals are up, the Orientals are coming!"

The Japanese offensive began.

In front of the 802nd Regiment was the 7th Infantry Wing of the 9th Division of the Japanese Army, commanded by Asahi Heishiro Daisa.

A tank appeared on the battlefield in a flash.

When the Battle of Songhu had just broken out, it was true that some local miscellaneous troops had never seen this kind of iron lump, and they would rush up and smash it hard with the butt of their guns, trying to smash it open to see what was inside, and to see why a piece of iron would run away by itself.

But as the war continued, everyone knew that this kind of iron lump was called tanks, combat vehicles, armored vehicles, in short, no matter what it was called, it would definitely not be smashed with the butt of a gun and a sapper shovel.

There's only one way, take the explosives and burrow them into its belly.

And the troops will also spread this method by word of mouth.

The most effective, but also the most helpless way.

Therefore, the troops who go to the battlefield will always set up death squads as soon as possible, not to fight bayonets with the Orientals, but to really drill tanks to send them to death.

"Brother, let's go!" Ma Tian Feng clenched his fists.

"Lin Xianghou, you are a melon, you are an old fetal god!" Ma Tianfeng threw the cigarette butt, scolded, and then grabbed the explosive bag and roared:

"Turtle grandson's little Toyo, your father fought with you!"

He rushed out like an enraged leopard.

All the fire on the position opened fire at the same time.

The submachine gun in Meng Shaoyuan's hand also kept spitting tongues of fire.

He knew his tears were about to come out.

Brother, go all the way!

Ma Tianyu deftly dodged the Japanese bullets and quickly approached the tank.

When he reached a certain distance, he lay down on the ground.

In his arms, he hugged the explosives bag tightly.

The tank continued to move forward as if no one was around.

When the track gradually approached, Ma Tianfeng suddenly shouted:

"I'm going to shovel your mother's ancestors!"

He pulled off the fuse of the explosives pack!

"Boom"!

All of them witnessed this with their own eyes.

The iron guy lay down.

Ma Tianfeng is gone.

That's it.

"Let's get closer, and then call Lao Tzu!"

Without Lin Xianghou's orders, all the Sichuan army brothers on the battlefield knew what to do.

The Japanese infantry got closer and closer.

When it came to range, all light and heavy firepower of the 802nd Regiment opened fire at the same time.

And then, rows and rows of grenades were thrown!

Smoke rose from the explosion.

"Rush!"

With the help of the smoke of gunpowder, the brothers of the Sichuan army rushed out of the position and were strangled with the Japanese army in an instant.

In the absence of artillery support and a serious lack of firepower, rushing out and mixing with the Orientals to make the Japanese artillery superiority useless was the only best way they could choose.

The Japanese did not panic, they were well-trained and skilled in stabbing. Under the rendering of the spirit of bushido, each one is equally brave and extraordinary.

And those Sichuan army brothers who were holding big swords had already been burned with hatred to the point of madness.

Even the most timid people have long forgotten the fear of death in such a scene!

Die, die today, and be a good man again in eighteen years!

Without fear, he pulled away the bayonet, and without delay, he stepped up and stabbed the Japanese soldier in the head.

In an instant, a head hit the ground.

But before the Sichuan soldier could put away his knife, his vest suddenly cooled.

A bayonet had been pierced deep into his body.

The soldier staggered two steps forward, trying to turn around and continue playing, but he sighed deeply and slowly fell to the ground.

He shed his last drop of blood for the land of Shanghai.

He is a native of Sichuan, born in Sichuan and grew up in Sichuan, his ancestors have been like this for generations, and he has never left Sichuan.

I'm afraid that without the Anti-Japanese War, he would never have come to Shanghai in his life.

But when he came, he didn't appreciate the splendor of Shanghai, but left his life here at the age of twenty.

"The national disaster is at the head, and the Japanese are hideous. The rise and fall of the country has a share. I wanted to serve, but I was too old. Fortunately, I have a son, and I consciously ask for help. Give a flag and carry it with you at all times. Wipe blood when wounded, and wrap up after death. Go forward bravely, don't forget your duty! ”

"I don't want you to be filial before me; May you be faithful to the nation! ”

It was the "Dead Word Flag" given to his son by an old father before the Sichuan Army went out of Sichuan to resist the Japanese War!

This is also the belief that inspires every Sichuan army soldier to fight to the end!

And they did.

With his own young life and loyal blood, he did it.

Meng Shaoyuan saw it.

He saw it clearly.

He felt that a power burst out of his body that he couldn't even believe.

The submachine gun in his hand roared wildly, and strings of tongues of fire spat desperately at the Japanese soldiers who rushed up.

A shuttle of bullets was empty, and before he could change the magazine, a Japanese soldier swung a bayonet and pounced on him viciously.

Meng Shaoyuan avoided it, reversed the handle of the gun, and smashed it the Japanese head.

The other party's reaction was just as swift, and as soon as he lowered his head, the handle of the gun grazed his head.

The distance between the two people was very close, and they couldn't use any stabbing skills and grapples, so they yelled at each other, threw away their weapons and scuffled together.

Meng Shaoyuan now knows that when he fights in close combat on the battlefield and fights for his life, the step-punch punches and close-hand hooks he learned are not effective at all.

It's just that the two sides are scuffling together, like two shrews fighting, how can they knock each other down!

The Japanese soldier bit down on Meng Shaoyuan's neck, almost accurately, but still bit his shoulder.

Meng Shaoyuan found that he didn't care about the pain in his shoulder.

Because compared to life and death, pain is nothing at this time.

To live, to live!

The Japanese soldiers bit his shoulder desperately, and they got so close.

Therefore, Meng Shaoyuan did not hesitate to bite the neck that was right next to his mouth.

"Ahh

The pain in the neck and shoulders was completely different, and the Japanese soldier screamed.

It was precisely because of this that his mouth left Meng Shaoyuan's shoulder.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't want to let go at all.

He found that a piece of flesh from the neck of the Japanese soldier had been bitten off by him.

He didn't hesitate and took another bite......

Meng Shaoyuan struggled to get up from the corpse.

On the ground, half of the corpse's neck had been bitten off.

Meng Shaoyuan's mouth was full of blood, just like a vampire who had just drunk human blood.

This is the battlefield.

The most realistic battlefield.

It's not romantic at all, it's just killing and bloody.

It doesn't matter what method you use to kill the enemy, what matters is that you are still alive.

Meng Shaoyuan is still alive.

But he found himself dying soon.

Another Japanese soldier rushed at him with a bayonet.

At this time, Meng Shaoyuan was unarmed.

He could only watch as the bayonet stabbed at him.

Going to die here?

However, at the moment when the bayonet was about to stab Meng Shaoyuan's body, a head smashed into Meng Shaoyuan's body first.

The headless corpse of the Japanese soldier fell in front of Meng Shaoyuan.

The third battalion commander, Wei Juchuan, held the big knife in his hand and gasped: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, you can't die, otherwise my soft egg will be gone." ”

"No, no."

Meng Shaoyuan took a few steps forward, leaned over and picked up a big knife.

Lin Xianghou is right, the Sichuan army has a big knife in his hand, and there is no wealth.

But as long as there is a battle, he will pick up the big knife on the battlefield at will.

There were corpses everywhere.

The 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army brothers, the Japanese.

The cotton fields are full of severed limbs and stump arms.

The Japanese attack was repulsed.

Miraculously repulsed.

No one thought that the Sichuan army would rely on such rudimentary equipment to repel the elite Japanese army armed to the teeth.

But that's the beginning.

It won't be long before more frenzied attacks come.

The position does not need to be repaired at all.

Those positions that were temporarily dug deep have long been blown to pieces.

What's the use of retrimming?

Anyway, it's going to be blown up again in a while.

"Commander, Commander."

The commander of the first battalion first ran over in a hurry: "Peng Zesheng can't do it." ”

Peng Zesheng, the commander of the second battalion, was lying there quietly, and several blood holes on his body were "suddenly" bubbling out of blood.

Seeing that his regiment commander was coming, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. The right hand, which had broken three fingers, moved, and then left the world with wide eyes.

This was the first day of defensive operations.

The first battle!

The 802nd Regiment defended its position, but one of their battalion commanders left them forever.