On October 5th, nine days had passed since the devil set off from Mahuiling, and the six-day dry food he had brought had already been exhausted.

The division commander Junrokuro Matsuura, although ordered that all rations be pooled and sent to the combat units in order to maintain sufficient physical strength for the combat units.

But now even the soldiers of the combat unit have not eaten for a whole day and a night, and hunger and exhaustion have made every devil soldier weaker than ever.

The commander of the 145th Wing, Ichikawa Yozo, inspected the troops in the trenches with heavy steps and cheered them up.

"Wing Captain ......"

Seeing the wing commander coming over, the weak devil soldiers leaning against the trench struggled to get up and salute, their movements were so slow and laborious.

Ichikawa's gaze slowly swept over these unkempt and bloodshot soldiers, and he couldn't believe it, was this still the brave and good fighting army under his command?

Every time he took a step forward, his mood became more and more heavy, with the current state of the troops, I am afraid that there is no need for the Chinese army to attack, they themselves will starve to death, and the hope of breaking through is so slim.

Just as Ichikawa was inspecting his troops with a heavy heart, suddenly there was a commotion in front of him.

With a calm face, he hurried towards another section of trench with a group of officials.

"Mine! It's mine! ”

"Take it!"

……

In the blood-stained trenches, more than a dozen ragged soldiers were beating each other over something, and smoke and dust fell and there was chaos.

"Pull them away!"

Ichikawa's tone contained a hint of anger, the Chinese army had not yet attacked, but they themselves had started to fight first.

After receiving the order, the guards who followed Ichikawa rushed forward, and it took a lot of effort to pull away the scuffling soldiers.

When a handful of mud-stained rhizomes of unknown weeds were brought to Ichikawa, he understood why these soldiers, who were supposed to be fighting side by side, were punching and kicking their comrades.

The artillery fire had carpeted the neighborhood, burning everything and turning the bushes and thorns into ashes.

Now they are trapped in the trenches, and the trenches of the Chinese army are not far away, and from time to time people are killed by cold shots, and it is in this way that the two sides are expanding their gains.

The food was pitiful, the water they desperately snatched back from the ditch was blood-red, and in the predicament of hunger, survival was far more important than the affection of the robe, and they beat their companions to the point that their noses were blue and swollen, and their faces were covered with blood.

Ichikawa Yozo was shocked, this was something that their troops had never done before, but it was extremely sad to see the soldiers' vague and weak steps.

"Brawls in the army will be dealt with according to military law!"

Although Ichikawa couldn't bear to deal with them, he also knew that in such a difficult time, they should work together to get through the difficulties instead of messing with themselves.

Seeing that the soldiers who participated in the snatching of food were detained, Ichikawa Yozo's face did not show the slightest joy, but panicked in his heart, are they really at the end of their rope?

"Fight to the death! Let the Chinese army pay the price! ”

"Bloody fight to the last man! Never surrender! ”

"We are an invincible Imperial Japanese Army!"

……

Just as Ichikawa was feeling confused, a shout of battle spirit came from nearby.

Hearing these voices, his spirit lifted again, although he is currently facing a difficult situation, it is only temporary, and he will definitely be able to carry it through!

"Let's go, go over and have a look!" Ichikawa regained his confidence and strode towards the place where he shouted.

In the half-sheltered trenches, a large group of shirtless soldiers, wrapped in white cloths, were shouting feverishly at the instigation of the officers.

Although they looked tired, they were full of fighting spirit, and their strong will made Ichikawa hope of breaking through again.

"Captain! We're ready to attack! Give your order! ”

When a captain saw Ichikawa coming, he hurriedly ran over and asked for battle with a fanatical face.

Their troops were no longer able to attack because of hunger, but seeing the captain who was asking for battle, Ichikawa felt that a victory at this moment would be a great encouragement to the troops.

"There is food in the positions of the Chinese army! Offensive! Take their food! ”

Instead of starving to death in the trenches, it is better to fight for food and maybe survive, and Ichikawa Yozo thought of a way to survive, and came up with a crazy and bold idea.

"Anyone who wants to live picks up a gun! Go to the positions of the people of China and grab food! ”

The signal corps trotted along the trenches and sent Ichikawa's orders to the various trenches.

This order by Ichikawa undoubtedly rekindled the hope of the hungry devil soldiers, and they struggled to their feet, looking at the Chinese army position not far away, their eyes shining like beasts.

"Kill Gaigai!"

The howls of the devil officers sounded almost simultaneously from the trenches, and they seemed so pale and powerless at the moment compared to the high-spirited spirit of the previous days.

"Half loaded! Half load! ”

The devil soldiers struggled to crawl out of the trenches and charged the Chinese positions with heavy rifles.

It was a charge without artillery fire and without the cover of machine guns, and they had run out of ammunition, with less than ten rounds of ammunition left for each soldier.

Now they are going to use the backward tactics of the Chinese army to grab food.

The howl of the devil soldiers immediately aroused the alarm of the Chinese officers and soldiers.

"The devils have attacked! The devils are attacking! ”

The trench observation posts, which had been observing the movements of the devils, shouted almost simultaneously.

"Quick! Fast! ”

The brethren rushed to their positions from all over the place, and crouched on the trenches with familiarity, setting up their guns.

The brothers knew that the devil's shells had run out, so there was no need for artillery defense, and they could already feel the weakness of the devil.

But when they looked out at the crosshairs of their rifles, they were stunned by the devils who rushed over.

Is this still the devil army that they fear? The mountains and fields came all over the country, without any cover, and rushed straight over, is this a suicidal charge?

Those devils with white cloth wrapped around their heads still had grenades tied to their bodies, but most of the devils in the back could only hold bayonets, and the momentum of not fearing death still made the atmosphere suddenly tense.

The devil was charging in a group, and as far as the eye could see, there was a gray-yellow wave, surging over.

Seeing these howling devil soldiers, a hideous color appeared on the faces of the commanders in the trenches.

What a familiar scene, many veterans were like a dream, tears couldn't help but roll in their eyes, at the beginning of the battlefield in Shanghai, tens of thousands of Guijun brothers were forced to charge the devil in such an unobstructed situation.

Under the cover of the devil's artillery fire, several brigade commanders were sacrificed in one day, and tens of thousands of brothers were wiped out, and this was witnessed by many people, watching their robes rush into the artillery fire in the sky.