Hu Yi lazily lay on the ridge of the field, his hands resting on his head, and was drowsy from the sun's massage. This is good weather, but it's not good weather either. If it rained for three days, the defense pressure would be much less, at least we wouldn't see that damn plane. Now that it's sunny, it's comfortable to be in the sun, but...
A shallow pit-type shelter has been basically completed, and the finishing work is now being done. The excavated soil cannot be piled here, and it must be integrated into the surrounding environment as much as possible to avoid making the location of the shelter stand out. In front of the shelter is a horizontal ridge with weeds growing on it, which will have a concealment effect with a little arrangement.
The big guy poked the shovel into the ground, wiped the sweat off his head, and asked Hu Yi for his opinion: "Brother Hu, isn't this trench too shallow? It's just enough for us to squat. If a shell hits us, is it safe to be so shallow?"
Hu Yi tilted his head to look at the big guy. This guy is really a good worker. He is strong and powerful. It didn't take long for the fortifications to take shape. "We don't need to protect against artillery fire, just hide people. If a shell really flies over, it will be useless even if we dig deeper."
Zhao Yong had almost finished dealing with the dirt that the big guy had dug out, and he ran over and sat down in the bunker. "Damn it, the first platoon treated us like a show. Commander Hu, even if we do as you said and dodge the shells, what if the Japanese really attack from the west? We've already sold ourselves out."
Hu Yi still looked at the blue sky and answered without hesitation: "That can't be helped. We can't have all the good things for ourselves."
"Ah? It seems you are also taking things one step at a time? Well, I almost thought you were Zhuge Liang."
Bang! A gunshot broke the silence.
Hu Yi sat up with a start. The gunshots were obviously from a Type 79 rifle, and they were coming from a long distance, probably from the east of the city. What was going on? Was it a sentry warning him? Or was it an accidental discharge? While Hu Yi was still guessing, the subsequent gunshots finally came one after another.
Wang Laokou had been on guard on the hill, and when he heard the gunshots, he ran back and entered the bunker with Hu Yi. "From the sound of the gunshots, it should be the third battalion in the east. It seems that they have made contact with the Japanese. Damn, they came so quickly."
The five people in the third row all huddled into the shelter on the open ground, crouching and leaning against each other. Zhao Yong curled up his legs, leaning against the wet soil, feeling uncomfortable all over. He held his gun in his arms and complained: "I have to run to the front and suffer this. Even if the Japanese fire artillery, I think staying in the city should not be worse than this wasteland. I can find a hole in the wall and hide there. What else can I do?"
Wang Laokou raised his leg and kicked Zhao Yong: "You know shit! How many times have you seen blood? Stay still."
Zhao Yong tilted his head and said, "What's the matter? It's not like I haven't been hit by artillery before. I've also seen the Japanese mountain artillery. As long as the shells don't hit the window or the roof, we can still hide in the house."
Wang Laokou chuckled and said, "After serving as a soldier for two months, you really think you are an old bird. Do you think a mountain cannon is a cannon?"
The main force of the Japanese arrived at the bank of the Huangpu River, and the three divisions were lined up side by side from west to east, with the 6th Division facing the 107th Division.
The locations of the docks and ferries suitable for crossing the river for supplies had been guarded in advance by the 107th Division. The Japanese did not want to waste time, so their infantry were lightly armed and marched upstream and downstream to cross the river in advance. Heavy firepower was temporarily deployed on the south bank of the Huangpu River to support the troops that had crossed the river to retake the docks and ferries.
The Japanese troops that crossed the river from the downstream of Desheng Port had reached the outskirts of Desheng Port and launched a fire test on the defense line east of Desheng Port. This was the reason why Hu Yi and his men heard the gunshots.
The fire contact from the east put the entire 638th Regiment into a state of war. The third company commander basically walked through all the defensive positions in the defense zone, except for the three rows in the field in front. He reminded the brothers below to be alert, check for any loopholes, and remind them to defend against artillery. After all, he was a company commander with many years of experience, so he must have this awareness.
Although the first platoon leader Wu Gui was not a very good person, he was extremely cautious on the battlefield, otherwise he would not be alive today. He was aware of the possibility of the Japanese bombardment, and he had already told his brothers to spread out as much as possible and try to hide in the thick houses. The third company commander inspected and was very satisfied with Wu Gui's arrangements.
As the saying goes, "If you don't think about the future, you will have immediate worries." The Third Company Commander and Wu Gui's awareness of anti-artillery is based on experience. They regard it as a homework before each battle. It is a habit, similar to Zhao Yong's idea. And Hu Yi's anti-artillery this time is based on the judgment of the current situation. The Japanese are in a hurry, so the firepower will be strengthened and fierce. They are eager to win the victory port in one fell swoop, so Hu Yi called this anti-artillery "robbery".
But this time, things went beyond everyone's expectations and beyond Hu Yi's judgment.
The data obtained from the reconnaissance and firepower testing of Desheng Port were converted by the Japanese into radio waves in the air, crossed the Huangpu River and reached the firepower support forces on the south bank.
The big frame was unfolded, the spade was fixed, and the elevation crank was rotated rapidly. Squeaky-s ...
This time, the first wave of artillery fire was not the 75-caliber mountain artillery that was often used, nor was it the 105-caliber field artillery that Hu Yi guessed, but the 150-caliber heavy artillery! Hu Yi was right about one thing, the devils cared more about "time" rather than means.
Boom—the violent tremor and the momentum of the shells when they broke away rolled up a large amount of dust, covering the sky above the artillery position. The 150-caliber heavy artillery shells, carrying the invaders' evil mission, broke free from their shackles, flew into the sky with strange whistles, crossed the Huangpu River, and then smashed down fiercely, smashing into the small town on the riverside that was bathing in the sun.
When the first mushroom-shaped cloud of dust from the explosion rushed up dozens of meters into the air, there seemed to be no sound. The whole town jumped violently, and all the window glass in the town shattered and splashed into the houses.
The second flower bloomed soon after, and the tiles on the roof suddenly jumped up, letting in sunlight.
Then the third flower came, and the solid wall was instantly torn apart, and dust flowed down the wall like a waterfall...
In the dense dust, the third captain saw that the soldiers on the opposite side seemed to be shouting something at him, but there was no sound. He tried to stand up by holding on to the wall, but was knocked to the ground by another huge earthquake. The dust on the ground was shaken and continued to float and swirl, appearing in the light, rolling up waves of strange patterns. The third captain tried to return to the corner of the wall, and suddenly, most of the wall disappeared, and the light came in...
The town was completely shrouded in flying dust, mixed with the falling sunlight, and turned into a dim yellow. There was no sound, only the soul-stirring shocks that kept coming, and the mushroom-shaped smoke clouds that rushed into the sky from time to time...