When a fierce battle broke out in Nantong, Xu Rui and his party were rushing towards Fushan.
Marching in broad daylight can easily reveal your whereabouts, but Xu Rui couldn't care less.
Xu Rui was very worried about the safety of the Independent Battalion. He was worried that this unit, which had finally been brought out of the ruins of Wuxi and had finally become somewhat elite, would be gone.
The veteran underestimated the Japanese's revenge, but Xu Rui would never underestimate it at all.
Especially when the old soldier left slogans insulting Hirohito on the river beach, the Japanese would never give up. If nothing else happened, Matsui Iwane, an old Japanese soldier, would definitely mobilize more troops and cross the river to the north of the river to encircle him. Blocking the independent camp, in short, it is absolutely impossible for the Japanese to just let it go.
While walking, Junko Okahara suddenly stepped on the air and fell to the ground with a thud.
After marching for twenty miles, Okahara Junko finally couldn't hold on anymore. Women are women after all, and their physical strength is inherently incomparable to men.
But when Xu Rui's cold eyes glanced over, Junko Xiaoluhara immediately shuddered. While bowing to Xu Rui repeatedly, she struggled to stand up, but just halfway up, she fell heavily again. Sitting on the ground, his right ankle felt an excruciating pain, and tears instantly overflowed from the corners of Okahara Jun's eyes.
Jiang Nan came over and gently took off Junko Okahara's boots and socks. He found that her ankle had swollen to the point of becoming a steamed bun.
Jiang Nan asked: "Did you hurt any bones?"
Junko Okahara shook her head and said with tears, "No, I just had a sprain."
Jiang Nan turned to Xu Rui and said, "Battle Commander Xu, take a rest."
Xu Rui looked around and found that Hei Qi and Li Hai were out of breath from exhaustion. He Shuya was even out of breath from the long and urgent march. His face was pale, but his lips were starting to turn purple. This was a sign of extreme exhaustion. It was obvious that He Shuya had been supporting himself and not falling down.
Although Xu Rui wanted to continue the forced march, he knew that it would be impossible without rest.
At that moment, Xu Rui said: "Rest where you are for fifteen minutes, and take the time to eat something!"
Xu Rui gave the order, and everyone immediately cheered and then collapsed on the ground.
Jiang Nan helped Oluhara Junko sit down, took out a patch of ointment from the medicine box, and asked Cui Jiu to make a fire.
Cui Jiugang lit the fire, but Xu Rui walked over and couldn't help but stamp it out, saying, "Why are you lighting a fire? Do you think the little devil's reconnaissance plane can't find us?"
Cui Jiu frowned, but did not dare to do it after all.
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes at Xu Rui and said coquettishly, "This Qu's Baiyao must be dissolved to be effective."
"Just apply cold compresses." Xu Rui glanced at Xiaolu Yuanjunzi and said, "Wait for hot compresses at night."
Jiang Nan curled his lips and had no choice but to put a cold compress of ointment on Oluhara Junko's swollen right foot. Oluhara Junko quickly thanked Jiang Nan.
Before Jiang Nan could pack up the medicine box, Xu Rui said, "Don't pack it up yet. Turn on the radio quickly. I want to talk to you on the summit right away."
As he spoke, Xu Rui took out the radio from Jiangnan's backpack and quickly set up the antenna.
Jiang Nan rolled her eyes at Xu Rui. Although she was dissatisfied with Xu Rui's domineering style, she had nothing to do. She knelt down in front of the radio station, turned on the power, and pressed the buttons one by one to turn the dots and dashes into radio waves. Sending out to the void in all directions: drops, drops, drops...
After a while, a familiar radio wave came from the earphones, and Shanghai responded.
"It's clear." Jiang Nan looked back at Xu Rui and said, "What do you want to say?"
Xu Rui said: "Your Fuxing Society must have monitored the communications of the Japs. Can you help me ask if there is any news about our independent camp among the communications of the Japs that have been monitored?"
Jiang Nan wrote down Xu Rui's words, translated them into dots and dashes, and then sent them out one by one.
A moment later, the beeping sound came from the earphones again. Jiang Nan immediately took out his notebook, listening attentively while writing down the dots and dashes one by one.
Then, Jiang Nan cut off the power, took off his headphones, and then translated the transcribed dots and dashes into lines of text according to the code book.
Xu Rui leaned down and asked, "How is the Independence Camp?"
Jiang Nan rolled his eyes at Xu Rui again and said angrily: "There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Xu Rui didn't give Jiangnan this chance at all. He snatched the copying paper from her hand and took a closer look. He saw two lines written on the copying paper: The remnants of the temporary 79th Division have been surrounded by the Japanese Chongteng Detachment. Nantong; Starting from tomorrow, the next three days will be rainy and snowy, and Japanese aviation will not be able to take off.
Seeing this, Xu Rui breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the Independent Battalion was not surrounded by the Japanese in the open area, it would be fine. With the Independent Battalion's current equipment and combat effectiveness, the small Japanese would not be able to do anything to them in a short time, no matter what. , the Independent Battalion would have no problem insisting that Xu Rui arrive in Nantong.
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In Nantong, the war has just begun.
The Japanese's first wave of feint attacks was collapsed by the veteran alone.
Then, the little devil began to retaliate with crazy firepower.
Rows of sulfur bombs and high-explosive bombs came overwhelmingly, turning the city into a sea of flames.
The veteran quickly led the officers and soldiers of the independent battalion back to the air-raid shelter, but six remnants were still killed. In addition, there were more than a dozen remnants injured to varying degrees. Again, artillery shells don’t have eyes, and they won’t stop because of you. If you are Chinese, they will fly around and fly to the side, and they will not hit you on the head just because you are a Japanese.
This Japanese bombardment was extremely violent and lasted extremely long.
It took half an hour for the dense explosions to gradually become sparse.
And this also means that the Japanese infantry will attack soon.
The veteran immediately led more than two hundred remaining soldiers from the independent battalion to the outer positions.
Although the round of shelling just now was more violent and lasted longer than the previous one, the northwest wind also became stronger, and the smoke and dust covering the position quickly dissipated, and the field of view was actually better. The veteran stood on the third-floor balcony of a half-collapsed bungalow, which was clearly visible from two thousand meters away.
About two thousand meters away, a squadron of Japanese soldiers were crowded together and rushing towards the outer defensive position of the independent battalion. Since the distance was still far away, these Japanese soldiers all straightened their waists and moved forward carelessly with their 38-year-old hats in hand. Pressing forward, it was clear that the Japanese did not think that the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side could threaten them.
About a minute later, the Japs entered the edge of the ruins.
More than 1,800 meters, almost the ultimate range of Sanba Gai!
The veteran's mouth immediately showed a ferocious murderous intent, "Come on, little devils, grandpa, I will take you back to Japan." The veteran pulled the bolt of the gun and pushed a yellow pointed copper-core bullet into the barrel of the gun, and then looked through the ruler to the door. Aiming at the Japanese flag bearer in front with a plaster flag on his bayonet.
The veteran adjusted his breathing, put aside all distracting thoughts, and felt neither joy nor sorrow in his heart.
Then, the veteran's right index finger gently placed on the infantry trigger, and slowly pressed it down little by little. At a certain moment, there was a sudden sound in the veteran's ears, and the jujube handle on his shoulder also shook slightly. At the same time, a 6.5mm-caliber pointed copper-core bullet was already spinning at a high speed and whizzing forward.
One thousand eight hundred meters away, the Japanese flag-bearer carried a plaster flag and walked forward carelessly with his waist straight.
The Japanese flag-bearer was completely unaware that the god of death was approaching him. At a certain moment, the back of the Japanese flag-bearer's head burst out with a dazzling cloud of blood. The short and stocky body of the Japanese flag-bearer trembled violently, and then he stepped back. He collapsed suddenly, and until he died, the Japanese flag-bearer didn't even know how he died
"Baga, spread out, spread out quickly, spread out!"
"Beware of Chinese snipers, move forward!"
"Heavy machine gun team, covering fire, kill and change..."
The sudden blow was like a stone thrown into a silent pond, causing ripples to form in an instant. The Japanese who had just been walking forward carelessly spread out in all directions, forming a line that was more than a hundred meters wide. The wavy skirmish line then bent forward and made various tactical movements to rush forward quickly.
The heavy machine gun team responsible for fire support immediately mounted four Type 92 heavy machine guns to the commanding heights and fired aimlessly in a suppressive manner toward the front. The purpose of fire support was not to kill the enemy, but to suppress the enemy's light and heavy firepower. , covering our infantry's advance.
Seeing more than a hundred Japanese soldiers coming like a tide, the veteran's mouth turned into a sinister smile.
Come on, come on, everyone, the more you come, the better. Grandpa, I have prepared a good table for you!
"Hit, hit hard, hit me hard!" The veteran fired and roared at the remaining soldiers around him. Every time the veteran pulled the trigger, a Japanese soldier would fall to the ground in front of him. The sniper, Just so domineering!
"You little devil, I'm going to fuck your grandma." Heipi was so excited that he stood up from the trench with the crooked gun in his hand and fired wildly at the front. However, the area spread by the crooked gun barrage was too large, and it was just four hundred meters away. It was difficult to hit the target, so although Heipi's fight was lively, only a few of the Japanese were killed or injured by him.
However, as the Japanese approached within 400 meters, the power of the machine gun began to become apparent.
But at the same time, the Japanese support firepower also came up, especially the Japanese grenade launchers. They basically hit wherever they pointed within four hundred meters. The four crooked handles on the independent battalion's position were quickly knocked off. Pi was also blown to the ground by a 5mm caliber grenade. Fortunately, he survived, but he was a little confused, but nothing serious.
The Japanese's ruthlessness instantly increased the defensive pressure on the independent battalion.
However, the veterans had no intention of fighting the Japanese in the outer positions.
Seeing that the Japs were approaching within 100 meters, the veteran immediately ordered a retreat, and he personally held a crooked machine gun and was responsible for cutting off the enemy. Every time he was about to break contact, the veteran would stop and go crazy towards the Japs. After firing a round, the veteran turned around and continued to retreat until the Japanese were attracted. As you chased me and fled, the Japanese who were originally far apart inevitably crowded together due to terrain restrictions. (To be continued.)