South of Suzhou River, Concession
Wu Tielin returned home early after get off work. As usual, Xiaoli had already prepared dinner for the two of them. There were still a few pieces of bacon in the only dish;
Wu Tielin's mind was not on the meal at all. His ears kept standing up. It was almost seven o'clock, and he was looking forward to the broadcast on the other side of the river being broadcast as scheduled.
During the day, gunfire rang out across the river all morning, and many people spread rumors that the Independence Regiment had won another battle, and that the Japanese had collected the corpses all afternoon;
Some said that dozens of Japs died, and some said that hundreds of Japs died. There are various versions, and the legend was so vivid that many brave idlers even sat on a bench by the river to watch the independent group fight the Japs.
Wu Tielin didn't believe anyone's words, only the radio, and Captain Luo's words. Although he worked hard for three meals every day, it did not affect his attention to the war on the other side;
As long as the independent regiment wins the battle, he will enjoy every meal without meat.
Xiaoli seemed to be absent-minded, and her beautiful ears were also twitching. Like most of the civilians in the concession who were struggling to make ends meet, they also expected the Kuomintang army to win the battle.
Luo Ying did not disappoint them. At seven o'clock in the evening, his venomous voice appeared on the radio again. Wu Tielin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Captain Luo's voice appeared, it meant that the independent group was still persisting. This was the next day……
"Compatriots, brothers and sisters, I am Luo Ying. This morning, hundreds of Japanese soldiers, supported by dozens of cannons, launched a fierce attack on Sihang Warehouse;
The 800 heroes of our independent regiment fought back, repelled the Japanese attack, and once again won the battle to defend the Sihang Warehouse. More than 100 Japanese corpses were left behind.
For humanitarian reasons, at the request of the Japanese in the afternoon, our independent regiment agreed to let them collect the corpses. The Japanese carried away as many as 117 corpses and seriously injured people, and once again paid a heavy price.
Because the Japanese artillery fire was too fierce, our independent regiment suffered a lot of casualties, but we can still persevere!
We have sealed all the passages of the Sixings Warehouse. The eight hundred warriors are determined to die and are in position.
Shen Cheng is still fighting! "
"The lone army is still fighting, Shencheng has not fallen yet, we must live a good life."
Wu Tielin looked at his wife affectionately and said, Xiaoli nodded heavily, then picked up a piece of meat and put it into her husband's bowl;
The lone army is still fighting, and life will gradually get better. We cannot give up our yearning for a good life just because of temporary difficulties. The few pieces of meat on the dish are Xiaoli's insistence on living a good life.
At the Luodian position, an officer said loudly to his soldiers:
"Brothers, the lone army is still fighting, what reason do we have to abandon our position?
We can't retreat any longer, our parents are behind us, and we are in position! "
South of the Suzhou River, a commander of the 21st Army Group said loudly:
"Brothers, we must not let the Japs attack Suzhou. We, the children of Bagui, have come all the way to fight the Japs. If the lone army can persevere, so can we..."
In a newspaper office in Jinling, machines are roaring, and newspapers exuding a strong scent of ink are being printed. This is a printed daily. The report about the lone army almost occupies all the pages. On the front page is a line of eye-catching characters - We Still fighting!
In Jiangcheng, a short-haired girl wearing a blue top and bottom blue student uniform jumped onto the podium and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice:
“Students, the Chinese nation has reached its most critical moment, and there is no room for a peaceful desk in the whole of China;
Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of a country, so let us put away our beloved schoolbags, join the army, go to the front line to fight against the Japanese, and fight with the lonely army! "
In the middle of Sichuan, the military formations were fierce. The second batch of Sichuan regiments came out of Sichuan to fight to the death. The anti-Japanese swearing-to-death rally was underway. Each of the soldiers carried rifles that were almost worn out and wore straw sandals with stern expressions and determined eyes.
A white-haired old man held a flag with the word "death" in his hand and handed it to a thin officer. They were both soldiers and civilians, father and son, and the old man's only son.
The officer carefully took the flag from the old man's hands with both hands. It weighed more than a thousand kilograms, and then turned to face the soldiers who were on the expedition and slowly unfolded it. There was a striking "death" character in the middle of the flag that was shocking. There were several lines of large characters on the book on the right:
"I don't want you to be filial in my presence, I only want you to be loyal to the nation";
The inscription on the left side reads: "National calamity is at hand, the Japanese invaders are ferocious, every man has a share in the rise and fall of the country;
I originally wanted to serve in the military, but I was too old. Fortunately, I have a son, so I volunteered to serve;
Give a flag to carry with you at all times, wipe the blood when you are injured, and wrap your body after death;
Move forward bravely and never forget your duty.”
Shanghai, Sihang Warehouse, a new moon in the sky
The south bank of the Suzhou River has fallen asleep after a busy day. The dawn on the north bank is also quiet. Groups of ghosts emerge from the darkness. They are like a group of rats coming out of their holes to do bad things, quietly. Entered Suzhou and Hanoi.
The team is led by Captain Kitahara. They are a frogman squadron of the Japanese Marine Corps. Everyone wears waterproof frogman suits;
There is a special reflective dagger in the mouth, and an MP28 submachine gun is carried on the back, and key positions are waterproofed.
Carrying a multi-functional waterproof tactical bag with a large amount of high explosives inside, their mission was to sneak into the Sihang Warehouse from the sewer, and then blast the first floor inside, blowing down the main wall in one fell swoop.
Captain Kitahara had trained with the Brandenburg Special Forces for two years and was a rare special warfare expert in the Marine Corps. Lieutenant Colonel Yoshida had high hopes for him.
Special operations are not taken seriously among the Japs, and large regiment operations are highly respected from top to bottom. Sending them to Brandenburg to learn special operations is more to strengthen cooperation with allies in the military field, and it is just to give the head of state face;
Captain Kitahara does not have this awareness. In his opinion, special operations have the ability to change the situation of the war. It is strategic level. Giving them a fulcrum can lift the earth. Anyway, no matter what others think, he always believes it.
This frogman assault was a good opportunity for him to prove the role of special operations to the military. He had been waiting for this day for a long time;
Unlike the Army Red Deer, the Marine Corps has few opportunities to perform, so Kitahara cherishes it.
He led a group at the front, and the design drawings of the Sihang Warehouse were firmly memorized in his mind, so after going down to the river, he easily found the entrance to the sewer channel, and then filed in... …
This night with the faint moonlight was very suitable for their actions. The dark black reflective frogman uniforms allowed them to blend in well into the night. The Chinese security sentry walking back and forth on the roof did not notice them at all.
Captain Kitahara was overjoyed and took the lead to get into the entrance. An almost dizzying stench hit his face. Fortunately, they all wore special gas masks. The methane gas that permeated the narrow passage would not be harmful to them. causing the slightest harm to the body;
In his opinion, special operations are a dimensionality-reducing blow to the Chinese. If Luo Ying and the independent regiment were not so famous, a small colonel commander would not be worthy of his personal action.
"Luo Jun, you should be proud when you die and are reincarnated. You are the first Chinese commander to die in special operations!"
After successfully entering the sewer, Luo Ying was already a dead man here in Beiyuan. Although using a bull's-eye knife to kill a chicken was a waste of resources, if the chicken's knife was swung gently, the chicken's head would be easily chopped off.
The passage was pitch black. He had taken the military dagger from his mouth and took out the flashlight he carried with him. The flashlight wrapped in a tarpaulin could still be used normally and illuminated the passage very clearly.
When they were more than ten meters deep, they were blocked by an iron railing with a lock covered in patina, which looked like it had not been opened for a long time.
A cold smile appeared on Beiyuan's face. Naturally, this lock would not be a problem for him. Lock-picking was only a basic skill for special forces;
Like a magic trick, he took out a piece of wire, inserted it into the keyhole, and opened the steel lock in two or two strokes.
After opening the lock, he waved his hand gently, and the two guards sneaked into the other end of the iron railing, while he and the others waited patiently.
After a while, one of them returned from Jianlu and reported the situation inside to Beiyuan in special sign language. As he expected, the Chinese people were unprepared.
Beihara was not in a hurry to go in, but looked at the waterproof watch on his wrist. He was waiting for the best opportunity to attack...
