Rainy days made it more difficult for the defenders to build fortifications.
However, it also bought them valuable time.
On October 14, the sky cleared.
The Japanese attack finally came.
Planes appeared over the battlefield.
Bombing, diving and strafing, everything was used.
Japanese planes are wreaking havoc in China's skies. Round after round, coupled with the almost crazy artillery on the ground, the Sichuan army's position was constantly being groomed.
Casualties appeared almost immediately.
No matter how others describe it, no one can feel the shock and tragedy of war better than being on the battlefield.
Meng Shaoyuan's ears were filled with explosions, curses, and screams...
He saw with his own eyes that a bomb fell on a position not far away. With the roar, all seven or eight soldiers in the position were killed.
The 802nd Regiment had no artillery support at all, and the only thing they could do was to endure silently.
Finally, the artillery fire began to spread.
The ground attack is coming soon.
Ma Tianfeng, a soldier of the Sixth Company of the Second Battalion of the 802nd Regiment of the Sichuan Army, and a member of the death squad.
He probably didn't read the almanac when he went out, and he actually got the death lottery.
A dynamite pack lay aside.
He smoked fiercely and cursed loudly.
Starting from Xiao Dongyang, he scolded his platoon commander, company commander, and battalion commander. In the end, he actually scolded the regiment leader Lin Xianghou.
He scolded Prime Minister Lin for not having a son, scolded Prime Minister Lin for not having a good death, in short, scolded him no matter how unpleasant it sounded.
Prime Minister Lin was right next to him, listening very clearly, but there was no sign of anger at all.
The documents of the 802nd Regiment were carefully recorded in the book:
"September 11th of Ding Chou's year, October 14th of the 26th year of the Republic of China. Ma Tianfeng of the 802nd Regiment, twenty-seven years old..."
"The Japanese are coming up, the Japanese are coming up!"
The Japanese attack began.
In front of the 802nd Regiment is the 7th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese 9th Division commanded by Colonel Shiro Asahi.
A tank appeared on the battlefield with great force.
When the Battle of Songhu just broke out, it is true that some local troops had never seen this kind of iron lump. They would rush up and smash it hard with their rifle butts, trying to break it open to see what was inside, and to see why a lump of iron was Can run by itself.
But as the war continues, everyone knows that this kind of iron lump is called a tank, a combat vehicle, or an armored vehicle. In short, no matter what it is called, it is definitely impossible to break it open with a gun butt and an engineer shovel.
There is only one way, take explosives and drill into its belly.
And this method will be spread word of mouth among the troops.
The most effective and most helpless method.
Therefore, when troops go to the battlefield, they will always set up death squads as soon as possible, not to fight with Japanese people with bayonets, but to actually get into tanks and die.
"Brother, let's go!" Ma Tianfeng cupped his fists.
"Xianghou Lin, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you by the way by!" Ma Tianfeng threw the butt of his cigarette away and cursed, then he grabbed the explosive bag and roared:
"Little Dongyang, my grandson, your father will fight with you!"
He rushed out like an enraged leopard.
All firepower on the position opened fire simultaneously.
The submachine gun in Meng Shaoyuan's hand also kept spitting out tongues of fire.
He knew he was about to burst into tears.
Have a good trip, brother!
Ma Tianfeng deftly avoided the Japanese bullets and quickly approached the tank.
When he reached a certain distance, he lay down on the ground.
In his arms, he held the explosive pack tightly.
The tank continued to move forward as if no one was watching.
As the tracks gradually came closer, Ma Tianfeng suddenly shouted:
"I will shovel your mother's ancestors!"
He pulled the fuse of the explosive pack!
"boom"!
Everyone witnessed this scene with their own eyes.
The iron guy fell down.
Martin Feng is gone.
just this.
"Put it closer and then hit me!"
Without Prime Minister Lin's orders, all the Sichuan Army brothers on the battlefield knew what to do.
The Japanese infantry moved closer and closer.
When within range, all light and heavy firepower of the 802nd Regiment opened fire at the same time.
Then, rows of grenades were thrown out!
Smoke rose from the explosion.
"rush!"
The brothers of the Sichuan Army rushed out of the position with the help of gunpowder smoke and were strangled with the Japanese army in an instant.
In the absence of artillery support and a serious lack of firepower, rushing out, getting involved with the Japanese, and making the Japanese army's artillery advantage useless was the only best option they could choose.
The Japanese army did not panic. They were well-trained and skilled in stabbing. Inspired by the spirit of Bushido, each one of them performed equally brave and extraordinary.
And those Sichuan Army brothers holding broadswords were already burning with hatred and almost crazy.
Even people who are usually timid 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 pushed away the bayonet, rushed up to the enemy without delay, and stabbed the Japanese soldier in the head.
In an instant, a head fell to the ground.
But before the Sichuan soldier could put away his knife, his vest suddenly felt cold.
A bayonet had penetrated deeply into his body.
The soldier staggered forward two steps, wanting to turn around and continue to fight for his life, but instead he sighed deeply and slowly fell to the ground.
He shed his last drop of blood for the land of Shanghai.
He is from Sichuan. He was born and raised in Sichuan. His ancestors have been like this for generations and he has never left Sichuan.
I am 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 he left his twenty-year-old life here.
"The national crisis is at hand, and the Japanese invaders are ferocious. Every man has his share in the rise and fall of the country. I wanted to serve, but I was too old. Fortunately, I have a son, so I volunteered for it. Give me a flag and carry it with you at all times. Wipe the blood when you are injured, and wrap yourself up after death. Go forward bravely, don't Forgot your duty!”
"I don't want you to be filial in my presence; I only want you to be loyal to the nation!"
That was the "Death Flag" given to his son by an old father before the Sichuan Army came out to fight the war!
This is also the belief that inspires every Sichuan Army soldier to fight to the end!
They did it.
I did it with my young life and loyal blood.
Meng Shaoyuan saw it.
He saw clearly.
He felt that a power that he could not believe erupted from his body.
The submachine gun in his hand roared wildly, and strings of tongues of flames spat out desperately at the rushing Japanese troops.
A shuttle was empty of bullets, and before he could change the magazine, a Japanese soldier fiercely charged at him with a bayonet.
Meng Shaoyuan avoided it, turned the handle of his gun upside down, and smashed it hard on the Japanese's head.
The other party's reaction was just as quick. He lowered his head and missed the target by grazing his forehead with the gun handle.
The distance between the two people was so close that they couldn't use any stabbing or fighting skills. They yelled at each other, threw away their weapons and started fighting.
Only now did Meng Shaoyuan realize that when fighting in close combat on the battlefield and risking his life, the stepping punches and close-hand uppercuts he learned were of no use at all.
The two sides were wrestling together, like two shrews fighting, how could they knock each other down?
The Japanese soldier bit down on Meng Shaoyuan's neck. He almost missed it, 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 point.
Live, must live!
The Japanese soldier bit his shoulder tightly, getting so close.
Therefore, Meng Shaoyuan did not hesitate to bite the neck right next to his mouth.
"ah!"
The pain in the neck and shoulders was completely different, the Japanese soldier screamed.
It was precisely because of this that his mouth left Meng Shaoyuan's shoulder.
Meng Shaoyuan had no intention of letting go.
He found that he had bitten off a piece of meat from the Japanese soldier's neck.
Without any hesitation, he took another bite...
Meng Shaoyuan struggled to get up from the corpse.
On the ground, half of the corpse's neck was almost bitten off.
Meng Shaoyuan's mouth was full of blood, like a vampire who had just drank enough human blood.
This is the battlefield.
The most realistic battlefield.
It's not romantic at all, just killing and gore.
It doesn't matter how you kill the enemy, what matters is that you are still alive.
Meng Shaoyuan is still alive.
But he found that he would die soon.
Another Japanese soldier rushed towards him with a bayonet in hand.
At this time, Meng Shaoyuan was unarmed.
He could only watch the bright bayonet stabbing him.
Are you going to die here?
However, just when the bayonet was about to stab Meng Shaoyuan's body, a head hit Meng Shaoyuan's body first.
The headless Japanese corpse fell in front of Meng Shaoyuan.
The commander of the third battalion, Wei Juchuan, held a broadsword in his hand and gasped: "Lieutenant Colonel Meng, you can't die, otherwise I will lose my soft spot."
"No, no."
Meng Shaoyuan took a few steps forward, leaned over and picked up a big knife.
Prime Minister Lin is right, the Sichuan soldiers have a big sword, and none of them are rich.
But as long as there is a battle, he can pick up any sword on the battlefield.
There were corpses everywhere.
The brothers of the Sichuan Army of the 802nd Regiment are all Japanese.
The cotton field was full of broken limbs and arms.
The Japanese attack was repulsed.
Miraculously beat back.
No one expected that the Sichuan army could defeat the elite Japanese army armed to the teeth with such crude equipment.
But this is just the beginning.
It won't be long before more crazy attacks will appear.
The position does not need emergency repairs at all.
Those temporarily dug positions had long been blown to pieces.
What's the use of further trimming?
Anyway, it will be blown up again soon.
"Captain, commander."
The first battalion commander, Xian Jiuhua, hurried over and said, "Peng Zesheng is dying."
Second Battalion Commander Peng Zesheng lay there quietly. On his body, several blood holes were spitting out blood.
Seeing his captain coming, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but no words came out. The right hand with three broken fingers moved, and then he left this world with his eyes wide open.
This is the first day of defensive operations.
The first battle!
The 802nd Regiment defended its position, but one of their battalion commanders left them forever.
