"Is this really happening?"
"Commander, I don't dare to tell a lie. If I dare to tell a lie, Commander-in-Chief will kill me now."
After hearing this, Han Fuhe nodded.
But he did not want Han Jiangchuan to rush towards Kunshan with dozens of tanks.
Han Fuhe saw with his own eyes that the 88th Division, 87th Division and 36th Division of the Imperial Central Army were completely annihilated under the indiscriminate bombing of the Japs.
In particular, the Imperial Central Army, the elite of the elite, the General Instruction Corps, was completely wiped out under the rotating onslaught of the little devils.
Han Fuhe saw with his own eyes that the tanks of the National Army were blown to pieces under the fierce attack of the Japs.
"Commander, the young marshal hopes that the marshal can organize a strong team to support him in attacking Kunshan."
"Chen Wannian, Gao Zeyuan." Han Fuhe shouted.
"Yes..." Mayors Chen Wannian and Gao Zeyuan stood up and said in unison.
"The two of you lead the team and set off now, protecting the young commander at all costs."
"yes……"
"Miss Lin, this is a letter written by the young marshal. The young marshal asked me to deliver it to you." Adjutant Li handed the heart-shaped letter into Lin Haiyin's hand.
"Miss Lin, the young marshal said. If you kill the Japanese, he will come and marry you."
Lin Haiyin took the letter, unfolded it gently, and read it carefully. Han Jiangchuan's powerful words quickly came into view.
Han Jiangchuan's letter was extremely touching.
"Miss Lin, don't worry. If that kid from Jiangchuan dares to betray you, I will break his legs." Marshal Han said angrily.
…
Han Jiangchuan led hundreds of brothers and quickly moved forward. Along the way, there were people fleeing everywhere.
The cries of these fleeing people were loud as they supported the elderly and the young, dragging their families with them, to escape from the place where they had lived for generations.
Many people were so hungry that they were as skinny as firewood and unable to move. They could only squat on the roadside and resign themselves to their fate.
If you flee your home, you may survive, but how many people die on the road in the process of fleeing their home.
Along the way, the corpses of many people lay scattered on the road.
A baby lay on his mother's body, crying loudly, and kept rubbing his mother's body with his young head.
On the roadside, an elderly mother was crying with her arms around her son. Her son, who was already in his thirties, was killed by a kid bomb. His legs were blown off, his stomach was blown open, and his intestines were spilled all over the floor.
This poor old mother should have enjoyed the happiness of having children and grandchildren around her. However, his son's family all died tragically.
This poor old mother is lonely and helpless, and the consequences can be imagined.
Before traveling through time, Han Jiangchuan could only learn about the brutality of the battle from some words in books, but these words rarely introduced the suffering of the people.
When he saw the fleeing people, saw the innocent civilians who died tragically under the indiscriminate bombing of the Japanese, saw the miserable appearance of the homeless, and heard their painful wails and cries.
Only then did Han Jiangchuan understand that war is a nightmare for the people.
The wild dogs on the roadside were devouring the corpses of these people crazily, and their mouths were full of blood.
They eat with their mouths in their mouths. These wild dogs bite open the belly of the deceased and eat the internal organs inside.
Many helpless babies have been snatched away by wild dogs. What awaits these poor babies is death.
"Bah bang bang..." Han Jiangchuan pulled the trigger and fired a burst of fire at a dozen wild dogs, directly beating these beasts into a pile of minced meat.
"Young Marshal, it's useless. Too many people have died. There are wild dogs everywhere."
Everyone only knows about the Battle of Matsudo. More than 700,000 Chinese soldiers went to the battlefield without hesitation and fought the Japanese in bloody battles for three months, resulting in more than 300,000 casualties.
However, there were countless civilian casualties, more than ten times the number of military casualties.
"Every one can be saved."
"yes……"
Han Jiangchuan also understands that now, only by quickly chasing away the little devils can we truly save the people from the danger and save the people from the fire.
…
Ninth Division (Taniju Division) Kumamoto Brigade Headquarters.
Saburo Kumamoto, commander of the brigade, sat in the large tent of the temporary headquarters.
There were bursts of chanting outside.
Here, dozens of large tents are connected together.
Outside the tent, prisoners captured from the battlefield were tied to dozens of wooden stakes.
Hundreds of little devils stood in two rows holding Sanba Daigai.
"Ready, bayonet on."
The hundreds of little devils quickly pulled out their bayonets from their waists and installed them on the front of the Sanba Gai.
"First Squadron, attack..."
"Hey..."
Dozens of little Japs, bayonets in hand, howling, stabbed into the hearts of these prisoners of war who were tied to wooden stakes.
Some Japanese soldiers stabbed the prisoners of war one after another, causing the prisoners to bleed profusely and curse.
Blood gurgled out, spraying all over the heads and bodies of these devils.
Accompanied by the hoarse screams of the prisoners of war, there was the ferocious face of the Japanese.
The Japanese were laughing wildly while stabbing the prisoners' vital parts with all their strength.
The wooden stakes on which the prisoners of war were bound were stained red with blood. The ground was covered in sticky blood.
Next to them, a group of Japanese military police led dozens of large wolf dogs, which kept barking at the prisoners of war.
On the right side of the tent, dozens of prisoners of war were leaning together. At their feet were the bodies of their comrades who had just been shot.
"Get ready." A little Japanese team leader drew out his samurai sword and pointed forward suddenly.
The little devil raised his rifle and aimed at the blindfolded prisoners of war.
Click click click...
The Japs quickly pulled the bolts of their guns and loaded the bullets.
"Shoot..." The samurai sword in the hand of the Japanese squad leader suddenly swung down.
Bang bang bang... gunshots rang out.
Those prisoners of war were instantly hit by bullets and fell to the ground helplessly.
"next batch……"
Dozens more prisoners of war were blindfolded and led over.
Inside the tent.
Saburo Kumamoto looked angry.
"Can't the Matsumoto Brigade and the Shimakawa Brigade still be contacted?"
"Sir, what we are facing is the troops of Shandong King Han Fuhe. Their combat power is third-rate. They are no match for us at all.
I guess they chased the defeated troops all the way and stretched the battle line too long. "Combat Staff Officer Hideo Yamaguchi said, "What's more, the Shimakawa Brigade has four tanks. Fighting these Chinese people will be like entering an uninhabited country. "
Kumamoto Saburo heard and nodded.
What he faced on this front was the 100,000-strong army of Shandong King Han Fuhe.
He fought against Han Fuhe, and Han Fuhe's army collapsed at the first touch, as if it was made of paper.
They fought from the outskirts of Shanghai all the way to Kunshan, and basically encountered no decent resistance.
"Concentrate our forces and completely defeat Han Fuhe's team tomorrow." Saburo Kumamoto's hand is on the map? Drawing a circle, "I will eat Han Fuhe's army of one hundred thousand."
"Hey..."
The three wing captains and twelve captains of the Kumamoto Brigade all gathered together.
