Victory in the first battle

  This group of devils belongs to the 3rd Division, which is not considered one of the most elite divisions in the Japanese army. However, if we count the numerous crimes committed on the Chinese battlefield, the 3rd Division is probably the first.

  Old Wang's heart was burning with rage as soon as he saw this group of devils. Excitedly, he tightly grasped the gun in his hand. Hei Da Ge looked at Old Wang's tense appearance and sneered: "Hey, great reporter. Do you still remember the shooting technique I taught you just now? Don't point the muzzle at your own people later."

  Old Wang was very nervous and didn't even dare to refute Hei Da Ge. He just glared at him fiercely, then continued to tremble with fear.

  He raised his Czech-style submachine gun and wiped it clean, waiting for the order to fire.

  The little ghost is getting closer and closer, old Wang can clearly see the outline of the little ghost without using a camera.

  This is a squad of Japanese infantrymen. Each soldier has a Type 38 rifle. Old Wang still has a deep impression of this gun. I remember when the Japanese were about to surrender, my grandfather spent some money to buy one from a Japanese soldier. My grandfather liked it very much because of its powerful force. According to legend, the Type 38 rifle can penetrate three people. Its power is evident. It was the standard equipment for Japanese infantrymen.

  In the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, the accurate shooting ability of Japanese soldiers combined with the Type 38 rifle caused not a small number of casualties for the Chinese.

  Suddenly, the 6th floor erupted with the sound of rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat from a heavy machine gun.

  It was the voice of Maxim, the machine gunner. At the same time as the machine gun sounded, Hei Daigou sprang up from the ground, turned around, set up the machine gun and fired a burst.

  "One, two, three, and many more! Countless, according to the historical data I've studied, each class is equipped with a Czech-style light machine gun. The firepower pouring down on the several dozen meters wide road surface is undoubtedly a rain of steel."

  Japanese soldiers are proudly holding their heads high in their grand dream of fully occupying Shanghai!

  Machine gun fire from Chi's squad pinned down nearly half of the enemy platoon.

  The commander of the Japanese army squad reacted fairly quickly. He waved his command knife and ordered his subordinates to scatter and take cover behind civilian houses.

  This was originally a normal command strategy. The commander couldn't just take advantage of the firepower and engage in a shootout with the enemy on open ground without cover!

  But he never expected there was an ambush behind the house.

  At this time, Hei Da Ge stopped his machine gun and said to Lao Wang: "Now you can come out and fire a few shots to practice your courage. Here are the bullets, take them."

  Old Wang put the steel helmet on his head, slowly crawled out, and found that the devils had already retreated to the back of the house. He plucked up the courage to place the gun on the sandbag, aimed at a house with one eye closed, rested the butt against his shoulder, and pulled the trigger hard. He found that the gun didn't fire, and he broke out in a cold sweat for nothing.

  "Hei Da Ge burst out laughing: 'Youngster, you forgot to pull the bolt!' By the time Lao Wang pulled up the bolt and was ready to fire, the battle had already ended."

  The Japanese bayonet was still quite good. But our soldiers didn't give them a chance and rushed up all at once. The Japanese who were retreating to reload and preparing for close combat with bayonets were settled with rifle bullets.

  The victorious team returned. Hei Da Ge asked: "Brothers, did you fight against the devils with bayonets?"

  A row of curses: "Our squad has only you, Lao Hei, who dares to fight the devils one-on-one with bayonets. The little devils saw that we had many people and started to brush off their skills, retreated and fired bullets. I didn't say a word and went up with a burst of gunfire. Who the hell fights them with bayonets?"

  Old Wang admired the Bushido spirit of the little devils' retreat with bullets and asked, "Isn't the withdrawal of bullets by the devils a provision of the Army Department's regulations and the Bushido spirit? Why do you call it a ghostly trick?"

  Hei Da Ge burst out laughing: "The devils are talking about Bushido spirit, fart!"

  They were also forced by the restrictions on weapons."

  Old Wang was very puzzled.

  "Hei Da Ge said: 'The 38-type rifle used by the enemy infantry is very suitable for bayonet fighting. Moreover, when training, they use live people to practice their skills.'"

  Everyone present gritted their teeth at this point. Only an invading army that annihilates human nature can do such a thing.

  "Hei Da Ge continued: 'However, the firing speed of the Type 38 Arisaka rifle is very slow. It can't compare to our rifles.'"

  "So the little devil's bayonet retreat bullet usually only occurs in two situations."

  Someone next to him chimed in. Old Wang turned his head and saw that it was Team Leader Xie Jinyuan.

  "First, the devils are in an absolute majority and they want to show off their bayonet skills. Second, it's like today - the devils are at a disadvantage and try to provoke you into retreating and engaging in bayonet combat with them. Today, our squad leader performed exceptionally well. We must not engage in a battle of nerves with those little devils. Let's kill the enemy in the simplest way possible. Everyone take a rest for now, I estimate the devil's main force will arrive soon."

  "What is your Chinese name, great journalist?"

  Old Wang was taken aback, and he himself had not encountered this problem since coming to this side. He could only answer vaguely: "My father's surname is Wang, and when I was a child, his name was Wang Yu. My father thought it sounded too feminine. This time, he called me back to the country and specially changed my character to Xiangjun. The meaning is to assist the military and hope that I can help the motherland repel foreign enemies."

  Xie Jin Yuan heard the name Lao Wang and couldn't help but laugh: "Wang Xiang Jun, what a great name. With this name, we'll definitely win this time. But it's too long, let's just call you Old Wang!"

  Old Wang cursed in his heart: "You're the one who's really old and silly." But on the surface, he still smiled and replied: "Whatever you brothers want to call me is fine."

  Xie Jin Yuan beckoned to Old Wang and said: "Old Wang, come with me to the headquarters for a moment."

  Old Wang thought to himself: If you don't come looking for me, I'll have to go ask for leave to find you.

  Two people entered the team department, Xie Jin Yuan said: "Before fighting, I didn't feel it. Now I just know that if you don't run a household, you won't know how expensive firewood and rice are."

  ! Food is fine, mainly ammunition. We can't enter the concession now. Now this batch of materials needs your help to purchase. As for the expenses? I have already applied to the division headquarters and they will remit it to your designated account.

  Old Wang thought to himself, "I've been waiting for this shipment." He took the inventory and was shocked. There were grains, medicines, and ammunition. The variety was vast, and the quantity was enormous. Old Wang said, "Everything else is fine, but as for the ammunition, I'm powerless." Old Wang thought to himself, "Xie Jin-yuan probably thinks he needs to hold out for many days, right? In fact, they won't last a few days, and their ammunition will be completely sufficient. Buying too much would just mean being disarmed by the British on the other shore."

  So no matter how Xie Jin-yuan tried to persuade Lao Wang, he refused. However, Lao Wang said that once he arrived on the other shore, he would definitely mobilize the masses to support them. Then, in Xie Jin-yuan's headquarters, Lao Wang completed his first battlefield report written in English. After finishing it, he bid farewell to Xie Jin-yuan and rushed back to the concession area.

  Lao Wang didn't have to exert much effort before returning to the concession area. According to the phone in the box, he found the contact person of the branch office. He handed over the photos of the four warehouses he had taken himself. The contact person saw that Lao Wang was clearly not adapted because he did not recognize this person. When Lao Wang told him that he was a runner, and also presented the photos, the British leader of the branch office finally smiled with joy. And didn't mind why the reporter didn't come in person.

  Old Wang borrowed the branch company's phone and directly called to find the priest.

  Old Wang said into the phone, "Father, it's finally your turn to take the stage. Now please come over to Xinlaobei Bridge. I'm inviting you here to spread your benevolence. This is too easy for you."

  The priest heard that something was finally going to happen and his tone was clearly different. He said: "Specifically, what do you want me to do."

  Old Wang said, "Now on the opposite side of Suzhou River concession, there is a group of Chinese people who are fighting against the Japanese alone. I would like to ask you to stand on this side of Suzhou River and pray for our soldiers. Of course, don't forget to try to send some blessings over."

  The priest has already taken off his mask in front of Old Wang. He immediately replied: "What if we are blocked by the authorities?"

  Old Wang replied: "I think the British authorities won't stop you for too long. Today's British newspapers should have positive propaganda about these warriors."

  The priest clearly realized that if the propaganda tool could cooperate, his own actions would be known to a wider British public. Then he might be called back to his hometown and wouldn't have to suffer in this place for China's sake.

  So the priest agreed at once.

  Old Wang ran to the bridge edge waiting for the priest to come

  Suddenly saw a not very tall figure swaying back and forth in the crowd.

  It's Yang Huimin. Old Wang suddenly thought that he seemed to have an assistant who hadn't been utilized yet. He walked up to Yang Huimin and said, "Little sister, what are you doing?"

  Yang Huimin is actually sixteen or seventeen years old now. She's no longer a little girl at all.

  As expected, Yang Huimin said discontentedly: "I'm not some little sister, I'm a Boy Scout. I've helped fight against the devils too!"

  Old Wang continued: "You haven't answered my question yet? What are you doing here?"

  Yang Huimin adjusted the hat on her head and said, "My mother said that Jiangbei no longer has a central team. They're all devils, I don't believe it. I want to go take a look, but these big soldiers won't let me. I think I'll try to sneak past them when they're not paying attention."

  "I just came from over there. It's still there. That building. I just saw them kill a lot of devils."

  Yang Huimin said with a mix of relief and resentment: "I want to go back and take a look. Do something for them."

  Old Wang smiled and said: "I have something on hand. I don't know if you are willing to go."

  Yang Huimin almost jumped up, "I'm willing, I'm willing."

  Old Wang pointed to a tree stump on the other side and said, "You go find a few people later. Follow me to the newspaper office to get some large-format photos and materials. Then organize your Boy Scouts to promote on this side of the river. Mobilize all the masses here. Create momentum. Let everyone know that Shanghai is still in our hands. Help those on the other shore."

  Old Wang thought this thing might be too difficult for a teenager. Unexpectedly, Yang Huimin didn't think twice and said: "Okay, we're good at this in the Boy Scouts. Wait for me, I'll go call my classmates."

  Old Wang didn't idle away while waiting by the river, he vaguely remembered that the Shanghai General Chamber of Commerce had donated a lot of materials during the Warehouse Protection War. Old Wang took the opportunity to call them using his British journalist identity. The person who answered the phone was somewhat suspicious. Old Wang was too lazy to explain much. Historically, when Yang Huimin went to find them, they didn't believe her at all. He could get this just by relying on his own British journalist identity.

  Before long, Yang Huimin arrived with several children who were almost as big as him.

  The most touching scene in the Battle of Songhu was about to be staged under Lao Wang's direction.

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