Chapter 1 The Design of Lin Fan

All the fortifications and trenches around the Sihang Warehouse were designed by Lin Fan.

Yesterday, Lin Fan's special operations company was on the front lines.

Lin Fan single-handedly suppressed the Japanese, so the soldiers of the special operations company didn't feel anything was amiss.

The officers and soldiers watching from the roof were only surprised by Lin Fan's combat prowess and hadn't yet realized the benefits of these trenches.

Today, the soldiers of the First Company, facing the rushing Japanese, finally understood how good these trenches were.

First Company Commander Shangguan Zhibiao was pleasantly surprised to discover that the Japanese offensive had lasted for ten minutes, and his soldiers had suffered no casualties.

It should be known that the Japanese soldiers were extremely accurate with their rifles, but this time, the Japanese soldiers' good marksmanship seemed to be of little use.

Murakami Yusuke understood that without the assistance of heavy artillery, his company could only send people with explosive packs to blow up such a fortress complex one by one.

The grenade launcher squad in the team had already been destroyed in the first round of shelling.

Now, Company Commander Murakami Yusuke felt that today's mission would be difficult to complete.

Although he still had more than a hundred elite soldiers attacking the target.

Chaiwu Shinnosuke was a squad leader in Murakami Yusuke's company. Seeing that all the Nationalist soldiers in front were hiding in pillboxes to shoot,

Squad Leader Chaiwu Shinnosuke didn't hesitate and immediately ordered his soldiers to carry explosive packs, in groups of three, and crawl towards three targets respectively.

He ordered the machine gunner to provide suppressive fire.

The machine gun fired at the narrow firing hole opposite, and at this time Chaiwu Shinnosuke realized,

That his squad's machine gun could only suppress one firing hole on the opposite side.

The other two firing holes continued to suppress his soldiers in place without stopping.

Fortunately, Company Commander Murakami Yusuke quickly discovered the problem and immediately directed two other squads to provide fire support for Chaiwu Shinnosuke.

Chaiwu Shinnosuke nervously watched his three groups of soldiers quickly crawl towards the target, almost there!

Ten more meters.

The last ten meters was completely open ground, with no terrain to cover the body.

This was very similar to the moat during ancient city defenses.

If you wanted to blow up those fortresses, you had to pass through this ten-meter-long open area.

The rain of bullets in front of them couldn't stop the Japanese advance.

A Japanese soldier looked back in despair at Squad Leader Chaiwu Shinnosuke behind him.

The squad leader was looking at him with encouraging eyes. If he retreated at this time,

It was estimated that the look in those eyes could kill.

Or just kill him directly.

This Japanese soldier could only prepare himself to charge forward.

He had to quickly pass this ten-meter distance and then complete the demolition of the fortress-like fortification in front.

After counting to three silently, the soldier suddenly stood up.

Squad Leader Chaiwu Shinnosuke's heart immediately rose to his throat.

But he sighed in disappointment immediately.

When the soldier who had just stood up had only just stood up, Chaiwu Shinnosuke saw a cloud of blood blossom from the back of his head.

The soldier holding the explosive pack fell to the ground all at once.

Another group of soldiers obviously wanted to crawl through this ten-meter open area.

He had only crawled about four meters when he was shot in the hand.

Then he was shot in the thigh.

This time, he could no longer complete the task.

Not only that, the Japanese soldier was trapped in place, unable to move.

Whether it was forward or backward, he couldn't do it with his own ability.

The Third Division was conscripted from Nagoya.

The soldiers of the Sixth Regiment of the Gozheng Gang Regiment were all from the same area.

Squad Leader Chaiwu Shinnosuke knew the Japanese soldier whose hands and feet had just been broken before he joined the army.

In fact, their squad was made up of people from the same village.

Now that his childhood friend was injured, of course he had to save him.

The member of the same demolition team as the wounded soldier no longer cared about the danger and crawled out in the same way.

It's just that this soldier was unlucky. He was hit just after he poked his head out and crawled less than two meters, and he was also seriously injured.

Fortunately, he didn't crawl far. The last member of the demolition team quickly stretched out his body.

He grabbed the unlucky ghost who had only crawled two meters and pulled him back.

The soldier further away was groaning alone in the open space in the middle of the battlefield.

The demolition team that had just stood up and died, at this time the soldier ranked second had picked up the explosive pack.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Nationalist soldiers on the opposite side were fully attacking the wounded demolition team, he immediately stood up and launched a brave charge.

His steps were fast, and the charge he launched was very sudden.

Looking at him bending over, the steps under his feet were fast and hurried.

He had already passed half the distance and was about to completely pass through the open space.

Another cloud of blood flashed in the back of his head.

Squad Leader Chaiwu Shinnosuke had to order his machine gunner and assistant shooter to go up and act as demolitionists.

He himself led the entire squad and prepared to launch a suicide charge.

Squad Leader Chaiwu Shinnosuke's tactics were very simple: three groups charged at the same time.

This time it wasn't three soldiers charging together, but all the survivors in the entire squad charging together.

The machine gunner held the machine gun for fire cover.

Those of his men who didn't have explosive packs in their hands prepared hand grenades. When they rushed out, they tried to suppress the firepower on the opposite side with hand grenades.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke understood Chaiwu Shinnosuke's tactics.

Of course he wouldn't stop him. Such soldiers were the sample of imperial soldiers.

Chaiwu Shinnosuke took a few breaths and ordered loudly, "Charge!"

Nine Japanese soldiers stood up at the same time and began to charge.

When they had just stood up, two of them immediately fell down again.

When they rushed out two steps, several more fell down. The one who rushed the furthest in this team of Japanese soldiers was Chaiwu Shinnosuke. He was hiding behind all the soldiers.

Finally, he rushed past the open ground.

When he was rejoicing and lying on the ground, he suddenly remembered:

What was he here to do?

To blow up these pillbox-like fortifications.

Chaiwu Shinnosuke now only had a rifle in his hand. The explosive pack was still in the middle of the open space, being held by a dead person.

What should I do?

Squad Leader Chaiwu Shinnosuke thought helplessly, and then a bullet flew over, finally ending his predicament.

Chaiwu Shinnosuke was hit by a bullet fired from the roof.

The Japanese attacking the Sihang Warehouse were facing the three-dimensional counterattack of the Nationalist soldiers defending here.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke watched his highly anticipated Squad Leader Chaiwu Shinnosuke and the entire squad be destroyed.

His eyes stared fixedly at the firing holes that were still emitting fire.

He calmly ordered, "Second squad, continue!"

He had just seen that only a collective charge could send people over.

In fact, it was a large group of people charging at the same time, and there would always be lucky ones who could rush closer.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke personally saw eleven soldiers from the second squad charge up. This time, not a single soldier crossed the open space.

It wasn't that the soldiers in this squad were running slowly, it was just that there were already several corpses piled on the ground, restricting the soldiers' attack.

At the same time, the soldiers of the second squad had to pick up the explosive packs that had fallen on the ground.

In this completely covered area, staying for one more second could exhaust a person's lifetime of luck.

Sure enough, no soldier was spared.

Now, that open space was no longer open.

His soldiers used their bodies to pile up fortifications on the ground, which could already be used.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke calmly ordered: Continue!

When the squad that launched the third charge fell on the open ground again,

There were already nearly forty corpses piled up on this open ground.

The observers who were originally sitting in chairs, drinking coffee, and leisurely watching the battle on the north bank had changed their faces.

Each of them had a somewhat ugly expression: If their country's army encountered such a fearless team, what would be their performance?

Could they defeat these Japanese soldiers, or could they hold their ground under such an attack by these Japanese soldiers?

Not a single observer could confidently say: Yes!

The officials of the National Government in a building across the street also saw the heroic scene of the Japanese soldiers who were not afraid of death.

The expressions of these officials became bitter: With such an army, such soldiers, the road to resistance was still very long! He Xiangning pointed to the Nationalist soldiers who were still firing and said, "No matter how fierce the Japanese are, our soldiers will only be more heroic.

From the beginning of today's battle until now, we have been on the winning side, right!"

Li Boting also stood up at this time: "The soldiers of our 542nd Regiment are all good."

Right next door to their building, Yong Chuyun was complaining to her husband Jin Wenzheng: "Look! Look! What's so good about it?

These soldiers are just meddling, they don't live a good life, why are they running to fight?

We locals are not in a hurry, why are they in a hurry?

I think they just can't stand us being good!"

Jin Wenzheng shouted loudly, "Women, long hair, short knowledge. What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jin Wenzheng was originally a university professor, teaching at a school on the north bank of the Suzhou River.

As soon as the Battle of Songhu started, the school was closed, and the income for these two months was reduced by more than half.

Yong Chuyun had been clamoring that there was no money at home and life was difficult.

Now, hearing her husband scolding her like this, she immediately became unhappy: "I also went to school. When there was no war before, our life was so good.

Now, even when buying meat, we have to pick the cheap ones.

In my opinion, if the Japanese want to come, let them come.

When they come, isn't life the same?

You are just an ordinary professor, whoever comes will teach.

Whoever is an official, isn't it the same to pay taxes!

Like now, such a big country can't even fit a desk.

A good professor can't even teach books anymore.

A good school has also been destroyed by artillery fire.

Isn't it good to live a good life?"

Jin Wenzheng was extremely angry: "How can I, a dignified Chinese son and daughter, make a living under the feet of the Japanese pirates?"

Yong Chuyun sneered: "Three hundred years ago, you scholars were making a living under the Zhu Dynasty.

Later, when the Tartars came, didn't you kneel down at the feet of the Tartars you looked down on the most, shave your hair, kneel down, and live for three hundred years with rat-like eyes?

Why didn't you scholars resist?

It's been three hundred years, and you've gotten used to kneeling!

Now you still say: You used culture to assimilate the Tartars?

There is no one who can put gold on their faces better than you scholars."

Jin Wenzheng's eyes rolled back in anger.

He walked back into the house from the hiding place on the balcony.

Looking at Yong Chuyun, he couldn't say a word.

Yong Chuyun saw that her husband was so angry, and began to feel sorry for him again. She turned to his back and gently patted Jin Wenzheng's back: "Don't be angry, let me soothe you. I won't say it anymore, and you don't be angry anymore."

Jin Wenzheng thought about what his wife had just said in his heart, and couldn't say a word in rebuttal.

Thinking that he was still teaching linguistics at the university, he couldn't even win against his wife.

He couldn't help but feel a burst of depression in his heart: "I'm too useless. I can't be a soldier, and I can't understand the truth!

The Japanese pirates are attacking Shanghai, and I don't have the courage to pick up a knife and gun to fight,

My wife is ignorant, and I am speechless!"

Yong Chuyun said with a smile, "You are just a small person, why worry about national affairs?

Isn't it good to live our little life well?

If your wife is ignorant, you can teach her slowly. As long as there is reason, there will always be a day when she understands.

I have already found a job in a foreign company, and I don't have to worry about household expenses anymore.

If you like to study literature, just study it at home.

I'll support you!"

Jin Wenzheng sighed, "I'm not worried about household expenses, I'm worried about the future of this country!

A good country, the Northeast has fallen, North China is in crisis, and now even Shanghai has fallen into war.

If the Chinese people don't stand up to resist, the next war may burn to Nanjing."

Yong Chuyun smiled: "What's there to worry about? It's just like three hundred years ago. Didn't you assimilate them after the Tartars entered the pass?

This time when the Japanese come, you will also spend three hundred years to assimilate the Japanese into one family, won't you?

At that time, the territory of the entire country will be even larger?"

Jin Wenzheng's breath, which had just calmed down, became disordered again.

He coughed loudly, his eyes rolled back, as if he was about to die.

This time Yong Chuyun was even more frightened: "I won't say it! I really won't say it anymore!

I have long hair and short knowledge.

What I said are all women's opinions, so don't take it to heart.

Besides, look at the opposite bank, aren't there a group of passionate men who are resisting?

Today they defend a building, and tomorrow they will be able to defend a city.

When you have educated ignorant people like me, and everyone comes together to resist,

Eventually, the whole will be able to drive the Japanese away."

It was not easy for Jin Wenzheng to catch his breath.

Then he carefully thought about Yong Chuyun's words.

After thinking about it, he said, "It's like in our house, Lao Wang next door suddenly ran in and wanted to be the master of the house.

Our family can't just let Lao Wang take it over, and we'll be his servants!"

"Aunt Li is also doing well!" Yong Chuyun blurted out.

After she said it, she remembered that she couldn't stimulate her husband anymore.

She immediately regretted it and quickly rubbed Jin Wenzheng's back again.

Jin Wenzheng thought for a while before realizing that what his wife meant was: Aunt Li, who was hired at home, was also able to make a living.

Aunt Li was a servant in her own family.

His wife was refuting him in disguise.

Jin Wenzheng smiled bitterly: "Don't rub me anymore, I can't win against you. But I still insist on resisting to the end!

Our country is our master, and we don't need foreigners to impose their troops on our people.

In the future, you can't talk to Lao Wang anymore. He looks like a thief with his mouse-like eyes. I think he has bad intentions towards you!"

Yong Chuyun immediately agreed, "I never talk to him. He's a country bumpkin from the north, but he just has some stinky money.

He's showing off in front of us. We are native locals.

I just don't have the same knowledge as him. Every time I meet him, he takes the initiative to say hello, and I just respond with a few 'um' and 'ah'.

On the contrary, Lao Wang's wife is quite knowledgeable and reasonable. I heard that her family used to be rich.

The lady of a big family, her ancestors have always been a family of poetry and books.

Lao Wang was originally a son-in-law, but he encountered a troubled world, and her family had to flee their hometown and run to Shanghai.

Only then did Lao Wang get his chance to be proud."

Jin Wenzheng suddenly became interested: "There's such a thing? I saw that Lao Wang's wife really had a scholarly air.

It turns out that she is a person with a background."

"People's family affairs, they don't want to say at all. They are afraid that saying it will insult their ancestors. She only says a few words like this sometimes.

Are you so concerned about Lao Wang's wife? Do you have any bad intentions?" Yong Chuyun was very vigilant.

Jin Wenzheng quickly cried out for injustice: "I just heard you say that, so I asked casually, how could I have such thoughts?

I am a university professor, how could I have any bad intentions?"

At this time, the opposite bank suddenly became a hubbub: the sound of charging and shouting could be heard endlessly.

The argument of the Jin family, which started with the war and ended with family trivial matters, stopped immediately.

The couple both poked their heads out and looked towards the north bank of the Suzhou River.

Everyone on the south bank of the Suzhou River heard the sudden shouts and cries of killing.

They all watched with attention.

It turned out that the Nationalist soldiers on the opposite side suddenly rushed out of the trenches and launched a counterattack against the Japanese attacking to the west.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke had just lost three squads, and the surviving soldiers under his command were less than fifty.

He was not intimidated by the powerful firepower of the Nationalist soldiers on the opposite side and urged the soldiers to continue their attack.

Even he himself advanced to a position less than fifty meters away from the most advanced firepower point of the Nationalist soldiers to command.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke's performance made Koiguchi Junichiro in the military observation group on the opposite bank nod secretly: The soldiers of the empire are all good.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke, the highest commander on the scene, had advanced to the front line, and the soldiers launched continuous suicide charges.

The pillbox-like fortifications of the Nationalist soldiers on the opposite side were designed with each firing hole very cleverly.

There was no blind spot in the entire direction!

Now the Japanese had been able to cross the ten-meter-wide open area and approach the pillbox-like fortifications.

Once they got here, there was no more chance.

Those Japanese soldiers had no chance or time to place explosive packs.

They were killed by the mutually covering Nationalist firepower at the first time.

Lin Fan saw on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse that there were not many Japanese soldiers left in the west.

He asked Xie Jinyuan for instructions: "Regimental commander! The special operations company requests to charge out once, rush out from the west, then go around to the north, and finally cooperate with the troops in the east to repel all the Japanese attacks this time."

Xie Jinyuan looked at Lin Fan: "Good!"

Lin Fan, who had come to the bottom floor, ordered his one hundred and fifty-five men: "Everyone, follow me and rush out!"

Although the sound of gunfire outside had only been going on for less than half an hour, some of these special operations company soldiers were scratching their ears and cheeks, some were restless, and some were pacing back and forth.

They couldn't say what the reason was!

In the past, when they heard about fighting, they couldn't wait to play dead and didn't panic at all.

They had never thought about going to the battlefield.

After fighting two battles yesterday, when they heard the gunfire, their hearts were a little itchy, and even the fruits and food that the citizens sent last night didn't taste good.

Even drinking alcohol was not energetic.

The company commander suddenly slid down from the upper floor, and the order was just issued.

It seemed that the uneasiness in his heart had disappeared all of a sudden, leaving only excitement and anticipation.

"I'm really a cheapskate! I can't even sit still properly, and I'm happy when I hear about fighting the Japanese." Feng Junya thought in his heart.

But his actions were not slow at all.

Hearing Lin Fan's order, he quickly ran to the front of the team to assemble.

When the assembled team ran out of the Sihang Warehouse neatly,

The multinational military observation group on the south bank saw so many Nationalist soldiers suddenly running out from inside.

They all increased their assessment of the Nationalist army strength hidden in the Sihang Warehouse.

Lin Fan rushed to the front, and they rushed along the passage left between the fortifications all the way to the front line of the battle.

Shangguan Zhibiao heard that Lin Fan was going to lead the special operations company to rush out of his defense line, go around the Sihang Warehouse, and then come back.

He nodded: "Resolutely cooperate!"

He shouted loudly to his first company, "Everyone in the company: Charge!"

He stood up: "Charge!"

Lin Fan immediately rushed out.

The soldiers of the special operations company followed!

The soldiers of the first company were not to be outdone. These Japanese soldiers in front were fought by their company.

They must not let the special operations company have them.

The soldiers of the two companies competed with each other to charge.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke watched helplessly as the last of his men were surrounded by the Nationalist soldiers who suddenly launched a counterattack.

He could no longer hide behind the team.

Although there were still three Japanese soldiers protecting Company Commander Murakami Yusuke.

He still stood up and waved the command knife in his hand, "Charge!"

Just at this time, Lin Fan had already rushed up.

Company Commander Murakami Yusuke held the knife with both hands, and the command knife slashed diagonally towards Lin Fan's left shoulder.

The other three Japanese soldiers also shouted and stabbed at Lin Fan with three bayonets at the same time.

Feng Junya, who was two steps slower than Lin Fan, saw the opportunity.

Now there were four Japanese soldiers in front of Lin Fan who were fighting with him desperately. If his bayonet was added at this time,

The company commander would not be able to avoid it no matter what!

Thinking this in his heart, he stabbed out with the gun in his hand all at once.