It was the night of November 11, 1937.

The officers and soldiers of the 3rd Battalion of the 56th Regiment, stationed in Fengjingbin, strictly adhered to the division commander's order: not to cross the line, only to defend.

This made it impossible for the Fujiwara Special Forces to advance, but they could retreat at will.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen saw that after half an hour of fighting, the opposite side was only defending.

And the defensive firepower was getting stronger and stronger, so he stopped making this meaningless attack.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen decided to retreat.

When Major Fujiwara Yuzhen's team retreated, the people on the opposite side did not come out to pursue them.

It was as if they were just there to prevent him from entering.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen sent out a small team to test the attack, and the opposite side fought back.

Retreat again! The opposite side still did not pursue.

This time, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen was convinced.

The entire Fujiwara Special Forces, five hundred men, silently returned the way they came, all the way back to Songjiang.

Only then did they rest in the wilderness.

Now, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen could only wait for dawn to make further plans.

As for the body of the traitor Hou Bowen, let the wild dogs drag it away!

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen settled down, and only then did this area finally settle down for the night.

Early morning! The soldiers of the special forces company were awakened by the assembly whistle.

It was time for training. They had rested for a whole day, and today they could go to the battlefield again.

Now it was training time, and the entire company of soldiers first ran around the station once.

The entire team was now only missing one person, the unlucky soldier who had injured his leg.

Lin Fan had already arranged for him to board the train back to Hangzhou. Originally, Lin Fan wanted to arrange for him to go directly to the Jiangyin Fortress.

But this soldier stubbornly refused, afraid of getting lost if he went alone.

Going to Hangzhou was his last concession.

The four soldiers with injured arms were even more determined not to retreat to recuperate.

They could still run, still shoot, and still fight with bayonets.

Lin Fan couldn't refuse the soldiers' enthusiasm, so he could only let them continue to stay in the team and train together.

November 13, 1937: Jiashan, rain!

On this day, it was drizzling, so it dawned a little later.

Division Commander Ushijima Sadayoshi had been waiting for dawn for a long time.

It was just barely possible to see the blurred shadows three hundred meters away.

The Japanese 18th Division's artillery positions, which had just been established yesterday evening, were already busy.

Teams of soldiers carried heavy shells, pushing them into the cannons one by one.

They began to bombard the positions of the National Revolutionary Army's 128th Division.

The forward troops of Division Commander Ushijima Sadayoshi could only see many figures vaguely lurking on the positions where they had fought yesterday.

The empire's artillery fire exploded on these positions, and those people were constantly blown into the air.

Even so, none of those lurking people got up and ran away.

This was truly a brave team!

Through these days of fighting, the Japanese soldiers had also seen the equipment of the team on the opposite side.

It was all junk, only considered weapons that could make a sound.

And these people, with such weapons, had blocked them for a full four days.

They relied on this ruthlessness of being able to remain motionless even when artillery shells were falling on them.

The 18th Division's artillery bombardment lasted for half an hour before finally stopping.

The 114th Regiment, which was responsible for the attack on the front line today, had its commander, Ōtsuka Takeshi, order the 2nd Battalion to charge immediately.

Captain Kojukai Daiki ordered the 1st Company under his command to charge immediately.

Captain Matsuishi Shunsuke led his more than one hundred and eighty soldiers in a desperate charge towards the positions in front.

Yesterday, the 54th Regiment had lost hundreds of men on this position.

Today, the 114th Regiment was also prepared for this!

Captain Matsuishi Shunsuke led his team to a hundred meters in front of the National Revolutionary Army's position, but the opposite side did not move.

This was normal, they always liked to fight in close combat!

When the Matsuishi Shunsuke Company rushed to thirty meters in front of the position, every soldier slowed down.

At this time, the enemy should suddenly rush out.

Then everyone would be mixed up in a melee, so that the empire's aircraft bombing and artillery support would all be afraid of harming the innocent, thus giving them a kind of fairness.

Today, the Matsuishi Shunsuke Company was disappointed.

The 128th Division guarding the position did not rush out.

Captain Matsuishi Shunsuke took the lead in rushing onto the position, and when he used his bayonet to lift up a figure that was still lurking motionless in the fortifications.

Only then did he discover: this person was actually a scarecrow!

The entire trench was full of scarecrows.

Matsuishi Shunsuke didn't know if he should be happy or fortunate: the artillery had spent so much ammunition, killing hundreds of scarecrows, could this still be considered a military achievement?

Of course, he was fortunate that he didn't have to fight in close combat with those crazy National Revolutionary Army soldiers.

The 114th Regiment continued to search and advance forward.

Ahead were the national defense fortifications that the National Revolutionary Army relied on.

Captain Matsuishi Shunsuke was not a reckless person.

Of course, he would not just rush up to the national defense fortifications like that:

Requesting artillery guidance was what he should do.

Another overwhelming artillery bombardment descended on the 128th Division.

Gu Jiaqi never imagined that the bunkers, all made of materials imported from Germany, would collapse as soon as they were hit by artillery shells.

Several bunkers collapsed as soon as the shells hit the top of the bunker.

There were more than a dozen soldiers of the 128th Division in each bunker.

Such bunkers not only failed to block the Japanese bombardment, but instead became the soldiers' tombs.

But there were also some bunkers that were hit by several Japanese artillery shells, but were completely fine.

They were very sturdy!

Lin Fan, who came from later generations, was very clear about this.

It seemed that the construction team for this project had put a lot of thought into it.

Some bunkers were made completely according to the design drawings, including the cement and steel bars, which were all imported from Germany.

They had now withstood the test.

Some bunkers were probably really the kind that he had heard about in later generations, using bamboo tendons instead of steel bars, which was why they broke as soon as they were hit.

Of course, when these projects were inspected, the inspection team would be directly taken to inspect the bunkers built with original imported materials.

And they would definitely pass the inspection.

As for these bunkers built with bamboo tendons instead of steel bars, if the Japanese hadn't used artillery shells to test them, who would have known their quality?

Gu Jiaqi had no choice but to organize soldiers to brave the artillery fire to dig through the soil and dig out the soldiers buried in the bamboo-reinforced concrete.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen led his team and finally stood on the position of the 18th Mountain Artillery Regiment in Fengjingbin.

Only then did he realize that the guide Hou Bowen, who had led the way last night, had really not pointed the wrong way.

He was not a traitor to the empire, but a true Chinese traitor, a very good person!

Now, the body of this good person was gone.

He didn't know if it had been taken away by a good Samaritan, or dragged away by wild dogs.

What happened last night was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding from a division. What could Major Fujiwara Yuzhen say?

He looked at the layers of corpses on the roads on the east and west sides of this position.

The anger in his heart ignited again.

When he had just passed by, he had roughly seen that the combat method here was exactly the same as what he had learned outside Jiangwan Airport.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen could directly judge that the mysterious team that had attacked the artillery position the night before was the same one he had been tracking.

He carefully examined every corner of the entire battlefield, constantly piecing together the entire event that had happened that night.

Fujiwara Yuzhen had always been a good student.

Otherwise, he would not have graduated from the Berlin Military Academy with all excellent grades.

Now, he was imitating and learning the learning methods of that mysterious team that night.

They used some people to attack the cannons, and some people to block in these two places.

From the distribution of the fallen soldiers, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen also found the locations where the bombs were placed.

After all, radial blast points were easy to find.

His soldiers also found many iron pellets from the scene.

Feeling that his survey of this place was complete.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen then said to Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro, who had been accompanying him on the survey, "Fukami-kun! The remains of these brave warriors can be dealt with.

I already know who did this."

Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro immediately asked, "Who is it?"

He couldn't help but be anxious. Although what had happened the night before had been strictly kept secret by the military: no one was allowed to talk about it.

But as a member of the 18th Division, how could he not want to know who did it, and then find these people to take revenge?

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen said coldly, "Lin Fan and his special forces company! They only have a total of one hundred and thirty people."

"One hundred and thirty people?" Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro swallowed hard.

Looking at the thousands of soldiers' corpses lying on the ground in front of him, he repeated to himself, "One hundred and thirty people!"

Then, he suddenly reacted, his face flushed red, and he said excitedly, "Major Fujiwara, that's impossible. The enemy has at least three thousand people or more.

The reputation of the empire's warriors cannot be insulted like this!"

From his eyes, it could be seen that if Fujiwara Yuzhen didn't agree with him, he would immediately turn hostile.

Fujiwara Yuzhen said helplessly, "Three thousand it is then! Whatever makes you happy."

Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro breathed a sigh of relief: "The enemy used superior forces to attack our mountain artillery position. The empire's warriors fought back bravely, but were ultimately outnumbered and fought to the end of their ammunition and supplies. In the end, they were all honorably killed in action."

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen looked seriously at the extremely serious Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Returning to the artillery position again, he had just thought about it: the main target of this team that night was the artillery position.

The rest of blocking the attacking teams and attacking the 18th Division's headquarters was just incidental.

Then this team must have retreated from the artillery position in the end.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen ordered his soldiers to carefully search the area around the position for traces of the team's departure.

In order to make the soldiers understand his intentions, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen pointed to the footprints they had just walked out of: footprints like these.

All walking in one direction.

The five hundred devils of the special forces immediately understood.

What they found was that there were not too few traces of leaving this position, but too many.

They were in all directions.

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen had the soldiers protect all their discoveries.

He himself went to analyze them one by one.

He learned from Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro that the weather here had been drizzling all day.

The ground was very muddy, and it had been like this since they landed.

Fujiwara Yuzhen first eliminated the traces in the east and west directions.

These were two main roads, and many soldiers had passed through them in the past few days, making them impossible to track.

After removing these two places, there were eight suspicious traces left.

Fujiwara Yuzhen followed the traces in some of these places and found that they were all messy footprints formed within a range of five hundred meters.

And although there were many footprints, there were not enough to be hundreds of pairs of footprints.

He guessed that these might be the footprints formed by the mysterious team's blocking squad that night when they were laying mines in this area.

His argument was quickly confirmed: several excavated spots were indeed found on the ground.

Fujiwara Yuzhen looked at these locations and compared them with the blast points on the east and west sides.

The distance and the location of the burial were similar. A total of five lines were also buried.

He lined them up one by one and finally tracked down a trace with many footprints, but it had been moving forward without turning back.

Fujiwara Yuzhen tracked it all the way to a thousand meters away, and at this time, the footprints had followed the river and headed north.

"They walked away along the river that night." Major Fujiwara Yuzhen discovered the truth.

Only then did he stand up and say to the soldiers under his command: "The first company will track forward along this line of footprints.

Be sure to leave a mark!"

Only then did he stand up and say to Fukami Kentaro: "Go and see the place where the poison gas bombs attacked."

Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro had been accompanying him to investigate. When he saw the footprints he had discovered, they were really all with their toes pointing north, walking north along the Xianjing River.

Was this real?

The doubts in Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro's heart did not prevent him from taking this major to Zhujia Courtyard.

Fujiwara Yuzhen looked at the ruins with broken tiles and stones all over the ground, but the wood was piled together: "This is the scene?"

Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro said, "Yes!"

"You've cleaned up the scene?"

"Many of the division's documents were pressed under these houses, and many of the empire's warriors' remains were also pressed under these houses.

We had no choice but to turn over and select this entire ruin."

For some reason, when Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro spoke, he felt the same pressure as when he was facing Lieutenant General Ushijima Sadayoshi.

Only then did he carefully explain to this major.

Just after the explanation was over, Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro suddenly reacted. In terms of official position, he was already a lieutenant colonel, which was higher than his position.

Moreover, he was still at the division headquarters. He was just a small major leading troops, so he couldn't be compared to him.

"There are shrapnel picked up, right!" Fujiwara Yuzhen asked casually.

Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro, who was still struggling, quickly said, "Here!"

Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro led Fujiwara Yuzhen behind the pile of wood. There was a small pile of shrapnel piled together.

Fujiwara Yuzhen put on gloves, carefully picked up the shrapnel and carefully examined it for a while.

He stood up in less than five minutes: "It's them!

These shells are the batch that was lost.

It seems that they used all the poison gas bombs they had grabbed here.

Now we can rest assured that they won't have any more poison gas bombs."

What kind of good news was this?

"I want to go to the front line!" Major Fujiwara Yuzhen said softly.

Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro quickly said, "The front line is more dangerous."

"You arrange it!" Fujiwara Yuzhen said coldly.

He looked down on people who only knew the danger when they heard about going to the front line.

At the same time, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen was also very disgusted with Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro's ability to tell lies with his eyes open.

How could a team of three thousand people be able to come and go freely in the core area of three divisions?

This Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro wouldn't have said such a team of three thousand people unless he had a pig's brain.

However, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen knew that the empire now needed such people.

The news sent back from the front line by such people became the truest news, and also became the spiritual motivation for those ordinary people in the country who were struggling to survive to continue to contribute.

The reason why Major Fujiwara Yuzhen said this was just to have the 18th Division's people notified to the front line.

He didn't want to encounter the kind of misunderstanding that had happened last night again.

After giving the instructions, Major Fujiwara Yuzhen did not stay here any longer.

He returned to the river where he had just discovered the traces.

He marched forward quickly.

An hour later, he finally caught up with the first company that had set out earlier.

Gunfire and artillery fire could already be heard in front.

"What is this place?" Fujiwara Yuzhen asked.

"I don't know! I've never been to this place before." Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro really didn't know.

"Find someone to ask!"

The only people they could find to ask were the soldiers who were preparing to go to the battlefield.

Fujiwara Yuzhen asked clearly: this was Jiashan.

The night before, in the camp not far in front of here, there was a night attack by the National Revolutionary Army.

More than seven hundred imperial soldiers were killed.

Fujiwara Yuzhen no longer went to see the scene.

He led the team and continued to follow the traces forward.

They walked all the way to the place that was still the National Revolutionary Army's position yesterday.

The footprints behind were too many and too messy, countless footprints, chaotic and disorderly.

It was no longer possible to track them.

This also allowed Fujiwara Yuzhen to determine that the mysterious squad was hidden in the 128th Division on the opposite side.

He wanted to get close to that team!

Fujiwara Yuzhen's first thought was to disguise himself as a member of the 128th Division.

They had clothes and weapons.

The fighting between the 18th Division and the 128th Division had been very fierce these days, and both sides had suffered many casualties.

The bodies of those soldiers of the 128th Division were still there.

When Major Fujiwara Yuzhen said his thoughts.

Staff Officer Fukami Kentaro immediately looked at him with the eyes of an idiot: "Major Fujiwara! What you see in front of you is a local force, your team can't disguise themselves."

Major Fujiwara Yuzhen didn't understand why: "Why?"

"Through contact with the soldiers on the front line, we can't understand what these people are saying at all.

If you use your own language, your team will be exposed as soon as it appears."

This reason was too powerful!

"I want to find this secret squad! What should I do?" Major Fujiwara Yuzhen was now sincerely asking for advice.