Charging out in front of the battle line, and snatching the Japanese cannons back under the watchful eyes of everyone.

　　Lin Fan only entertained this thought briefly.

　　Just looking at the heads of the Japanese soldiers lurking behind the two cannons.

　　Lin Fan knew: the Japanese were serious about today's offensive!

　　"I'm not Guan Yu, nor Zhang Fei, I don't have the ability to grab Japanese cannons from the midst of a massive army as if reaching into a bag to grab something."

　　Lin Fan consoled himself again!

　　If you can't get something, destroy it!

　　At this moment, Lin Fan was absolutely serious.

　　After five consecutive shells, the enemy's two Type 92 infantry guns were silenced.

　　Lin Fan didn't stop. He switched to a mortar that was already set up and made some adjustments:

　　"Five rounds in a row!" he said to Wu Xiaobao.

　　Then he ran to the next gun and made similar adjustments.

　　"Five rounds in a row!" Without Lin Fan's instructions, Zhao Long had already learned to answer preemptively.

　　Lin Fan smiled and pointed at Zhao Long.

　　Continuing on, he adjusted the next gun.

　　After seven guns fired five shells each at different targets.

　　Lin Fan ordered: Retreat!

　　The targets they had just hit included Japanese troops who were attacking.

　　There were also Japanese troops lurking in the rear, preparing for action.

　　Lin Fan had bombarded all the Japanese he could see.

　　He knew: on the battlefield, a team like his was what the enemy feared most.

　　It was also a thorn in the enemy's side.

　　They would definitely try to eliminate it as quickly as possible.

　　Gu Jiaqi watched the special company sprint to its destination.

　　They stayed on the position for less than three minutes, completing their mission beyond his imagination.

　　Then the team ran away with the speed of the wind.

　　They ran as fast as they had sprinted.

　　This time, the team didn't run left or right.

　　Instead, they ran directly to the rear.

　　As if they were being chased by vicious dogs.

　　Less than three minutes after the special company ran from the position, a massive bombardment completely covered the area.

　　And the shelling was actually chasing after the team.

　　Gu Jiaqi realized: if his opponent had such a team.

　　He would eliminate it as quickly as possible, using the most powerful means.

　　It was just that the Japanese commanders didn't expect Lin Fan to retreat so quickly.

　　Hit and run! That was the essence of guerilla warfare!

　　This allowed the entire 128th Division to witness a miracle, a barrage of artillery chasing after a special company.

　　Major Fujiwara Yusaku watched the fleeing team through his binoculars.

　　His unit had not been on the battlefield for long.

　　But he had personally witnessed this team of fewer than two hundred men perform twice in a row.

　　Their artillery skills were excellent, and accurate!

　　This was very good! It was in line with the information Doihara Kenji had gathered from the isolated army camp in Shanghai.

　　Some soldiers in the isolated army camp could always be bribed to reveal internal information.

　　Among them was information about Lin Fan's special company.

　　The soldiers remembered very clearly that this company was capable and good at fighting.

　　Especially their company commander, Lin Fan, who had sneaked back from some fort in Germany, was still fresh in their minds.

　　They praised his artillery skills.

　　All this information was in Fujiwara Yusaku's mind.

　　Now he had finally seen the real person.

　　Watching these people enter the position and retreat from it in just three minutes.

　　Major Fujiwara Yusaku knew: this was a formidable enemy.

　　It was just that in this situation, his unit could not cross this line.

　　He had learned from the soldiers and commanders on the front line.

　　The division on the other side was truly a local division from Xiangxi.

　　All the soldiers were recruited from Xiangxi. They were all locals, and of course they communicated in their local dialect.

　tHow could he make his Shanghai-speaking soldiers seem like they were from there?

　　He was the same. He could manage Shanghai dialect and also knew some Northeastern dialect.

　　What was Xiangxi dialect?

　　Major Fujiwara Yusaku stared at the rapidly retreating team for a long time.

　　Until they ran out of sight, he withdrew his gaze.

　　He looked at how much damage the team had caused to the empire's attacking troops in just three minutes:

　　The attacking troops had already retreated. The special company's mortar shells had destroyed the machine gun fire in the attacking troops.

　　Not only that, but they had also dropped no less than ten shells in the middle of the attacking troops.

　　This directly killed and wounded a large portion of the attacking troops. How could they advance like this? How could they attack?

　　The two Type 92 infantry guns that had been dragged to the front line to attack the fortifications were destroyed, and the gunners and guns were destroyed together.

　　Even the shells that were prepared next to the Type 92 infantry guns were detonated.

　　The troops lurking behind the Type 92 infantry guns, as a reserve force for the attack, took the most shells.

　　In this situation, the attack in this direction could not be organized for a while.

　　The troops at the forefront and the reserve troops in the rear were attacked at the same time. How could they attack!

　　Gu Jiaqi only saw Lin Fan and his men fight for three minutes, but he didn't expect that these three minutes would give the soldiers on the front line three hours.

　　Taking advantage of this free time, these soldiers quickly began to repair the fortifications that had just been bombed into potholes.

　　The special company only ran out of the area bombarded by the Japanese artillery.

　　They circled around and returned to the position again.

　　This time, Gu Jiaqi didn't let them go to the front line.

　　He smiled and let the company stay at the headquarters.

　　He said to Lin Fan: "Company Commander Lin, you stay at the headquarters.

　　Wherever it's tight, you go out and provide artillery support.

　　Don't let such talents go and fight with bayonets.

　　That's too wasteful. You should be in the artillery!

　　Unfortunately, my 128th Division only has a few mortars. I really can't bear to part with you.

　　But Company Commander Lin, don't worry, however many shells you fire here.

　　It's all on my 128th Division. I'll personally ask the rear for them."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, the replenished mortar shells were delivered.

　　"Three hundred rounds!" Gu Jiaqi said to Lin Fan with a smile.

　　Lin Fan said, "We can't get too close to the front line to fire.

　　That would implicate the brothers on the front line.

　　As for these shells, we'll try our best to fire them all at the Japanese."

　　Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu never expected such a situation to occur on the front line:

　　A small artillery team was actually able to stop his attacking troops.

　　How could he tolerate this!

　　"Bomb them!"

　　Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu issued the order fiercely.

　　Less than an hour after his order was issued, Lieutenant Colonel Mitsuishi, commander of the 21st Field Heavy Artillery Battalion, reported: "The front line is running out of shells. The entire battalion of thirty-six guns now has less than one hundred shells left."

　　The implication was: they could no longer use shells without limit.

　　The empire's resources were not abundant, and they had to be conserved.

　　Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu had no choice but to order his artillery to stop the bombardment.

　　The entire battlefield fell into a rare silence.

　　Looking at the time, it was just noon.

　　Gu Jiaqi said with a smile, "It's lunchtime!"

　　He smiled and invited Lin Fan to have a meal with him.

　　Lin Fan smiled: "The division commander may have to spend a lot, I have one hundred and seventy mouths to feed."

　　Gu Jiaqi said with a smile, "It's okay, let the cooks bring the food over."

　　Then he said to Lin Fan, "I heard that in your company, you always advocate eating more and eating well?"

　　Lin Fan quickly clarified: "I just let everyone eat more and eat their fill!

　　Eat more meat, eat more dishes with meat!"

　　Wasn't that the same thing? Eating meat wasn't that eating well?

　　Lin Fan said seriously, "Division Commander Gu, have you noticed!

　　Putting aside the enemy and us, the Japanese soldiers are physically better than our soldiers.

　　What's the reason for this?"

　　Gu Jiaqi stopped smiling: "The reason is that they don't eat enough."

　　"Yes! The people can't get enough to eat, and the soldiers are no better off.

　　If the soldiers can't get enough to eat, how can they fight, especially when fighting the Japanese with bayonets. One Japanese soldier can fight three of our soldiers, but our soldiers still can't win."

　　Seeing the expression on Gu Jiaqi's face, he continued, "Of course, this doesn't include the 128th Division.

　　Your division is a famous *gan jun* (a tough, local army)!

　　But how many teams in the country dare to fight the Japanese with bayonets like you?"

　　Gu Jiaqi said with a smile: "And you!"

　　"Our team was cultivated by eating more, eating more meat, and training more."

　　Gu Jiaqi said with a smile: "I've heard of it!

　　There's a saying in your company: the ability to eat is the ability to fight!

　　The words are rough, but the meaning is correct!"

　　Lin Fan said embarrassedly, "I'm not educated, I just said it casually."

　　No one believed Lin Fan's statement.

　　Gu Jiaqi watched the special company's soldiers eat a can of meat each, mixed with vegetables and rice.

　　He couldn't help but say enviously, "Who provides your supplies?

　　It's so good!"

　　Lin Fan smiled: "We haven't received our military pay once, and we haven't received any supplies either.

　　These things were all snatched from the Japanese."

　　Gu Jiaqi looked at the leather shoes worn by Lin Fan and his team, and the steel helmets they wore, all of which were uniformly Japanese.

　　Looking at their weapons, they were all Japanese too.

　　He couldn't help but sigh: "You really did snatch all these things from the Japanese."

　　Lin Fan smiled: "Division commander, don't be envious, jealous, or hateful. You've fought so many bloody battles with the Japanese these days.

　　If you were willing to collect them, you would have collected a lot of equipment long ago.

　　At least the Japanese weapons are easier to use than the ones you make yourself."

　　Gu Jiaqi finally understood.

　　Lin Fan continued to entice: "The Japanese clothes, shoes, and protective gear are all useful."

　　Gu Jiaqi asked in surprise: "If you clean up like this, won't the Japanese corpses be naked?"

　　Lin Fan corrected: "They still have loincloths!"

　　Gu Jiaqi laughed: "You're too ruthless!"

　　"The only reason we can leave them a pair of underwear is because we have no use for it.

　　Otherwise, we wouldn't leave them anything," Lin Fan said slowly.

　　Gu Jiaqi thought silently.

　　Lin Fan didn't speak, and quickly finished eating on his own.

　　Looking out from the observation hole of the headquarters:

　　The front line was quiet. The Japanese were really quiet at this moment.

　　But Lin Fan knew that the current peace would only make the upcoming battle more fierce.

　　Division Commander Ushijima Sadaharu personally reported to Lieutenant General Yanagawa Heisuke: requesting that shells be sent up. The 18th Division was now encountering enemy troops defending inside the fortifications.

　　They needed a large number of shells to bombard those fortifications!

　　His request was immediately granted, and the shells that were originally being sent forward were given the highest priority to the 18th Division.

　　At two o'clock in the afternoon, the 18th Division resumed its bombardment.

　　This time, their artillery fire lasted for a full hour.

　　Lin Fan said with a smile: "Their next offensive will be even more crazy."

　　Sure enough, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the attacking troops were no longer from the 18th Division, but were replaced by the Sato Detachment.

　　This team had been attacking on another front these days.

　　Now they were adjusted by the corps to specifically assist the 18th Division.

　　Detachment Commander Sato Tetsu received the task of cooperating with the attack.

　　He immediately led his troops to begin the attack.

　　His team had two infantry regiments, one artillery battalion, one cavalry battalion, and one supply battalion.

　　What Sato Tetsu brought today was one infantry regiment.

　　A full four thousand eight hundred people.

　　Of course, such a large team could not be deployed all at once.

　　Therefore, only one battalion was charging at the front.

　　The Taiwa Teru Battalion, with more than twelve hundred men, began to charge along a two-hundred-meter-wide attack front.

　　The Taiwa Teru Battalion chose to attack the section where the fortifications had been destroyed.

　　After all, a defense line without fortifications would definitely be easier to attack.

　　The 128th Division did not expect that the Japanese would actually adopt human wave tactics this time.

　　Concentrating more than a thousand people to attack only a two-hundred-meter defense line.

　　The 1st Battalion of the 763rd Regiment on the front line originally had only three hundred and fifty-seven men.

　　After five days of fierce fighting, more than seventy soldiers were killed or wounded.

　　Now there were only two hundred and thirteen men on the position, and more than seventy men were left behind by the battalion commander as a reserve force.

　　More than a thousand Japanese suddenly rushed out in front of the two-hundred-plus-man position.

　　Battalion Commander Zhang Jian immediately ordered: "Fire!"

　　There were too many Japanese, and close combat was already impossible.

　　No matter how capable the officers and soldiers of the 128th Division were, it was impossible to fight five enemies with one in a bayonet fight.

　　Gu Jiaqi's face changed: "The 1st Battalion of the 763rd Regiment is in danger."

　　Lin Fan shouted loudly: "Division Commander! The special company requests to fight."

　　Gu Jiaqi immediately ordered: "The special company goes into battle!"

　　Lin Fan rushed out of the headquarters and shouted loudly: "Special company! Follow me!"

　　He led the special company to rush towards the position of the 1st Battalion of the 763rd Regiment.

　　The special company did not want to rush to the position of the 1st Battalion, they just wanted to be further away from the headquarters.

　　Because Lin Fan was afraid that his artillery team would attract the Japanese bombardment as soon as they opened fire.

　　The special company could not attract the Japanese artillery fire to bomb their own headquarters!

　　In five minutes, the special company rushed to a position fifteen hundred meters away from the division headquarters.

　　They immediately set up an artillery position.

　　Wu Xiaobao, Zhao Long, Ji Wudi and the others had already adjusted their positions.

　　Lin Fan just praised loudly: "Very good! Fire according to your markings."

　　After he set up the other guns.

　　He then loudly ordered: "Rapid five-round firing!"

　　Seven mortar shells were fired at the same time.

　　Before these seven shells landed, another seven shells had already left the muzzle.

　　Five rounds of shells were fired continuously.

　　Lin Fan ordered loudly: "Maneuver one thousand meters to the left."

　　The entire company immediately packed up their mortars and continued to sprint into the distance.

　　Battalion Commander Zhang Jian watched the momentum of the Japanese charge.

　　In front of the forward position were all black heads of Japanese soldiers, in short: Japanese heads!

　　The Japanese heads were surging in front, constantly rushing towards their position.

　　And these Japanese also set up machine guns two hundred meters in front of the position, carrying out fire suppression on their position.

　　Grenade launchers were also fired without restraint.

　　The three machine guns of the 1st Battalion were constantly firing, and the Japanese grenade launchers and machine guns were aimed at these three machine guns.

　　Zhang Jian and the soldiers of the 1st Battalion watched the Japanese rush to within one hundred meters!

　　Fifty meters!

　　The hideous faces of the Japanese were clearly visible.

　　Thirty meters!

　　Zhang Jian ordered: "The whole battalion prepares to charge!"

　　He was preparing to fight the Japanese with bayonets.

　　Although this was a bayonet fight destined to be unwinnable.

　　The sons and daughters of Xiangxi were never afraid of how many enemies there were, they only cared about whether they should fight.

　　As long as they were resisting foreign invaders, whether the enemy was one or ten thousand, they would go forward bravely!

　　At this moment, a series of shells exploded in the Japanese charging troops.

　　The Taiwa Teru Battalion was charging in the middle of the troops, and a large number of them were suddenly blown down.

　　The grenade launcher who was squatting behind the troops was also hit by a shell.

　　Then the three machine guns that had been deployed were also named one by one.

　　The Taiwa Teru Battalion, which was charging, was stunned by the suddenly flying shells.

　　These Japanese were exerting all their strength, wanting to take the position in front of them in one go.

　　The bombardment, which was completely out of the plan, instantly disrupted the entire Taiwa Teru Battalion.

　　The Japanese machine guns were shot down.

　　The three machine guns of the 1st Battalion began to show their power at this time.

　　The three machine guns swept at the Japanese who were close at hand.

　　The rain of bullets was fired like splashing water.

　　At a distance of thirty meters, these Japanese who had charged to the forefront of the position.

　　They had to sadly welcome these fiery bullets with their bodies.

　　There were only two roads in front of these Japanese: continue to charge; or turn back.

　　These Japanese soldiers, who had been brainwashed by the spirit of Bushido since childhood, chose to continue moving forward almost without thinking.

　　They were prepared to use the bodies of their comrades in the first row to block the rain of bullets from the opposite side.

　　Then they could rush into the trenches and fight the other side in close combat.

　　Relying on the strength of the Taiwa Teru Battalion with more than a thousand men, they could occupy this position even if they just piled up people.

　　The ideal is very full, but the reality is very helpless.

　　The Japanese who were charging at the forefront had no time to look back.

　　If they looked back, they would not continue to charge forward.

　　Behind these Japanese, a blood river appeared neatly.

　　They were on this side of the blood river, and the Japanese who were supporting them were on the other side of the blood river.

　　This blood river was fully sixty meters wide.

　　Now the Japanese who were charging at the forefront were distributed in the area thirty meters to fifty meters in front of the position of the 1st Battalion.

　　Between fifty meters and one hundred meters behind these Japanese, countless Japanese fell.

　　The blood from these Japanese bodies kept flowing out.

　　It was completely a "red spring", a spring flowing with the blood of these invaders.

　　They were like a red carpet, a red carpet laid with the flesh and blood of these invaders!

　　Those Japanese who had just stepped on this red carpet had embarked on the road to the underworld.