July 30, 1938, Morning:

Anqing City has been attacked and entered by the 1st and 2nd Regiments of the Special Forces Brigade.

The devils and puppet soldiers stationed in the city, led by Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō, are breaking through to the south of the city.

The two devil companies arranged at the forefront as a spearhead were beaten to a pulp by the 1st Regiment's powerful firepower.

Under such circumstances, Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō looked expectantly at the puppet army commander who was escaping with him.

The order was given, and puppet commander Mei Dalong quickly gave a mobilization speech to his puppet soldiers.

He vaguely promised rewards from the Taijun (Japanese officer).

But the puppet soldiers were unmoved.

The Taijun’s generous rewards were not heard by these puppet soldiers.

However, they heard and clearly saw the rain of bullets fired from the city walls.

How many heavy machine guns were there?

At least six!

One puppet soldier said.

More than that, with my years of experience, there are at least eight heavy machine guns.

And at least eight mortars.

These puppet soldiers privately discussed the firepower on the city walls.

This battle was stress-free for the puppet soldiers.

They were unwelcome everywhere anyway.

If they couldn't escape, they would surrender!

Anyway, they wouldn't die.

In all likelihood, they would just change their uniforms and continue to be soldiers!

Mei Dalong, the puppet commander, knew what his soldiers were thinking.

Based on past experience, as long as he mentioned generous rewards, these soldiers would at least give him some face.

They would put on a show, pretending to charge the city walls, and then retreat.

That way, everyone would save face.

The Taijun wouldn't say much either, since that was just how puppet soldiers were.

How could puppet soldiers take a city that the Taijun couldn't?

…

But today was different.

The puppet soldiers saw that for every hundred devils who charged, ninety-nine plus one died.

With an obvious 100% mortality rate, the Taijun wanted them to be cannon fodder.

That was impossible!

Absolutely impossible.

No puppet soldier was willing to make such a charge.

And the puppet soldiers' hands were already gripping their guns tightly, ready to fight at any moment.

Fight whom?

Of course, not the National soldiers guarding the city walls.

They couldn't beat them.

These puppet soldiers knew the consequences of disobeying orders on the battlefield.

Now they were preparing to resist those consequences.

If the Taijun dared to enforce battlefield discipline, they would teach the Taijun that even a cornered rabbit bites.

Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō looked at the two hundred or so devils left beside him.

The ratio with the puppet soldiers was one to two.

He couldn't use force.

Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō knew these puppet soldiers too well.

They were always bullies who feared the strong.

But today, the Empire's warriors had become pushovers in the eyes of these puppet soldiers.

He felt very uncomfortable: this account was noted down, and he would settle it after today.

Kōhashi Seishirō ordered, "Turn to the north of the city."

If the main road is blocked, take a side road; if the south of the city is impassable, go to the north.

Such a command was not wrong.

What was wrong was that he came to the wrong place.

Before these devils could act, more than twenty devils ran over in panic from behind.

When Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō saw a company with only twenty or so devils left, he had a bad feeling.

Company Commander Kawauchi Akikichi rushed to Battalion Commander Kōhashi.

"The National soldiers are catching up. Their firepower is too strong.

We can't resist it at all.

My entire company is all but wiped out!

The remaining warriors are all shattered jade!"

Company Commander Kawauchi Akikichi had received the order to retreat.

That's why he knew to escape in this direction.

Seeing Battalion Commander Kōhashi leading a large force here, he was very moved.

He thought Battalion Commander Kōhashi was waiting for them to leave together.

Battalion Commander Kōhashi pointed to the south of the city and said, "Company Commander Kawauchi Akikichi, we are sniped from the front and pursued from behind.

The National soldiers are guarding the city walls. Our troops can't break through!"

This meaning was very clear.

Chen Sichuan was definitely not just standing on the city tower looking at the scenery.

He saw that the devils dared not continue attacking.

If the devils didn't attack, the 1st Regiment would take the initiative.

The 3rd Company rushed down the city tower, pushing the dirt tanks straight forward.

Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō dared not hesitate any longer and loudly ordered, "Break out to the west of the city!"

He had also sent Company Commander Tanaka Yuto to support that direction.

Company Commander Tanaka Yuto had not returned yet.

Perhaps the situation there was better!

The gathered devils and puppet soldiers swarmed toward the west of the city.

Neither Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō nor Company Commander Kawauchi Akikichi noticed that their team was rapidly decreasing in number as they went.

The puppet soldiers from Mei Dalong's puppet regiment broke away from the large group in teams and rushed into the alleys.

They threw away their guns, hats, and clothes.

Only their pants could not be thrown away.

After all, the puppet soldiers were still human. They still knew shame.

Even if they were naked, they would not be cold in Anqing in July.

These puppet soldiers stripped down like this for only one purpose: to disguise themselves as civilians.

They had stripped down like this, so they were definitely not a threat.

Even if the disguise was unsuccessful, it was enough to make the National soldiers who entered the city believe it.

This was wisdom! Wisdom from the bottom!

At this time, Company Commander Tanaka Yuto's battle in the east of the city was not going well.

When he led his one hundred and eighty devils into West Street, the 1st Regiment had already opened the west city gate.

A steady stream of troops was pouring in through the city gate.

The 4th Company was at the forefront.

Company Commander Yan Yuanbai was leading his troops to charge down the street when he saw Company Commander Tanaka Yuto charging toward them.

The heavy machine guns pushed to the front of the 4th Company immediately opened fire.

Company Commander Tanaka Yuto's company was not weak either.

They also had heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and grenade launchers.

When Sergeant Fuji also saw the fierce firepower on the other side, he immediately hid in a hidden position on the side of the street and began firing at the charging National soldiers.

He used a grenade launcher. Although the first grenade did not hit, it blew a hole in the wall of the building next to the street.

When Company Commander Yan Yuanbai saw that the devils were using grenade launchers, he also had similar equipment in his hands.

He pointed at the devils on the opposite side and ordered, "Rocket launchers!"

Two rockets immediately flew over with flaming tails.

According to the usual training regulations, rocket launchers should not be used to attack targets within a hundred meters.

This was because the charge was too large, and the exploding fragments could easily injure oneself.

But on the battlefield, Yan Yuanbai could no longer worry about these things.

The effect of the two rockets was very good.

The devils' newly established defensive position was instantly torn apart.

The machine guns and grenade launchers hastily deployed by Company Commander Tanaka Yuto at the forefront were all wiped out.

At least ten devils were injured.

This scene startled the devils.

But Company Commander Tanaka Yuto did not panic.

He ordered, "Rush into the houses and resist step by step."

The devils of the entire Tanaka Yuto company smashed open doors, blew open doors, and broke open doors.

They rushed into the houses on both sides of the street and immediately began sniping.

This was why the devils of the entire Tanaka Yuto company could not retreat when Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō's order arrived.

They were now engaged in street fighting with the 1st Regiment.

The 1st Regiment did not concentrate all its forces here.

While the 4th Company was engaged in street fighting with the devils, the other companies took the alleys and rushed quickly to the center of Anqing City.

When Kōhashi Seishirō led the devils into East Street, he discovered that five small pushcarts were blocking the center of the street.

If they wanted to pass through here, they had to push these five carts away.

These were five heavy machine guns.

When they saw them, these heavy machine guns were already firing.

The devils were also firing.

However, the bullets from the other side could only be blocked with their bodies.

The bullets they fired could only hit the pushcarts, clanging and sparking, but not hurting anyone.

How could they fight like this?

Tanaka Yuto hid in the houses on the side, loudly summoning Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō.

The pushcarts on the opposite side were still advancing.

Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō had no choice but to enter the house to avoid the gunfire.

As soon as he entered, he felt that he had fallen into a trap.

Not because Company Commander Tanaka Yuto had set a trap, but because these devils could no longer rush out once they entered the house.

The attacking troops sealed these devils in one house after another with dense gunfire.

The pace of advance was not fast, but they were resolutely pushing forward.

If they waited any longer, wouldn't these devils be defeated one by one?

Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō quickly realized the problem.

He asked Company Commander Tanaka Yuto in exasperation, "Are you trying to kill all the warriors?"

Company Commander Tanaka Yuto said with a bitter face, "We can't rush through at all, and we can't retreat!"

Company Commander Kawauchi Akikichi pointed to the back wall of the room: "Go from here!"

As soon as he reached the back wall, a grenade was thrown in through the window behind him.

"Here it comes again!" Company Commander Tanaka Yuto said helplessly.

These devils could only concentrate in the front room and put up meaningless resistance.

Company Commander Tanaka Yuto's company was already a flickering candle in the wind.

Now, suddenly, Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō led more than two hundred devils to reinforce them.

Their numbers increased again, and their resistance became more fierce.

In the entire city of Anqing, only this area west of the city was still fighting.

The search teams from the 1st and 2nd Regiments in the city were all concentrated here.

Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō finally despaired as he watched the increasing number of National soldiers.

He pulled out his pistol and fired a shot into his temple.

With the battalion commander dead, Company Commander Kawauchi Akikichi shouted and rushed out, charging towards the steadily advancing 4th Company.

He and the few devils he led were shot down to the ground by machine gun fire less than ten meters after rushing out.

Company Commander Tanaka Yuto persisted until the 4th Company rushed to the door and threw in grenades.

The devils stationed in Anqing City were completely annihilated.

The 1st and 2nd Regiments captured a total of four hundred puppet soldiers in the city.

Chen Sichuan couldn't help but laugh as he looked at these puppet soldiers.

They were all naked, squatting on the ground, looking listless.

How to deal with these people?

That was a problem.

If they were released, they would become devils' puppet soldiers again in a few days.

Don't think that they had no combat power today.

If they were fighting a favorable battle, these puppet soldiers would be no less capable than the devils.

Since they couldn't be released, they could only be taken away.

Liu Laopao looked at these puppet soldiers, his eyes full of disgust.

Although most of the soldiers under his command had been transformed from puppet soldiers, the 2nd Regiment didn't have time to take these puppet soldiers with them now!

In the end, Liu Laopao had no choice but to give these puppet soldiers meat to eat.

It was impossible for these puppet soldiers to carry guns.

However, they were allowed to lead mules and horses, carrying grain and supplies, to run with the troops.

They had to run to catch up with the main force, which had left half a day earlier.

Liu Laopao's idea was simple, and he was very clear with these puppet soldiers.

Those who could keep up with the troops would live, and those who couldn't would die.

The 2nd Regiment left after lunch.

The 1st Regiment stayed in Anqing City.

Chen Sichuan, the commander of the 1st Regiment, looked at the Yangtze River.

He did not sigh at the passage of time.

He only issued orders:

"Rocket launchers, aim at the devil freighters passing on the river!

Get ready!

Fire!"

The "Black Evening" freighter was sailing on the Yangtze River.

Captain Ueno Rikuto looked at the banks of the Yangtze River.

Although he had been running this route for ten years, today he felt that the scenery was particularly different.

There was only one reason for such a mood.

This river, the roads they were traveling now, all belonged to the Empire.

Although they had been able to sail on this Yangtze River without any scruples twenty years ago, they did not have their own pride then.

Just last month, the Empire's warriors had occupied the city ahead, a large city.

Then these river surfaces belonged to the Empire.

In a few days, when Wuhan also became a city of the Empire, half of this long river would belong to the Empire.

Of course, Captain Ueno Rikuto had never doubted that the entire Yangtze River would eventually belong entirely to the Empire.

His ship was originally just a merchant ship, but it was requisitioned because of the Empire's war.

Although it was requisitioned, Captain Ueno Rikuto was also willing.

He felt proud to be able to do something for the rise of the Empire.

Today, his ship was carrying three thousand tons of supplies and five hundred reinforcements who had just been sent from the country.

Conquest always came at a price, although the price was paid by ordinary people.

Captain Ueno Rikuto did not think there was anything wrong with it.

Five hundred new recruits who had been operating machines and holding hoes just ten days ago looked at the scenery on both sides of the Yangtze River and did not have as many feelings as the captain.

For these people, although everything here was new, there was still some fear of war.

Although the victory of war always excited them, when it was their turn to go to the battlefield, this excitement turned into fear.

Miura Yozo stood on the deck, basking in the sun.

He couldn't muster any energy.

He had been directly notified from the machine.

When he didn't understand anything, he was thrown onto the train, then the ship.

It seemed that he had been spending these days on the ship.

He looked into the distance.

There was a city on the shore.

Suddenly, a fire burst out from the city, as brilliant as fireworks, accompanied by a huge sound.

The first rocket missed.

Chen Sichuan was not disappointed. He could reach it, which was good!

Captain Ueno Rikuto looked at the rocket falling into the Yangtze River.

The waves generated by the explosion were as high as twenty meters.

"Misunderstanding! This is a misunderstanding!" He comforted himself.

Ahead was Anqing, which was occupied by the Hata Detachment last month.

The garrison must have accidentally touched it.

Thinking of this, he loudly ordered, "Sound the horn! Signal with flags!

Notify the shore that we are transporting new recruits and ammunition supplies for the Empire."

He could communicate with the garrison in Anqing City.

The Black Evening had radio, and the devils in Anqing City also had it.

It was just that their radio stations were not on the same frequency now.

The second test shell appeared on the river again.

This time it was much closer to the Black Evening: within a hundred meters.

Miura Yozo watched the huge waves rising and was so frightened that he ran back to the cabin.

Those devils who had just been leaning against the railing enjoying the scenery also began to run into the cabin at this time.

This ship was not without weapons.

Although it used to be a civilian ship, it had undergone some changes after being requisitioned.

Anti-aircraft machine guns were installed at the bow, middle, and stern of the ship.

But now it was too far from the city walls, and the machine guns did not have enough range.

"Turn the rudder! Turn the rudder!"

Captain Ueno Rikuto did not want to explain to the garrison in Anqing City now.

They did not respond to his calls!

What else could he do?

If he couldn't afford to offend them, he could only hide.

However, he had already reported to the Third Fleet that he had been unfriendly fired upon by the Anqing garrison in Anqing waters.

At the same time, he also reported to the headquarters of the China Expeditionary Army that they must severely punish this unfriendly team in Anqing.

Chen Sichuan ordered, "Everyone, adjust the parameters!

Fire!"

This time, all four twelve-tube rocket launchers of the 1st Regiment were fired.

With the two tests just now, the firing parameters had been determined, and they could launch a collective firing.

Rocket launchers were area weapons. Forty rockets were fired all at once.

Those devils who were hiding in the cabin and some who were still on the deck felt that the end was coming at this time.

The entire ship shook violently, and there were fires everywhere.

Captain Ueno Rikuto was unlucky. The captain's room he was in was also hit by a rocket.

There were no survivors in the entire captain's room.

The rudder that had just started to turn could no longer be corrected.

The ship was now rushing toward the north bank of the Yangtze River like a mad bull.

Chen Sichuan had never imagined that after hitting it once, it would honestly rush toward him.

However, the ship was obviously not coming for him.

It wanted to run aground.

"1st Company, 2nd Company, 3rd Company, set off immediately!

Target, that ship!

Bring the siege ladders!"

Chen Sichuan was afraid that his three companies would not be able to board such a large ship when they reached the position.

That would be a joke!

The soldiers of the three companies saw a freighter full of smoke rushing toward them.

It did not raise a white flag, nor did it fire.

Of course, the regiment commander's orders had to be executed.

The soldiers of the three companies rushed out as quickly as possible.

The Black Evening rushed toward the north bank so recklessly.

Those devils who were lucky enough to survive were hiding in the cabin at this time, not daring to move, praying to Amaterasu Ōmikami to protect them.

These devils were all new recruits. They did not know how many batches of soldiers the devil headquarters had sent here.

Although there were temporary squad leaders, company commanders, and battalion commanders among these new recruits, they were all dismissed before boarding the ship.

According to normal procedure, these new recruits would arrive at their destination and then be added to the squads in the various divisions.

The veteran soldiers would lead the new recruits and let them grow in battle.

Of course, the casualties of these new recruits would definitely be much higher.

Now that the war was tense and the front line was seriously short of personnel, the devil headquarters had no choice but to do so.

Moreover, there were only three divisions stationed in the entire devil country, and another division was on standby, ready to depart at any time.

Under such circumstances, what was wrong with letting these new recruits learn on the battlefield?

Gui Wen, the commander of the 1st Company, shouted loudly to his team, "Brothers! Run faster! The big ship is about to land! We have to set up a net before it lands, or those devils will run away!"

The rules of the Special Forces Brigade: do not let a single devil escape!

All the soldiers had this engraved in their bones.

The soldiers ran even faster.

The commander of the 2nd Company shouted simply, "Are we going to lose to the 1st Company?"

"No!" A neat roar.

The devils squatting in the cabin finally waited for a violent impact.

They were swaying in the cabin.

Without being reminded, these devils knew that the ship had capsized.

For them, this was not landing!

Gui Wen pointed at the big ship thirty meters away: "The 1st Company, rush up and board the ship! Heavy machine guns and mortars, cover!"

There were already devil figures flashing on the deck of the Black Evening, which had stopped.

The order issued by the commander of the 2nd Company was no different.

In this situation, it was not easy to get heavy machine guns and mortars up.

Miura Yozo ran out with a devil in a cabin.

As soon as they ran onto the deck, bullets came at them.

These devils, wearing military uniforms but not carrying weapons, were now running back in panic.

They were going back to get their weapons.

However, the National soldiers who caught up with them would not give them such a chance.

It was half an hour later when Chen Sichuan boarded the freighter.

He frowned as he looked at the weapons and ammunition in the cabin.

What to do with so many weapons and ammunition?

Lin Fan was also stunned when he looked at Chen Sichuan's request for instructions: "This is completely an accident!"

Three thousand tons!

Lin Fan felt his heart bleeding if he blew them up.

However, Anqing was only 120 kilometers away from Wuhu.

Three thousand tons!

One freighter was enough.

Think about it!

Lin Fan finally made up his mind: send a freighter up from Wuhu.

An American freighter, the price was negotiated to five times the normal price.

For a 100% profit, a merchant dared to trample on all human laws.

With a 300% profit, they dared to commit any crime, even risk being hanged.

This American merchant ship was like this.

After negotiating the price, he immediately sailed to Anqing at full speed.

In the morning, Battalion Commander Kōhashi Seishirō sent out a call for help.

Since then, there had been no news.

The China Expeditionary Army did not feel that losing Anqing was anything wrong.

Although they were surprised, what kind of team could drive the Kōhashi Battalion out of Anqing City?

However, Anqing was no longer of much significance to the attack on Wuhan.

It was the same as those county towns that the devils had occupied, which had now been taken back by the National Army or guerrillas.

After all, as long as the waterway was clear, everything was fine.

At 4:30, the telegram sent by the Black Evening did not attract attention.

Anqing had changed hands, and of course the devils' freighters would not be friendly.

However, it did not matter as long as the freighter passed through.

Even if an occasional shell hit the freighter, it was not a big deal.

At 5:30, the headquarters of the China Expeditionary Army sent a telegram to contact the Black Evening, just to confirm whether it had passed through Anqing waters.

No one responded!

This was very bad.

Could it be that it was not a guerrilla team that attacked Anqing, but a hidden team of the National Army?

It was now 6:30 in the afternoon, and Chen Sichuan had deployed all five anti-aircraft machine guns of the regiment around the ship.

Together with the four anti-aircraft machine guns that the ship originally had, all of this was in preparation for dealing with the devil planes.

After all, a devil reconnaissance plane had just flown over.

Next, the devil bomber group should be coming!

If they waited another half hour, it would be dark.

After dark, the devil bombers would not come.

Chen Sichuan looked at the bright sky, wishing he could cover the entire sky with a piece of cloth.

The headquarters of the China Expeditionary Army finally received the news that the Black Evening freighter had run aground in Anqing waters.

Of course, the devils knew what this meant.

Chen Sichuan had prepared fifty small boats here.

Each small boat was filled with ammunition.

The devil's freighter had run aground, and the ship that came to pick up the goods could not reach this location at all.

It needed to be transferred.

These were the only ships Chen Sichuan could find now.

After dark, he moved all four rocket launchers of the regiment to one thousand meters below the freighter.

It was dark, and enemy planes could not come.

If the devils were determined to come, only their naval ships would come.

At 8:30, the Earl Hausen freighter arrived.

The tense transfer work began.

It would still take a long time to transfer three thousand tons of cargo.

At 11:30, the transfer was still continuing.

Suddenly, a batch of ships with bright lights appeared from the upper reaches of the Yangtze River.

They deviated far from the middle of the channel, searching for something along the north bank of the river.

Looking at their actions, Chen Sichuan and the soldiers of the 1st Regiment knew what they were searching for.

The voice of He Feiyu, the commander of the 10th Company, came from the radio: "Report to the regiment commander, a distance of three thousand five meters!"

The reference point for this distance was the 1st Regiment's rocket launcher position.

"A distance of three thousand five hundred meters!" Chen Sichuan's voice was loud, even suppressing the sound of the waves on the river.

"Fire!"

Suddenly, brilliant flames bloomed on the river bank.

Three thousand meters away, clusters of flames suddenly flickered.

There was a faint sound of explosions.

Lieutenant Commander Tasokoro Hei, with a displacement of only two hundred and fifty tons, was following the team.

They had received orders at 8:00 p.m. to come down from the Jiujiang battlefield and search for a stranded freighter along the Yangtze River’s north bank.

At least five identical gunboats preceded him.

The sudden shell’s explosion caught it completely unaware: It was hit and the blast shattered an arm.

Now Lt. Cmdr. Tasokoro Hei had only one hand, struggling in the river.

The river seemed to be against him.

A broken arm in the river meant more blood loss, and a drop in body temperature.

For a long time, he saw a ship in the water.

It floated closer with voices on board.

“Hurry, this is the last one!”

This must be the Black Evening.

Tasokoro bobbed in the river, small boats just up ahead.

Farther away, he was unable to see.

He was unaware that a group from Nanjing was on its way.

Capt. Jim Hausen was finally able to relax.

His task was coming to completion.

Turning the ship downstream to Wuhan would secure the promised amount.

What weapon was used?

Hard to tell, but beautiful.

Too bad the commander was unwilling to use the weapon again.

Chen Sichuan watched 1,000 rockets, pleased.

“Rockets work!”

More weapons were sent.

3,000 tons were loaded on the Hausen, including useful equipment.

Men from the 1st Regiment and 500 day laborers were leaving.

They had never seen the rocket weapon system.

These day laborers also thought to themselves:

Why was this force so different?

They had watched the 1st Regiment bring the ship in.

They saw the face of the rocket weapon system.

This group looked and sounded different than the rest.

The former group had pasty faces and sounded weak.

The other walked with speed.

Did the force of the past do the same, or were they different?

Tasokoro Heo was wondering who he was when he was saved.

A warm water bag and water woke him.

His arm was bandaged.

He was told that the ship was emptied.

The man was not as surprised as he should be.

The information went to Yen Junliu.

500 recruits and 3,000 tons of weapons lost was too much.

He ordered the capture of the force at Anqing and that the recruits be avenged.

Chen Sichuan thought about the environmental factors.

Tomorrow, there would be threats from the Yangtze.

July 31 dawned with a faint light.

Chen Sichuan looked toward the warships.

Only three.

The lead ship was even larger than the Black Evening.

Capt. Shiakawa was pointing, “Target Anqing!”

Chen Sichuan was also ordering, “Fire!”

The distance of 3,000 meters meant the artillery could reach.

But the rockets would do.

“Keep firing!”

The sailors were busy reloading.

Capt. Shiakawa heard the shells.

“Fire!”

His battleship rocked in return.

The opposition was firing.

It was a battleship, so it could take a beating.

But he looked at the ships on either side.

They were destroyers, and hit.

His ship was hit as well.

The 2nd wave was coming.

The ratio was 3 shells in return for 1 of his.

Chen Sichuan looked through binoculars.

They were firing less.

Capt. Shiakawa was running low. Only 3 could fire.

The destroyers were ablaze.

The sailors were putting out fires.

But the effort was wasted.

There were more to come.

Had Chen Sichuan come to save them?

Chen would say “Yes.

To make them good spirits.”

The 1st Regiment would fire the 12th round.

Capt. Shiakawa ordered the retreat.

At the time, he regretted pushing forward.

Battleships fire long range and stand off to fire.

Why had they pushed so close?

His order was too late.

The ships were already ablaze.

Too few sailors survived.

Most had died fighting the flames.

Then there were the rockets.

Whether in water or aboard, they were going down.

With the warship trying to escape, Chen Sichuan concentrated fire.

The others would be finished soon.

4 rockets and 48 shells were fired at Shiakawa’s ship.

Ants were biting an elephant.

120 mm shells aren’t a joke.

One after the other the armor was peeled off.

A hole in the side of the ship opened.

Air filled it.

It looked beautiful.

Guiwen pointed at the mist:

“A rainbow! Sir, we can make rainbows.”

Chen smiled, “If I want, I can make one!”

Capt. Shiakawa stubbornly radioed:

“Hit by the enemy shell, the ship’s ammunition magazine has exploded.

There is no going back.

I have ordered abandon ship.”

But the shelling continued.

Chen Sichuan waited 5 minutes.

There were troops in the water.

He ordered, “Fire!”

At the same time, 2 companies ran.

They were hidden in case of invasion.

They had to follow along the shore and kill the troops in the water.

Not one would be allowed to escape.

Mao Wenxing saw the wreckage.

He was on time to report that the land was secure and there were 12 ships on their way.

Chen knew.

Lt. Cmdr. Zhennei Sirang was in charge.

5 ships had left last night and hadn’t returned.

The journey was long, but he was coming.

His 12 ships were carrying an entire battalion.

The 20 ships following behind had another battalion.

The men were pulled by General Okamura.

The Lt. Cmdr. wondered what force he was facing.