Chapter 1 Sj. Sasaki Lieutenant Colonel Watches the Tank Fleet Constantly Emerging from Sihang Warehouse

His heart was colder than the ice and snow of Hokkaido in winter.

At this moment, he finally calmed down and calmly issued the order: "Retreat!"

Although his order could only command the attacking force from the west,

it could also affect the courage of the soldiers in the eastern force.

The devils attacking from the west began to retreat!

The orderly retreat that Lieutenant Colonel Kitahara Sasaki had envisioned turned into a rout from the very beginning.

Lieutenant Colonel Katsuharu Yota saw that his soldiers were also hesitant during the charge.

He had no choice but to make a difficult decision: "Retreat!"

Because he had already seen that the machine gun fire on the tanks that had just rushed out was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper,

rapidly harvesting the soldiers' lives.

Commander Tsuchishiro Takuma looked at the retreating soldiers, who were now only five hundred meters away from his command post.

Now was the time for him to make a choice: stay and face the Nationalist army's artillery fire like a decent samurai;

or preserve his useful body and personally wash away the shame in the future.

Commander Tsuchishiro Takuma did not hesitate for long, and the situation on the battlefield did not allow him to hesitate.

The commander of the Japanese Shanghai Naval Landing Force abandoned the entire team and retreated in a hurry.

Commander Tsuchishiro Takuma finally chose: where there is life, there is hope.

Li Xian, as a reporter, had a natural sensitivity to the command post of the Japanese Naval Landing Force.

He stopped Chen Sichuan and his soldiers from destroying the entire headquarters of the Japanese Shanghai Naval Landing Force.

On the contrary, he specifically ordered that it be well preserved.

As a reporter, a propagandist, he of course knew that under the current circumstances,

the scenes that he and his colleagues witnessed were far less combative than the pens and cameras in the hands of the reporters.

Li Xian specially sent a soldier to shout at the crowd on the south bank of the Suzhou River: "The 542nd Regiment of the 88th Division of the Nationalist Army sincerely invites reporters to visit the headquarters of the Japanese Shanghai Naval Landing Force."

Immediately, hundreds of reporters ran out, of various nationalities, colors, and genders.

They scrambled to get to the battlefield, and the British and American soldiers guarding the Garbage Bridge, faced with these reporters,

had no choice but to give in and let them enter the battlefield.

These reporters who were allowed to enter the battlefield were finally able to photograph the battlefield up close.

The bullet holes in the walls of Sihang Warehouse, the sandbags piled up by the windows of Sihang Warehouse,

and, more importantly, the bodies of the devils lying on the outer fortifications of Sihang Warehouse.

Most of the reporters ran towards the headquarters of the Japanese Shanghai Naval Landing Force in the distance.

It should be known that Commander Tsuchishiro Takuma, who was standing in this headquarters two hours ago, had confidently boasted that he would occupy Sihang Warehouse in three hours.

And he had specially published a statement in all the newspapers today.

He was also the host who invited these reporters to come and watch the battle.

Now the host had run away, but the 542nd Regiment had invited these reporters over.

Shang Yuegui, the beautiful reporter from Wenhui Daily, followed a large group of reporters through the Garbage Bridge.

Walking through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the outskirts of Sihang Warehouse, she kept pressing the shutter.

Looking at the mountains of devil corpses on the outer positions, her admiration for the defending soldiers of the 542nd Regiment was as turbulent as the Yangtze River.

She could see the vigilant figures of the soldiers behind the windows, and the dark gun muzzles.

Shang Yuegui smiled slightly, and her camera especially aimed at the soldiers behind those windows.

On the roof of Sihang Warehouse, Regiment Commander Xie Jinyuan watched the situation on the entire battlefield.

The devils in the east and west directions had been defeated and could no longer organize any resistance.

Even if there were only forty soldiers in each direction actually chasing the devils,

there was no need to worry about them.

The battle in the north was still very fierce, and although the Special Company still had the upper hand and kept attacking,

the devils were also stubbornly resisting.

Xie Jinyuan decisively ordered: "The 1st and 2nd Companies will attack in full force, with the target being the north side of Sihang Warehouse.

The 3rd Company will defend Sihang Warehouse."

Shangguan Zhibiao and Deng Ying were on the roof, watching the soldiers of the Special Company constantly advancing behind the tanks, and they had long been itching to do something.

Now they had finally received the order to attack.

They set off immediately, without any delay.

The multinational military observation group on the south bank of the Suzhou River watched the battle taking place on the opposite bank.

The sudden reversal surprised them so much that their eyeballs almost fell to the ground: the soldiers of that emerging Eastern empire, who in their eyes were ready to die,

were actually being chased by two tanks and dozens of Nationalist army soldiers!

Nelson Johnson, the US ambassador to China, watched what was happening in front of him and exclaimed repeatedly: "Incredible!

Incredible!"

When Shang Yuegui, the leading actress of Wenhui Daily, the beautiful reporter, walked into the iron gate of Sihang Warehouse, the soldier guarding the door thoughtfully reminded her: "Miss! Watch your step!"

Only then did Shang Yuegui see that there was a thin layer of reddish-black liquid on the ground under her feet.

She asked, her face pale, "This is...blood?"

The soldier who reminded her was obviously a protector of women, and when he saw her face turn pale with fright,

he quickly said, "Don't be afraid, this blood has already subsided. When the fighting had just ended, this blood was this high."

His hand opened exaggeratedly, showing that the blood here had been at least ten centimeters high.

Shang Yuegui finally understood: this soldier was scaring her.

But she also saw that the thing on the ground was indeed blood, human blood!

She pointed to the tank stuck in the wall in the distance: "How did this crash into here?"

The soldiers immediately described it to her in a lively manner.

While Shang Yuegui recorded, she sized up the ground floor of Sihang Warehouse.

She saw a large pile of devil corpses not far from her.

She asked in surprise: "What are you storing the devil corpses for?"

A picture had already appeared in Shang Yuegui's mind: quench their thirst with the blood of the Xiongnu, and satisfy their hunger with the flesh of the barbarians.

The defenders of Sihang Warehouse lit a bonfire around this pile of devil corpses, dancing while gnawing on their thighs.

The scene was too beautiful, and she dared not continue to think about it.

She simply took out her camera and started taking pictures of the pile of corpses and the tank stuck in the wall.

When taking pictures of the pile of corpses, Shang Yuegui finally saw a very obvious black line on the wall of Sihang Warehouse.

It was as if someone had deliberately drawn a black line on the wall.

A skirting board?

This was a warehouse, there wouldn't be such a thing.

Suddenly, Shang Yuegui understood at once that the line was the position where the blood had soaked, as the soldiers had just said.

Rivers of blood!

This was a true river of blood!

She immediately and intentionally used the pile of devil corpses as a background, especially highlighting the blood line.

Under this pile of devil corpses, there was still a stream of reddish-black liquid flowing on the ground.

This was the blood flowing out of the devil corpses, gathered together.

"How many devils are in this pile?"

"Five hundred and thirty-seven!" The soldiers replied in unison.

The expressions on their faces were full of pride!

Shang Yuegui immediately froze this scene.

At this moment, a dense sound of footsteps rang out from upstairs.

The soldiers who had just been smiling and talking to her immediately stood at attention solemnly,

waiting for the masters of those voices upstairs.

Shangguan Zhibiao led the 1st Company down, and Shang Yuegui walked up with a smile: "This commander, what are you going to do?"

Shangguan Zhibiao did not stop and said loudly, "Fight the devils!"

All the people in the 1st Company behind him looked at this beautiful woman in front of them and shouted together, "Fight the devils!"

"Can I go with you?"

Shangguan Zhibiao had already run past and did not hear her words.

Shang Yuegui looked at this team of soldiers, spirited, energetic, and full of fighting spirit.

When this team of soldiers had passed, she saw another commander.

She immediately greeted him and asked, "Can I go with you?"

She stopped Deng Ying, the company commander of the 2nd Company.

The world has always been a world that depends on looks, and Shang Yuegui, as the leading actress of Wenhui Daily, was definitely worthy of being called beautiful.

When Deng Ying saw such a beautiful woman politely asking for his opinion,

the serious expression on his face immediately turned into a face full of smiles.

"Welcome! Welcome! This reporter, keep up with the running!

We are going to the back of this warehouse to fight the devils."

Shang Yuegui ran quickly and said, "This commander, may I ask your surname?"

Deng Ying said with a smile: "We soldiers don't need to mention honorifics, my surname is Deng, Deng Ying, and I am now the company commander of the 2nd Company."

"Company Commander Deng, in the battle just now, what position were you in?"

A look of helplessness appeared on Deng Ying's face: "Today it was our turn to defend on the roof.

We never had the opportunity to engage the devils in close combat.

We just threw a few bombs and a few explosive packs at the devils from upstairs!

But now we have a chance.

Follow us closely later, and don't run around, there are still many devils on the battlefield."

Deng Ying carefully explained at the end of this sentence.

He didn't want such a beautiful woman to sacrifice as soon as she went to the battlefield.

Deng Ying modestly flaunted the role his company played in the battle just now.

An old Versailles! Wisdom.

Shang Yuegui had the appearance of a vase, but she also had the vision and strength of a true reporter.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to become the leading actress of a major newspaper.

She immediately thought of the devil corpses lying in the fortifications outside Sihang Warehouse just now.

Those corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the total amount was much more than the devil corpses piled up in Sihang Warehouse.

Her eyes lit up, and she looked at Deng Ying admiringly: "You killed all those devils outside with your bombs.

Amazing!"

Deng Ying modestly and lightly replied: "This is not entirely our credit. Other companies also killed dozens of devils."

Old Versailles!

There were several thousand devil corpses outside, and he said that other companies had killed dozens of them.

Wasn't this indirectly admitting that his company had killed more devils with bombs?

The look of admiration in Shang Yuegui's eyes became more obvious.

Deng Ying shouted loudly: "Everyone in the company, run faster.

The 1st Company has been on the battlefield once today and fought the devils with bayonets once.

We are the first in throwing explosive packs.

We must also be the first in close combat!

We cannot lose to them."

The soldiers of the entire 2nd Company had just seen that there was a beautiful woman in their team.

Hormones began to be produced in large quantities in their bodies, and the enthusiasm of these soldiers, who were already full of fuel, was now even higher.

They began to sprint!

The reinforcing 1st and 2nd Companies quickly turned around Sihang Warehouse and arrived at the north side.

Just now, she could see the back of the warehouse, and Shang Yuegui suddenly heard the faint sound of gunfire, which suddenly became deafening.

Ahead was the real battlefield.

Deng Ying said to her again: "Miss, follow me closely and don't run around."

The 1st Company was already on the battlefield in front of them.

Nearly 300 fresh troops were suddenly added to the battlefield.

The defense line that Lieutenant Colonel Yoshino Eiji had originally been struggling to support instantly collapsed.

The defense line he organized was divided, surrounded, and wiped out by the soldiers of the 542nd Regiment!

Deng Ying led the team and kept rushing forward.

Rushing behind one of the tanks, the soldiers of the 2nd Company now had a strong fighting spirit.

They had all seen the beautiful reporter.

Men have never lacked the desire to perform in front of beautiful women.

These newly joined soldiers rushed past the soldiers of the Special Company and rushed in front of the tank.

Suddenly, they provoked an officer on the battlefield, and Lin Fan shouted loudly, "Which company are you from? The tank charges, the infantry follows, don't you understand this?

Rushing in front of the tank, do you want to block bullets for the tank?"

Shang Yuegui listened to this angry voice and looked at the soldiers who had been wronged by the charge.

They were slowly bending down, stopping their charge, waiting for the tank to pass them before following.

She immediately became angry in her heart: "You are really, the soldiers are spirited, and full of fighting spirit, rushing to the front.

Isn't it a good thing?

You still scold them like this.

Look, are they still have fighting spirit when they are bending over,

do they still look like soldiers?"

Lin Fan smelled a woman's fragrance beside him.

Only then did he notice that there was a beautiful reporter with a camera beside him.

This beautiful woman was tall and stood straight, and her beautiful face was written with a look of I am very angry, my anger has broken through the sky.

Looking at such a beautiful woman, with a look of unyielding.

Lin Fan reached out and gently punched Shang Yuegui in the stomach, and Shang Yuegui's waist immediately bent down.

Lin Fan's big hand pressed her head down and kept pressing down: "Bend over, hunch over, lower your head! Live longer!"

Shang Yuegui never thought that she would be beaten as soon as she went to the battlefield.

And someone kept pressing her head down.

Her proud head was so disobediently pressed down.

"I didn't lower my head voluntarily, it's just that my stomach hurts so badly that I had to lower my head." Shang Yuegui comforted herself like this.

Tears were rolling in her eyes.

She heard the person who had just beaten her say: "The battlefield is not a runway, not a fashion show.

It doesn't need temperament, it only needs survival!

It's just like this now, keep it up, it can reduce the chance of being shot a lot."

Shang Yuegui looked around aggrievedly and found that everyone was the same.

Even the officer who had been so kind to her was like this, and looking at his appearance, he was at least one-third shorter than when he ran into the arena just now.

At this time, she realized: maybe she had misunderstood.

Knowing that she might be wrong, she was able to correct her mentality.

She was also in the mood to size up the person who beat women and scolded her as soon as they met on the battlefield: the young man was also bending over, and she couldn't see how tall he was.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, Shang Yuegui felt a little scared when she looked at those eyes.

When those eyes looked at her, they looked like a pile of lifeless meat.

Without any emotion.

The body was also bent like a ten-thousand-year-old pine tree, as if it was bearing a thousand pounds of burden.

Lin Fan did not like beautiful reporters coming to the front line of the battlefield.

But now the battle was fierce, and he could not make more choices.

With the addition of two companies, the originally stalemate offensive and defensive battle immediately became one-sided.

Shang Yuegui secretly sized up the officer who had scolded her as soon as he came up.

Holding a rifle in his hand, he kept firing continuously, although she did not have a good impression of this person.

But she had to say that when he concentrated on shooting, he was still very masculine. '

When Shang Yuegui took her camera and aimed it at Lin Fan, ready to press the shutter.

A figure appeared in the lens, and she stopped unhappily: "Please let me, I'm shooting him!"

The one blocking the lens was a young soldier.

This soldier looked at her coldly, in a tone that tried to pretend to be mature: "Our company commander, you are not allowed to shoot him!"

Shang Yuegui smiled: "Do you know how many people want to ask me to take pictures and help them publicize?

I will take a picture of your company commander's heroic posture in fighting the devils, and it will be on the newspaper, and the people of the whole country will be able to know him.

Maybe he can become a battalion commander or regimental commander right away."

Wu Xiaobao still looked cold: "Our company commander does not allow anyone to take pictures of him."

Shang Yuegui asked playfully: "Does he know that he is too ugly and dare not let people take pictures of him!"

"You are not allowed to say that our company commander is ugly, our company commander is so good-looking, are you blind?"

Another voice joined in.

Shang Yuegui saw that another young soldier had come to attack her.

She couldn't help but laugh: "You are not his followers, why are you maintaining him so much?"

Wu Xiaobao and Zhao Long said at the same time: "We are the company commander's messengers."

Shang Yuegui looked at the two young soldiers strangely: "Why don't you go to fight the devils, why are you arguing with me?"

Zhao Long looked at her proudly: "When the company commander fires, one person is better than ten of us.

We just need to be prepared so that he is not disturbed by other things.

Women only affect the company commander's shooting speed.

I just saw it, the company commander punched you and pressed your head to save you.

At least three fewer shots were fired, which means three fewer devils were killed."

While saying this, the little soldier skillfully handed over the gun.

The left hand of the person who had just hit her just stretched out and happened to grasp the wooden handle of the gun.

The gun in his right hand was also thrown down at once.

It was skillfully caught by another little soldier.

Throughout the whole process, the man did not look back.

It could be seen that the cooperation between the three of them was not the first time.

Seamless!