The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 95 Bayonet Charge (Happy New Year's Eve)

After everyone smashed the earthen bowls in their hands, this brief pre-war mobilization was completed, and then the suicide squad needed to hurry and set off.

According to the different organizations, there is also the current combat plan.

They stood with their chests puffed out and stomachs in, lined up in neat rows, and with full of passion and enthusiasm, they walked across the temporary platform one by one and rushed to different starting positions.

Once they receive the order to attack, they will rush forward like a sharp knife to tear open the Japanese positions and take back the positions lost some time ago.

During this process, Bai Jiansheng stood upright on the platform and saluted to see off his Gui army wolf soldiers.

Although there was nothing unusual on his face, AT could see a flash of pain in his eyes when he looked closely.

After seeing this scene, AT's mentality couldn't help but change.

Before, AT had a lot of disdain for this Gui army leader nicknamed 'Little Zhuge', who was incompetent and exhausted the whole army.

But now I understand that this Guangxi clique boss actually knows a little bit:
Regardless of whether this counterattack plan is successful, few of these Guangxi sons will survive after this battle; and these Guangxi army wolf soldiers are the greatest capital for him and Li Delin to survive in this era.

So even though he knew this, Bai Jiansheng still forcefully pushed forward such a plan.

At least, in the current interests of his country, he hadn't compromised his principles. However, after being accustomed to the fierce battles between domestic warlords, he was still somewhat unfamiliar with this kind of modern warfare...

On the night of October 10, there was no moon in the sky, only stars.

I don’t know if it’s because the sky of this era has not been affected by much industrial pollution, but this starry sky is far deeper and more distant than the modern plane, like a beautiful painting.

Unfortunately, Hu Biao and the others were in no mood to appreciate this so-called beautiful picture.

In order not to alert the Japanese and allow them to be prepared in advance, everyone was strictly ordered not to look around or talk to each other during the march.

So when Hu Biao and his men followed the 1020th Regiment, a suicide squad of about a battalion of soldiers, and set off towards the Dunwu Temple, they kept their mouths shut.

Focusing on following the brothers ahead, we kept moving forward...

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At 8:17 p.m., Hu Biao and his team returned to the extremely familiar Dunwu Temple position.

Looking at the large and small shell craters and the black bloodstains that had long dried on the sandbags; smelling the mixed smell of blood, corpses and gunpowder in my nose, I actually felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"What a sin! What's so welcoming about this shabby place?" Huang A'di couldn't help but complain.

Then, just when Hu Biao and the other seven were somewhat confused and were wondering whether they should go to the side of the temple and say hello to the graves of the brothers who died in the third company since they were back again.

Captain Huang of the 1020th Regiment, who had dealt with them once before, appeared and took Hu Biao and others aside.

After making sure there were no strangers around, he said politely:

"Brother Hu, I've also heard about your story. I know you have good intentions and are doing this for the good of the brothers.

So you don't have to worry about this trouble. The battalion commander and company commander of this suicide squad are people I can absolutely trust.

They will definitely not say anything about you not participating in the charge afterwards.

During this period of time, you guys can just stay in the regiment's kitchen. You'll temporarily hold the title of head of the kitchen, but you won't have to do any cooking."

Upon hearing this, Hu Biao quickly said:

"Captain Huang, you're too polite. However, Hu and several of my brothers are still scapegoats. It would be embarrassing for us not to charge with the death squad.

Wouldn't it be even more shameful if I went to the kitchen and did nothing?
So, Captain Huang, just treat us like your ordinary cooks. Give us whatever you ask, and don't be polite. Besides, I'm a decent cook, and I won't let the other brothers down."

Seeing Hu Biao's firm attitude, Captain Huang had no intention of objecting to such a small matter as whether to cook.

Because according to the battle plan, the Gui army will launch a counterattack tonight, and he has a lot of things to do now; he will immediately call someone over and take Hu Biao and others to the regiment headquarters' kitchen to meet the other cooks.

At this time, Chaozi knew that there were some things he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help but ask:
"Captain Huang, regarding our situation, I wonder how much benefit Director Liu Delu has promised the 1020th Regiment and you?"

After a moment's hesitation, Captain Huang finally gave his answer: "An 80mm mortar, rounds of ammunition, plus kilograms of pork and some pork bones."

After saying that, he left.

"Fuck! This is the huge price that Director Liu's grandson mentioned. The seven of us are only worth this little, not to mention the mortars and shells.

Isn't a hundred pounds of pork and some pig bones an insult?"

After getting the answer, Hu Biao and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. After a long while, Huang A'di couldn't help but complain, with an indescribable indignation in his tone.

Are you kidding me? Even if he's lost a bit of weight recently, he still weighs over 190 pounds. Is he really that worthless?

At exactly 9 o'clock that evening, there was a sudden and intense whistling sound in the sky.

That was the National Army in the rear on the Battle of Shanghai. Almost all the artillery units were mobilized at this moment and launched the most violent artillery attack since the war began on the opposite Japanese positions.

Hu Biao picked up the telescope and looked over, and immediately saw that the Japanese front position had suffered a severe blow.

One firing point after another, as well as the Japanese soldiers hiding behind sandbags, were blown into the sky.

Unfortunately, at most ten minutes later, the Japanese side began to counterattack with artillery fire. The reaction was quite quick, and from then on, the artillery of both sides started a cannon battle.

From time to time, there was an extremely loud explosion, which was caused by the explosion of a shell from an artillery position.

With such a commotion, it seems that not many artillerymen on an artillery position can survive; such an artillery battle where you cannot see the opponent is more brutal than face-to-face fighting.

It is a pity that as the artillery battle continued, it was obvious that the artillery of the National Army suffered more losses.

Because the noise of our artillery positions being destroyed behind us was greater than that of the Japanese side.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, the gradually sparse artillery fire from the Kuomintang side completely subsided, and signal flares and illumination flares were fired high into the sky, which was the signal that the counterattack had officially begun.

In the vast area along Yunzaobang, countless figures suddenly rushed out of their positions.

They held sharp bayonets in their hands, and had wooden-handled grenades with the caps removed and the pull ropes exposed on their waists, and they let out earth-shaking roars.

This is the angry roar of the sons and daughters of this nation that has suffered so much disaster and humiliation for a century.

In this way, tens of thousands of brothers from the Gui Army's suicide squad took the lead in launching a counterattack against the enemy in front of them.

A little later, the main force of the subsequent Gui army, as well as the central army and miscellaneous troops from various places, also joined this counterattack.

Perhaps the Japanese were stunned by the unprecedentedly fierce artillery bombardment of the National Army, or perhaps the intensity of the National Army's counterattack exceeded their expectations.

For a time, the brothers of the Gui Army's suicide squad were making quite smooth progress in their counterattack.

But Hu Biao and the others couldn't help but close their eyes, because they knew that once the Japanese reacted completely, it would be the beginning of horrific casualties for the Gui army brothers...

(End of this chapter)