Rise From Eight Hundred

Songjiang at this time!

I didn't know that a war diary written by Tan Tai Mingyue would put Songjiang in the eyes of the military and civilians across the country.

They, as Tan Tai Mingyue said in her diary, trembled in the Japanese artillery fire together with the entire city.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, standing on the top of the Songjiang wall and looking into the distance, a yellowish earth color swept over Songjiang City from the Huangpu River like a group of ants.

There were a division and a detachment with a total of 40,000 Japanese troops. Together with the 114th Division that was originally in the direction of Songjiang East City, the Japanese troops that surrounded Songjiang would be as high as more than 50,000.

The Japanese troops that were about to arrive surrounded Songjiang City from three sides. Except for leaving the north city direction empty, the other walls were all yellowish earth in front of the kilometer.

The Japanese troops that arrived did not rush to attack Songjiang, but built field fortifications in front of Songjiang City, but this did not mean that they left Songjiang City idle.

Since the arrival of the infantry, the howitzers deployed several kilometers away have started to test fire. After three rounds of test fire, it is saturation bombardment.

This time, it is much more terrible than when the 114th Division arrived before.

Because the 6th Division that has arrived also has an artillery regiment with 48 artillery pieces of various calibers. The Kunisaki Detachment also has an enhanced artillery battalion with 16 75-caliber mountain guns, plus the 48 artillery pieces of the 114th Division that received baggage replenishment. These alone are more than 100 artillery pieces.

With the participation of six naval guns, the intensity of the artillery fire is more than double that of yesterday.

In this wave of artillery fire, there is no distinction between Cangcheng, civilian houses, and Songjiang City. All areas belonging to the Chinese defenders' positions are within the range of the Japanese artillery fire.

In the original words of Gu Shoufu, the commander of the 6th Division who arrived at the front line of Xicheng in Songjiang, "I hope to see the Chinese trembling in the artillery fire of the Imperial Army! Let them understand that the so-called fighting spirit is nothing in front of the artillery power of the Imperial Army!"

It was a very domineering declaration, but at this moment, Gu Shoufu did have the confidence to be domineering.

Hundreds of artillery pieces fired at the same time, which was absolutely an extremely luxurious thing for the Chinese army at this time.

This round of artillery bombardment lasted for an hour and a half until the Japanese army in the wilderness basically built their field fortifications.

The whole Songjiang was wrapped in thick gunpowder smoke, which did not dissipate until more than ten minutes later.

From the perspective of the observation post that survived by chance, the collapsed and burned houses inside and outside the city were everywhere, and the originally flat streets could be seen from time to time with hideous craters.

Of course, these are not terrible. As long as people don't hide in these houses, no matter how serious the damage to the bombed houses is, the casualties will not be too large.

However, the ancient city wall of Songjiang, which was not seriously damaged in yesterday's bombardment, was actually blasted with several large gaps.

Even the city wall that was several meters thick was blown to pieces, not to mention the various fortifications set up on it. The heavy machine gun fortifications built with logs and sandbags were like paper paste under the power of 105 howitzers and 127 naval guns. Not to mention the direct hit, even if it was more than 30 meters away, the terrible air wave could shake it down.

Fortunately, from the beginning of the construction of fortifications in Songjiang, Tang Dao took out the tunnel warfare tactics summarized by China in the future in the ice and snow in the north and the American cowboys armed to the teeth. I can't beat you with your artillery, but I can hide.

Except for leaving enough observation posts, the rest of the main force hid in the air-raid shelters, watching the city bombed into a mess, but the actual casualties to personnel were minimal.

However, in this round, the Songjiang Security Corps located in the residential area suffered heavy losses.

The basements and cellars where they hid were far less solid than the air-raid shelters in Songjiang City. In such a round of bombardment, I don't know how many people never had the chance to get out of the simple bullet shelter hole that was only more than one meter deep underground. They were suffocated to death in the cellar before even a bullet was fired.

"Good, the dog-day Japanese shells are free! Hurry up and contact the brothers to see how they are. The Japanese are probably coming." When the fierce artillery fire stopped for a while, Zhuang Shisan, who came out of the basement of the command center he set up, complained about the Japanese prodigal son's bombardment while ordering his guard squad leader to blow the iron whistle.

That was the communication method created by the security battalion commander.

The inspiration came from the early years when a group of young gangsters used whistles to pass messages when they were stealing chickens and dogs.

Don't say, even this very primitive communication, used in this battlefield where enemies and us may fight at any time, has an unexpected effect.

Just like last night, when the whistle blew, the Japanese knew their approximate position and vaguely knew what they wanted to do, but the Japanese who also heard the whistle were confused, because the iron whistle sounded one after another throughout the entire block, anyway, there were enemies everywhere.

It would be strange if the Japanese army did not fall into a disadvantage if they could communicate on one side and knew nothing on the other side.

"Beep--beep!" The iron whistle sounded with one long and two short sounds.

The sound of the iron whistle used to indicate identity and convey information was sharp enough to be transmitted nearly 100 meters, and the meaning of one long and two short sounds was to require each company, platoon, and squad to report their position.

Generally speaking, each infantry squad has an iron whistle, which is hung on the squad leader's neck. As long as the infantry squad is not finished, there will basically be a response.

Moreover, the soldiers of the security battalion, who have learned to be much smarter, have cotton in their pockets. When the Japanese artillery began to test fire, they had already stuffed cotton into their ears to ensure that their hearing would not be damaged.

Now, the artillery fire has stopped, and the soldiers who can't feel the vibration are not stupid enough to plug their ears tightly until now. What should we do if the Japanese come?

As the iron whistle sounded, the iron whistles sounded one after another around.

Zhuang Shisan, who kept patting the dust on his body, smiled until the last iron whistle sounded, and there was no sound for a long time.

The smile of the major security battalion commander froze on his face.

He turned around and asked his guard squad leader: "Did you count how many voices responded to us just now?"

"It seems like there are twenty!" The guard squad leader answered uncertainly, and his face was extremely ugly. "Maybe some places are too far away and we didn't hear it."

"Bullshit, how can I not hear it? I'm in the center, and the four companies of the battalion are located in the east, south, west and north. It's not like I didn't try it when I came." Zhuang Shisan was furious.

"I told you to study more, but now you can't even count properly. How could there be only 20 calls?

There are 700 people in my battalion. How could there be only 20 calls? Blow the whistle for me again, no, blow the military bugle for me, and let the whole battalion return to the position. Don't be a coward, the Japanese are coming."

According to the pre-war agreement, after the platoons and squads crawling out of the cellar received the military bugle and returned to the position, they had to report to their company commander with an iron whistle, and then the company headquarters would report to the battalion headquarters through the telephone line.

In the face of such fierce artillery bombardment, the telephone line was probably blown off long ago, so telephone reporting was naturally out of the question, but it could still be done with the most primitive iron whistle.

A few minutes after the military bugle sounded, the iron whistles of each company came one after another dozens of meters away. However, this time, no matter how hard the major battalion commander and the guard squad leader listened, there were still no more than 30 calls.

Each iron whistle represents an infantry squad, which also means that there will be no more than 30 infantry squads scattered in the block that can respond.

The security regiment is a local armed force, and its military pay is provided by the local finance. The staffing is much larger than that of the regular army. An infantry squad has up to 15 people, which means that only 450 people can still go to the battlefield.

Last night, there was a melee with the Japanese army, and 80 people were killed and injured. The security battalion commander was already sad for half a night. Now, after a bombardment, more than 100 people were lost.

"Good, before the official battle, so many of my brothers were killed. Fire red flares for me. Today, I will fight to the death with the dog-day devils." The eyes of the major security battalion commander were red instantly.

In the rivers and lakes, you rely on the word "righteousness". The major battalion commander may lack enough sacrifice spirit, but he has heard too many plays about Guan Yu passing five levels and killing six generals, and this brotherhood is always kept in mind.

Apart from his parents, wife and children, this may be the second reason why the security battalion commander can still insist on standing here.

Outside Cangcheng, a Japanese officer wearing a major general uniform, white gloves, and a tasseled command knife on his waist was looking at the street 600 meters away with a telescope, and his mouth was full of disdain and sneer.

"No wonder it can only be a supplementary division. Even if they are given the title of a special division, they are not very useful!

The Chinese are placing troops in such a place, which is just to add glory to our country's Qi Detachment!

Qiushi-kun, if we only take one hour to capture this street, isn't it a bit too ugly for Suematsu Shigeharu?"

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