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Yang Mingquan walked cautiously along the street alone, his red eyes cautiously observing the surrounding situation.
He is a squad leader of the 2nd Battalion and 3rd Company of the 4th Regiment of the 132nd Division.
Now he has been separated from his troops.
Today is May 30, 1938, and the street fighting has been going on for five days.
In the past five days, the Japanese army and the Eighty-eighth Group Army have been fighting together. It can be said that both sides are doing their best.
Also because this street fight was so brutal, it was indeed so brutal!
The little devil was beaten so hard that he could hardly breathe. The troops on both sides also began to be disrupted.
The Eighty-Eighth Group Army chased the enemy troops and made chaos. The little Japanese retreated in a hurry and fled for their lives, but ended up running into chaos!
"And it was when Yang Mingquan and his company were chasing the Japs that the Japs set up an ambush and disrupted them at that time.
Yang Mingquan had not eaten or rested for almost a day and a night, but even so, he kept telling himself in his heart.
Never stop, never rest. Now there are enemies everywhere, friendly forces everywhere, and fighting happening everywhere.
Maybe if you close your eyes and rest at this moment, you will never wake up.
Yang Mingquan was walking along the street corner. When he reached a corner, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
He stretched out his head to observe the situation on the other side of the corner. Who knew that as soon as he stretched his head out, he saw another face full of black color, and even the hat on his head disappeared. The head with red eyes also stuck out.
Yang Mingquan was stunned by the sudden change. The two of them looked at each other for less than two seconds and made sounds at the same time.
"Who are you?"
"Who is Nana?"
"Fuck! Little devil!"
Yang Mingquan cursed and pulled out the pistol on his thigh.
¡°Bang~¡±
There was a gunshot, and there was a blood hole in the little devil's abdomen that was constantly bleeding.
"Fortunately I have a pistol!"
Looking at the Type 38 rifle in the little devil¡¯s hand, Yang Mingquan¡¯s face was full of the expression of surviving a disaster.
The little devil¡¯s 38-type rifle is too long and is not suitable for such street fighting, and the bolt-action rifle has poor firepower.
In such street fighting, the Type 38 rifle is no match for a box gun!
Put the pistol back into the holster and continue walking with your submachine gun.
Now Yang Mingquan doesn¡¯t know where he is at all and is completely stunned. He had never been to Nanjing, so he could only hope in his heart that he would not fall into the little devil's lair.
After Yang Mingquan walked some distance, he suddenly heard something strange in a private house in front of him, as if there was something coming from him.
He didn¡¯t rush over. As a veteran, he knew how to survive in such an environment.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? can walking slowly, can¡¯t help but walk towards the door. When I reach the door, I can hear the chirping of birds coming from inside, accompanied by a woman¡¯s cry.
Yang Ming fully understood what was going on here, but he was not in a hurry to go in. He was not a rookie who had just joined the army.
He was originally a member of the defeated army and hid in the Lianghuai area. Later, when the Eighty-Eighth Group Army was established to recruit troops, he rejoined the national army.
These experiences have made his heart very hard. At the same time, he will not be so excited because of these things that he will rush in and die without any brains.
After waiting slowly outside the door for about half a minute, he heard that there should be three little devils and two women in the house. This can be judged from the constant sounds coming from inside.
I looked around and found that there was still a grenade left. As for the bullets, there are still more than 150 bullets for the submachine gun. This is also thanks to the fact that the ammunition was replenished from the logistics department two days ago before being dispersed.
There are still twenty or thirty rounds of bullets in the pistol, so there is quite a lot of ammunition.
Hold the grenade in your hand and hold the submachine gun in one hand.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, he suddenly threw the grenade in.
"Boom~"
Amid the sound of an explosion, Yang Mingquan rushed in suddenly.
The submachine gun in his hand was aimed at a naked man who was trying to get the 38-type rifle next to him, and fired a bunch of bullets at him.
¡°Then Yang Mingquan saw a little devil on the ground, rolling on the ground wearing something like a diaper.
And there was a man lying next to him andA woman.
It can be said that the two of them are completely naked.
Yang Ming didn¡¯t hesitate at all, and fired a hail of bullets at the rolling and wailing man.
It may seem like a long time, but in fact it only takes less than five seconds.
After dealing with the two imps, Yang Mingquan had time to take stock of the situation in the room.
The three little devils were all taken care of by myself.
¡°The only ones left were two young women, one was still alive, but her arm seemed to have been scratched by shrapnel from a grenade. Now she was covering her arm to endure the pain, with a hint of fear in her eyes.
Yang Mingquan was not surprised by this. In this era, the discipline of some troops was not good, and the soldiers were like bandits.
He turned his attention to another woman. Her waist was bloody and bloody. Needless to say, the grenade just killed her.
Yang Mingquan walked to the door and closed it before walking to the living woman.
Her clothes were a little messy, but she didn't suffer much persecution.
Judging from the situation just now, two little devils were restraining another woman. This little devil was about to attack her. It was probably because she was struggling so hard that the little devil came before he could succeed.
"Let me see!"
Yang Mingquan walked up to the woman and took away her right hand covering her arm.
"It's a scratch! Just rest for a while and it'll be fine!"
Yang Mingquan said after taking a look.
??Take out the medical first aid kit he was wearing, cut off the clothes on the injured area, and then wrap it with gauze.
"You find a place to hide in this room. Don't come out until the war is over. Just wait for two more days!"
After Yang Ming took care of everything, he took one look at the woman and left.
Still fighting now, he has his own battlefield.
Then Yang Mingquan began to join in the brutal street fighting
"How many little devils are there now? Can you get an approximate number?"
Zhou Weiguo stood in the headquarters with a somewhat unkind look on his face.
In the street fighting these past few days, although the number of casualties among our troops was not high, there were many injured. In addition, the 132nd Division and 135th Division troops in the city are almost in chaos now, so it's surprising that he is in a good mood.
"It's impossible to get accurate data! But judging from the telegrams from Fang Shengli and his two division commanders, the number of Japs now will not exceed 10,000."
Hearing what Yang Jie said, Zhou Weiguo nodded, and then asked: "Zhang Xingchen's Second Infantry Division has not successfully crossed the river yet?"
"No! The water level of the Yangtze River has risen now. The current is very fast, and the Japs have driven a large number of people to the river. Zhang Xingchen and the others cannot use heavy artillery support and air cover. In the past few days, they have launched several cross-river operations. , but were all beaten back.
However, the casualties of the Japs were not small. According to Zhang Xingchen¡¯s telegram, the Japs¡¯ troops on the riverside were probably less than 1,500 people. And judging from the situation of crossing the river this morning, their ammunition is about to be exhausted! ¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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