The two sides were still fighting in the Jin family residence. The soldiers, with wide-eyed anger, used all available weapons to kill the other side and drive the other side away.
I don’t know whether the Japanese army received the order to retreat, or whether they were frightened by the Chinese soldiers who regarded death as home. The Japanese army began to disengage in an orderly manner, alternately covering the front and rear and evacuating from the battlefield.
"Victory." Someone shouted in the suddenly silent battlefield. The surviving soldiers waved their rifles and jumped happily to celebrate this hard-won victory.
Zhou Weiguo lost his dagger. He looked around at the position after the hand-to-hand battle. He did not show any joy. On the contrary, he felt a wave of discomfort.
The corpses of the Japanese soldiers in khaki military uniforms and the khaki 88th Division soldiers were intricately laid out on the ground. The loss of soldiers on one side was more than twice that of the other side.
This is the 88th Division, which is currently the best-equipped, best-trained and best-fed unit in the country. It is a unit personally trained by German consultants. But just now, in a hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese army, the military superiority was completely overwhelming the opponent.
, still reaching a ratio of two to one.
This victory was not easy to come by, and it was too tragic. The other party was a brigade, our own was a regiment, and the follow-up troops and even the friendly forces of the 19th Route Army were able to defeat the other party. If the only one today was a regiment,
How many soldiers are left alive?
Zhou Weiguo felt a burning pain in his arm. He frowned and turned his head to look. A gash of about ten centimeters appeared on his arm. The flesh and blood were protruding and red blood was seeping down his arm. He threw away the knife and suppressed it with his hands.
Covering the wound, I found a nearby place that was easy to put my feet down and sat down.
"Brother, you're injured." As soon as he sat down and took a deep breath, Jiang Yue almost rushed to him and asked with a worried look. When he saw Zhou Weiguo's shirtless body, he took off his captain's coat and put it on Zhou Weiguo's body.
He turned around and said to the medical staff who were rescuing the wounded soldiers not far away: "Medical staff, stretcher, come this way."
However, the Japanese soldiers gave him a bite and minor injuries, but Jiang Yue asked for a stretcher. On this battlefield, there were many people who needed a stretcher more than himself.
Zhou Weiguo could only think that Jiang Yue had bad intentions.
Just as he was about to refuse, Wu Yong, who was holding a rifle, shouted not far away: "Jiang Yue, you idiot, I knew what you were going to do before you even took off your pants. If you want to poach people from me, get out of here.
This is a courtesy for nothing."
He came over and used his broad body to push the thin Jiang Yue aside, and threw away Jiang Yue's clothes, and then pointed the rifle bayonet at Jiang Yue intentionally or unintentionally: "This knife is really sharp, just
Stabbed four little devils to death."
Zhou Weiguo smiled bitterly at the bickering between the two. He suppressed the machine gunners for more than 300 meters, Wu Yong wanted to stay, and knocked out three tanks with two shots. Jiang Yue wanted to dig them out. Who wouldn't want his subordinates to be powerful.
Zhou Weiguo did not want to participate in the fight between the two of them.
Looking sideways at the bloody battlefield and the wounds on his arms again, Zhou Weiguo bit his lower lip and looked at the Japanese position in the distance. He was silent for a moment and decided on something.
In the future, no matter when you collide with the Japanese army, unless you have no choice, you must not fight with the Japanese army with bayonets.
Even with his excellent skills, the Japanese army cut a hole, so the others must have lost their lives.
The troops began to clean the battlefield and collect Japanese supplies. The fraternal troops from the rear came up and took over the position twenty minutes later. Zhou Weiguo also accompanied the brigade to the second line to rest and prepare for the next battle.
The battle order was not given, but when it was, it was the order to evacuate and rest.
The First Regiment lost two-thirds of its troops in this battle, and was considered to have no combat effectiveness. The superior sent an order to rest and recuperate on the outskirts of Shanghai, waiting for the supply of troops from the rear.
After Zhou Weiguo was simply bandaged by the regiment's health worker, he led the remaining troops and followed the army for more than 30 kilometers westward, entering a town that originally had 700 or 800 households.
The town was deserted and deserted, with few people seen.
The conflict broke out in Shanghai, and the fighting between the two sides became more and more fierce day by day. Many people locked their doors to avoid the fighting, and the schools were suspended. The group, which had not many people in it, drove directly to the school to rest and recuperate.
While taking in the wounded soldiers coming from the field hospital.
The arrival of the troops restored some vitality to the town. At least there were troops of their own, and the old people who were reluctant to leave home began to come out and walk around, which made the town look less monotonous.
One day later, Zhou Weiguo officially received the letter of appointment from the division headquarters and was officially appointed as the commander of the first company. The rank of lieutenant should have been captain. However, considering that Zhou Weiguo had just joined the army not long ago, being promoted too quickly could easily make him confused and lose his true heart, so he was given
Got a lieutenant.
Zhou Weiguo didn't care much about military rank, as long as he could kill the little Japs. Of course, from this point of view, Zhou Weiguo estimated that the higher-ups should regard this appointment certificate as a reward for his hard work on the battlefield.
When he got up this morning, Zhou Weiguo put on his military uniform and touched the cigarettes in his pocket as a habit, but found that he had smoked none last night. He thought that when he entered the town the day before yesterday, there was a closed cigarette shop there, and he estimated that it would be two days.
It was time for the door to be opened. He opened the drawer on the side, took out two dollars, closed it, left the barracks and walked to buy cigarettes.
Before he reached the small shop, the sighs and excited discussions coming from the alley next to him made him curiously stop and think about what kind of things could actually mix two emotions.
"I've heard that housing prices in Shanghai are so low now, and rich people are desperate to sell at low prices." The old man's voice was old and hoarse.
"Hey, what's the use? My son is rich, but I don't dare to buy it. I don't know when the war will end. What if I buy it and the Japanese army blows it up?" A woman answered.
Chatter.
"That's right, my son said, even if it is as cheap as tofu, no one will buy it. After all, no one knows how long this fight will last." The words revealed a kind of disappointment and excitement.
confused.
Zhou Weiguo was not listening, nor was he even going to the cigarette shop.
He was thinking about one thing. Judging from the conversation between the two old men just now, the current housing prices in Shanghai are very low, so low that even people in this town can afford them. The key is that they can't be sold.
The people don't know how long Shanghai can fight, and even the regimental commanders and division commanders don't know, but they know that in about ten days, the two sides will stop attacking and enter into negotiations, and then Shanghai will get several years of gold again.
During the period of prosperity and development, every inch of land in Shanghai will be at a premium.
If I can take advantage of this opportunity to go to Shanghai and buy some of his houses, I might make a lot of money in the future, and I might even become a rich man all of a sudden. You have to know that my father, Zhou Jixian, didn't dare to buy a house in Shanghai.
This house must be bought. Zhou Weiguo made up his mind and returned to the barracks and opened his drawer, but he looked disappointed.
Money was tight. When I left home that day, I only took a few silver coins with me. If I had already spent them all, now, this drawer is almost empty and not even a mouse can fit into it.
With no money, how could he buy a house? Zhou Weiguo looked at the empty drawers in frustration and regretted why he didn't bring more with him that day.
After closing the drawer, Zhou Weiguo lowered his head and thought. He didn't want to waste such a good opportunity to stock up on rooms.
But where can I get this money? I can borrow it from Wu Yong and Jiang Yue. How much money do they have? It’s not enough to buy a set for themselves. They can’t borrow it from the head of the regiment. They won’t take advantage of you.
He wanted to smoke whenever he thought about it, but the empty cigarette case forced him to look around. Finally, he picked up a cigarette butt that he had thrown away last night from the ground, lit it with a match, took a quick puff, closed his eyes and stretched out his hand with a slight sigh.