The fierce battle between the enemy and ourselves has reached a fierce stage.
Everyone, including Japanese army command staff, Chinese army command staff, and the entire Jiangyin Fortress defenders, all participated in the battle.
The positions of the 671st and 672nd Regiments became the main battlefield, and the total strength of the two battlefields exceeded 15,000 people.
It is hard to imagine a scene of fifteen thousand people fighting with each other. Perhaps this will be the biggest battle after the Battle of Songhu.
Of course, the number of people fighting on both sides is far more than this. On the river bank of Xishan and Xiaoshan, three squadrons of Japanese soldiers have braved the artillery fire of Xishan and Xiaoshan to land ashore. They built temporary fortifications on the river bank with the 667th Regiment and the 668th Regiment.
The defenders fought fiercely together.
And at the same time, a large number of Japanese infantry were still pouring in from the other side of the river.
Although more than a dozen boats crossing the river were sunk during the exchange of fire, the corpses of the Japanese floated down the river like tattered garbage after a flood.
The river was dyed red and could not be dissipated for ten miles. How similar is this scene to the corpses of Chinese people floating on the river?
But at this time, those who died were all invaders, all Japanese.
Boom! Boom boom!......
The fierce fighting continued, and artillery fire from across the bank still fell on the positions of Xiaoshan and Xishan from time to time.
The Japanese army transferred large-caliber howitzers from nowhere. They launched a new round of artillery attacks on Xiaoshan and Xishan.
The defenders of Xishan and Xiaoshan resisted with all their strength, although they only had four battalions of infantry.
They did not ask for help because they knew that the frontal battlefield of Jiangyin Fortress was even more brutal than this. Even the officers from the headquarters were fighting on the front line and they had no more reinforcements.
They can only fight hard and fight to the death to buy enough time for the main battlefield.
Once upon a time, they did not believe that such a battle could be won. Although they were full of passion and heart-wrenching hatred, they knew that under the fierce attack of the Japanese army, even the rock-solid Jiangyin Fortress would not be able to hold out for a few days.
However, Dragon Boat Festival gave them hope. Dragon Boat Festival was not only defending but also attacking. He was gathering all his forces to encircle and annihilate one or even two or three Japanese regiments.
This is simply a miracle that can be recorded in history. They could not even think of this crazy combat idea before.
But that young man led them to realize it again and again.
When did it start? Did it start when the Japanese robbed the Izumo on Dragon Boat Festival?
Indeed, perhaps it started at that time. When they first heard that an army climbed out of the river and fought their way out of the enemy's hinterland, they thought the young officer was incredible.
How much courage and wisdom does it take to escape from the enemy's hinterland?
It was not a rout, not a panicked escape from being chased by the Japanese, but a fight to the death and the sinking of seven Japanese warships.
But the most important thing is that more than 300 people survived.
After that, the mysterious man led his troops to fight back, leaving only nearly a hundred wounded soldiers behind.
They told these Northeastern Army soldiers their magical experiences, especially the crazy commander.
In their eyes, or in their eyes, he is a madman.
He used the Sixing Warehouse as a slaughterhouse, and thousands of Japanese were buried under the Sixing Warehouse.
His roar is the trumpet of war. Wherever his roar is, there is war.
And his roar is magical. He can make a cowardly person strong, and he can make a timid person brave. He can also make a loser and a lost person regain their self-confidence.
He can still, he can still...
He is a miracle worker, and his fantasies can always come true. He is a madman, but he is also a calm wise man, a heroic warrior, and a commander.
When charging, he always rushes to the front of the team.
His mantra is: Not all commanders can rush to the front of the team, unless you have all the skills to survive on the battlefield.
Confidence, this is the confidence of that madman.
Because he did it, at Sihang Warehouse, at the prisoner of war camp, at the dock, at sea, at Sanjiawan, at Xiejiaqiao, in Changshu, at Yushan, at Sanchakou, and at Jiangyin Fortress.
He went through countless big and small battles. Although he was scarred all over, he was still alive. With only more than a hundred people, he passed through the Japanese camp and severely damaged the Japanese air force three times.
At this time, he was leading the entire force of Jiangyin Fortress to complete a seemingly impossible battle.
Therefore, all the soldiers of the 667th Regiment and the 668th Regiment cannot disturb the special commissioner because of the madness of the Japanese army. They want the little devil to know that every inch of mountains and rivers and every inch of blood is definitely not a slogan shouted by the Chinese soldiers.
They will use their own flesh and blood to build a new Great Wall!
"Hit me, hit me, hit me hard!"
There were roars, and the sounds of machine guns, rifles, mortars, anti-aircraft machine guns, anti-aircraft guns, and other weapons came and went.
At this time, the Xishan and Xiaoshan battlefields were like a furnace of war, burning and roasting everyone in the fire.
The corpses of Japanese soldiers were strewn across the river bank, and even those Japanese who were desperate for their lives rushed up one by one.
Because Kitano Sanjuro's last order was to die. As the supreme commander, he has already arrived on the battlefield. If anyone retreats at this time or fails to attack at a big discount, I am afraid that the only thing waiting for them is to commit suicide by disemboweling themselves.
Thank you, Emperor.
Therefore, Colonel Chunshan, who was part of the Jiang'an garrison, also personally led his team to come for reinforcements. In just a moment, the Xishan battlefield and the Xiaoshan battlefield turned into a purgatory on earth.
In this battle, I don’t know how many people will die, one hundred, two hundred, one thousand, two thousand.
Perhaps no one cares about this number at this time, because both the enemy and ourselves are fighting selflessly until one of them is killed.
But the most troublesome thing at this time was the Japanese aircraft. With the entanglement of these aircraft, anti-aircraft machine guns, machine guns and other anti-personnel weapons, it was impossible to effectively support the ground troops.
The Japanese aircraft roared through the sky, and the anti-aircraft artillerymen braved the rain of bullets dropped by the aircraft to engage in a crazy fierce battle with the Japanese aircraft. At this time, both the Japanese aircraft and the anti-aircraft artillery on the ground were already red-eyed.
They faced the hard steel and did not dodge or evade it. They looked like they were either going to die or I would die.
But the deadliest thing was the three Japanese bombers that had suffered heavy losses before. After they made a large turn, the three fighter planes formed a triangle and headed towards the anti-aircraft gun position where Laotie and Yangguai were, as well as Duanwu and other commanders.
The combat area dives down.
When he saw the Japanese plane falling from the sky like a meteorite, Lao Tie's eyes widened and he shouted at Yangguai: "Go and protect Tuanzuo, this is a suicide attack by the little devil. Hurry!"
Chug tug tug! tug tug tug!......
Lao Tie's eyes turned red and roared, and he pulled the trigger desperately. The Oerlikon 20mm machine gun kept spitting fiery snakes, and angry bullets hit the Japanese aircraft head-on.
But at this time, the Japanese pilots were already despairing. They were the abandoned ones. The order given by Captain Xiong Fei to them was to die. So since it was death, no matter what the enemy attacked, it was meaningless.
The bullet penetrated the cockpit, and a 20mm armor-piercing bullet punched a big hole in the chest of flight team leader Yamada.
Yamada slowly lowered his head and looked at the big hole in his chest. He was calm and seemed to want to smoke a cigarette. Because everything was meaningless. Their mission was to die.
And since he is doomed to die, what difference does it make if he is penetrated by a bullet or is smashed to pieces with the plane?
He used all his strength to hold the joystick tightly and shouted: "Long live His Majesty the Emperor, long live the Empire of Japan!"
His last words were left to Captain Xiongfei. Captain Xiongfei shed two symbolic tears and said: "The Empire of Japan will never forget you."
But this is a beautiful lie, because the Empire of Japan only remembers those senior generals who enshrined the soul tablet of a soldier in the Yasukuni Shrine.
Therefore, his death is like a speck of dust in history, unable to stir up any waves!
But there is no turning back for the little devils, because their death is destined.
Lao Tie was still firing shells into the air desperately, but his shells only destroyed one Japanese bomber. The explosion knocked off the wings of another fighter plane, and the plane lost control and crashed a hundred meters away.
But at this time, Yamada's fighter plane fell directly towards Lao Tie.
Lao Tie knew that everything was over. When the huge fireball fell, he slowly closed his eyes! ...