This time, the Japanese soldiers finally took it seriously.

They have been held back by a small battlefield like Sihang Warehouse for too long, and they have paid too much price in this local battlefield. The national flag that is still waving in the wind is like slapping two hard in the face of all Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers actually divided into two groups and launched an attack on the Sihang Warehouse from the front and right wings. This shows that their commanders have begun to look at the last position of the Chinese soldiers in Shanghai with the eyes of facing the main battlefield. Moreover, the commanders who commanded the attack also knew that on the right wing battlefield, there was a small force that walked out of the Sihang Warehouse and was confronting them head-on on the battlefield.

Li Zheng clearly understood that the biggest challenge for their small army had arrived. Faced with the enemies who were surrounding them from both directions, the brothers guarding the Sihang Warehouse could no longer provide them with too much firepower support.

Li Zheng carefully took out a notebook with a cover that had been soaked in sweat and turned wrinkled from his pocket. Opening the notebook, Li Zhengzhen took out a two-inch black and white photo from it, which was a family photo.

Li Zheng hasn't been home for a long time. This is a photo with a considerable history. At that time, his daughter could not speak, so she could only lie in a quilt. Because she was taking a nap but was forcibly awakened, this little girl had bright tears on her face when the shutter flashed, which was matched with the smile on her mother's face, forming a sharp contrast.

At that time, although the Japanese had occupied the three northeastern provinces, they finally enjoyed a few years of peace with the central government's deliberate tolerance. At that time, Li Zheng was still a recruit who had never been on the battlefield and had never truly tasted the taste of separation from life and death. So when he reached out to hug his wife and daughter into his arms, he could raise the corners of his mouth slightly upward, showing a simple and satisfying smile.

As for Li Zheng's parents, they sat upright on the chair and put on an expression that thought it was serious and serious. But Li Zheng still remembers that before taking the photo, his father looked nervous and grabbed his arm and said, "I won't take it! I heard that when the light flashes when taking the photo, he will take a person's soul into the paper. Otherwise, how could the paintings made from this thing be exactly the same as real people?!"

At that time, in order to take this family photo, Li Zheng really tried his best to press his father and mother to the chair in front of the camera. Li Zheng carefully put the photo away from the crack of a broken wall in front of him. He looked at his wife with nostalgic eyes, and now he could run around the ground, help her mother to make soy sauce, and then put on a few copper coins and buy him a candied haws. He looked at his father and mother who were sitting there with a serious face, but even the eyebrows at the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

At this time, under the guidance of the sun flag, the Japanese soldiers sang the battle song they had no regrets and launched an attack on the position. At this time, the national flag still hung high on the top of the Sihang Warehouse suddenly danced like a cluster of bonfires.

At this time... the wind blew.

Li Zheng looked up at the still haze and pale sky, and a few leaves that were blew from somewhere were circling and flying freely in the air. Li Zheng used almost greedy movements to deeply absorb the air that came with the wind, bringing the humid feeling of Suzhou River. He knew clearly that this might be the last time he had sucked this kind of clean air that had not been soaked by war and blood in his life.

"You have occupied our three northeastern provinces. You have obtained a territory that is several times larger than your own country. We have retreated and retreated again and again, and gave in again and again. Why are you still not satisfied? Why are you still provoking wars again and again and again and again? Do you have to destroy us, occupy the entire China, let our wives and children be separated, and we must all lie at your feet and become your slaves, so that you will be satisfied?!"

Li Zheng's roar echoed over the battlefield, and then the Maxim water-cooled heavy machine gun in his hand began to roar.

Standing on the third floor of Sihang Warehouse, watching the entire battlefield with a telescope, and constantly giving various instructions to the messengers, Xie Jinyuan suddenly became quiet. Through the telescope, he clearly saw that the heavy machine gun in Li Zheng's hand was roaring constantly. It was because of this heavy machine gun that Japanese soldiers must move forward carefully and must lie on the ground again and again to avoid the bullets stolen from the heavy machine gun. It was also because of this heavy machine gun that Li Zheng became the most eye-catching target on the right-wing battlefield!

Even standing on the Sihang Warehouse, Xie Jinyuan could still feel the pressure Li Zheng was under.

At this time, the bullets were really like a shuttle. The bullets fired from both sides drew hot marks in the air. In the interweaving of each other, a net of death that looked so beautiful and cruel. The bullets plowed over and over again from the ruins of heavy machine guns, making a "pig" sound, and the bullets hit the ground hard. The exploded soil and splashed gravels burst everywhere. They hit Li Zheng's face, bringing a burst of burning pain.

At this time, Li Zheng was like the most fearless knight in the Middle Ages. With his pride and dignity, facing the seemingly unshakable strong enemy, he launched despair and tragic attacks again and again.

Without dodging or retreating, blood kept splashing out from Li Zheng's body. No matter how the enemy's bullet rain poured into the position, Li Zheng was like a ghost who could not be killed, could not be destroyed, or could not be destroyed. He just opened his eyes desperately, and tried his best to make the heavy machine gun in his hand shoot more steadily and accurately, and kept shooting the bullets at the Japanese soldiers.

A soldier who was unable to shoot again because of an arm injury and temporarily acted as an ammunition hand for Li Zheng. His eyes were filled with tears. He looked at Li Zheng and kept shouting: "Platform leader, don't beat him anymore, don't beat him anymore, you will die! You will really die!!!"

"Fart!" Li Zheng widened his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "Do your own job and change the bullets quickly!"

Suddenly someone pointed at the distance and exclaimed, "Helpful artillery cannot be used, bombers cannot be used to drop bombs. He used poison gas bombs but did not achieve the expected results. The Japanese army finally spread out their last killer weapon.

Amid the rumbling sounds, in this battlefield that is absolutely not suitable for tank combat, a Type 97 tank appeared on the right-wing battlefield together with a Type 98 armored vehicle. Faced with this purest war weapon, the recruits who had just replenished their troops and had almost no combat experience raised their weapons and fired them at them. Bullets hit the tank's steel armor, making a jingle sound, but how could a small-caliber rifle and a Czech light machine gun penetrate the tank?

Watching the tanks and armored vehicles line up and press forward at the same speed, behind them, dozens of Japanese soldiers were hiding. No matter how they shot, the steel wall guard composed of tanks and armored vehicles was still continuing to advance, and the recruits who had just walked onto the battlefield were panicked.
Chapter completed!