Chapter 89: Battle of Shanghai (9)

"Captain, please don't do this. This failure in the offensive is by no means your command problem. The Chinese army has strong firepower and we cannot break through without artillery fire support. It is correct for the commander to order a retreat. There is no need for you to give up your life for the failure of this offensive." The squadron leader grabbed Kazuka Masao's gun and said earnestly.

Masano Ichiken looked at the squadron leader's sincere gaze and sighed sadly. After relaxing, the Southern Fourteen-Type Pistol in his hand slid to the ground.

The squadron leader picked up the pistol on the ground and handed it to Masano Ichiken with both hands and said, "Captain, please direct us to retreat. Please."

Masaino Ichiken looked around, and the soldiers lying in the depression all looked at him with a request. Looking at the soldiers' gaze of survival, Masaino Ichiken suddenly woke up, and suddenly got rid of his low mood, took the gun from the squadron leader, and said to the squadron leader gratefully: "Thank you, Oshima Jun." After that, he shouted to the soldiers who looked at him: "Thank you for your trust in me, thank you."

After saying that, regardless of the bullets whizzing past his head, he turned over and knelt down, observed the frontier positions of the Third Security Regiment, and ordered: "The Fourth Squadron will retreat first, the Third Squadron will be the first, and the Second Squadron will follow me to cover each other, and everyone will prepare for action."

When two signal flares rose, Shen Xiuwen saw from the telescope that the Japanese attacking from the front line began to retreat slowly. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The Japanese have finally started to retreat." However, when he saw that as the Japanese retreated, gunfire on the front line began to grow, he ordered with some concern: "Tell Cheng De'an that the Japanese are not allowed to pursue when they retreat, just fire a few shots."

Then he thought about it and turned around and asked the communications consultant beside him, "How is the situation in the woods?"

The communications officer quickly reported: "According to the war situation report just now, the squadron that the Neon Army tried to attack on our flanks has been eaten by the spy company and the first battalion, one squadron, and the other two squadrons are surrounded by the first battalion, one company and the third battalion, and one squadron. In addition, the Neon Army also estimated that one squadron's troops were trying to reinforce, and the spy company was blocking."

Shen Xiuwen thought about it slightly and said, "Order the second platoon of the 9th Company of the Third Battalion, and the third platoon immediately reinforced the grove. Order the spy company, if the Japanese in front of them wanted to retreat, let them go, turn around and concentrate their troops to eat me the two teams that had been surrounded."

"Yes." After receiving the order, the communications officer hurried out to convey it.

After today's battle, the combat effectiveness of the Neon Army gave Shen Xiuwen a more intuitive understanding. The combat effectiveness of the spy company may be higher than that of a squadron of the Japanese, but when they fight head-on, they kill one thousand enemies and hurt themselves by themselves, especially the spy company is Shen Xiuwen's treasure. Shen Xiuwen will not do such a fool. It would be better to wipe out the other two teams that have become turtles in the jar.

Wu Qianjing led his second squadron to move forward at a speed, especially the vanguard walking in the front, and was very careful to take every step. But despite being careful not to pay attention, his feet hooked to a thin line, followed by a "hissing" sound, causing the vanguard to lie down quickly, roll to the side, and shouted loudly: "Thunder."

A "boom" grenade explosion followed by a loud gunfire. This time, it was no different from the last two times. Instead, the bullets of rifles, submachine guns and light machine guns attacked them together. What was even more terrifying was that with the sound of "click, click" leather tearing, small trees as thick as bowls broke one after another, occasionally hitting a person's torso, and suddenly a blood hole as big as a bowl, hitting several shots in succession, just like a cutting machine, breaking the person in the waist.

What's even more terrifying is that the thunderbolts are not just in front. When they were lying down on both sides of the path, they suddenly found that cunning Chinese elites placed the thunderbolts on both sides of the path, and the grenades that touched the leads were "screaming" and emitting blue smoke. Several of them reacted quickly, shouting and jumping up, but were knocked into a hornet's nest by the rainy barrage. The firelight of the thunderbolts also indicated the target for the soldiers of the spy company ambushing in the dark. The spy company is no better than other troops, and their marksmanship is very accurate. The riflemen who kept pulling the trigger with Galand rifles almost bite the bullets.

The Japanese in the second squadron could not even find the target when they counterattacked, but they fired randomly at the place where the bullets flew. Wu Qianjing was lucky. He did not encounter a thunder in the place where he lay down. The bullets flew over his head. Wu Qianjing could only hold his head with both hands and pressed against the ground, and did not dare to look up at all.

At this time, two signal flares lit up in the air, and the grove was illuminated very brightly. With the help of the signal flares, the firepower of the spies became even more intense. The neon army running and dodging in the grove fell to the ground one after another. But Wu Qianjing was ecstatic. This was a signal of retreat and she could finally leave this terrifying area.

"Retreat, retreat. The third team behind the palace cover." Wu Qianjing lay on the ground and shouted.

At this time, a sergeant rolled to Wu Qianjing and said loudly: "The squadron leader, Chief Yoshikawa and the first squadron are still surrounded by the Chinese army."

"Baga, do you think we can still handle them in this situation? Retreat." Wu Qianjing howled hysterically. At this time, he could not care about Yoshikawa Toyoro, and was determined to retreat soon.

Fortunately, the spy company received the order in time and did not chase Wu Qianjing's second squadron, but instead cooperated with Huang Likui's second platoon to attack the two squadrons in the encirclement.

When Wu Qianjing's second squadron stumbled out of the grove, less than two-thirds were left. In addition to losing more than twenty people while protecting the artillery positions, Wu Qianjing lost a squad's strength in the grove.

However, compared with Yoshikawa Tokuro who was surrounded by heavy siege, Wu Senjing was still lucky. Faced with gunfire everywhere, the soldiers around her were falling down and decreasing. Yoshikawa Tokuro was like a headless fly running around.

"Old Nakasa, we are surrounded and can't rush out." The squadron leader, who led his soldiers to break through several times and was beaten back, covered his forehead that was scratched by shrapnel, stumbled to Yoshikawa Toyoro, and shouted in despair.

"Baga. All the troops are concentrated and must be extended." Yoshikawa Tomoro roared, pulled out his command knife, greeted less than fifty soldiers left around him, and howled, "Kill them."

Everyone has the instinct to survive. At this moment of life and death, the energy burst out by these more than 40 neon troops is also very amazing. If the direction of their breakthrough at this moment is the third battalion, the 9th company and the 9th company, it is very likely that they will be pushed out. However, Yoshikawa Tomoro chose the breakthrough direction wrong. They were facing the entire spy company and the battalion, one row, one row, and three rows of battalion, led by Huang Likui. A large number of submachine guns, light machine guns, and the Galand rifle that can be fired continuously

, formed a tight firepower network, completely smashing Yoshikawa Toro's desperate attack. Finally, four Japanese soldiers, including Yoshikawa Toro who had been completely shot, and the squadron leader of the First Squadron. However, this time, the final attack of the Japanese was fearless and caused considerable casualties to three rows and the spy companies. Six of the spy companies were injured, but fortunately they were not killed. However, nearly half of the casualties in three rows were killed, and even Huang Likui had a flower on his arm.

The three Japanese surrounded by the center held the 38 rifle with a panic on their faces, and nervously used bayonets to look at the Chinese soldiers around them with bayonets. Only Toyoro Yoshikawa calmly took out his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the smoke and ash on his face, and fastened his open buckles. He came from the samurai family knowing that the deadline was coming, and he had to maintain the dignity of the samurai family. He pulled out his family-born samurai sword engraved with the clan emblem, and shouted loudly in a stiff Chinese dialect: "I am Yoshikawa Toyoro Yoshikawa Toyoro, the chief of staff of the Marine Corps of the Third Fleet of the Imperial Japanese Navy. I hope to have a fair duel between us. One-on-one, until we all die in battle."

Huang Likui looked at Yoshikawa Tokuro with interest and said loudly: "Okay, then I will fulfill your wishes. I am the first one, who will come first." As he said that, he pulled out the big knife behind him and walked over with his head held high.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of machine gun shooting sounds, and Yoshikawa Tokuro, who was about to duel with Huang Likui, and three other Japanese were immediately beaten into a hornet's nest. Yoshikawa Tokuro, who was lying on the ground, used all his last strength to curse: "Baga." He left this world.

Huang Likui looked at everything in front of him in a daze, turned his head angrily, and saw Peng Hui holding a Browning light machine gun, with a trace of blue smoke coming from the mouth of the machine gun, and a hint of mockery on Peng Hui's face was looking at him. Huang Likui couldn't help but say angrily: "Peng Hui, do you tell me the rules of the world? I have promised them to fight one-on-one. What do you mean?"
Chapter completed!