"Buzz..." The small black dots in the sky were getting closer and closer, and kept pressing down on the height above the head and hovering.

"Damn it, the little Japanese plane is coming to show off again. Unfortunately, the gun is not powerful enough to drive the plane down." A soldier below looked at the plane hovering back and forth in the sky and couldn't help but curse.

"It's better to keep fighting the Japanese if you have the strength. As the negotiation deadline on the last day is about to pass, the Japanese army is afraid that they will attack again." A soldier next to him sat on a sandbag, and ate the hot white flour steamed buns in his hand with some meaty squat in his bowl.

"Fuck, I just don't feel happy when I see the Japanese plane. Even if I scold the sky for a whole day, I will still be full of energy when I fight the Japanese." Veteran Zhu Chunhua replied in a rough voice.

"Why don't you hide in the bunker when the Japanese plane arrives, wait for the bombing?" Another voice sounded behind him.

"I'm lucky, it's a big deal!" Zhu Chunhua had a bad temper and was stinky, so she didn't buy the accounts of the people behind her.

"Travel!"

Leave! The sound of marching with your legs together.

"What a troop, don't think I don't know what you guys are doing." Zhu Chunhua turned around in disbelief. He had played this trick many times in the military camp. When he was a new recruit, he had been used to use this method several times. Now he will not be fooled again.

However, when Zhu Chunhua turned around and saw the serious face behind him, he was almost scared to pee. He trembled and said stammeringly, "Travel, Travel!"

The person coming was Weng Zhaoyuan, the commander of the 156th Brigade.

"Why? I told you to go back to the trenches. Has it been a problem with you?" Weng Zhaoyuan said with a dark face.

"Yes, the occupant!" Zhu Chunhua was also straightforward. After hearing Weng Zhaoyuan's words, he turned to the ground and rolled more than two meters away to the edge of the trench. His head was still stuck in a small stone protruding on the ground and he didn't dare to say anything.

Weng Zhaoyuan stared at this guy in a daze.

"Host, what else do you have to do?" Zhu Chunhua really rolled back into the trenches and got up and said loudly.

"You are very good." After leaving this sentence, Weng Zhaoyuan continued to patrol other places with a flat face. Since entering Shanghai, this has become his must-have job every day. Today is the last day of the three-day truce. The Japanese army brigade has been assembled, and Weng Zhaoyuan and others know that this is also the tranquility before the war is approaching.

"Just today, the empire will capture the Wusong Fortress of the Chinese people!" Amid the last day of the Armistice Day, the spokesperson of the Japanese diplomatic regiment tore off his disguised face and arrogantly shouted at reporters from Britain, the United States and other countries. Twenty-four planes took off from Kaga, Fengxiang, and took off from three aircraft carriers, Lu, and flew over the Wusong Fortress.

Swish, swish, swish, swish…… The bomb fell from the air with a sharp roar.

Wu, who had been calm for several years, was now trapped in a burst of fire and earth shaking.

"Hurry, drive quickly!" A nervous and anxious voice kept urging the driver driving in front. If Jiang Li had not brought a certain number of military trucks in the northwest, there would be no cars to see, but on the southeast coast, many wealthy businessmen in cities could afford such cars. Deng Zhenquan, the commander of Wusong Fortress, is one of them.

Fortunately, he had transferred his property before. Through the car window, Deng Zhenquan looked at Wu Song, who was steamed in a boiling pot and thought with lingering fear. At this time, Deng Zhenquan had only one thought in his mind, leaving this damn place as fast as possible. Who knows when the Japanese plane landed on his head and dropped bombs? He has made a lot of money on Wu Song in recent years, and he also took two beautiful concubines last year. Isn't it a pity to die like this?

"Dingling..." Tan Qixiu called the fortress headquarters over and over again. After a while, someone answered the phone.

"What's going on with you? The Japanese have called me. Didn't there be any response? I've been answering the phone so long. I'm Tan Qixiu, the deputy commander of the 78th Division, and I'm looking for Commander Deng!" If the other party was not from Nanjing, and now the enemy is in front of him, Tan Qixiu would like to add another word, "Don't all the people die?"

He said a few words in a rough voice, and after a while, the other side replied, "Tan, Deputy Commander Tan, Commander, and Commander ran away with the adjutant!"

"Deng Zhenquan, I fuck my mother!" Tan Qixiu roared, hung up the phone, and quickly called the 19th Army Command to report that Deng Zhenquan escaped in the battle. Adjustments must be made as soon as possible. Wusong Fortress is the first gateway in Nanjing. The fortress cannons are not approved by Nanjing, and the 19th Army cannot be transferred at all. Most of the Japanese army arrived, and the 78th Division on the front line could not stop the rushing Japanese army at all.

Swallowing swishing swishing swishing......

More than twenty Japanese planes flew over the battlefield like flies, dropping ammunition from time to time. On the river, 13 Japanese warships, including destroyers and light cruisers, lined up. The shells poured over the heads of the defenders in annoyance.

Boom! Weng Zhaoyuan felt that the bunker would collapse and bury him alive due to the Japanese bombing.

The Japanese special Marine Corps' forces, with more than 1,500 troops, surrounded by two armored vehicles, rushed towards Wusong Fortress.

"Bastard, did the fortress commander grow up by eating shit? Why didn't the fortress cannons open fire?" Weng Zhaoyuan cursed. Every minute of time passed, several or dozens of people were killed or injured in the artillery fire. In such a situation where he could only be beaten but could not fight back, the blow to morale was also quite serious.

However, compared to Weng Zhaoyuan's anger, the soldiers in charge of the fortress guns were screaming and crying under the torture of the fiery artillery fire. The power of the naval guns was originally greater than that of ordinary artillery. More than a dozen Japanese warships lined up on the river, and their firepower accumulated. In addition to the planes above their heads, their firepower was extraordinary and terrifying.

Boom! One fortress guard dormitories after another collapsed, and a large amount of smoke and dust splashed in the flames.

A sharp sound seemed to penetrate the eardrums of a person. More than a dozen fortress cannon shells were detonated, and dozens of nearby defenders were all lifted into the sky and turned into flesh and blood. The fortress cannon that cost a lot of money was also twisted in the air at this time, turning into scrap copper and iron, and thrown heavily on the ground. The cement turret that had laid the foundation for the fortress cannon was also blown out of a large pit, and the tragic situation was unbearable to look at it.

"Bastard, why haven't the headquarters responded yet? What should we do?"
Chapter completed!