Chapter 110 Massacre

Lin Fan observed the continuous explosions of the shells he fired at a position three hundred meters ahead.

The place where the reflections were first noticed was constantly exploding, with huge sounds.

At that location, initially, there were only the sounds of his mortar shells exploding, along with the occasional flying helmets, flesh, and blood.

Standing tall!

Seeing far! The commanders of the First Battalion of the 542nd Regiment were already stunned when they saw Lin Fan taking out a platoon in one go.

Now they saw the shells flying in strings from Lin Fan's position, accurately smashing into the heads of the Japanese grenade launcher squad.

Xie Jinyuan asked, "How did he do that?"

Last night, when he saw this so-called special forces company, he was very dissatisfied with the company's special request for a mortar.

This kind of thing was very precious, and he really didn't know what the division commander was thinking, giving it to the First Battalion when they asked for it.

Originally, Xie Jinyuan wanted to keep this cannon in the First Battalion.

Now, although he couldn't see the scene when Lin Fan was firing, he could tell Lin Fan's level from the speed at which the shells landed.

How did he do it?

None of the officers present could answer.

Compared to Lin Fan's current rate of five shells per minute, this completely refreshed the officers' understanding: they never knew that a mortar could have such fierce firepower.

Lin Fan alone was more powerful than a artillery platoon.

Lin Fan waited until he saw a huge fireball suddenly erupt in the place where he had spotted the flash, and a mushroom cloud rose.

This was the ammunition carried by the Japanese grenade launcher squad detonating. In this situation, if even one Japanese soldier survived, Lin Fan would take his surname.

Lin Fan eliminated the most threatening Japanese grenade launcher squad, and then shifted the shell impact point towards the Japanese machine guns that were still firing fiercely.

When the shells fired by Lin Fan were constantly exploding in one position, the special forces soldiers behind him saw it all.

The general is the soul of the soldiers, and the soldiers are the courage of the general!

Now, the soldiers of this company finally had a little confidence and calmed down.

The bullets fired by the special forces company were denser and more orderly than before.

Lin Fan could tell that the entire company's rifles and machine guns were firing.

Even the two young soldiers who were lying next to him and loading shells for him were poking their heads out.

Each of them held a Zhongzheng rifle and fired at the distant Japanese soldiers.

This was the most complete firepower the entire special forces company had shown since the start of the battle.

Lin Fan slightly adjusted the aiming position with his left hand, and as the firing angle was almost vertical, a shell flew out.

A Japanese machine gun that had been roaring happily fifty meters in front of the position was suddenly blown into the air, its tripod, barrel, flesh, and blood scattered everywhere.

Before the Japanese could react, Lin Fan continued to adjust his position with his left hand, and three shells went down in succession.

All the Japanese machine guns that were still firing went silent, and the machine guns and machine gunners were all shattered, leaving only a pile of minced meat.

With the threat of the Japanese machine guns and grenade launchers removed, Lin Fan continued to pick up his rifle and aim at the Japanese soldiers who were only showing the tops of their heads and half of their bodies.

Five bullets were fired, and five Japanese soldiers had blood spurting from the tops of their heads.

From the moment the battle started, Squad Leader Kudo Yuto immediately began to command according to the tactics he had learned. In fact, his squad was no longer a rookie unit that had just entered the battlefield.

Every soldier was a veteran who had been sent out after more than three years of hard training in the country. The Third Division was one of the standing divisions of the Imperial Army.

Its personnel, weapons, equipment, and training had always been the best.

Kudo Yuto's squad had already fought for more than two months on the Shanghai battlefield, and everyone was a veteran on the battlefield.

Without the squad leader's command, they could all find their own positions and carry out counterattacks in an orderly manner.

What Squad Leader Kudo Yuto didn't expect today was that as soon as the battle started, his spearhead platoon was completely wiped out!

The whole battle was like a dream. As soon as the spearhead platoon was wiped out, the most experienced machine gunner who was the first to counterattack and his deputy were almost simultaneously shot in the head.

The stunned Kudo Yuto's squad placed all their hopes on the grenade launcher squad at the rear of the formation.

What all the Japanese soldiers in Kudo Yuto's squad did not expect was that the entire grenade launcher squad was blown to smithereens by the artillery on the opposite side without firing a single shot.

Kudo Yuto looked at his squad, and in less than ten minutes, there was less than a platoon left.

Such losses made the other soldiers in Kudo Yuto's squad lose the courage to continue attacking, and he had already lost his mind.

In order to boost the morale of his soldiers, Squad Leader Kudo Yuto had no choice but to stand up, point to the fortifications in front of the Four Banks Warehouse, and issue the final order: "Charge!"

Before nine o'clock today, the citizens of Shanghai were walking in the concession, but their eyes were watching the Japanese soldiers everywhere outside the concession.

They knew that the National Army had completely withdrawn and abandoned Shanghai.

All the citizens felt abandoned.

At ten o'clock, the sound of gunfire suddenly coming from the Suzhou River and the Four Banks Warehouse was like an adrenaline shot, stimulating the hearts of all Shanghainese.

They flocked to the Suzhou River, all squeezed together, watching the battle on the opposite bank:

The nation had not abandoned them, and there were still soldiers fighting on the other side of the river!

This news spread faster than the winter wind in October.

The winter wind was silent, only bringing coldness and clarity, but this news made the blood of many Shanghai citizens boil.

Across the river, in the American and British concessions, a team of British soldiers watched the battle across the way nervously.

The iron bridge connecting the two sides was also closed at the first moment the battle started.

For everyone's safety: no one was allowed to pass temporarily.

These Shanghai citizens watched with their own eyes as the Japanese soldiers were shot dead and blown away one by one.

The entire violent and bloody scene not only did not scare them, but also made these citizens excited.

Someone shouted among the citizens: "Add oil! Fight the Japanese devils!" (Add oil is a Chinese expression of encouragement.)

Someone shouted: "There are five Japanese devils hiding behind that pile of walls that looks like a mountain."

These people were far away and standing on the opposite bank of the Japanese.

They could see the location of the Japanese soldiers most clearly.

At first, only one person was shouting: "There are five Japanese devils hiding behind that pile of walls that looks like a mountain."

Gradually, it became the shouts of two people, five people, dozens of people.

By the time everyone on the opposite bank was shouting in unison: "There are five Japanese devils hiding behind that pile of walls that looks like a mountain."

Lin Fan did not disappoint these citizens. The voices shouted out by the citizens together were so loud and so powerful.

Even Lin Fan, who was in the center of the battlefield, heard the people's shouts clearly.

And knew everyone's expectations!

Chinese soldiers will never disappoint the people!

Lin Fan immediately picked up the mortar again, adjusted the angle and direction, and Wu Xiaobao held a shell in both hands.

He was about to hand it to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan said with a smile: "Put it in!"

His smile seemed to contain great power and was like an order.

Wu Xiaobao did not hesitate, holding the shell in both hands, and reached to the top of the mortar barrel.

As soon as his hands loosened, he quickly retracted them.

His eyes watched the shell fly out of the barrel without blinking.

His eyes were like radar, constantly tracking the shell that he had personally fired.

He watched the shell explode behind the mountain-like wall.

Lin Fan, Wu Xiaobao, Zhao Long, and the entire special forces company, although they could not see what was happening behind the wall, they saw the dismembered limbs flying into the air.

They also knew what was happening behind the wall.

A huge "Good!" erupted from across the river.

This sound could not be covered up even by the sound of the exploding shells.

Squad Leader Kudo Yuto watched as five more of the remaining dozen soldiers were blown to death in one go.

He could no longer endure it and finally prepared to walk out from behind the hiding wall to launch a final suicidal charge.

At this time, the citizens on the other side of the river shouted again: "There is a commander behind the wavy wall!"

This sound came faster and more violently than the last time.

It seemed that in just an instant, this sound became the only sound between heaven and earth.

Lin Fan heard this sound and looked at the wall in the distance that had been constantly cut away by the war and had become like a wave.

He couldn't help but laugh softly: "What a genius!"

The person who shouted the first sentence on the opposite side was really a genius, using just one sentence to vividly and accurately shout out the coordinate position.

Lin Fan looked at the wavy wall not far away, twelve meters long, one shell was not enough.

He saw that Zhao Long was already holding a shell in both hands, waiting eagerly.

Wu Xiaobao, who was about the same age as him, hit the target with one shell and made a great contribution.

Zhao Long also wanted to give it a try.

Lin Fan had already adjusted the angle and was holding a shell in his right hand. He nodded to Zhao Long.

Zhao Long quickly threw the shell in his hand into the barrel. Like Wu Xiaobao, he retracted his hands and stared straight at the trajectory of the shell. Squad Leader Kudo Yuto had no time to react, and it exploded in front of and behind him.

When the first shell exploded behind him, Kudo Yuto reflexively lunged forward, preparing to lie down.

When he was in the air and could no longer change his position, the second shell landed where he was lunging.

The six or seven Japanese soldiers behind him watched as the squad leader fearlessly lunged toward the shell that had just landed, resolutely sacrificing himself and leaving the chance of survival to them.

The eyes of the Japanese soldiers turned red.

Squad Leader Kudo Yuto pounced on the second shell, and when the shell exploded,

He rushed up, wanting to see what happened to the squad leader.

He also saw the company commander's left hand move slightly, and the second shell rushed out. Kudo Yuto was immediately torn to pieces.

A rain of blood fell on the scene.

The Japanese soldiers who rushed up stood in front of the crater, bathing in the rain of blood that Kudo Yuto had turned into.

The courage of these soldiers was finally inspired by the red in front of them.

They were no longer afraid, no longer dodging, and roared.

They rushed out of the bunkers that were sheltering them.

They rushed out from behind this wavy wall and charged towards the National Army position on the opposite side.

The citizens on the opposite side shouted loudly again: "They're out! They're out!"

When these citizens shouted out the coordinates of the Japanese soldiers, the firepower of the entire special forces company was directed at the position they shouted out.

Now, the entire company's firepower was pouring out in the direction of these charging Japanese soldiers.

The anger in the hearts of these Japanese soldiers had long broken through the sky. They believed that if the citizens on the opposite side had not shouted out their hiding place.

They would not have been defeated so quickly, and their squad leader Kudo Yuto would not have died so tragically.

These Japanese soldiers, who had lost all humanity, knew that they were no match for Lin Fan and his company on the opposite side.

They began to vent their anger on the unarmed citizens on the opposite bank.

These Japanese soldiers pointed their guns at the opposite bank and fired.

The citizens on the opposite side, who were in high spirits, were immediately crippled by the rain of bullets that came at them.

The crowd began to riot, and people began to flee.

The strong and powerful, relying on their strength, desperately pushed away the weak who were blocking their path to escape.

Trying hard to push open their own door to survival.

Those who were pushed down were instantly trampled on by countless feet and screamed in pain.

Even such screams could not last long.

Soon, more feet stepped on them, and the screams quickly disappeared.

On the other hand, those who were standing on the river bank in the best position had been shot.

They fell to the ground and groaned, and their painful moans continued.

The order on the Suzhou River in the British and American concessions was immediately disrupted.

The British and American soldiers who had been waiting in formation were helpless in the face of the sudden stampede.

Even these soldiers were pushed and shoved by the fleeing citizens.

The situation was critical!

Sergeant James in this team was an experienced man. In this situation, he ordered: "Prepare to shoot! Shoot into the air!"

Gunshots rang out on both sides of the Suzhou River.

The citizens finally reacted to the harsh gunshots that rang out in their ears.

They did not dare to continue to approach these British and American patrol soldiers.

It was just that the crowd became even more chaotic.

Lin Fan saw the stampede on the opposite bank of the Suzhou River.

He was anxious!

From their current position, they could not find the location of the Japanese soldiers at all.

There was no use in being anxious.

The remaining Japanese soldiers had now forgotten everything, and they had gained an unprecedented sense of pleasure from the screams of the ordinary people on the opposite bank.

Unable to resist the temptation of this pleasure, the last few Japanese soldiers rushed out from behind the hidden wall in a team.

This time, they were not charging towards the Four Banks Warehouse,

They were charging towards the opposite bank of the Suzhou River, as if these soldiers wanted to rush into the concession.

Sergeant James saw that two of his soldiers had fallen down.

They were not pushed down by the citizens, but were hit by the bullets that were constantly being fired from the opposite bank.

The Japanese soldiers had actually regarded the concession as the land they were about to occupy.

They launched an attack in this direction.

Sergeant James immediately issued an order: "Towards the opposite bank! Aim! Fire!"

His order was issued quickly, and his actions were even faster. James, who used to herd cattle in the West, had long been accustomed to drawing his gun quickly.

When he was herding cattle in the American West, if his speed of drawing his gun was slow and his accuracy was poor.

Nine lives would not be enough to die.

Back then, in the prairies of the American West, James was also a man who dared to say no to all cowboys.

His quick gun was also famous.

James' first shot hit a Japanese soldier on the opposite bank.

His shot seemed to have magic.

With just this one shot, the Japanese soldiers on the opposite bank seemed to have been enchanted, falling down one after another, and not a single Japanese soldier got up.

These Japanese soldiers had just rushed out, and before they had rushed out five steps.

They had already been exposed to the guns of the entire special forces company.

All the firepower of the special forces company, the dense bullets, were all fired at these charging Japanese soldiers.

The bullets fired from Lin Fan's rifle did not miss either.

The entire company's firepower poured out on these Japanese soldiers, and they were instantly turned into honeycombs.

James' shot was just a matter of speed.

Those citizens who had just been attacked by the Japanese soldiers and were calmer had fallen to the river bank when the Japanese soldiers were shooting in this direction.

Because these people were right on the river bank, they would not be trampled on by anyone running over them if they fell to the ground.

This allowed them to observe the situation of the Japanese soldiers on the opposite bank in such a chaotic scene.

They saw that all the Japanese soldiers were dead.

These citizens immediately shouted loudly: "The Japanese soldiers are all dead!"

The Japanese soldiers are all dead!

Everyone, stop squeezing!

These people shouted as they got up.

They ran towards those who had been shot and fallen to the ground.

These shot citizens were all groaning loudly.

Seeing that all the Japanese soldiers on the opposite bank were dead, James was somewhat puzzled and somewhat afraid.

These soldiers of theirs who were on duty on the Suzhou River had been told by their superiors: they could not shoot the Japanese soldiers unless it was absolutely necessary.

James, who received this task, understood at the time: they could not take the initiative to shoot the Japanese soldiers.

But they could shoot the National Army soldiers who wanted to sneak into the concession.

Weak countries have no diplomacy!

The people of weak countries have no human rights!

The soldiers of weak countries also have no human rights!

Everyone in the entire Four Banks Warehouse heard the shouts of these citizens on the opposite bank.

Even the wounded in the wounded soldier floors and on the third floor set up by Lin Fan heard the noise outside.

They asked one after another: "What's going on outside?"

Those soldiers who could move moved to the windows to look outside.

What they happened to see was the citizens outside running away frantically, seeking survival on the battlefield!

Lin Fan had stood up when he heard the citizens' screams:

"Fix bayonets! Charge with me!"

He saw that the citizens on the opposite bank were being strafed by the Japanese soldiers hiding in some unknown place.

If their soldiers did not rush out, he did not know how many more citizens would be killed.

At this time, Lin Fan's eyes suddenly caught the figures of several Japanese soldiers rushing out.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and fired.

This time, without waiting for Lin Fan's second shot to be fired.

The few Japanese soldiers who had just rushed out all fell to the ground.

Then a citizen on the opposite bank shouted: "The Japanese soldiers are all dead."

Lin Fan, who had stood up straight, immediately issued an order:

"Fix bayonets! Clean up the battlefield! On the battlefield! No matter whether the Japanese soldiers' corpses look like people or not, you must first give them a shot in the fatal position and stab them with a knife before continuing to advance!

Did you hear that?"

"We heard you!" This time, it was all the soldiers of the entire special forces company who responded to Lin Fan.

"The battlefield must be cleaned up cleanly, and all the Japanese soldiers' clothes, pants, shoes, socks, including hats, belts, documents, and photos, everything that can be worn and used must be collected.

Do you understand?"

"We understand!"

This time, the soldiers of the entire special forces company answered more neatly, and their voices were louder.

Their voices were full of power, and it could be heard from these voices that the blood of these soldiers had boiled.

Their spirits had awakened!