The Japanese troops of the Katō Chiei Battalion were already finding it difficult to advance under the relentless assault of Li Yuanzhen's Third Regiment, directed by Lin Fan.

Fighting under intense artillery fire was commonplace for the National Revolutionary Army.

These NRA soldiers used to fight internal battles against each other.

Cannons and airplanes were mainly for show.

At the start of a battle, a few cannons would be fired to signal the beginning.

In those days, not only were the warlords unfamiliar with the use of artillery,

but even Chiang Kai-shek's German-equipped divisions, despite possessing advanced 150mm howitzers, were helpless against the Japanese Daigō-gō (heavy cruisers).

Because these NRA officers only knew how to use cannons for long-range bombardment and never considered that they could also be used for direct fire.

This sort of paper-thin understanding was common.

Before the truth was revealed, everyone found it mysterious.

But once explained, they realized how simple it was!

It was the same with airplanes during the civil war.

The planes would circle overhead to show, "I have planes, and you don't."

"You're trash."

The planes were mainly used for reconnaissance.

But since the start of the nationwide resistance against Japan,

these NRA units realized that cannons weren't just for making noise.

They were for real combat.

The intense Japanese artillery bombardments could genuinely break a unit.

During the Battle of Songhu (Shanghai), Japanese naval guns could wipe out an entire company of soldiers with a single shell.

The same went for airplanes; they could strafe and bomb.

The officers and soldiers of the 74th Division had suffered plenty of bombings from Sakamoto Jun's Japanese unit the previous day.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! (fortune changes)

Today, it was the NRA's turn to bomb the Japanese.

The soldiers of Li Dazhu's Third Regiment were infantrymen yesterday.

Now they were all artillerymen.

They were clueless about cannons.

Fortunately, the soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade's artillery platoon were there to teach them step-by-step.

The function of each crank, this one is for adjusting the horizontal direction, this one is for adjusting the elevation.

The names of each component of the cannon needed to be taught one by one.

This scene was reminiscent of the first time the Special Operations Company acquired the 88mm anti-aircraft gun at the Jiangyin Fortress.

Lin Fan organized the entire company to learn the maintenance, firing, and assembly of the anti-aircraft gun.

Anping and the others had also started from scratch.

Therefore, they had plenty of patience teaching the soldiers of the Third Regiment.

Their attitude earned them the heartfelt respect of everyone in the Third Regiment, from top to bottom.

People with both ability and a good attitude were rare.

Especially in the army of this era.

This instructional type of firing wasn't very fast.

But although the shells weren't fired quickly, they were accurate.

With Mao Wenxing observing from the sky, constantly correcting the shells' trajectories.

The shells fired by the Third Regiment exploded right in the middle of the Japanese ranks.

For the Japanese soldiers of the Katō Chiei Battalion, this kind of bombardment was:

Like a bride in a sedan chair – a first-time experience.

The Katō Chiei Battalion had already lost some of its men the previous day on the way to the city.

Now, pinned down and bombarded by artillery fire, the entire battalion was on the verge of collapse.

Just as the Japanese soldiers of the Katō Chiei Battalion were about to break down,

the artillery bombardment stopped.

If Mao Wenxing had known the psychological state of the Japanese, he would have continued to send a few more shells their way.

Unfortunately, Mao Wenxing didn't know that this group of Japanese was about to collapse.

He simply thought that the Japanese unit was too spread out.

The effect of the artillery bombardment wasn't significant.

In short, too few Japanese soldiers were being killed by each shell.

It was better to switch to another target.

Anyway, there were plenty of Japanese troops attacking Xiangcheng today.

This time, it was the turn of the neighboring Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion to be bombed.

The Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion had the same mission as the Katō Chiei Battalion: to attack the north side of Xiangcheng.

The previous day, the Katō Chiei Battalion had directly stormed into Xiangcheng from the north in one go.

Today, Regiment Commander Katano Sadame wanted to recreate that glory and once again attack from the north gate.

After all, they had already succeeded once.

And this time, Regiment Commander Katano Sadame had even added another battalion.

He also sent two other battalions to coordinate the attack from the east and west.

If the NRA soldiers defending the city made any defensive mistakes, he could switch the main attack to that side.

The plan had been made the night before.

Regiment Commander Katano Sadame simply hadn't foreseen that the NRA's artillery fire would be so intense today.

The previous day, the NRA hadn't had any artillery bombardment at all.

Thinking of this, his heart ached again.

With the NRA's artillery bombardment shifting targets, Battalion Commander Katō Chiei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Misery loves company; such bombardment should be fair.

Now, he finally felt a little schadenfreude.

The NRA soldiers defending the city suddenly switching their bombardment target made Katō Chiei, Kobayashi Shigemitsu,

and even the distant Regiment Commander Katano Sadame realize:

The NRA was taking turns bombarding the attacking Japanese.

Intending to kill a large number of Japanese troops!

Thinking of this, Regiment Commander Kobayashi Shigemitsu felt a pang in his heart.

He glared fiercely at Captain Uehara Jirō, who was standing beside him.

Captain Uehara Jirō's already short body seemed to shrink even further.

"How many shells did you bring for each cannon this time?"

This was something Captain Uehara Jirō was very unwilling to think about.

But he didn't dare not answer.

Not even hesitating for a moment, he said, "One hundred shells per cannon."

Hearing the number one hundred,

Regiment Commander Katano Sadame nearly lost his balance, and his heart ached even more.

"Why did you bring so many?"

"The brigade commander ordered: the army must take Xiangcheng in one go.

I brought a little extra."

Three thousand six hundred shells, how long would it take the NRA on the other side to use them all up?

So many shells were originally meant for the NRA on the other side to enjoy.

Now, they were really enjoying it, while the Japanese soldiers under his command were suffering.

Thinking of this, Katano Sadame couldn't help but slap Uehara Jirō in the face again.

This time, a clear expression of pain appeared on Captain Uehara Jirō's face.

When he was beaten yesterday, his face had already gone numb and had no feeling.

First pain, then numbness, no matter how many blows he took, he couldn't feel it.

Today was different; his face had long since regained sensation and had been in constant pain. Taking a slap at this time,

the pain exceeded Captain Uehara Jirō's endurance.

However, Captain Uehara Jirō was, after all, a well-trained and excellent Japanese soldier.

He used all his strength to shout loudly, "Hai!"

Turning all the pain into a single breath.

As if doing so could make the pain a little lighter.

Regiment Commander Katano Sadame immediately noticed.

As if discovering a new continent, he gave Uehara Jirō several more slaps.

As the number of slaps increased, Captain Uehara Jirō's face became numb again.

The painful expression in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a weak enjoyment.

Suddenly, Regiment Commander Katano Sadame lost the desire to continue.

He looked worriedly around Xiangcheng: today, the three directions of the 21st Regiment's attack were filled with smoke.

He could faintly hear the sound of artillery fire.

Thinking of those shells, and the many unnecessary injuries they were causing to the attack,

when the Katō Chiei Battalion was suffering so much from the artillery bombardment,

the Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion could still advance in an orderly manner.

Watching the fire from across the river, watching the tigers fight from the mountain, all of these could show the advantage of not being involved.

Bystanders see clearly, and it better shows one's own brilliance.

All of this had disappeared for the Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion from the moment the shells began to fall on their heads.

It was also the first time its battalion had suffered such a fierce artillery bombardment.

The soldiers' experience was also limited.

Now, all Battalion Commander Kobayashi Shigemitsu could do was to order the soldiers to run and spread out.

The only purpose of doing so was to reduce the number of Japanese soldiers hit by the falling shells.

Battalion Commander Kobayashi Shigemitsu and the other officers at his level knew clearly:

These cannons had all been given to the NRA by the Kamikata Jirō artillery battalion.

From the cannons to the shells, Captain Kamikata Jirō had given them all away.

At this moment, Battalion Commander Kobayashi Shigemitsu felt a deep resentment towards his own artillery for the first time.

Good for nothing, worse than nothing!

Now, Battalion Commander Katō Chiei could finally watch with leisure as the Japanese soldiers of the Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion struggled to survive in the artillery-filled battlefield.

As long as he wasn't being bombed himself, his mood would always improve when he watched others being bombed.

Although the entire Katō Battalion had lost half its men in the recent artillery bombardment,

the entire battalion now had less than four hundred Japanese soldiers left.

But that didn't stop the surviving Japanese soldiers from mocking the Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion, which was still struggling under the artillery bombardment.

The damage suffered by the Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion yesterday was no less than that of the Katō Battalion.

They had suffered the frontal assault of a tank company.

When Mao Wenxing in the air directed the Third Regiment to shift its target to the east,

the combined strength of the Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion and the Katō Chiei Battalion was less than the strength of one battalion yesterday.

How could they fight this battle?

…

When the cannons sound, gold flows out!

Every shell was very expensive.

Although these shells were free today.

When Division Commander Li Hanzhang heard the cannons firing, he finally felt relieved.

At least Third Regiment Commander Li Dazhu had finally made the cannons fire.

As for the effect, he didn't have much expectation.

A unit that was infantry yesterday being able to make the cannons fire was already an achievement.

But thinking about the value of those shells, his heart also ached a little.

When the cannons first fired, Li Hanzhang and the officers of the 74th Division were a little worried.

Afraid that the soldiers of the Third Regiment, who had just come into contact with cannons, wouldn't fire them well.

If the cannons were just loud and gave the morale to own side, it was no good.

From the time the Japanese began their attack yesterday until now, a day had passed.

The reinforcements that were planned hadn't arrived, but the reinforcements that weren't planned had arrived.

This also left Division Commander Li Hanzhang speechless.

The Third Regiment's first round of shells was fired.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang of the 74th Division's First Regiment, who was defending the north gate, excitedly called the command post to report:

"Reporting, Division Commander! The shells are exploding in the middle of the Japanese ranks.

They're hitting so accurately, it's simply miraculous.

The formation of the Japanese troops marching has been disrupted.

Visually, the Japanese have suffered at least dozens of casualties.

The Japanese limbs and arms are flying everywhere.

Regiment Commander Li is fighting too well."

Originally, the regiment commanders of the 74th Division, after hearing that the Third Regiment had been converted into an artillery regiment,

were all waiting to see Regiment Commander Li Dazhu's jokes.

First Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang had said, "If Li Dazhu's shells can land on the Japanese heads,

I'll be able to throw the shells onto the Japanese heads."

He hadn't expected that the first shot would send the Japanese howling like ghosts.

This surprised the officers and soldiers defending the north gate.

It also greatly excited the commanders of the 74th Division headquarters.

To be honest, they had expectations for the artillery regiment, but the expectation value wasn't high.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang's report had excited everyone:

Where exactly had Li Dazhu hit the Japanese?

To be able to get a "good" from Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang?

The regiment commanders of the 74th Division were all unwilling to submit to others.

Song Yingxiang being able to become the First Regiment Commander was also due to his ability.

It wasn't easy to get him to say a "good."

With such a report, Division Commander Li Hanzhang was much relieved.

At least the cannons taken over from the Special Operations Brigade wouldn't become decorations.

The cannons were still firing, and the artillerymen of the Third Regiment were also receiving feedback from the front lines.

Hitting accurately wasn't strange to the officers and soldiers of Anping's platoon.

It would be most strange if they didn't hit accurately.

But for the soldiers of Li Dazhu's Third Regiment, hitting accurately was enough to make them happy beyond belief.

If it weren't for seeing Anping and the other instructors from the Special Operations Brigade still meticulously adjusting the cannons,

the soldiers of the Third Regiment would have jumped up and cheered.

The Second Regiment of the 74th Division, which was defending the east side of Xiangcheng, heard the continuous sound of artillery fire in the city.

But not a single shell was fired towards the Japanese on the east side.

The officers and soldiers of the Second Regiment waited until the flowers withered.

Only then did they wait for the first round of shells to land.

Seeing the shells exploding in the Japanese ranks with their own eyes, compared to hearing the sound and hearing others talk about the shells exploding the Japanese,

the effect was obviously much more shocking.

Regiment Commander Zhang Dachang of the Second Regiment watched as the Japanese were blown up and thrown around.

The constant explosions of the Japanese was very gratifying to the officers and soldiers of the Second Regiment.

Yesterday, they had suffered no shortage of bombings by Japanese shells.

At that time, they were thinking: when would they have their own cannons to bomb the Japanese too.

They didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.

Only a day later, it was the Japanese's turn to be bombed.

In order to boost morale, Division Commander Li Hanzhang specifically ordered the news that the cannons had been seized from the Japanese to be spread to the ears of every officer and soldier.

The officers and soldiers of the 74th Division who were defending Xiangcheng all knew: the cannons that were firing so happily now had been seized from the Japanese.

The shells had also been seized from the Japanese.

The artillery was their own!

As long as they could see the Japanese being bombed, that was enough.

The bombing that happened on the north and east sides of Xiangcheng was also being staged in the Japanese battalions on the west side.

The newly established artillery regiment of the 74th Division had a great start.

Every regiment commander in every direction called to express their thanks.

Li Dazhu smiled so wide that his teeth disappeared.

His eyes had long since narrowed into a slit.

Mao Wenxing in the sky saw a group of NRA cavalry rushing out from the east.

Li Daxiong of the 13th Army's Independent Cavalry Regiment, hearing the rumbling artillery fire from Xiangcheng from afar,

knew that the battlefield situation was critical, but they didn't fully understand the entire battlefield.

Afraid that after rushing into the battlefield, they would be trapped inside.

After the cavalry regiment encountered the Japanese artillery battalion yesterday afternoon, they charged and killed for a while before running away.

It wasn't that Li Daxiong didn't want to exterminate them, but he was only an isolated force now.

If they lingered in one place for a little longer,

they would be surrounded by the Japanese and wouldn't be able to escape.

After all, the entire NRA defense line was stretched thin, and Lin Yi had no troops to send out.

Xiangcheng might still be a bottomless pit, and they didn't know how many troops would be needed to stop the Japanese.

The 13th Army's Independent Cavalry Regiment cautiously searched forward towards the battlefield.

Regiment Commander Li Daxiong led the team towards the position where the artillery fire was most intense: "Regiment Commander! Look!"

What did Regiment Commander Li Daxiong see?

It almost made him fall off his horse.

He saw the Japanese being bombarded by artillery shells, each shell accurately exploding in the Japanese ranks.

In front of the Japanese troops, there were still thousands of meters to the NRA's positions.

"What's going on?"

"Didn't they say Xiangcheng was in danger yesterday?"

No one answered Regiment Commander Li Daxiong's doubts.

In this situation, it was clearly the 74th Division inside Xiangcheng who was firmly holding the Japanese in place and grinding them.

The Japanese didn't have the slightest ability to resist.

"Regiment Commander! Should we charge?" the battalion commander next to Li Daxiong asked.

The Japanese had been bombed and couldn't find their direction.

Charging at this time would of course achieve very good results.

But with the artillery fire rumbling in front, Li Daxiong could only see that the shells were flying out of Xiangcheng.

Unable to contact them, a rational regiment commander would do that to get bombed.

Mao Wenxing in the air could communicate with the Special Operations Brigade by radio.

He could even send radio telegrams.

But he couldn't establish contact with this cavalry regiment on the ground.

Mao Wenxing could only report what he saw to Lin Fan:

"A NRA cavalry unit is coming from the east, they are at the northeast side of the Japanese troops, one thousand meters away.

It seems they want to launch an attack on the Japanese."

Lin Fan was always willing to fulfill such allies.

He ordered Mao Wenxing: "Observe carefully for five minutes, if this cavalry unit hasn't left yet,

we will shift the bombardment target.

Try to notify them."

The battalion commander who had just suggested to Li Daxiong to charge up and hack at the Japanese, watching the Japanese struggling in the distance,

with the artillery bombardment still continuing,

was a little depressed: "Regiment Commander! How can we get the city to coordinate with us?"

At this moment, the plane that had been soaring in the sky flew extremely low.

The plane swept over the cavalry regiment and dropped a small package.

"Find it!" Regiment Commander Li Daxiong ordered.

A squad of cavalry rushed out and quickly returned.

The package was a NRA uniform, with a can of compressed biscuits hanging below.

There were only two words on the clothes: "Charge!"

Regiment Commander Li Daxiong immediately ordered: "Everyone! Charge!"

The battalion commander asked, "Regiment Commander, they're being bombed over there!"

"The bombardment will stop when we get close," Li Daxiong said firmly.

If the bombardment stopped in time when the cavalry regiment charged close,

the Japanese wouldn't be able to establish any defense against the cavalry.

Those Japanese soldiers could only be targets for the cavalry.

If the bombardment continued after they charged in close, the cavalry regiment could retreat.

It's just that they would have exposed their target, and the next time they charged, the Japanese would be prepared and it wouldn't have the element of surprise.

It's easy to alert the enemy.

There was no sure thing on the battlefield.

Regiment Commander Li Daxiong didn't hesitate any longer and issued the order.

The cavalry regiment began to accelerate.

A thousand meters of flat ground was the best distance for the cavalry regiment to charge.

The sound of hooves rose, stirring up a thousand layers of waves.

The ground, which had been trembling from the artillery bombardment, now trembled even more violently.

The green seedlings in the wheat fields were blown by the wind from the warhorses, waving in waves.

When Li Daxiong led the cavalry five hundred meters, the shells falling into the Japanese ranks hadn't changed.

When they charged to within two hundred meters of the Japanese, the shells that had been flying everywhere suddenly disappeared.

Attacking the east side of Xiangcheng was the Fourth Battalion of the Japanese 21st Regiment.

The Japanese soldiers of the Ichidan Entsutsusada Battalion had completely lost their temper from the artillery bombardment.

Not only had they lost their temper, but their morale had also disappeared.

When they set out in the morning, the entire battalion was still full of confidence.

In the eyes of these Japanese soldiers: attacking Xiangcheng was like catching a turtle in a jar - a sure thing!

Because they had already attacked and entered once yesterday.

Today was different from yesterday; yesterday, only one battalion attacked Xiangcheng.

And they only attacked from one direction, the north.

Today, Regiment Commander Katano Sadame directly sent four infantry battalions,

attacking from three directions.

How could they fail to take Xiangcheng like this?

That's what Regiment Commander Katano Sadame thought when they set out.

That's what Battalion Commander Ichidan Entsutsusada thought.

The company commanders, squad leaders, and even ordinary Japanese soldiers below him all thought so.

The more beautiful they thought it would be, the more cruel the slap in the face would be.

The entire Ichidan Entsutsusada Battalion had only seen Xiangcheng in front of them so far.

But they had already been crippled by the NRA's shells, both crippled and useless.

Most of the battalion's Japanese soldiers had been killed or wounded, and those who were wounded but not dead were lying on the ground wailing and groaning.

Some of the Japanese soldiers who couldn't bear the pain were rolling on the ground, calling out in pain as they rolled back and forth.

Begging the Japanese soldiers next to them to save them.

It was in this situation that Li Daxiong led the cavalry regiment in.

This was really adding insult to injury, and a leaky house meeting continuous rain.

The more miserable the Japanese were, the happier Li Daxiong and his independent cavalry regiment were.

This was the most successful operation for the cavalry regiment since fighting the Japanese.

From the charge to breaking into the Japanese positions, not a single Japanese soldier fired.

The smoke and loud explosions from the artillery bombardment had completely drowned out the trembling of the ground and the sound of hooves from the cavalry charge.

When the shells stopped exploding, the ears of the Japanese soldiers of the Ichidan Entsutsusada Battalion were still ringing.

Where could they hear the sound of the cavalry regiment charging?

It wasn't until the cavalry regiment charged in and the sabers struck the Japanese heads

that they discovered in horror: "The NRA cavalry is charging!"

Infantry without any organization had absolutely no ability to resist when faced with prepared cavalry.

Sergeant Yagishita Hiroka, after just climbing out of a bomb crater,

had hidden in a bomb crater during the artillery bombardment.

Perfectly avoiding the artillery bombardment.

As soon as the artillery bombardment ended, the Japanese soldiers who hadn't been hurt immediately stood up.

Prepared to continue the attack.

Now: he stared blankly at the NRA cavalry charging into the battlefield.

With an expression of disbelief on his face: was this real?

His expression represented the thoughts of most of the Japanese soldiers of the Ichidan Entsutsusada Battalion.

Sergeant Yagishita Hiroka was beheaded by a soldier of the 13th Independent Cavalry Regiment.

He didn't have to hide anymore, and he was finally free.

The Japanese soldiers of the entire Ichidan Entsutsusada Battalion had already fallen into chaos.

Now it was different from before; the artillery bombardment just now was random.

The shells didn't have eyes, and they fell without any awareness.

But experienced Japanese soldiers could hide in bomb craters.

The probability of two shells falling into the same bomb crater was very small.

But now it was different.

The cavalry was intentionally charging at the Japanese soldiers who were still standing.

Those Japanese soldiers who were groaning on the ground had closed their mouths and stopped struggling.

Even those who couldn't bear the pain and were rolling on the ground just now

were now lying obediently on the ground, pretending to be dead without making a sound.

At this time, pretending to be dead was the best way for the wounded soldiers.

Even the Japanese soldiers who hadn't been injured thought of this trick.

But lying on the ground and pretending to be dead also required luck.

Some unlucky Japanese soldiers were trampled by a warhorse and immediately revived.

At this time, there would always be cavalry charging up to deliver the coup de grace.

The Ichidan Entsutsusada Battalion, which was attacking the east side of Xiangcheng, was struggling alone here.

So far, Regiment Commander Katano Sadame of the 21st Regiment didn't know

that one of his battalions was struggling on the brink of extinction.

The officers and soldiers of the Li Daxiong Independent Cavalry Regiment were killing to their heart's content this time.

Regiment Commander Li ordered: "The First Company patrols the perimeter, don't let a single Japanese soldier escape."

The Japanese soldiers of the Ichidan Entsutsusada Battalion had been injured and crippled during the artillery bombardment.

Now they were being charged and killed by the cavalry galloping back and forth.

These Japanese soldiers were unable to establish any defense at all.

They wanted to escape.

Japanese soldiers on two feet could never outrun warhorses on four feet.

Regiment Commander Li Daxiong had already seen the intentions of some of the Japanese soldiers.

He specifically sent a team to patrol the perimeter.

This company was patrolling the perimeter, and when they saw a Japanese soldier breaking out of the encirclement,

they immediately charged over and cut him in two.

Cutting off the Japanese soldiers' desire to escape, and also cutting off the Japanese soldiers who were escaping.

The battle on the east side of Xiangcheng had turned into a one-sided massacre by the independent cavalry regiment.

The battle on the north side had just begun.

The tanks of the First Company of the Special Operations Brigade had been driven into the city and hidden last night.

Now, the Japanese Katō Chiei Battalion and Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion had finally charged up during the artillery bombardment.

At this time, Feng Rui led ten tanks, followed by the First Company and officers and soldiers of the First Regiment of the 74th Division, rushing out of the north gate.

When the Japanese soldiers of the Kobayashi Shigemitsu Battalion saw the tanks from yesterday appear again,

the morale of the entire battalion, which had already dropped to freezing point, was even lower.

Yesterday, their battalion had been helpless against these tanks.

In the end, the shells fired from inside the regiment had made these tanks retreat.

They didn't expect that they would appear again now.

Would there still be shells from inside the regiment this time?

When Regiment Commander Katano Sadame saw the NRA tank unit appear again,

his face immediately turned ugly.

Regiment Commander Katano Sadame knew clearly: the artillery! The 21st Regiment didn't have any now.

This time, he could only let the warriors of the empire use their bodies to collide with steel.

Company Commander Gu Xiuming thought so.

He commanded the six tanks of the First Company to fill in the gaps between the tanks.

Protecting all the tanks.

The infantry of the First Company and the soldiers of the First Regiment of the 74th Division all followed behind the tanks.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang was now following Company Commander Gu Xiuming.

Even before the charge, he humbly handed over the command of the First Regiment to Gu Xiuming.

Company Commander Gu Xiuming seemed to take it all for granted.

Commanding the ten companies of the First Regiment, each company following a tank.

The tanks weren't moving fast, the purpose was to allow the infantry to keep up.

The tanks of the First Company didn't fire their cannons, the cannons were for attacking from a distance.

The artillery regiment behind them had already bombarded the distance.

Now, the more important roles of the tanks of the First Company were as shields and machine gun platforms.

The enemy and our side charged towards each other.

Soon, the distance between the two sides was only two hundred meters.

Battalion Commander Kobayashi Shigemitsu and Battalion Commander Katō Chiei had ordered the machine gunners in the ranks to lie down on the spot and start firing.

The Japanese grenade launchers also began to launch.

The First Company's pace didn't change, still at the same speed as just now.

However, the machine guns on the tanks and the six heavy machine guns pushed by the infantry were all firing.

The three infantry guns and six mortars stopped and bombarded the Japanese machine guns and grenade launchers.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang watched the dozen or so fire lines in front of him constantly reaping the Japanese.

The nine cannons behind him were also constantly aiming at the Japanese to bombard them.

Fighting this kind of battle, he had confidence in his heart.

The morale of the First Regiment rose visibly.

The soldiers were all eager to try.

Grasping the guns in their hands tightly, ready to launch an attack at any time.

The distance between the two sides was less than fifty meters.

The Japanese machine guns had stopped firing at this time, they were unable to fire from the First Company's intense artillery fire.

On the other hand, the tanks and heavy machine guns of the First Company were still firing as fiercely as ever.

Thirty meters!

Company Commander Gu Xiuming ordered: "Throw grenades!"

Whether it was the soldiers of the First Company or the soldiers of the First Regiment, everyone shouted together: "Throw grenades!"

A dense mass of grenades flew from behind the tanks, drawing a high parabola in the air and falling into the Japanese ranks.

The sound of grenades exploding rang out, and Gu Xiuming's order rang out again:

"Blow the charge horn!

Charge!"

Song Yingxiang's First Regiment had been badly beaten by the Japanese in yesterday's battle.

The entire regiment had suffered several hundred casualties.

But now there were still more than nine hundred people in the entire regiment.

Plus more than a hundred people in the First Company.

More than a thousand NRA soldiers bravely charged out from behind the tanks.

Charging towards the two Japanese battalions that had been attacked again and again.

Now the distance between the two sides was less than thirty meters, and the NRA soldiers rushed to the Japanese in the blink of an eye.

The grenades just now had forced the Japanese soldiers in the front to crawl down.

They were still waiting for the second wave of grenade bombardment.

They didn't expect: what they were waiting for was the NRA charging up for a bayonet fight.

The Japanese soldiers of the Kobayashi Shigemitsu and Katō Chiei Battalions, now pieced together, numbered less than five hundred.

And these were five hundred Japanese soldiers who had completely lost their morale.

Although they hadn't run away, they had lost their fighting spirit of the past.

These Japanese soldiers were now just seeking death.

The soldiers of the Special Operations Brigade were very good at this.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang charged with Company Commander Gu Xiuming.

He saw Company Commander Gu Xiuming shout loudly: "Kill!"

The bayonet in his hand stabbed into a Japanese soldier's chest.

The bayonet was quickly pulled back, and the Japanese soldier staggered.

Before he could fall to the ground, he was kicked over by Company Commander Gu, and then stepped on.

At the same time, he didn't relax his hand, and had already stabbed the bayonet into the body of the Japanese soldier down the line.

When had Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang ever seen such skill?

He looked around, and the soldiers of the entire Special Operations Company were all like this.

With Company Commander Gu killing so fiercely, Regiment Commander Song was embarrassed to just accompany him like this.

He snatched a Type 38 rifle from a Japanese soldier who had fallen to the ground.

The bayonet in his hand stabbed at the Japanese soldier who had fallen to the ground and hadn't died yet.

Company Commander Gu stabbed the Japanese in front, and Regiment Commander Song delivered the coup de grace in the back.

The two sides cooperated happily.

In this charge, the NRA had more than doubled the number of people.

Their morale was high, and the two remaining Japanese battalions had less than five hundred people.

Not enough for everyone to kill.

Especially since the soldiers of the First Company were quick and accurate.

Less than a hundred of the soldiers of the First Regiment were able to personally stab the first Japanese soldier.

But they didn't come to the battlefield for tourism.

When these soldiers saw the regiment commander delivering the coup de grace to those Japanese soldiers,

they followed suit.

Company Commander Gu Xiuming killed his way through the Japanese, and looked back to see that there wasn't a single Japanese soldier standing on the entire battlefield.

And the Japanese soldiers who had fallen to the ground had also been given the coup de grace.

He ordered: "Clean up the battlefield!"

The First Company's means of cleaning up the battlefield opened Regiment Commander Song's eyes:

He saw the soldiers of the First Company even taking off the clothes on the Japanese soldiers' bodies.

On the battlefield that had been cleaned up by the First Company, only the white bodies of the Japanese soldiers were left.

Besides that, there was nothing left.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang, who admired Company Commander Gu wholeheartedly, didn't hesitate:

Learn from the First Company!

Their battlefield cleanup wasn't just cleaning up the Japanese soldiers' bodies at the position of the bayonet fight.

But also all the way to the position where the two Japanese battalions were first bombed.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang looked at the bomb craters on the ground and said with emotion:

"If we could fight every battle like this,

in three months, we would be able to drive the Japanese into the sea."

Company Commander Gu Xiuming said with a smile: "It's coming soon! As long as we unite,

and no longer fight each other, the day we exterminate the Japanese will come soon."

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang asked with some confusion: "Do you always fight the Japanese like this?"

Company Commander Gu Xiuming thought for a while: "No! In the beginning, we only had two cannons.

All our weapons were seized from the Japanese."

"Is he too?" Song Yingxiang pointed to the plane in the sky.

This plane in the sky had been circling over Xiangcheng.

But it had never attacked the NRA.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang had this guess.

"This plane was also seized from the Japanese," Company Commander Gu Xiuming said affirmatively.

Although he had this guess in his heart, hearing the definite answer from Company Commander Gu Xiuming still surprised Regiment Commander Song.

"They're all flying in the sky, how can you capture this?"

"The plane always has to land, we just occupied the airport before the Japanese plane had time to take off.

That time, we captured eighteen planes."

Hearing Company Commander Gu Xiuming say the number eighteen planes,

not only Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang, but the soldiers of the First Regiment surrounding them, all looked at Company Commander Gu Xiuming with faces full of admiration.

"Company Commander Gu! Were you there when they seized the plane?"

"Yes! I was charging in the front at that time,"

Gu Xiuming said proudly.

"That's great!

You actually seized a plane!"

A soldier of the First Regiment said enviously.

Regiment Commander Song Yingxiang had been paying attention to the weapons in the hands of the soldiers of the First Company.

At this time, he asked: "Why are all your weapons the Japanese type?"

Company Commander Gu Xiuming became proud again: "All our equipment and supplies were seized from the Japanese.

The Japanese are our transportation captain.

Planes, tanks, cannons, rifles, the food is all seized from the Japanese.

These leather shoes, helmets, we all stripped them from the Japanese."

The soldiers of the First Regiment could see that what Company Commander Gu was saying was true.

The First Company's soldiers' leather shoes were Japanese, the belts were Japanese.

The knives worn on their waists were also Japanese, and the helmets were also Japanese.

Except for the NRA uniforms, even the bullet belts for loading bullets were Japanese.

The soldiers of the First Regiment were very envious.

But today they had a lot of gains.

Two battalions of Japanese soldiers were completely wiped out, and there were a lot of leather shoes and rifles.

In the past, the First Regiment killed too few Japanese soldiers, and the spoils of war were completely insufficient to divide.

Today was different, there were enough spoils