Chapter 192

Inside Shi Rui's stream.

The first-person perspective lying on the rooftop observed and recorded the complete battle process.

In fact.

From a high-altitude perspective, the situation was far more intense than imagined.

Battle of Yunzaobang Counterattack.

The Gui Army's counterattack on the first day, just by counting casualties from afar via photon supercomputing, had already reached over 10,000 people.

The Japanese army's heavy machine gun firepower array, infantry guns precisely destroying positions, and aerial carpet bombing.

Looking down from the top floor of the high-rise where Shi Rui was, the front-row soldiers fell in rows, while the back rows continued to charge one after another; the battle was as tragic as "human waves shattering on the shore."

The subsequent casualties were even more exaggerated.

In just a few days, nearly 60,000 Gui Army soldiers were almost completely wiped out.

The tragedy of the battlefield can be imagined.

And the reinforcements from all over the country also arrived in Shanghai one after another.

Next door.

Inside streamer Liao Feng's stream.

Northern suburbs of Shanghai, Chenjiahang.

This small mountain village, which could hardly be found on the map, had now become the focus of contention between the two sides.

Chenjiahang is located on the north bank of the Yunzaobang in Shanghai and is the northern barrier of the main position in Dachang Town.

If the Japanese army breaks through here, they can rush straight to Dachang and then tear apart the entire Songhu defense line; this place became the key to blocking the enemy's southward advance.

When the Sichuan Army arrived, Chenjiahang had already fallen.

But under the constant attrition of the Sichuan Army, the position was repeatedly recaptured and changed hands, and the casualties were also enormous.

At this moment.

On the Chenjiahang position, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and a faint yellow smoke permeated the position.

Streamer Liao Feng leaned in the trench, covering his nose and mouth with a damp rag, watching the sun gradually rising on the horizon, and said to the stream:

"Hiss—"

"Survived another day."

The military uniform on Liao Feng's right leg had been stained black-brown by blood.

Wrapped in circle after circle of bandages, he dared not expose even a bit of the wound.

The faint yellow smoke permeating the position was precisely the poison gas released by the Japanese army; it hadn't dissipated after half the night and was still spreading on the position.

Once a wound is touched by poison gas, persistent high fever is the mildest outcome; in severe cases, the wound accelerates to rot and death.

The Japanese army's tactic there was artillery coverage + poison gas washing.

And the Sichuan Army here...

Had no heavy firepower.

Three grenades per person, plus worn-out rifles and broadswords.

And the Japanese army opposite not only had Type 92 infantry guns and poison gas shells but also Type 97 tanks.

Sichuan Army soldiers could only rush under the tanks with bundled grenades to destroy them; there were even scenes of using broadswords to hack at tanks, a sight that made Liao Feng feel both heartbroken and helpless.

Suddenly.

A scream pierced the poison fog of the battlefield:

"Tanks! The devils' tanks are coming up!"

Liao Feng immediately climbed up:

"Damn!"

He poked his head out, clinging to the edge of the trench, and looked outside.

At this moment.

The tracks of the Japanese Type 97 tanks were crushing the corpses of soldiers one by one, moving slowly toward Liao Feng's position; Liao Feng raised his rifle.

He fired at the tanks, and the sound of gunfire around him also rang out densely.

But it was of no use at all.

Boom—!

An artillery shell roared over, but it wasn't filled with explosives, but poison gas.

The yellow-green poison fog spread over the trench instantly with the explosion.

Liao Feng crouched down to avoid it, but the shockwave of the gas swept over; within a breath, he felt a burning pain, and the painful coughing around him rose one after another.

At this moment.

Inside the trench next door.

Several Sichuan Army soldiers leaped out of the trench, covering their noses and mouths, braving the spreading poison fog, and rushed toward the tanks with explosive packs.

Bang bang bang—

A Japanese soldier hiding behind a tank suddenly killed his way out, firing wildly at the Sichuan Army soldiers who wanted to blow up the tank.

Bloodies bloomed on the soldiers' bodies one after another; at the moment of death, they suddenly pulled the detonator of the explosive pack and threw it at the slowly moving tank.

Boom!

Boom!

The huge explosion spread.

But the advancing tank only stopped for a moment before continuing to crush forward.

The Japanese tanks were in no hurry to advance, seemingly wanting to exhaust all the poison gas shells they carried, bombarding the position one by one.

The poison gas, which hadn't dissipated, became even thicker under the explosion and the spread of new poison gas.

In the sky.

Japanese planes whistled past, dropping dense bombs on the Sichuan Army soldiers' position.

A sharp whistling sound rose.

The next second.

Deafening explosions rang out one after another; mud, gravel, and shrapnel splashed everywhere, and the Type 92 infantry guns on the Japanese position in the distance were also constantly bombarding the trench.

Liao Feng covered his ears tightly with both hands, leaning against the trench.

Mud and gravel kept splashing down on his head.

The intense vibration brought by the explosion made him feel as if his internal organs had been displaced.

The artillery bombardment lasted for more than half an hour before it finally stopped.

And this was just the beginning of the day.

According to the situation of the previous two days, someone in Liao Feng's stream calculated that this Chenjiahang position was bombarded by the Japanese army for more than 10 hours on average every day.

At this moment.

The position was already a mess.

Liao Feng shook the mud off his body and stood up, supporting himself with a limp; his ears were buzzing, and he could hear very little.

Soldiers were constantly climbing up all around.

In Liao Feng's vision, everyone was shouting something with their mouths open, but they were clearly all deafened by the artillery shells.

Someone waved their arms, pointing forward.

There.

The Japanese vanguard troops had already begun to approach, with Type 97 tanks clearing the way in front, followed by dense infantry; the sunlight shone on the bayonets, flashing with a blinding cold light.

The Sichuan Army soldiers at the front began to raise their rifles and shoot at the Japanese army.

But because they couldn't hear the orders, the shooting was a bit chaotic for a while.

Liao Feng also raised his rifle to shoot, but the bullets ran out after just two shots; he leaned over to search the fallen comrades beside him, but only found six bullets.

The six bullets were also quickly shot away.

No matter how he pulled the trigger of the old rifle in his hand, there was no reaction, which made Liao Feng so angry that he threw the rifle away.

A rifle without bullets is not as useful as a broadsword.

Drawing the broadsword from his back, Liao Feng crouched down, preparing to wait for the Japanese army to come over for a bayonet fight.

Just at this moment.

On the position, a blood-stained white cloth unfolded in the smoke.

On the flagpole, which had been cut in half by artillery fire, the word "Death," as large as a peck, was written in the center of the flag.

On both sides were a few lines of small characters: "The country is in crisis, the Japanese invaders are fierce. I bestow this flag, keep it with you at all times. Wipe blood when wounded, wrap the body after death. Charge forward, do not forget your duty."

Although they couldn't hear anything.

They didn't know what orders the officer had given.

But the moment the "Death" flag was raised, everyone knew what to do.

Looking at the fluttering "Death" flag, Liao Feng looked down at the broadsword in his hand and his almost numb right leg; Liao Feng leaned over and pulled the grenade from the fallen comrade's body.

Adding his own two, he made a bundled grenade consisting of only three grenades.

Liao Feng dragged his lame leg, moving through the trench.

Two hundred meters away.

The Japanese army had already begun to strafe the position; bullets swept across the position and also hit the "Death" flag; beside the flagpole, a blood-soaked figure was hugging the flagpole tightly.

Keeping the "Death" flag from falling, fluttering in the wind.

Liao Feng recognized the notebook at the waist of that young soldier; he was the messenger from the company headquarters.

Only 17 years old this year, a baby-faced little soldier.

Liao Feng shook his head and cursed under his breath:

"Damn Japanese devils..."

Fighting until now.

The high-intensity battle had already made Liao Feng numb; too many people had died.

Liao Feng, walking with a limp in the trench, got closer and closer to the Japanese vanguard troops, tied the bundled grenades, and pulled the fuse.

Seeing the Japanese army getting closer and closer, Liao Feng suddenly pulled the fuse!

He threw the bundled grenades in his hand at the Japanese tank, then flipped out of the trench, holding his broadsword and rushing quickly toward the Japanese tank.

Rat-tat-tat-tat—

A series of bullets swept over, and Liao Feng's action of charging with the sword came to an abrupt end.

Several machine gun bullets had already passed through his chest.

His body couldn't help but fall, and he only felt the world spinning, but the buzzing in his ears suddenly disappeared.

In a trance.

It seemed as if he could hear continuous explosions.

Liao Feng knew these were the Sichuan Army soldiers who wanted to stop the Japanese advance with their lives, but unfortunately, Liao Feng could no longer control his body and couldn't see that scene.

He also didn't know if the bundle of grenades he threw had killed any devils.

Inexplicably, this thought flashed through Liao Feng's mind.

A few seconds later.

The screen plunged into darkness.

This Sichuan Army, which had walked three thousand miles in straw sandals to reach the front line, fought a bloody battle with the Japanese army on the Chenjiahang position for seven days and seven nights.

Of the more than 8,000 men in the 26th Division, only a few hundred survived.

All officers at the platoon level and above died for their country.

Until the end, only that "Death" flag remained fluttering on the position, guiding the last soldiers to continue holding their ground.

Next door.

Inside Shi Rui's stream.

With the Japanese army's fierce artillery offensive, the "Republic of China" troops were also gradually becoming unable to keep up.

During this time, Shi Rui, lying on the top floor of the high-rise, saw the Sichuan Army, which had rushed three thousand miles, fight a bloody battle for seven days and seven nights, and the 6 divisions of the Gui Army that arrived to take over were wiped out in four days.

He also ran to other streams.

He saw the soldiers of the 15 divisions of the Xiang Army, who held their ground for 21 days and nights, almost all of whom died in battle; "Without the Xiang, there is no army" became a legend from then on, and after this battle, there was no more Xiang Army.

He also saw 50,000 Cantonese troops head-on against 90,000 Japanese troops, consuming whole regiments and battalions until they were wiped out, with only about 3,000 people left in the end.

And there was the Northeast Army's 76th Army, which had more than 10,000 men covering the retreat of the 700,000-strong main force, only to be wiped out; Army Commander Wu Keren charged with a gun, was hit by several bullets, and died for his country by sinking into the river.

These scenes.

Made many loyal Blue Star players of Jixing feel both familiar and strange.

Familiar because the last time they saw such a scene was during the Battle of Moscow in Europe.

Feeling strange because this was different from the situation in Europe.

The same sacrifice, the same tragedy.

But the difference is.

The Soviet Union is a highly organized state machine, a tragedy of using institutionalized sacrifice to maintain the operation of the war machine.

While the tragedy of the Huaxia land is the desperate counterattack of an agricultural civilization under the invasion of an industrial power, with troops from 22 provinces across the country participating in the war, breaking the isolation of warlords.

Warlords abandoned private interests, farmers put on straw sandals, tycoons donated their savings, and soldiers blocked the advance of tanks with their flesh and blood.

Compared to the steel torrent on the Soviet side,

This desperation of filling the generation gap with flesh and blood allowed an ancient nation to gradually awaken in the scorching fire,

And the most representative one was a video Shi Rui risked his life to sneak into the Sihang Warehouse to film,

Although he was shot and killed by random gunfire after filming this...

Because some streams were faster in time than Shi Rui's, they roughly knew the direction of the subsequent war.

And there were perspectives of the Sichuan Army, Gui Army, Xiang Army, etc., from all over the country, but the perspective of the Central Army plot was missing.

Yet no one triggered the plot.

So Shi Rui became the best person, because other streams were soldiers of various local troops, while he was a fake reporter overlooking the battlefield.

And knowing the direction of the subsequent war, at the request of many Blue Star friends, Shi Rui sneaked into the Sihang Warehouse a day early.

And recorded the most unforgettable scene for the Blue Star friends.

Inside the empty warehouse.

Smoke and gunfire filled the entire warehouse.

The Central Army soldiers charged head-on against the Japanese army, the distance between the two sides was less than 20 meters, and the intense gunfire collided; almost in an instant, the front-row soldiers fell down in unison.

The soldiers behind both sides immediately filled in; such a frontal charge at such close range.

Directly shocked the Blue Star netizens.

Because even though they could restart infinitely, they had never thought of shooting at each other at this distance.

20 meters, almost face to face.

20 meters, the sound of bullets piercing chests could be heard clearly.

20 meters, blood mist exploded in the smoke, and one could even smell the blood.

Fear is a human instinct.

But at this moment, what was hotter than fear was the determination in their eyes.

No cover, no tactics, not even many bullets, only aiming, firing, falling... the ones behind stepped on the warm bodies to fill in and continue shooting at the Japanese army opposite.

Using flesh and blood to form a Great Wall, using their lives to hold back the invader's footsteps inch by inch.

This video filmed by Shi Rui also quickly rushed to the hot search.

The entry #Sihang Warehouse 20-meter Shootout# spread explosively on major platforms on Blue Star.

Even though the troops of the major federations on Blue Star had been trained, they were still shocked by this determined will.

Because this had nothing to do with tactics, but was absolute will and faith.

Night fell.

Jixing Company, president's office.

Looking at the current comments online.

The shock brought by the 【Battle of Songhu】 was still fermenting.

Compared to the shock in Europe, the Huaxia-style shock, that kind of tragedy, was more deeply rooted in people's hearts.

It was just because of the triggering problem that many Blue Star players did not participate in it and could only watch others experience it; Zhao Ming also collected some opinions here.

Preparing to extend the timeline again; the timeline that could originally only be chosen up to 1931 was opened to 1937.

Any further is definitely not possible; after all, the timeline for 【WWI】 ended in 1939.

And Zhao Ming's next focus was on 【WWII】.

After this period of foreshadowing, although there were no explosive plotlines in the sequel 【Cold War Clouds】, collecting intelligence was also a pleasure.

Especially since Blue Star players were very idle; looking at the backend data, Blue Star players were almost all over the world, even in tribes in Africa.

And as players communicated and shared more intelligence, the world pattern and various conspiracies after WWII gradually became clear.

Waiting for the plot in the 【Awakening Era】 DLC to end, players could transition to 【WWII】.