Chapter 196: 【Battle of Shanghai】 Wiped Out in 7 Days (4.2k)

Shi Rui kept taking pictures of the situation below with his camera.

The Japanese fleet's shells were bombarding the urban area in turns, building after building was blown into ruins, and citizens were running in panic everywhere on the streets.

With the attack.

The Japanese army's goal also gradually became clear; under the cover of heavy firepower, they wanted to cross the Baziqiao Bridge and control this vital traffic point.

Baziqiao Bridge is located at the junction of Hongkou and Zhabei.

Although it is just a bridge crossing a small ditch, it is the core location connecting the Shanghai North Station and the Japanese Naval Landing Force Headquarters.

As long as this place is controlled, it can be used as a base to strike directly at the Japanese stronghold in Hongkou.

But conversely, once the Japanese army occupies this place, it is equivalent to cutting off the connection between the northern and southern troops in Shanghai, dividing the complete defense line into two.

This is also the reason why the Japanese army attacked so fiercely.

After Shi Rui took several photos.

Boom—!!

A shell landed under the department store building.

Clatter!

The glass shattered, and fragments fell all over the ground.

Shi Rui's two arms holding the camera by the window were also scratched, and seeing this, he hurriedly retreated:

"Damn!"

"No, I have to hide."

The chat in the livestream was also urging Shi Rui to quickly find a place to hide.

Shi Rui hugged the camera and ran downstairs, then ran toward the rear, preparing to find a new high ground to observe the battle situation.

On the road.

There were also gradually more citizens, carrying large and small bags, flocking to the International Settlement.

It's just that whether they could get in or not, he didn't know.

Before long.

Shi Rui found a relatively rear high-rise building, climbed to the rooftop of the top floor panting, and even bought some food while passing by a shop.

Throwing the backpack with food aside, Shi Rui lay on the rooftop, watching the fierce exchange of fire in the distance.

Through the zoom function of the livestream, it was also displayed to the Blue Star friends in the livestream.

As time passed, the troops in Shanghai also arrived and began to counterattack. Shi Rui lay on the rooftop watching the battle situation in the distance, while providing commentary:

"The Blue Side's reinforcements have arrived; looking at the designation, it's the 88th Division."

"They've pushed back!"

"As expected of a German-equipped division, the firepower is just fiercer than the security regiment."

The fierce battle lasted until night fell before barely maintaining a balance.

But the next day, the German-equipped division exerted its strength, and Shi Rui was still livestreaming the battlefield:

"The 87th Division has also reinforced."

"Baziqiao Bridge has been retaken by the 88th Division!"

"Not bad!"

"The Air Force has also arrived; that direction is the Japanese Hongkou base."

At this time.

The title in Shi Rui's livestream was also changed.

【Battle of Shanghai Day "2", in progress...】

The next seven days.

Shi Rui squatted on the rooftop, observing the battle situation in the distance.

And don't say, it's really something.

After more than a week of orders.

Although the Blue Side's offensive was slow, the Japanese army hadn't advanced much either; both sides were exchanging fire day and night, but the front line hadn't expanded.

It's just that as the Japanese 3rd Division and 11th Division landed at Wusongkou and Chuanzha Town,

The Japanese army, whose numbers had surged, put more pressure on the Blue Side's defense, gradually unable to suppress those Japanese troops, and the battlefield range gradually expanded.

But fortunately, reinforcements from all over the country also arrived one after another.

In Shi Rui's livestream, looking at the reinforced troops, Shi Rui zoomed in on the perspective:

"Brothers, has anyone recognized which unit this designation belongs to?"

"The 'Republic of China' era had complex local factions and chaotic troops; relying on one person's brain to remember so many is definitely impossible, but fortunately, there are people from everywhere in the livestream."

Almost before Shi Rui's voice fell, the chat in the livestream scrolled by:

【It's the Gui Army!!】

【Did the Gui Army come so fast?】

【That gray cloth uniform can't be wrong, it's indeed the Gui Army.】

【I watched the livestream next door, a total of 7 divisions, 60,000 people; this should relieve a lot of pressure.】

【So many? Then the gap can be plugged.】

【Not very likely; looking at the current situation, the Japanese firepower is still fierce; the equipment here can't keep up.】

【Let's keep watching; the one next door hasn't arrived yet; we'll see the first-person perspective then.】

Compared to the livestream next door, although it was the first-person perspective of the local support troops, they were still on the road, and only Shi Rui's livestream could roughly see the overall battle situation.

Soon.

With the addition of the 60,000 Gui Army troops, the defense line quickly stabilized again.

It's just that the Japanese artillery fire became even fiercer.

Fortunately, the reinforcement troops from various places were already arriving in Shanghai one after another.

Next door.

In streamer Liao Feng's livestream.

The Sichuan Army unit they were in was forced-marching all the way, and the straw sandals on their feet had been worn out for who knows how long; they were already numb from walking.

And Liao Feng's thoughts had also become somewhat numb after the long march, mechanically following the team, only occasionally looking up at the rapidly marching team, with only the sound of straw sandals stepping over reeds.

Suddenly.

An old soldier carrying a flag in front fell down, and the soldiers beside him wanted to help, but the old soldier shook his head and pushed them away:

"You little turtles... don't worry about me."

"Keep moving forward."

As he spoke, he used the flagpole as a crutch to try to stand up, but his figure swayed, and the flagpole in his hand pushed toward the soldier beside him.

He himself fell to the ground with a thud, life or death unknown.

But the team still didn't stop.

Suddenly.

The roar of planes came from the sky.

"Hide!"

"Don't let the little Japanese planes see you!"

Hearing the officer's order in front, the soldiers quickly lay down to hide their figures.

Liao Feng also took advantage of the time lying down to catch his breath.

The roaring planes in the sky passed by, and soon there was a sharp whistling sound.

Boom boom boom boom, a series of bombs exploded not far from the main force.

It didn't hit the main force, and the Japanese planes in the sky gradually went away, the soldiers in the team cursing:

"Damn little Japanese! Did we bomb your ancestors' graves?!"

Liao Feng also climbed up, and the chat in the livestream scrolled by:

【Saw Shanghai!】

【Finally arriving, but can they still fight?】

【They should be able to rest a bit when they arrive.】

【Hurry up and reinforce; the situation of the Gui Army next door is also a bit unable to hold on.】

【Brother, they are all separate storylines; even if they reinforce here, they can't reach next door.】

Looking at the chat in the livestream, Liao Feng looked up into the distance.

Seeing a city shrouded in smoke and fire everywhere appearing before his eyes, Liao Feng swallowed his saliva:

"Finally arrived."

At this time.

In streamer Qiao Jie's livestream.

Time had already reached mid-September, and they had arrived in Shanghai from Guibei for several days.

At this time, they were carrying out a counterattack, but the Japanese firepower was too fierce.

Boom—boom—

The Japanese artillery fire hadn't stopped for a moment; at this time, Qiao Jie was hiding behind a bunker, not even daring to show his head, and the machine gun position opposite was firing bullets as if they were free.

Boom!

A shell exploded in front of the bunker where Qiao Jie was.

The bunker shook.

Qiao Jie was shaken, shook the dirt off his head, and climbed up, his gaze sweeping across the side.

They had already begun to organize a suicide squad.

One by one, the suicide squad members with white cloth wrapped around their heads took grenades and tied them to their bodies, preparing to rush toward the machine gun position.

And the others also took a deep breath, preparing to charge.

Soon.

Following an order.

The first row of soldiers, including Qiao Jie, all jumped out of the fortifications or trenches, holding their guns and shooting toward the opposite position, trying their best to clear the way for the suicide squad members behind.

However.

Under the sweeping of the heavy machine guns opposite.

The first row of soldiers who had just jumped out fell by half in just a few breaths.

Qiao Jie was also hit in the right knee by heavy machine gun bullets and rolled to the ground.

Boom!

Don't know whose grenade was hit and exploded; the explosion was deafening.

Qiao Jie's brain was buzzing, and he was somewhat numb.

He wanted to get up again, but only felt that in a trance, names, dates of birth, and places of birth appeared above the heads of many soldiers in front of him.

Qiao Jie shook his head, but words were still floating above the heads of the soldiers who had already died in front of him.

【Huang Zhiqiang】

【Date of Birth: May 5, 1912】

【Place of Birth: Pumiao Town, NN City, Guangxi】

【Date of Death: September 16, 1937】

Born in 1912, now it's 1937... only 25 years old?

Inexplicably, Qiao Jie suddenly calculated the age of this sacrificed soldier, then his gaze swept to the side, and on a soldier who was holding a broadsword and dying with a Japanese soldier, it appeared:

【Liang Shuisheng】

【Date of Birth: March 15, 1911】

【Place of Birth: Longxu Town, WZ City, Guangxi】

【Date of Death: September 16, 1937】

On a soldier whose body was blown into two pieces, it appeared:

【Chen Agui】

【Date of Birth: September 2, 1913】

【Place of Birth: Daping Mountain Town, Yulin, Guangxi】

【Date of Death: September 16, 1937】

As Qiao Jie, who was paralyzed on the ground, swept his gaze around, names, dates of birth, places of birth, etc., began to appear on the bodies of the dead soldiers.

Qiao Jie was somewhat dazed; the long march plus the battle, plus the complete simulation of the virtual sensory cabin, made his thinking slow.

For a moment, he forgot what he was doing.

Qiao Jie struggled to climb up with a blank brain, leaning on the bodies of two comrades, and looked toward the rear.

New soldiers jumped out of the trench, as well as the suicide squad members at the very back.

At this time.

Words also appeared on their bodies, and an additional cause of death appeared.

【Luo Yongchang】

【Date of Birth: June 8, 1908】

【Place of Birth: Jintian Town, Guigang, Guangxi】

【Date of Death: September 16, 1937】

【Cause of Death: Killed by heavy machine gun fire.】

The next second.

Qiao Jie saw the soldier who jumped out of the trench, and several blood flowers suddenly burst out on his body, heavy machine gun bullets pierced through his chest, and the soldier named Luo Yongchang couldn't control his body and fell down.

He fell to the ground, his eyes gradually losing their color.

A figure of a suicide squad member appeared in Qiao Jie's gaze.

【Zhou Musheng】

【Date of Birth: April 17, 1911】

【Place of Birth: Luwu Town, Qinzhou, Guangxi】

【Date of Death: September 16, 1937】

【Cause of Death: Suicide squad member, died when the grenade tied to his body was detonated while trying to blow up the Japanese machine gun position.】

In Qiao Jie's hollow gaze, the suicide squad member named Zhou Musheng actually rushed through the rain of bullets, rushing a distance that had already exceeded Qiao Jie's position.

Qiao Jie turned his head, his gaze following Zhou Musheng.

Watching Zhou Musheng rush to the front of the Japanese position, having already pulled the grenade, but that heavy machine gun turned its muzzle and swept over.

Just as Zhou Musheng was about to throw the grenade at the Japanese machine gun position.

Boom—!

The grenade on his body was hit and exploded, and he died heroically.

The air wave and huge sound produced by the explosion spread, and Qiao Jie raised his arm to block it, and suddenly, he saw words appear on his body too.

【Qiao Jie】

【Date of Birth: Blue Star New Calendar Year 294.】

【Place of Birth: Haifeng City, Daxia Federation】

【Date of Death: September 16, 1937】

【Cause of Death: Airstrike.】

A very short introduction, mixed with the time of "Earth" and the time of Blue Star, inexplicably had a sense of incongruity.

But it wasn't abrupt.

Airstrike?

Looking at his cause of death, Qiao Jie, with a blank brain, looked up.

Is there an airstrike?

However, the moment he looked up, his pupils shrank instinctively, and countless dense small black dots had already fallen from the sky.

In his ears, which were ringing from the explosion, came countless whistling sounds.

Boom boom boom boom boom—!!!

The earth trembled, and fire lit up the sky.

Bombs fell on the position like a rainstorm, and mud, rubble, and limbs were lifted into the high sky by the air wave, and then fell heavily.

Qiao Jie's body was lifted by the shock wave.

The world became slow and distorted in his eyes; flying backward in the air, he saw the suicide squad members swallowed by flames, and the machine gun position blown into ruins.

He saw the Japanese soldiers entangled with the Gui Army soldiers also wiped out in the indiscriminate bombing.

Inexplicably, a feeling of pleasure surged in Qiao Jie's heart.

The next second.

The vision in his eyes was filled with white light, and then fell into darkness.

Thud—Qiao Jie's body fell to the ground.

The perspective began to pull up, until the entire sky over Shanghai, and what kind of artillery fire it was currently under, could be seen clearly.

In a moment.

Returned to the game main interface from the plot.

At this time.

Qiao Jie, who had returned to the main interface, after detaching from the plot, no longer had the fatigue of the long march and the simulation of the fatigue of the numb fierce battle, and his thoughts instantly recovered.

It's just that he was still motionless, looking dazed.

The chat in the livestream scrolled by:

【Is the streamer played stupid? Why isn't he moving?】

【This game is too realistic; I almost fell off my chair from that explosion just now.】

【Blink your eyes, brother! If not, call a doctor?!】

【Is the aftereffect this big?】

【This moment of death is amazing; after knowing your cause of death, you watch yourself die with your own eyes.】

【Qiao Jie: My person is gone, but my soul is still floating on the battlefield (dog head)】

A few minutes later.

Qiao Jie finally came back to his senses and rubbed his face:

"Hiss... don't know if you believe it."

"I just seemed to have died once..."

Even though he had already detached from the game, with the slow motion of the last moment, plus the flashing of various scenes, Qiao Jie took a few minutes to recover.

The chat in the livestream was screen-filling:

【Hahahaha, the streamer's soul has returned!】

【Welcome back to the world of the living!】

【Hurry up and start the next round! Continue to fight the little Japanese!】

Qiao Jie said helplessly:

"Starting again still requires skipping the plot from 1931, it's too slow."

"Let's look at other livestreams first."

"The reinforcements from other local troops should be arriving soon, right?"

,

"How is the final situation of the Gui Army?"

Qiao Jie opened the Tian Sha livestream platform, looking for livestreams of other regions participating in the 【Battle of Shanghai】.

A chat message scrolled by in the livestream:

【60,000 troops of the Gui Army 21st Group Army counterattacked, soldiers tied grenades to their bodies and rushed into the enemy formation; 50,000 Gui Army children died within 7 days.】

In an instant.

The livestream was silent... and the Battle of Shanghai had just begun to enter the white-hot stage...

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