Chapter 24 We Don’t Blame You! (Please Give Me Recommendation Tickets, Monthly Tickets, and Rewards!)

What really made them despair was that two flares suddenly hit the sky above the two infantry squads under Kurokawa Weaving who were setting up guns and grenade launchers and preparing to kill the crazy Chinese.

At that moment, when the snow-white light suddenly sprinkled on the face of the Japanese lieutenant like the light of a falling star, he fell into confusion again.

What's going on?

I didn't seem to give the order to throw a flare on my head!

"It's our people!"

"It's the Guo army fighting the devils!"

"Come and see!"

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Before the Japanese lieutenant could figure out what was going on, a huge noise came from the opposite concession.

Many people probably didn't understand what was going on in the concession.

The concession was a piece of land that the Western world took advantage of the weakness of the giant China to force the then weak and incompetent Qing government to rent. It was basically used for merchants and some diplomats and their families from several dozen Western powers who came to China to do business and make money.

It was equivalent to a country within a country, which was one of the evidences of the government's weakness and incompetence at that time, and it was also a shame for the entire nation.

But in this sudden war, Songhu, a concession established by several Western countries, became the only shelter for Chinese refugees.

Because of the outbreak of war in northern China, many northern refugees fled to Songhu, and countless people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang also fled to Songhu. Unexpectedly, Songhu also broke out on August 13.

More than one million refugees could only continue to flee.

Under the Japanese artillery fire, countless refugees had nowhere to go and could only pour into the concession on a large scale.

Records show that during the war, more than 400,000 refugees poured into this concession, which was only a line away from the battlefield.

The refugees who lost all their means of production were short of food and clothing in the next four years. I don't know how many people died of hunger and cold in the prosperous street corners of the concession, which became the most unbearable scene of that era.

But at least at this moment, they escaped the Japanese artillery fire and bullets.

The noise on the north bank of Suzhou River had already alarmed the people sleeping on the street corners. They tried their best to look at the other side, but they could only see darkness and the scarlet trajectory of bullets, and the occasional trembling screams.

For ordinary people who have been listening to the progress of the war on the radio but always hear news of defeat, this has become numb.

A middle-aged man wrapped in a thin blanket and huddled in the corner closed his eyes in pain, and turbid tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

The woman who squeezed beside him quietly covered the ears of the child who opened his eyes. She was afraid that the child would hear the unwilling roar of their own soldiers before they died.

They knew that this must be the Japanese chasing their own soldiers who were alone or lost their organization. This situation has been staged several times under their noses.

I don’t know how many of their own soldiers were found by the vicious Japanese from the ruins, and then shot one by one in front of countless people.

Those young soldiers, they failed, but they are also children, husbands, and fathers!

Now, are the Japanese impatient to show their cruelty again? Even the night has become so restless.

Listening to the noise, at least dozens or hundreds of people are shooting! I wonder how many good Chinese men will die under the guns of the Japanese pirates again.

In fact, before the flares were lit, there were countless eyes on the north bank of Suzhou River peeking at the battlefield, and countless people praying silently.

However, when three flares slowly fell, illuminating the battlefield just over 300 meters away, everyone was stunned at that moment.

The shit-yellow military uniforms that were suppressed and couldn't raise their heads in the battlefield were...

Japanese?

The dark blue military uniforms that were holding submachine guns and spewing flames in the ruins were...

Our own people?

The battlefield was completely different from what they imagined, and the refugees who were sleeping in the corners of the high-rise buildings in the Suzhou River Concession were stunned for at least two minutes, until they rubbed their eyes desperately and finally confirmed that they were not dreaming.

They cheered and jumped for joy, threw away the tattered clothes and thin blankets that could protect them from the autumn wind, stood up from the corner, and even followed some people to the river bank regardless of the danger of stray bullets.

They wanted to watch and fight the devils.

Then, two more flares were fired into the sky farther away. The scene of two groups of black and yellow people on the left and right, ready to set up machine guns and grenade launchers, made the excited Chinese on the river bank suddenly feel cold.

"Young men, run! It's not that you can't do it, it's that there are too many Japanese pirates!"

The middle-aged man who stood up from the corner, wearing a shabby long gown and a pale face, burst into tears and roared desperately at the opposite side.

"Run, we don't blame you!" A young man in a school uniform shouted along.

Really, they don't blame.

The Battle of Songhu lasted for almost three months, with nearly 700,000 elite Chinese army soldiers being thrown into this huge meat grinder, with more than 300,000 casualties;

The few naval ships sank in the Yangtze River to block the Japanese navy from going up the Yangtze River;

The weak air force was almost completely destroyed in the sky above Songhu, not because they were not brave enough, but because the gap in strength was too big. They had 300 planes, while the Japanese had more than 2,000.

All this happened right under the eyes of the people. In the month before the war, fighter planes were turned into fireballs in the air almost every day, and fighter planes were emitting black smoke and crashed into the Japanese positions almost every day...

The boys were brave enough, but they still couldn't win.

That was really unwinnable! Although the Japanese army only dispatched 300,000 troops, they also dispatched three fleets with two aircraft carriers, several cruisers and more than 2,000 fighter planes. The number of various types of artillery they had was more than ten times that of the Chinese army.

Often a 200-caliber naval gun fell, and more than 100 young men in an infantry company were turned into powder.

They really tried their best!

Although China at that time had a huge population base of 500 million, which was more than eight times the population of 60 million on the main island of Japan, and had a land area more than dozens of times that of the main island of Japan.

However, China at that time did not catch up with the first industrial revolution, nor did it catch the last train of the second industrial revolution. There was basically no decent industry in the country.

However, Japan had already embarked on the road to becoming an industrial power decades ago. It was a war between industry and agriculture. To put it in a futuristic way, it was not a war of one dimension.

But they were wrong, at least on this night, in the battle of Sihang Warehouse, they were wrong.

When two flares appeared brightly above Kurokawa Orizo's head, the Japanese lieutenant, who realized that he had not ordered a flare to be fired above his head, suddenly tightened his eyes at that moment, as if someone was going to stab him with a Type 38 bayonet.

That was purely a soldier's instinctive reaction, a battlefield intuition.

Unfortunately, his battlefield intuition was very sharp this time.

As the light of the flares shone, the beast that seemed to have been sleeping in the Sihang Warehouse woke up.

The way it woke up was that more than four heavy machine guns and nearly fifteen light machine guns roared together.

In the night, the fiery red tracer bullets, like twenty fiery red whips, fiercely swept towards the two Japanese squads more than 200 meters away.

The machine gun bunkers on the third and fourth floors could clearly see the Japanese soldiers under the flares. And what about the Japanese? Except for the flames that could blind the eyes from the muzzles, nothing could be seen.

The personal grenade launcher that was once so proud of was like a legendary tickle to the machine gun in the solid fortress more than 200 meters away.

In the face of absolute firepower, everything is false.

What a bullshit samurai spirit, what a skilled tactic, what a precise shooting, all of them were crushed to pieces by the torrent of bullets.

They only lasted less than a minute, and without Kurokawa Weaving giving the order to retreat, the two infantry squads scattered like birds and beasts.

The bullets rose into the sky again, and the shit-yellow figures rushed like wolves and beasts under the whip of the fiery red bullet chain, and suddenly, they were so cute.

All the noise on the other side of Suzhou River calmed down at that moment, and a few seconds later, it erupted like a volcano.

Cheers, mountains and seas.

Even the fierce gunshots on the battlefield were suppressed.

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