"Yes, we can't let the people outside the Great Wall look down on us. I will lead my brothers to fight now. If they can win... we can win too - I will fight the devils even if it costs my life!"
These southern officers were all inspired by this battle, and telegrams flew to Nanjing like snowflakes, one by one delivered to Jiang Cheng's hands.
"The Hunan Army declares: Support the whole nation's resistance against Japan!"
"The Guangdong Army announces: Go north immediately and join the army and civilians across the country to fight against foreign invaders!"
"The Sichuan Army announces: We will leave Sichuan to support the war in South China, and we will not return until we defeat the Japanese pirates!"
"The Yunnan Army announced: Protect the country and the people, and attack Tokyo!"
"The Gui army declares: We will sacrifice our lives, put our bodies on the sword, and pour the water of the Yangtze River to destroy the bandits who deceive us!"
At this time, Jiang Cheng stood upright on the roof, lowered his head and looked at the capital city which was like ruins. Wherever his eyes could see, those men, women, old and young who still had life were standing firmly in the cold wind, clenching their fists stubbornly and full of desire to fight.
The hatred for losing their loved ones and homes made them tremble all over, and they wanted to take up weapons and fight immediately.
Zhang Tingshu led the fleet and began to sail down the Yangtze River. All the naval guns were aimed at the Japanese troops retreating from Nanjing and landing in Yuhang, Zhoushan and other places.
Even Okamura Neiji knew that this was a counterattack from China... Even if there was no report from the Special Higher Police, he had heard that the entire southern army was gathering towards the capital.
A decisive battle is just around the corner.
"The future of the empire is decided by us! It's time for us to serve His Majesty the Emperor!"
At his command, the kamikaze pilots, whose heads were wrapped in white cloth and who were ready to die together, ran towards their respective vehicles, their eyes filled with cruelty and madness.
On the Nanjing side, not only the Northeast Air Force, but almost all the aircraft that could still fight were ready and rushed to the battlefield at Jiang Cheng's command.
"The Sichuan Army wants to lead the charge! Let my brothers follow your tanks and set off. We want to let the Japanese know what the consequences will be for those who dare to invade!"
Liu Xiang roared and led his soldiers to rush out of Nanjing first.
The attack horn sounded, and one tank after another started slowly, making a low roar, and the tracks rolled up the dust on the ground.
The infantry followed closely behind in a skirmish line. Their figures seemed small next to the huge body of the tank, but they were full of power.
The Japanese defense line responded quickly, and dense bullets rained down like raindrops, hitting the tanks' armor with clanging sounds.
"Strike, attack! Blast the enemy's firing points!"
Hai Rushong, who was in the lead, shouted wildly into the radio, and the gunners quickly turned the turret and aimed at the Japanese machine gun position. With a loud bang, the shells hit accurately and the enemy's firepower was temporarily suppressed.
At this moment, the Japanese fighter planes were flying at a life-threatening altitude, almost close to the ground.
The machine guns under the belly of the tanks fired crazily at the infantry in the tank group... However, almost when the troops were about to be damaged, the fighter planes of the Northeast Army arrived. They aimed at those planes and began to rush and fire continuously.
"Long live the Emperor!"
The Japanese planes were too close to the ground, and they didn't even have the chance to parachute after being hit. All they could do was grit their teeth and launch a suicide attack on the charging infantry group with the attitude of dying together.
"What a reckless devil!"
One after another, the planes crashed, and the explosions overturned the tanks and affected the infantry who had no time to dodge.
The Japanese ground resistance was also stronger than expected, and the temporary anti-tank artillery positions began to attack them. "Drop incendiary bombs, our artillery, cover the exposed positions with fire!"
Jiang Cheng gave an order.
The bombers following closely behind the fighter planes immediately received orders to dive continuously towards the exposed positions and drop deadly incendiary bombs.
The flames, which were as high as several hundred degrees, instantly turned the devils in the fortifications into charcoal.
After several rounds of attacks, all anti-tank artillery positions were destroyed.
Liu Xiang ordered his men to lead the infantry to advance quickly while taking advantage of the smoke. They used the cover of tanks to continue approaching the Japanese defense line.
The turret was bombarding, while the infantrymen held up their guns and fired at those infantrymen who were trying to rush forward with grenade launchers or explosive packs.
The battle entered a white-hot stage, with smoke filling the battlefield and shouts of killing deafening.
The tanks and infantry covered each other and pressed forward step by step. The Japanese resistance became weaker and weaker... The Japanese commanders in the rear realized that they might have to continue retreating.
"These damned China people, when did they become so united and powerful?"
"God, we must win the final victory!"
However, despite their harsh words, they had no choice but to continue retreating.
A Japanese war correspondent wrote in his diary: In the sunlight, white smoke was rising from countless charred objects. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were broken limbs carrying a torn military flag.
After one battle, the 4th and 6th divisions, as well as the Kamikaze Flying Team, were almost wiped out... The Imperial Army suffered heavy losses and was afraid that it would not be able to gain any advantage on the front battlefield.
After this battle, the Japanese army finally realized that the backbone of some nations is so strong that even steel cannot measure it.
And they will have to face hatred and fighting from all corners of China.
Fight, fight between the rivers, lakes and seas, fight across the oceans, let Kyoto, Tokyo, Osaka... and even every inch of land in that island country fight!
I swear to let every cherry blossom be stained with blood, and let these hateful devils taste the feeling of being displaced and losing their loved ones.
At this time, a steady stream of troops continued to arrive from all over the place. Even these once arrogant invaders had never thought that the warlords who had once fallen apart and fought against each other would one day unite and work together.
They thought their weapons were advanced enough, they thought their economic strength was strong enough... Even before the attack, they were still using various gestures of goodwill to try to win over some traitors, point their knives at each other, and help them build the so-called Greater Japan.
But they never thought that the spirit of the Chinese nation came from Nuwa mending the sky, Dayu controlling the flood, Jingwei filling the sea, and Yugong moving the mountains. After thousands of years, it has never faded or changed.
No matter how fiercely we fight in peacetime, once foreign enemies invade, all the Chinese people will unite and fight together until they defeat any enemy who dares to challenge us.
"This time, it's our turn."
In the huge hall, soldiers who had gathered from all corners of the country stood respectfully and solemnly.
Every heroic face is filled with hatred and a strong desire to fight.
Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away they are!
Victory will eventually belong to China!
(End of the book) (End of this chapter)
These southern officers were all inspired by this battle, and telegrams flew to Nanjing like snowflakes, one by one delivered to Jiang Cheng's hands.
"The Hunan Army declares: Support the whole nation's resistance against Japan!"
"The Guangdong Army announces: Go north immediately and join the army and civilians across the country to fight against foreign invaders!"
"The Sichuan Army announces: We will leave Sichuan to support the war in South China, and we will not return until we defeat the Japanese pirates!"
"The Yunnan Army announced: Protect the country and the people, and attack Tokyo!"
"The Gui army declares: We will sacrifice our lives, put our bodies on the sword, and pour the water of the Yangtze River to destroy the bandits who deceive us!"
At this time, Jiang Cheng stood upright on the roof, lowered his head and looked at the capital city which was like ruins. Wherever his eyes could see, those men, women, old and young who still had life were standing firmly in the cold wind, clenching their fists stubbornly and full of desire to fight.
The hatred for losing their loved ones and homes made them tremble all over, and they wanted to take up weapons and fight immediately.
Zhang Tingshu led the fleet and began to sail down the Yangtze River. All the naval guns were aimed at the Japanese troops retreating from Nanjing and landing in Yuhang, Zhoushan and other places.
Even Okamura Neiji knew that this was a counterattack from China... Even if there was no report from the Special Higher Police, he had heard that the entire southern army was gathering towards the capital.
A decisive battle is just around the corner.
"The future of the empire is decided by us! It's time for us to serve His Majesty the Emperor!"
At his command, the kamikaze pilots, whose heads were wrapped in white cloth and who were ready to die together, ran towards their respective vehicles, their eyes filled with cruelty and madness.
On the Nanjing side, not only the Northeast Air Force, but almost all the aircraft that could still fight were ready and rushed to the battlefield at Jiang Cheng's command.
"The Sichuan Army wants to lead the charge! Let my brothers follow your tanks and set off. We want to let the Japanese know what the consequences will be for those who dare to invade!"
Liu Xiang roared and led his soldiers to rush out of Nanjing first.
The attack horn sounded, and one tank after another started slowly, making a low roar, and the tracks rolled up the dust on the ground.
The infantry followed closely behind in a skirmish line. Their figures seemed small next to the huge body of the tank, but they were full of power.
The Japanese defense line responded quickly, and dense bullets rained down like raindrops, hitting the tanks' armor with clanging sounds.
"Strike, attack! Blast the enemy's firing points!"
Hai Rushong, who was in the lead, shouted wildly into the radio, and the gunners quickly turned the turret and aimed at the Japanese machine gun position. With a loud bang, the shells hit accurately and the enemy's firepower was temporarily suppressed.
At this moment, the Japanese fighter planes were flying at a life-threatening altitude, almost close to the ground.
The machine guns under the belly of the tanks fired crazily at the infantry in the tank group... However, almost when the troops were about to be damaged, the fighter planes of the Northeast Army arrived. They aimed at those planes and began to rush and fire continuously.
"Long live the Emperor!"
The Japanese planes were too close to the ground, and they didn't even have the chance to parachute after being hit. All they could do was grit their teeth and launch a suicide attack on the charging infantry group with the attitude of dying together.
"What a reckless devil!"
One after another, the planes crashed, and the explosions overturned the tanks and affected the infantry who had no time to dodge.
The Japanese ground resistance was also stronger than expected, and the temporary anti-tank artillery positions began to attack them. "Drop incendiary bombs, our artillery, cover the exposed positions with fire!"
Jiang Cheng gave an order.
The bombers following closely behind the fighter planes immediately received orders to dive continuously towards the exposed positions and drop deadly incendiary bombs.
The flames, which were as high as several hundred degrees, instantly turned the devils in the fortifications into charcoal.
After several rounds of attacks, all anti-tank artillery positions were destroyed.
Liu Xiang ordered his men to lead the infantry to advance quickly while taking advantage of the smoke. They used the cover of tanks to continue approaching the Japanese defense line.
The turret was bombarding, while the infantrymen held up their guns and fired at those infantrymen who were trying to rush forward with grenade launchers or explosive packs.
The battle entered a white-hot stage, with smoke filling the battlefield and shouts of killing deafening.
The tanks and infantry covered each other and pressed forward step by step. The Japanese resistance became weaker and weaker... The Japanese commanders in the rear realized that they might have to continue retreating.
"These damned China people, when did they become so united and powerful?"
"God, we must win the final victory!"
However, despite their harsh words, they had no choice but to continue retreating.
A Japanese war correspondent wrote in his diary: In the sunlight, white smoke was rising from countless charred objects. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were broken limbs carrying a torn military flag.
After one battle, the 4th and 6th divisions, as well as the Kamikaze Flying Team, were almost wiped out... The Imperial Army suffered heavy losses and was afraid that it would not be able to gain any advantage on the front battlefield.
After this battle, the Japanese army finally realized that the backbone of some nations is so strong that even steel cannot measure it.
And they will have to face hatred and fighting from all corners of China.
Fight, fight between the rivers, lakes and seas, fight across the oceans, let Kyoto, Tokyo, Osaka... and even every inch of land in that island country fight!
I swear to let every cherry blossom be stained with blood, and let these hateful devils taste the feeling of being displaced and losing their loved ones.
At this time, a steady stream of troops continued to arrive from all over the place. Even these once arrogant invaders had never thought that the warlords who had once fallen apart and fought against each other would one day unite and work together.
They thought their weapons were advanced enough, they thought their economic strength was strong enough... Even before the attack, they were still using various gestures of goodwill to try to win over some traitors, point their knives at each other, and help them build the so-called Greater Japan.
But they never thought that the spirit of the Chinese nation came from Nuwa mending the sky, Dayu controlling the flood, Jingwei filling the sea, and Yugong moving the mountains. After thousands of years, it has never faded or changed.
No matter how fiercely we fight in peacetime, once foreign enemies invade, all the Chinese people will unite and fight together until they defeat any enemy who dares to challenge us.
"This time, it's our turn."
In the huge hall, soldiers who had gathered from all corners of the country stood respectfully and solemnly.
Every heroic face is filled with hatred and a strong desire to fight.
Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away they are!
Victory will eventually belong to China!
(End of the book) (End of this chapter)
