Chapter 213 Siege

To some extent, Kagawa has become the focus of the world's attention, because it is located in the middle of the Inland Sea, which is the smallest county in Japan. On the contrary, it has a different meaning for Japan. As long as it controls here, the Japan army can be in a position to attack and defend.

"Kagawa is not allowed to be lost!"

But for the Guards, Kagawa also has extraordinary significance, because the Guards must capture the entire Shikoku Island, and eventually take Shikoku Island as the base, and the navy enters the Inland Sea, thus directly threatening the heart of Japan - Honshu Island.

It is precisely because the mainland is threatened that tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers are still guarding Kagawa, which they can't stick to. Use their own lives to prove their loyalty to the Japanese. Although everyone knows that there are only a few people who can live until the end of the war, they still insist that although after the grain depot was burned, the Japanese soldiers guarding Kagawa County are hungry, relying on the desire to survive and the belief of defending the country day by day.

"When a person is really hungry,"

In the trench outside Kagawa Castle, a soldier nestled in the trench said.

"He eats everything!"

"Have you ever eaten human flesh?"

Someone immediately asked, now they talk most about the opposite instead of the middle [***] team that will attack every day, but food. The three grain depots in the city were burned by the artillery of the middle [***] team with incendiary bombs. The middle [***] team, which is short of shells, seems to want to starve to guard Kagawa. Soldiers and civilians in the county.

"No, I haven't eaten it. I worked in a crematorium in Hokkaido. Working there will soon forget that you are messing with people. If you are disgusting, you can't do the cremation industry. A commoner secretly came to me to burn the human brain.

"Why?"

"I heard that it can cure all diseases."

This dialogue between colleagues surprised Zheng Yuan.

"Cough, cough..."

A violent cough sounded. Zheng Yuan looked in the direction of the cough. He only saw a young man in a school uniform. It was Jianshan, a middle school student of Xiangchuan Middle School. He got sick a few days ago and coughed all day long. His body was very thin. Now because of illness, every Tian could only eat one meal, which made him skinny.

In the words of colleagues, anti-government made Zheng Yuan worry that they would have the idea of eating Ma Shan. At this time, he heard his colleagues whispering again.

"Anyway, he's dying!"

A sudden explosion interrupted their conversation, which also interrupted the soldiers' idea of eating human flesh. Almost at the mouth of the cannon, they immediately poked their heads and looked forward in horror. There were still some limbs hanging between the barbed wire in front of them.

The barbed wire and trenches are their first line of defense to guard Kagawa, and it is also the strongest line of defense. For the first time, they realized the use of barbed wire, even more than cannons. Without these barbed wire, perhaps their defense line would have been conquered by the [***] team on the first day, but what about now?

It's been 15 days!

In the fields of Pingchuan outside Xiangchuan City, the scattered line is in this unobstructed field. Cheng Pengcheng lies under the ridge of the field and aims at the front, and around him, his comrades-in-arms are struggling to dig the shooting bunker with an engineering shovel.

In the Guards, each soldier has a small engineer shovel. Once they stop marching somewhere, they will use this shovel to dig a scattered pit on the ground. After three minutes, they will get a 15cm deep place. In this small pit, soldiers can stretch. The arm will not be hit by roaring bullets, and the soil dug from the pit is piled up in the front and on both sides, forming a low soil to provide better protection.

At this time, although everyone has dug out this scattered soldier pit, no one stopped their movements and continued to deepen their own scattered soldier pit.

The 15cm deep spora pit can be used for soldiers to shoot in a lying position. Soon, a few minutes later, the spora pit became a spora pit for kneeling. After more than ten minutes, the spora pit became a deep pit with a depth of 110 cm, which allowed soldiers to shoot in a standing position and dig from the pit. The earth piled up around to form a chest wall that is enough to resist the enemy's bullets and bullets, and there are also shooting holes in the chest wall, which can make the soldiers aim comfortably.

But at this time, Song Pengcheng, like other people, did not stop the action at hand, and continued to dig to the left. In the evening, all the riflemen were connected by a trench about one meter deep. The trenches of each platoon were connected to the trenches of other platoons, and even dug out cannons. Although there are few cannons, their shells are more abundant than those of the first division.

"A group of ground mice!"

Looking at the trench 100 meters away in the afternoon, he cursed. At the same time, his eyebrows were locked. He realized that maybe the general attack was about to begin. In this way, they suddenly pushed the forward position from 300 meters to within 100 meters.

"Fortunately, there is also barbed wire!"

"We must solve the barbed wire, do you understand?"

He gave an order to Song Pengcheng, and Wei Ze's eyes stared at Song Pengcheng, who was covered with dirt.

"Sergeant Sergeant, don't worry!"

When responding, Song Pengcheng pinned a hook behind him, took a submachine gun in his hand, jumped directly out of the trench, and quickly dragged a rope to the military barbed wire network 100 meters ahead.

When I was in the northeast, the barbed wire in front of the Guard's position was a nightmare for the Japanese army, but now, under Xiangchuan City, the barbed wire in front of this position has become a nightmare for the First Division of the Guards. Because of the difficulties in logistics supply, the shells of the First Division are less and less, and it is impossible to provide firepower to destroy these barbed wire. The army can only use the most primitive method to cut the barbed wire mesh with pliers, but now Song Pengcheng is going to test another way to destroy the barbed wire here.

Bullets roared past Song Pengcheng's side, and he ran left and right to avoid the aim of the Japanese army.

"Ding..."

Suddenly, the metal rubbing sound on the right side of the steel ash only made him feel like an electric shock, and immediately felt a burst of electric current from the temple to the heel.

"I was hit!"

A layer of goose bumps immediately appeared all over his body, and the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head. In an instant, he felt that the battlefield in front of him had become very strange, as if he had just walked out of the tunnel and suddenly saw the scenery outside. The roar of shells was clear to his ears, and the shooting sound of rifles and machine guns. All this seems to have just suddenly sounded.

Before that, Song Pengcheng even thought that he was in a silent world. At this time, the roar of bullets around him made him instinctively fall to the ground. When the bullets flew over his head, he felt how dangerous it was around him. I trembled.

Lower his body as much as possible. Song Pengcheng took off the helmet and took a look. The right side was concave. Under the dark green paint on the helmet, the metal white the size of a finger was exposed. It was not until then that he realized that he was not injured, so he took a long breath and jumped his temples in pain. The head is tightly attached to the ground.

"Next an inch, this head is **!"

In that case, he would now become a corpse lying on this land. Thinking of this, Song Pengcheng only felt afraid for a while. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead and body, and his whole body was paralyzed, and he even had no strength to raise his hand. It was the first time he experienced this kind of danger of almost losing his life. Arrive.

"Why did he stop?"

Zhao Gang, who was lying on the side of the trench, frowned, and Wei Ze was also stunned. Song Pengcheng was not a timid person. How could he stop?

"Wait a minute..."

Wei Ze whispered and stared at Song Pengcheng, but his right hand stretched out. He took a rifle from the hands of the rifleman beside him, and then "clammed" to load the rifle.

Just as he was about to aim, Zhao Gang took a rifle from his hand.

"If... I'll come in person!"

The Guards have the military discipline of the Guards, which is cruel and not too humane. Like this retreat, they are often directly punished by battlefield discipline - death. It is the cruel and impersonal military discipline that has become the foundation of the combat effectiveness of the Guards.

For no reason, at the moment when he put on the helmet again, Song Pengcheng only felt a burst of coldness gushing out from the back spine and looked up at the military barbed wire that was still more than ten meters away.

"Damn it, maybe the grandson is aiming at me with a gun now!"

He thought so in his heart. Although the bullets that had flown by the helmet had been wiped before made him timid, he also knew that he had not many choices, so he jumped up again. Unlike before, this time he approached the wire with his waist as low as possible.

"Puff, puff..."

By his side, the sound of bullets breaking the air and hitting the ground sounded from time to time. At this time, Song Pengcheng was completely exposed to the muzzle of hundreds of rifles.

"Ah..."

With a deep shout, as he approached the barbed wire, Song Pengcheng suddenly accelerated towards the crater next to the barbed wire.

When he locked the iron hook on the wooden beam of the barbed wire and began to pull the rope behind him, there were bursts of noise in the air, and an empty spot in the air was rapidly heading in the direction of Kagawa Prefecture.

Airplane!

Looking at the plane, when the cat dragged the wire rope tied behind the string in the crater, Song Pengcheng couldn't help staring at the plane. At this time, a large white "snowflake" suddenly floated out of the plane, which was a leaflet!

In the past few days, naval planes have always flown up and scattered leaflets, and sometimes they will shoot a string of bullets or drop a few small bombs at the Japanese military positions, which is also an assist. Although this kind of assist does not work at all, looking at the plane in the sky can always make people feel a little confident.

Tens of thousands of leaflets waved wine from the air. The palm-sized white leaflets were like heavy snow in winter. The pieces of paper drifted with the wind and slowly scattered. Finally, some leaflets fell into the trench of the Japanese army. The cat picked up a leaflet in the political source in the trench. This leaflet It's also good to roll paper cigarettes.

But he is still used to taking a look at the contents of the leaflets.

Xiaoquan West Village, who had just taken a photo, looked at the flyer in the sky, grabbed a flyer in the air in his hand and opened it. There was a short sentence written on the slap-sized flyer.

"I can't bear to see the East Asian culture in Kagawa City destroyed by the flames of war, so I advise you with love. You have done your duty and hope you can remember it for the future. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices..."

Persuasion with love!

Koizumi Nishimura sneered coldly that these Chinese people have any human feelings. If there is any other feelings, perhaps it is the real love for them to take the initiative to withdraw their troops now.

Rubbing the leaflets in his hand into a ball, Koizumi Nishimura ordered his assistant to carry the camera and walk towards the shelter in the distance. The shelter for the wounded in Xiangchuan City is located in the primary school, and all the classrooms have become the casualty's. Compared with the hospital, it is safer here. On the day of the attack of the [***] team, the hospital was shot several times. The shell was destroyed.

After entering the school classroom, Koizumi West Village only saw more than 30 wounded soldiers lying on the floor of a classroom, perhaps to leave a place for the seriously injured to lie down. The slightly injured with a leg or shoulder injury had to sit against the wall.

The education is full of blood. This kind of dirty air only makes you vomit, and the seriously injured keep moaning weakly and painfully. The female students in the girls' school run among the wounded. The girl's kimono skirt is full of blood. Through the light, Koizumi West Village can even see the blood running down the floor and facing the room. It was flowing outside, and in the corridor, a doctor and several nurses were sawing the legs of a desperate soldier. After a while, the wounded soldier lost consciousness due to severe pain, and the anesthetic had already run out.

"Hurry up and bandage!"

When the soldier threw the sawed leg into the iron bucket at random, he ordered the nurse, and then turned to another operating table made of desks to operate on another wounded soldier.

When he walked to the next room, he saw that in addition to the running female student, a doctor was bending over to deal with the wounds for the wounded. After dealing with one wounded soldier, he immediately turned to another wounded man, who stretched out his left hand wrapped in bandages and tremblingly pointed to a wounded man beside him and asked.

"Military doctor, look at this person, maybe he is dead!"

The military doctor silently opened the man's eyelids, then leaned his face over, checked his pupils, then unbuttoned his clothes, put his hand into his chest, and then returned to the soldier who had just spoken.

"It doesn't work anymore, does it?"

The military doctor didn't say anything, but directly dealt with the wound of the wounded man. The soldier endured the severe pain of the wound and turned his face, just facing the face of the dead soldier. Koizumi Nishimura saw the soldier staring at the deceased. He didn't know the name of the deceased, nor did he know that he was from. The deceased never said a word to him before his death, but he happened to see him. At this time, he could clearly see his face. He was young and handsome with a few beards on the corners of his mouth. Due to long fighting and fatigue, his white face looked very tired, but now he seemed to be able to be relieved and no longer needed. ...Looking at the soldier, Koizumi Nishimura silently set up the camera stand and took a picture. At this time, he felt that maybe the soldier at this time was the most real.

When he turned to another room, he saw a soldier lying by the door. His lumbar spine had been smashed by shrapnel, while the doctor was dressing his wound.

"Doctor, how long will it take for me to go to the front line!"

And the doctor became very rude, but his tone was full of concern.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at your injury!"

"Will it be disabled?"

"It must be disabled!"

The soldier listened to this and grabbed the doctor's hand and suddenly fell down. Maybe he didn't expect that he would become a disabled person and live like this for the rest of his life.

Finally, the doctor left after treating his wound, and Koizumi Nishimura just glanced at him as he passed by. He saw despair in the eyes of the soldier whose lumbar spine was broken.

But he didn't care. Just as he was preparing to take a picture in another classroom, he heard a shout.

"Someone committed suicide!"

Listening to this shout, he hurriedly ran over and saw a few frightened white-faced students and a few wounded soldiers outside the classroom he had passed by. Koizumi West Village ran over and saw that it was the soldier with a broken waist. He didn't know where he got the bayonet stabbed in his neck, and the blood was like a fountain. The wound was gushing, and the blood mist splashed red spots could be seen on the wall.

"Oh... I really shouldn't have told him!"

The doctor who had previously treated him sighed helplessly, and then continued to treat the other wounded. After just looking for a while, the wounded dispersed one after another. Only the female students seemed to be praying for this person.

Koizumi Nishimura looked at the soldier silently, and suddenly a soldier broke in.

"Quick, all the minor injured should go to the front line immediately! In [***]... In [***], they are about to break through the barbed wire!"

"Boom..."

The dust of the grenade that exploded nearby fell all over Song Pengcheng, and he just patted the dust on his body easily, and then smoked himself. On top of his head, bullets flew horizontally. In the loud gunfire, he could still hear the sound of slogans from the square.

And above his head, the barbed wire squeaked from time to time, and the original upright barbed wire had begun to tilt in another direction.

"One, two..."

Listening to the slogans from the air and thinking about the way the brothers blushed when they pulled the wire rope, Song Pengcheng was just a pleasure.

"You have to add a lot of gas!"

"One, two, three..."

In the trench, dozens of officers and soldiers dragged the wire rope and howled, using the strength to pull the wire rope. The wire rope was tight, and the suddenly tightened wire rope suddenly loosened, only causing these soldiers to fall into the trench deliberately dug to pull the wire mesh.

"It's done!"

Looking at the barbed wire that was dragged ten meters away, Zhao Gang patted the chest wall with a red face, and then shouted again.

"Go on, tonight, we're going to break the city!"

(to be continued)