Cross the Songhu battlefield and rise to become the most powerful warlord

Chapter 158 Street Fighting Squad

158 Street Fighting Squad

"Damn it, the frontline troops have clearly already breached Jinling City.

Most of the Chinese troops had already fled into the city.

Why, after we entered the city, our troops’ casualties increased instead.”

“Especially the Sixth Mixed Class Luguo Sheng Zhenyi, that idiot.

After entering the city from the Shen Ce Gate, they were actually driven out by the Chinese and suffered the loss of so many soldiers.

This idiot should have committed suicide by disembowelment a long time ago."

The Japanese prince looked at the front line and the casualty data sent in for the day. With a gloomy face, he shouted loudly to the Japanese chief of staff next to him.

"Your Highness, according to the detailed intelligence sent back by the front-line troops.

The top Chinese military commanders in Nanjing City seemed to have changed their tactics.

They no longer held their positions outside the city, and the city walls were still in ruins.

Many of them took the initiative to retreat into the city.

However, after entering the city, our troops were met with a fierce counterattack from them.

The fierce fighting in the city was not what we expected.

The soldiers on the front line were unable to adapt to the situation for a while, which led to a slightly higher casualties.

I believe that with the combat skills of our imperial soldiers, it only takes them a little time.

They will soon be able to adapt to the fighting style in the city, and the Chinese troops in the city will not be able to hold on and will surrender voluntarily.

Now they are like turtles in a jar, at our mercy.

As soon as the first Chinese troop surrendered, many others would follow suit and surrender.

I know these Chinese generals too well."

The Japanese chief of staff looked confident and spoke to the Japanese general Akihiko Watanabe.

“I hope you’re right.

However, the war cannot be delayed too long.

Our logistical supplies won't last long.

The next batch of ammunition and weapons from the country will not arrive until two weeks later.

Otherwise, we had looted a lot of supplies from the Chinese in Shanghai before.

We didn't dare to fight the battle of Nanjing.

Tell the commanders of the troops entering the city to collect more supplies as quickly as possible.

We must fight to support the war and hold out until logistical supplies from our country arrive.

It would be best to defeat the Chinese troops in the city as soon as possible, eliminate their last bit of resistance, and force them to surrender early.

This is the best way,

The Japs are also having difficulties.

"Hi!"

The Japanese chief of staff bowed in response.

…………

Northwest City

boom!

An explosion was heard in a ruined house.

“Bah!

Damn, can you please watch when you throw the grenades?

It almost exploded on me."

A platoon leader of the National Army came out from behind a broken wall, covered in dust and dirt, and cursed at Zheng Quezi and others.

"You don't even know how to give a secret signal. You deserve to be blown to death."

Zheng Guizi kicked the Kuomintang platoon leader.

Then he continued to ask: "How are the Japanese soldiers on the other side? How many are there?"

“Damn it, they’re still holding on there, and it looks like they’re not going to give up those houses easily.

As for the number of people, there aren’t that many.

It should be the size of two small teams.

If there were more people, they would have attacked long ago.

He should be waiting for reinforcements like us."

The Kuomintang platoon leader sat down, took a sip of water, and talked about the situation of the Japanese on the opposite side that he had discovered through reconnaissance.

After hearing this, Zheng Quezi nodded slightly and said, "The locations of these houses are great.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have fought with us for such an entire afternoon."

“In that case, let’s wait until it’s dark and the other teams gather, then we’ll deal with them.

We must take over the two houses opposite before dawn.

In this way, the commanding heights of the two surrounding streets are all in our hands.

If the Japs want to attack again, we have to make them throw more bodies.”

Zheng Quezi was a little tired from standing, so he sat down.

"You little brats, keep your eyes on the other side and don't let the Japanese get close to you."

Zheng Quezi turned around and shouted to the new recruits standing by the window and the door.

"Yes, Captain."

"What about Lao Zheng?

It’s great that you have been transferred by Commander Ye to work by his side.

You insisted on coming back to fight the Japanese on the front line with us. What do you think? "

It's a rare opportunity to take a break during the battle, and the Kuomintang platoon leader couldn't help but complain about Zheng Lame.

Zheng Quezi rolled his pipe skillfully.

"You know shit.

It is indeed safe to work with Commander Ye.

But I always feel uncomfortable. I still like to fuck the Japanese with my brothers.

Besides, my captain's brother-in-law is still here, so I have to help him anyway."

Zheng Quezi explained.

"As for you, I think you are destined to be a hard worker and will never enjoy that happiness."

"Fuck you."

"Look, why are you so anxious?"

Two veterans of the National Army were arguing with each other.

"By the way, what are you doing here after being transferred here by Commander Ye?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? It's a military secret, so keep it confidential."

"Tsk, forget it."

Beep!

Suddenly, a burst of urgent whistles was heard outside, causing the two veteran Kuomintang soldiers to jump up instinctively and stare outside the ruined house.

"It seems that the Seventh Division led by Lao Wei is here."

The National Army platoon leader said.

“Give them a signal not to go through the western intersection.

Go around to the east, there are Japanese fire points on the west side."

Zheng Quezi gave the order.

Not long after, a deputy company commander of the National Army, accompanied by a dozen soldiers, met Zheng Quezi and his men in the abandoned house.

"Oh, Captain Zheng, Platoon Leader Sun, I finally found you."

When the deputy company commander surnamed Wei saw Zheng Quezi and the other man, he immediately greeted them.

"Old Wei, you're too late.

The message I gave you was sent two hours ago.

You are here just now."

Zheng Quezi frowned and looked at the other person, not very happy.

After hearing this, Lieutenant Sun on the opposite side also looked helpless and explained: "Lieutenant Zheng, there is nothing we can do.

The street where our defense zone borders yours has just been cut off by a group of Japanese invaders.

It was our company commander who led his men to drive away the Japs and retake the street.

We have just reopened the passage between our two defense zones.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to make it.”

"The Japanese are also starting to imitate us and play the game of interspersing?"

“Who says it’s not!

These devils are really good at this.

The reaction is really fast.

In the morning, they were penetrated by a wave of troops organized by the regiment commander and annihilated two Japanese squads.

They immediately followed suit and began to organize activities in the afternoon.

Look for the weak points in the defenses between our various defense zones.

These damned little devils are so hard to deal with."

Deputy Sun Lian looked very angry.

"Okay, stop talking about this useless stuff.

Now that you are here, let's talk about how to take over the two three-story buildings opposite."

"I asked you to bring more rockets. Did you bring them?"

"Bring it."

"That's great, let's discuss the plan and take action tonight."

There are still dozens of street fighting teams of all sizes like Zheng Quezi's in the northwest city area.