"No need for close combat! Fire from a hundred meters away!"

Zhang Yong's words are concise and to the point.

Then prepare ammunition.

Behind the 88th Division's defense area is the Suzhou River.

Is there a river?

That would be much more convenient.

Arrange delivery directly.

Soon, a mediocre small steamer appeared and delivered a large amount of ammunition.

Not only is it enough to replenish your own troops, but it is also enough to replenish the 88th Division.

The 88th Division does not lack weapons. It just lacks ammunition.

"What is that?"

"ammunition?"

Xie Jinyuan and others suddenly felt energetic.

Has ammunition been replenished? Or is it shipped by ship? A full ship?

I immediately felt less sleepy.

Weapons and ammunition are the first priority of a soldier. They are much more important than sleep.

"Replenish ammunition."

Zhang Yong ordered the small steamer to dock.

In fact, the transportation volume of small steamers is not large. It is only 300 tons.

The main reason is that the Suzhou River is shallow and large transport ships cannot travel.

However, three hundred tons of ammunition is quite a lot. It can instantly revive the 88th Division at full strength.

Of course, it's just about ammunition. In terms of personnel, we have to find another way.

Replenish troops from the concession? Recruit on site?

It seems possible...

But, that's for the future.

Now, let's deal with one squadron of Japanese invaders first.

Fire the gun yourself.

Uses 81mm mortars.

Assisted aiming.

emission.

"boom!"

The shells fell accurately.

There was an explosion inside the ruins. It was a mess all of a sudden.

One red dot disappeared and he was killed on the spot. Later, another red dot tried to move.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A brief gunshot.

The Japanese invaders were killed.

As long as the Japanese invaders are exposed, disaster awaits them.

Because the 88th Division needed to rest, Zhang Yong planned small-scale battles to gradually eliminate the surrounding Japanese invaders and expand the safe zone.

Now, the 88th Division is compressed in a very narrow area and is easily covered by Japanese artillery fire. It is very dangerous. The front must be pushed out.

This is what he's best at.

Zhang Yong knew exactly where the nearby Japanese invaders were and how many there were.

The next thing to do is to clear the target.

Bombard one by one.

It's best to be killed on the spot.

Even if they are not killed, the Japanese invaders must be driven away.

As long as the Japanese invaders were exposed, they would be shot to death immediately.

The 51st Division's special operations battalion are all the best ones selected by Wang Yaowu. Their marksmanship is definitely not bad.

Zhang Yong had given Wang Yaowu a batch of ammunition before. Some of it would definitely be used for training to improve the overall shooting level.

For soldiers with shooting talent, they will definitely get more bullets.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Intermittent shooting.

The Japanese invaders were shot to death one by one.

"Baga!"

"Kill Jiji!"

"Kill Jiji!"

The Japanese invaders soon realized something was wrong.

If he continues like this, he seems to be dying in vain.

This is of course unacceptable. Therefore, they decisively chose to launch an attack.

More than a hundred Japanese invaders, carrying Type 38 rifles, sneaked forward inside the ruins. Using the cover of the ruins, they tried to penetrate the national army's defense line.

Just at this time, night gradually fell.

There were no lights on the battlefield. The water and electricity had been cut off for a long time.

The people who survived had fled long ago. They poured into the concession and became refugees in the concession.

On the other side of the Suzhou River, in the concession, the lanterns were coming on.

Turn your head and you can even see the flashing neon lights.

In Shanghai in 1937, neon lights had already appeared. There were more in the concession.

Feeling.

Inside and outside the concession, there are really two worlds!

Outside the concession, there is a bloody and cruel battlefield.

In the concession, singing and dancing are peaceful, and the years are quiet. People are drunk and happy, and they play and sing every night.

Suddenly I felt that I was a gladiator in the Colosseum, fighting ferocious beasts.

The audience is the world powers.

Including British, Americans, French, Germans...etc.

They were watching the excitement inside the concession.

For them, the Zhabei battlefield is an exciting stage.

Every day, Chinese and Japanese people put on exciting shows here. They just need to move their stools, sit down, and watch the show.

On the stage, they didn't care who won or lost or who was killed.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

I could vaguely hear the sound of a camera shutter.

There were also intermittent flashes of light. They must be reporters from world powers.

Compared with the much-anticipated Spanish battlefield, the war in the Songhu area is not very attractive. However, it can also attract some reporters.

Mud...

Zhang Yong secretly felt aggrieved.

Weak China, this is how we are treated.

Everything that happens here, in the eyes of others, is nothing more than a live broadcast.
To be continued...