After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 155 Retreat Again

Jiang Shiyuan and his entourage, escorted by a small group of troops, moved to the vicinity of Dachang Town and rebuilt a simple field hospital.

"Boom——"

A deafening explosion resounded through the sky, and flames shot up into the sky, turning the originally gray sky blood red.

"Quick! Quick! There are wounded people! We need a stretcher here!"

Jiang Shiyuan shouted at the top of his lungs, and even though his throat was swollen and hoarse, his shouts were still ruthlessly drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

"Ayuan, save some energy and go back to rest first!"

Chen Qingyan grabbed Jiang Shiyuan and protected her behind him, shouting anxiously: "If you keep fighting like this, you'll fall too!"

Jiang Shiyuan wiped the sweat and blood off his face. His eyes were red, but he shook his head stubbornly.

"No! I can't leave! There are so many wounded people who need treatment!"

"But..." Chen Qingyan wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by Jiang Shiyuan with a wry smile.

"Ayan, you haven't slept for a whole day and night, we are just like the pot calling the kettle black!"

After saying that, she broke free from Chen Qingyan's arms and ran towards the wounded who needed urgent treatment.

On October 10, the Japanese army, under the powerful fire cover of 24 bombers and dozens of tanks, launched a fierce attack on Dachang Town, attempting to break through the last line of defense of the Chinese army outside Shanghai in one fell swoop.

The black masses of bombers blocked out the sky, like a swarm of giant locusts, casting the shadow of death on the earth.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Bombs fell like raindrops, instantly turning the Chinese army's position into a sea of ​​fire.

"Baga! Kill!"

Amid the deafening shouts and cries of killing, countless Japanese troops, under the cover of tanks, launched a tidal attack on the Chinese army's positions.

The remnants of the 21th Division of the 18st Chinese Army and the 67st Division of the 51th Army, under the command of Division Commanders Zhu Yaohua and Wang Yaowu, fought a desperate battle with the Japanese army that outnumbered them several times.

"Da da da--"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of gunfire, artillery fire and explosions intertwined together to play a tragic symphony of war.

With the determination to die, the Chinese soldiers relied on simple fortifications and used their flesh and blood to resist the frenzied attacks of the Japanese army.

"For the country! For the nation! Fight for it—"

"Today we must die on the battlefield!"

Faced with the iron torrent of the Japanese army, the Chinese soldiers showed no fear. They fought forward one after another, ready to die.

However, in the face of the Japanese army's absolute superior firepower, the Chinese army's resistance seemed extremely tragic and powerless.

After three days and three nights of fierce fighting, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like a river inside and outside Dachang Town.

More than 10,000 Chinese officers and soldiers almost all died on this scorched earth.

"Master! We...we have tried our best..."

A messenger covered in blood staggered to Wang Yaowu and shouted in grief.

"The 51st Division... The 51st Division... was completely wiped out..."

Wang Yaowu was struck by lightning when he heard this. He slumped down in the command tent in front of the trench, his eyes dull, and he muttered to himself, "It's over... It's all over..."

"Commander! Please leave quickly! It will be too late if you don't leave now!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the guard hurried forward to persuade him.

"Leave? Where can I go?" Wang Yaowu smiled bitterly, took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at his temple.

"I, Wang Yaowu, feel guilty towards the Party and the country, and towards my fellow comrades. Today, I can only atone for my sins with my death!"

"Commander! No! No!" The guard was horrified when he saw this and wanted to step forward to stop it, but was pushed away by Wang Yaowu.

"Bang--" At this critical moment, a gunshot rang out and accurately knocked Wang Yaowu's pistol away.

"Who?!" Wang Yaowu's eyes widened with anger. He looked up and saw Jiang Shijia standing in front of him with a pistol that was still smoking.

"Xiao Jiang?!" Wang Yaowu recognized Jiang Shijia at a glance, and frowned, "What are you doing here? Why did you stop me?"

"I'm here to save you!" Jiang Shijia immediately picked up Commander Wang's gun and said firmly, "Commander Wang, you can't die! All the brothers in the 51st Division don't want to see you like this!"

"We must all live well and avenge our brothers who died gloriously for our country!"

At this moment, no one could empathize with Commander Wang as much as Jiang Shijia did.

"Xiao Jiang, you..." Wang Yaowu was so moved that he was speechless for a moment.

"Master! Now is not the time to talk about this!"

"The Japanese army will attack soon, we must retreat immediately!"

"Retreat? Where else can we retreat to?" Wang Yaowu smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Dachang Town has been lost, and the Suzhou River defense line is also in danger. We have no way to retreat..."

"No! We still have hope!" Jiang Shijia pointed to the west of Shanghai on the military map. "As long as we can retreat to the south bank of Suzhou River, we can join other troops and continue fighting!"

Wang Yaowu wanted to say something else but was pulled up by Jiang Shijia.

"Commander, the Japanese pirates are about to reach our headquarters. If we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

On October 10, Dachang Town fell.

The Central Army on the north bank of Suzhou River was attacked from all sides and was forced to abandon the Hucheng North Station and Jiangwan positions and move to the south bank of Suzhou River.

The road of retreat was littered with defeated soldiers and fleeing civilians.

Jiang Shiyuan and Chen Qingyan supported the seriously injured Jiang Shijia and followed the crowd, retreating westward with difficulty.

"Brother! How are you? Can you hold on?" Jiang Shiyuan looked at Jiang Shijia, who was pale, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine..." Jiang Shijia endured the severe pain in his body, pounded his chest, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Ayuan, you don't have to worry about me, I'm in good health!"

But what he didn't tell Jiang Shiyuan was that his internal injuries had worsened under the constant attacks of gunfire and artillery fire in the past few days, and his symptoms of coughing up blood were becoming more and more frequent.

Jiang Shijia could feel that if he didn’t get timely treatment and complete rest, he probably... wouldn’t have much time left.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Japanese artillery fire continued to explode behind them, urging them to speed up their retreat.

"Hurry! Hurry! Everyone follow up!" Chen Qingyan looked back and anxiously urged the people behind him.

They knew they had no time to grieve.

They must survive, and continue to fight for their comrades who have died heroically and for their compatriots who are still struggling!

The task of covering the main force's retreat was undertaken by Xie Jinyuan, deputy commander of the 88th Regiment of the 524th Division of the Chinese Army.

After accepting the mission on the 26th, Xie Jinyuan immediately made a will: "With one gun and one bullet, I swear to fight the enemy to the end; with my last drop of blood, I will take a fair price from the Japanese pirates!"

He then led a delegation of 452 people and immediately entered the Sihang Warehouse on the north bank of the Suzhou River.

They needed to continue to maintain a resistance posture, rely on the public concessions, and hold out for help as the Chinese army was defeated and retreating westwards.

However, Xie Jinyuan's troops only had one machine gun company, three infantry companies and a mortar platoon, and their weapons and equipment and fortifications were extremely scarce and simple.

No one knew how long he could lead the soldiers of the 524th Regiment to hold back the vicious Japanese pirates...