Traveling through 1937, starting from the Battle of Songhu

Chapter 248 The Japanese have been preparing for a long time to bombard

On the top of the cliff, Gu Changfeng became more and more uneasy and kept staring at the number of people coming up.

There are more than 4600 prisoners of war in total, and more than a thousand of them have not come up yet. Judging from the situation, it will take at least three trips.

However, he also knew that the prisoners of war were already moving very fast even if they risked sending two of them, but he was worried that the Japanese would make some moves.

It had been a long time since the Japanese support arrived, and he didn't believe that the Japanese had sent two battalions and puppet troops up the mountain.

Thinking of this, Gu Changfeng's uneasiness grew stronger. He went straight to Han Lin and said, "Leave a few hundred soldiers here to continue, and the others will go down the mountain from the side first. I don't feel well."

He always had a pretty accurate sense of crisis, especially when the Japanese were still silent.

Han Lin glanced around, seeing the dense crowds of people. He thought for a moment and nodded, "I'll make the arrangements."

Although some people have moved to the valley, the platform is still surrounded by people and is indeed not very safe.

Han Lin's organizational skills were quite good, and soon the prisoners began to leave the cliff one after another.

Gu Changfeng felt relieved as he looked at the gradually decreasing number of prisoners of war and turned to look for Zhao Ziqing.

"How's the harvest?"

Zhao Ziqing was still setting up a defensive position at this time. When he heard Gu Changfeng's voice, he turned his head and took a look, and said casually.

"There are only more than 300 devils. You can count them yourself."

Gu Changfeng was speechless. What did he mean by "calculate it yourself"? The Japanese had also suffered losses. How the hell could he calculate it...

Rumble!

At this moment, grenades fell from the sky and landed on the large platform on the top of the cliff.

Limbs flew everywhere on the platform in an instant, and the prisoners of war who had not had time to evacuate suffered. Hundreds of people were killed or injured in the first round of shelling, and some were directly thrown to the bottom of the cliff and were on the verge of death.

The second round of devils arrived soon.

Rumble!

There was another violent explosion.

"Get out of here quickly!"

Han Lin bent over and roared loudly. He happened to be organizing people to evacuate nearby and barely avoided the two rounds of artillery fire.

But just as he finished speaking, the third round came again.

The Japanese mountain artillery and field artillery had a very fast firing rate. The remaining four or five hundred people on the platform suffered heavy casualties, and screams of agony continued to be heard.

The prisoners who were tied with ropes and in mid-air were also in trouble. The people on the platform who were pulling the ropes were killed by the explosion, and they fell freely.

At a height of seventy or eighty meters, there is no possibility of survival.

Rumble!

In the narrow passage outside the camp gate, the Japanese soldier kicked down without any preparation, and the violent explosion instantly knocked down a group of people.

The power of this mine is not comparable to that of ordinary mines, and the Japanese were standing densely. After several mines exploded, several front-line squads of the Japanese were almost wiped out.

Zhang Guofu was still in shock, but when he heard the noise behind him, he immediately remembered what Gu Changfeng had said.

"You idiot, bring over what Commander Gu gave me. I want the devil to be buried with me."

Zhang Guofu roared, awakening all the dazed prisoners of war.

The prisoner named Erlangzi took a few quick steps and hurriedly handed the things in his arms to Zhang Guofu.

The detonator was relatively simple, and Zhang Guofu didn't do any other fancy operations. He just put it on the ground and pressed it.

In an instant, there was another earth-shaking explosion outside the camp gate, and a large amount of rocks fell into the passage.

The devils were careful enough, but they didn't expect that there was explosives above their heads.

Now, dozens of them were killed by stones and the passage was blocked by a large number of stones.

The Japanese squadron leader in the rear was frightened and turned around and ran away with his troops.

Near the top of the cliff, the Japanese were not satisfied with just blowing up the platform and began indiscriminately bombing the surrounding area.

Zhao Ziqing and Wu Mazi reacted quickly and organized the soldiers to move as soon as the shelling began, otherwise there would have been unnecessary casualties.

The prisoners of war who were evacuated under Han Lin's organization were already frightened, so they naturally followed Zhao Ziqing and others in their transfer.

After 20 minutes, the Japanese shelling ended.

"Damn it, it's a good thing we drove the Japanese away here, otherwise we would have been dead." Gu Changfeng cursed with lingering fear.

He recognized that this was the Japanese Type 90 75mm field gun, with a firing range of nearly 14 kilometers and powerful enough.

Han Lin also came to Gu Changfeng at this time and said with lingering fear.

"Captain Gu, it's a good thing you told us to evacuate in advance. Otherwise, with the Japanese bombardment, none of us would have survived."

Gu Changfeng waved his hand and urged, "Let's not talk about this. The Japanese shelling should have ended. Go back and check how many ropes are left and quickly pull the people up."

The Japs had been firing rapidly for over 20 minutes, consuming a lot of artillery shells. He didn't believe that the Japs would bring out all the reserves from Lingqiu City.

Han Lin knew the situation was urgent, so he turned around and shouted to the prisoners behind him, "Brothers who are not afraid of death, follow me. There are many brothers waiting for us at the bottom of the cliff."

The Japanese artillery bombardment just now really scared these prisoners of war. Some of them moved their feet but couldn't lift them up.

Zhao Ziqing couldn't bear it any longer and shouted to Huang Zhengkui, "Old Huang, lead the first company and hurry up."

Huang Zhengkui was not afraid of this and immediately organized a company of soldiers to run up the mountain.

Seeing this, Han Lin smiled bitterly, turned around and followed Huang Zhengkui upstairs. Some prisoners of war saw this and gritted their teeth and followed.

On the platform, the prisoners of war who were lucky enough to survive kept wailing.

Huang Zhengkui shook his head. The Japanese grenades were powerful enough that these people were almost all mutilated and had basically no chance of survival.

Medical treatment has not been put on their agenda yet. Simple treatment is no problem, but saving seriously injured patients like these is almost impossible.

"Brother Han, right? Go ask Commander Zhao or Commander Gu for some first aid kits and assign some people to treat these seriously injured people."

Huang Zhengkui still couldn't bear it, after all, the people were still alive, and they were still vibrant lives.

Han Lin said bitterly, "Captain Huang, forget it. Don't waste time. Just give them a final send-off."

He knew very well that even if he took these people with him, they would be at the mercy of fate and the chances of survival would be very small, especially since it would be so painful for them to persist. It would be better to let them go.

Huang Zhengkui stopped talking, turned around and started checking the rope with a company of soldiers.

Fortunately, there were still more than forty logs on the top of the cliff, enough to pull up the first batch.

If the rope is used to pull the person up after he falls, the process will be much faster if the prisoners bring him up.

Soon, with the first company taking action, more and more prisoners of war came over.

People at the foot of the mountain were tied with ropes one after another and slowly ascended.

Da da da!

The sound of fierce gunfire rang out again.

"Damn it, why do these Chinese have such strong firepower?" Kazuo Kishikawa shouted angrily.

He thought that he could come again and completely annihilate these Chinese people with a crushing attitude.

But he didn't expect that the Chinese on the mountain seemed to be unaffected and their firepower was still so fierce.

Kishikawa was in trouble, but Fujita was much more comfortable. The two arrived one after another, and they were facing bullets.

But Fujita had the Imperial Army in front of him, so they were naturally very comfortable as the supervisory team.

Of course, Wu Mazi did not show any courtesy to the puppet army. At that time, his company alone had 92 Type 6 heavy machine guns, 8 M60 heavy machine guns, a large number of Type light machine guns and grenade launchers.

Facing the puppet troops rushing forward, they swept away a large number of them with one sweep.

The puppet army is not like the Japs. They are very weak and do not have the combat skills of the Japs at all.

More than two hundred people died in one round.

Yu Dayuan looked at the brothers who had suffered heavy casualties in front of him, and his heart ached, but he didn't dare to say anything.

You have to know that the Japanese guns are still pointing at them.

Fujita smiled grimly. What he liked most was watching the Chinese beating up their own people. It made him feel refreshed.

These Imperial Army soldiers are disobedient, it's time to teach them a lesson.

Fujita thought secretly in his heart.