novelhk Chapter 171 Passing the torch from generation to generation
Chapter 171 Passing the torch from generation to generation
171 Passing on the Torch
Minsheng Road, the front line of the 51st Division
boom!
The Japanese artillery shells fell and the wall of a civilian house collapsed.
"Pooh!"
Behind the dust, several heads appeared, holding guns and shooting wildly at the attacking Japanese.
"Where's the bazooka? Hurry up and blow up that damned Japanese tank for me."
A dusty company commander of the 51st Division shouted at the top of his voice.
On Minsheng Road, a two-kilometer-long street, there were more than thirty wreckages of various Japanese tanks and armored vehicles lying everywhere.
All of them were destroyed by the soldiers of the 51st Division using rockets and explosive packs in order to advance quickly.
The Japanese 9th Division suffered such heavy armor losses.
The result they achieved was that it took them half a day.
Along Minsheng Road, they rushed forward for two kilometers and reached the main entrance of the arsenal tunnel where Ye Qingshan was at this time.
It's less than a kilometer away.
The 51st Division commanded by Wang Yaowu suffered extremely heavy casualties in order to block the attack of the Japanese th Division along Minsheng Road.
"Captain, we have no more rockets.
The new rockets have not been delivered yet."
As soon as the company commander of the 51st Division finished shouting, a young soldier behind him bent down and ran over to report.
“Fuck, if there are no rockets, just use Molotov cocktails.
We must blow up this Japanese tank.
We can’t let him pass this intersection. If he goes any further, he will reach the red line drawn by the command center.
We must not let the Japanese pass through this intersection."
The company commander of the 51st Division said with a dark face.
"Captain, I'll take the men with me!"
A young squad leader nearby volunteered to lead the team up.
But he was pulled back by a platoon leader of the National Army next to him.
The platoon leader of the National Army could not help but curse at the young squad leader: "You stinky boy, get back here.
It’s not your turn even if you want to go up.
My platoon has a college student as its monitor, and I can't let you die like this.
You stay here and take care of the other brothers."
As he said this, the National Army platoon leader stuffed the Thompson submachine gun in his hand into the hands of the college student squad leader and said, "Boy, you have been coveting my Thompson submachine gun for a long time.
It’s yours now.”
After the Nationalist platoon leader finished speaking, he looked at the company commander of the 51st Division not far away and shouted, "Company commander, the Japanese tank belongs to our second platoon."
"it is good!"
The college student squad leader wanted to speak again, but was stopped by the Nationalist platoon leader: "Follow orders, have you forgotten what I taught you?"
"Yes!"
The college class monitor gritted his teeth and shouted.
This satisfied the National Army platoon leader.
The National Army platoon leader turned around and said, "Monkey, Ouyang, Lao Zheng, let's go.
Let's go do something big, old brothers."
“Hey, old man, I knew you wouldn’t abandon me.
You can't do anything without me."
A lean and dark old soldier came running over with a bent back and said with a nasty smile.
Then, several other veterans came over.
Many of these veterans were injured.
They each carried a Molotov cocktail and explosives.
These veterans are almost the only ones left in this company of the 51st Division.
Several people gathered together, looked at each other and smiled, and they all seemed to understand the intention of the platoon leader's arrangement.
"set off!"
The veterans didn't say anything extra. After getting ready, they immediately rushed out along the wall.
"Cover them!"
The company commander of the 51st Division roared and everyone opened fire.
Shoot at the devils outside.
However, the Japanese soldiers outside also knew that they could not let the enemy get close to their tanks.
Dense bullets were fired at several veterans who rushed out.
The veterans fell one by one.
Finally, the last platoon leader used all his strength to throw the Molotov cocktail in his hand onto the Japanese tank.
In an instant, the Japanese tanks were covered in flames.
boom!
A moment later, there was an explosion.
However, the Kuomintang platoon leader was hit by several bullets and fell to the ground.
In his mind, he recalled the conversation between himself and the company commander before the war.
"As for Lao Sun, more than half of the new recruits your platoon received survived these few battles.
You are a great leader of troops."
"Oh, Captain, don't praise me like that.
I'm embarrassed.
Actually, I discovered that there are quite a few talented recruits in our platoon.
Among them, there is a college student.
His brain just works well.
When we were dealing with the Japanese before, he helped us come up with many ideas.
Now, I have promoted him to squad leader."
"Do you want him to take over your job?"
"Yes, Captain.
If I die, I will rest assured that the boy will lead us in the platoon."
This is the old rule of each company of the 51st Division.
These veteran platoon leaders are all grassroots officers. They have to fight on the front lines and their death rate is very high.
They know that one day they may die on the battlefield.
Therefore, they will select suitable "successors" from their subordinates in advance.
Scenes of memory flashed back before the eyes of the veteran platoon leader.
"The enemy tank exploded. Everyone, follow me!"
At this time, the company commander of the 51st Division saw that the Japanese tanks were destroyed and immediately ordered a charge.
The college class monitor, Wang Yuan, was the first to rush out, firing wildly with his submachine gun.
"Platoon commander, platoon commander!"
Wang Yuan, the college squad leader, rushed over and looked at the old platoon leader with three bullet holes on his chest and blood gushing out of his mouth. He was also very sad.
He hugged the old platoon leader and burst into tears.
Their school has been suspended since the Japanese invaders captured Nanjing.
Then, as an admirer of Ye Qingshan.
Wang Yuan and several classmates joined the militia organized by Ye Qingshan in the city after two days of simple training.
Each of them was given an old water-soft rifle and ten bullets and sent to the front line.
As the first batch of new recruits assigned by Ye Qingshan to the 51st Division, many of them died after several battles.
But Wang Yuan survived and witnessed the cruelty of war.
Moreover, during the combat, his quick wit and decisiveness were noticed by the old platoon leader, who promoted him to squad leader.
The old platoon leader had always been like a father to him, caring for him, although he could be very strict with him sometimes.
But Wang Yuan knew that it was also good for him.
However, the old platoon leader whom he respected was about to leave him.
"Cry... cry your ass off."
The old platoon leader suddenly regained consciousness, glared at the crying Wang Yuan, and cursed him.
After hearing this curse, the blood in the old platoon leader's mouth gushed out like a fountain.
The old platoon leader also reached the last moment of his life.
At the last moment, the old platoon leader used all his strength to grab Wang Yu'an's hand, staring at him with wide eyes, and roared: "Kill the devils, go!"
After yelling, the old platoon leader breathed his last.
"My old friends, I'm here to find you."
There was a lingering smile of relief on the old platoon leader's face.
From the Battle of Shanghai to the Battle of Nanjing, the old platoon leader watched his comrades die one after another.
In the end, only a few of them were left as lonely veterans, and he had long been tired of the war.
Death may be a relief for him.
"what!"
Seeing the old platoon leader dead, Wang Yuan stood up with a roar, holding the submachine gun left to him by the old platoon leader.
They rushed forward madly and fired wildly at the Japanese.
"Die, die! Damn Japs, all of you, go to hell."
The thought of revenge filled Wang Yuan's entire mind.
Finally, the Japanese attack was repelled, leaving corpses of soldiers from both sides scattered all over the ground.
At this time, Ye Qingshan happened to be in the rear, watching this tragic urban blocking battle through a telescope.