On November 6, 2016, the 26th year of the Republic of China, in the early morning, the rain stopped and there was no wind. The sequelae of night rain began to appear, forming large patches of morning mist.

In the south of Songjiang City, the 107th Division has three main ferries on the north bank of the Huangpu River, which is responsible for from west to east, namely Jinhebang, Mishidu and Desheng Port. The 107th Division is under the jurisdiction of the 319th Brigade, two brigades of the 321st Brigade, and two brigades of the 319th Brigade, and two brigades of the 637,638th Corps where Hu Yi is located is under the mission of defending Desheng Port.

Desheng Port is located on the Huangpu River ten miles southeast of Songjiang County. Hundreds of high and low buildings are closely clustered together. A small street passes through the town from north to south, and a dirt road at the north end leads to the Songjiang River. The southern end of the small street is Desheng Port Wharf. The town is surrounded by large scattered paddy fields and crisscrossing ditches. The half-moon-shaped guards Desheng Port on the turbid Huangpu River. I got the news of the Japanese army landing the day before. The residents had already run away, leaving only a quiet empty city, sleeping in the morning fog and not yet awake.

The outpost was a recruit, exhausted by the marching in the rain overnight. He was wearing a wet gray military uniform and a wet rifle. He walked on the wet street with wet cloth shoes, making a slight sound. Muran stopped and his eyes passed through the fog on the street, and found that there seemed to be someone shaking at the end of the street.

"Who! Which part?" The sentry's hoarse and loud voice echoed on the quiet street and disappeared into the fog. After a moment of silence, a crisp response, with the sound of wind breaking the silence with the sound of the torn air, piercing the sentry's chest, and the remaining momentum hit the brick walls on the street, splashing a piece of debris. It was the Japanese - the gunshot suddenly became noisy, and the howling god of death began to penetrate the misty street.

Shuttle back and forth, smashing tiles, penetrating window edges, or jumping on the ground of a small street made of gravel, occasionally wiping out sparks, and from time to time, it awakens the sleeping town completely with painful groans. The 638th Regiment had just arrived at Desheng Port and was hitting a vanguard of the 6th Division, which had just landed on the shore. No one was prepared for the accident. In the surprised expressions of both sides, the battle started in disorganized manner.

"Report, we encountered the devil."

"I'm not a deaf person, how many Japanese are there?"

"have no idea."

"I don't know if you're going to report it! Let the first battalion hold on to the front, the second battalion quickly enter the city to seize the high point and key points, and the third battalion immediately goes to the river bank on both sides of the town to set up defenses."

"Yes!" The messenger spread his legs and disappeared into the fog with the commander's order.

The third company commander pressed the order of the first battalion commander, carried the shell gun, and led the third company out of the street and into the alley. "Hurry, hurry up, the second row will touch me along the alley, and keep touching me the distance from the sight of the Japanese. The first row is responsible for occupying the house, and the good position must be occupied in front of the Japanese."

"Which position is the right position?" A rank leader led the team to run and turned around and asked the company commander in a loud voice.

"I care about your mother's position. A good position is to beat the Japanese!" The third company commander replied casually to the commander of the row. When he turned around, Mr. Wang led the third row and followed his butt, and then opened his mouth: "Well, you three rows..."

Wang Laozi immediately interrupted the company commander: "We are the third platoon responsible for protecting the company."

The third company commander was so angry that he came to the scene when he remembered what happened last night. He forced me to pay it back. He even let my gun go away. Now, you, Mr. Wang, have a shy face and want to protect the "company"? A company commander, a guard and a communications soldier. Where did the company? Protect a bird? He raised his hand to point at a two-story building in front: "Did you see, that's your third row of positions, please keep them for me."

Wang Laozuo looked along the company commander's finger. A small building appeared and disappeared in the fog. Although it was only two floors, it stood in a low residential area with cranes standing proudly everywhere. The sky killed me, I want to send me to heaven...

The gunshots on the street became increasingly dense, and the machine guns of both sides began to sound. Wang Laozuo kept cursing something in a low voice and led three rows to quickly run towards the building. As the distance shortened, the building became clear. The first floor was like the ordinary houses around it, with brick and stone structures, but a wooden second floor was connected to the roof with windows on all sides. A southern roof was designed, with a small area upstairs and downstairs. Speed ​​up and turn around the alley and reach the corner of the wall on one side of the building. I saw the door of the building. A few figures suddenly popped out from the corner on the other side of the building!

Wang Laokao's heart suddenly sank. Because he was running around himself, he could not stop. He resolutely threw himself forward and slid directly behind the low wall opposite and lay on the ground.

The big guy, Zhao Yong and the stupid guy kept following the platoon leader in front of him, and when they saw that the platoon leader had reached the corner of the wall, they fell and flew out without turning. They were stunned at the corner, and turned to find that someone was rushing out on the other side of the building. The big guy and Zhao Yong poked there and started pulling the bolt. All this happened in an instant. Before the silly guy could recover, he felt a sudden force behind his waist, and a sudden pain. He screamed and fell and flew out and rolled down to Old Wang.

In fact, when he was about to get close to the corner of the small building, Hu Yi, who was running at the end of the team, whispered to Mr. Wang, wanting to remind him to stop. The small building is not far from the dock. Although there is fog now, the Japanese may have discovered this commanding height and may also seize it. Hu Yi's gun bolt had been opened before approaching the small building. Unfortunately, Mr. Wang was cursing the third company commander like a demon, a little lost. He didn't hear Hu Yi's greeting behind him.

The moment Wang Laozuo fell from the corner in front, Hu Yi made the worst plan. Wang Laozuo's seemingly strange horse-style fall was the instinctive reaction of a veteran in a critical moment, and Hu Yi could see that. Although the big guy and Zhao Yong had participated in several battles on Jinpu Road, they had little experience and didn't understand at all, let alone the stupid guy.

Hu Yi kicked the dazed silly boy in front of him at the first moment, twisted his left shoulder to the corner of the wall, poked half of his upper body, pressed his butt tightly against his right shoulder and pressed his cheek, and quickly lifted the muzzle up and exhaled. His slightly narrowed eyes, concave looking mountain, straight sight, and the figure on the opposite side... It seemed... it was also a gray military uniform... This was a moment. Before the big guy and Zhao Yong pulled the bolt, Hu Yi's trigger under his right index finger was about to pull to the end...

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Your own people, your own people."

Hearing the shouts from the opposite side, Wang Lao poked the fire and jumped out from behind the low wall: "I'll fuck you, a row of turtles, are you ghosts?"

The person in front was also scared by Hu Yi's gun and the trigger that had already been deeply trapped, and said calmly: "I wanted to occupy this second floor to be a firepower point, but I didn't know you are here."

Mr. Wang replied angrily: "At such a critical position, the company commander has given us the responsibility of the third platoon. You guys get out of here quickly."

The silly boy got up with a grin and covered his waist and looked at Hu Yi: "Why do you always kick me? If you have the will, you can try kicking the big guy."

Zhao Yong thought about the scene just now and couldn't help but feel a little scared. Afterwards, he calmed down and thought about it. In the moment, everyone's reaction was seen. Old Wang was so quick to do it. He was really amazing. He could just fall and fly to a dead corner. At that time, he really thought he had stepped on the watermelon skin, so he almost shouted good for him. He was worthy of being an old fried dough stick. Hu Yi, who was running at the end and unknown, was actually the only one in the audience who was about to shoot.

While he was still rushing to pull the bolt with the big guy, and the guy was already killing him. He was as alert as a wolf. How did this thing not human? It seems that it would not be as simple as the supervision team. Wang Lao Kuo must have known more background. Seeing the foolish boy complaining about Hu Yi, he thought that the fool is a fool. He didn't know how to be blessed. He would rather kick him just now, and he would have to say thank you later.

I looked carefully upstairs and downstairs. The brick wall on the first floor was quite thick. There was a square opening in one corner of the ceiling. A wooden staircase was built against the wall to connect the opening to the second floor. The second floor was basically wooden structure, and it was estimated that the house was built twice. Hu Yi stopped the big man from opening the window, but observed the pier south through the corner of the broken window. It was about 400 meters away from the pier, with a large house between them. It was foggy and I couldn't see the details of the pier.

Wang Laoxiao asked Zhao Yong to look at the door on the first floor and told the silly boy to find furniture and boards to block the window on the first floor. Then he climbed up to the second floor and observed it through the window, then sat on the ground and took out a cigarette and lit it. "The position is a little higher, so I can only use the black gun to fight in front of me. Now that the fog is so big, I can only hear the gunshots, and I can't see the ghosts at all. This time I even saved the black gun." Wang Laoxiao seemed to be talking to himself and asking for Hu Yi's opinion.
Chapter completed!