The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 8 The Great Victory
  "The map you captured has helped us a lot, but since you don't want to join the army, we don't know how to calculate this reward for you..."

"Two sirs, actually rewards and honors are not important. If you can give me some..." Cheng Mo stretched out his hand and twirled his fingers a few times. It was obvious that he just wanted some money.

If he wants to survive in Shanghai, he can't do it without money. Anyway, the national army will be rewarded for killing the enemy.

But Peng Ying raised his eyebrows and pretended not to see it.

"In this way, how about you stay at the brigade headquarters and serve as my staff for a period of time as a non-staff member. I will pay you according to the salary of a major?" In order to keep Cheng Mo, he had exhausted all means and methods.

"Chief Peng, since we are all here, I want to go to the front line to fight the Japanese. It will not be in vain if I risk my life." If you don't pay me, it is more practical to go to the front to kill the Japanese. That is a real virtue. , blessings for future generations.

Besides, how could he give up such a good opportunity to gain combat experience? Although the front line is very dangerous, there is no danger in staying at the brigade headquarters?
  The Japanese planes specialize in bombing important targets like this.

Peng Ying completely lost his temper. To put it bluntly, Cheng Mo just refused to stay and insisted on going to the frontier.

I couldn't help but feel annoyed: "Okay, then you can go back."

"Thank you, Chief Peng." Cheng Mo expressed gratitude and turned to leave. Suddenly something occurred to him and he turned back. "Also, I have a small suggestion, just for your reference, Chief Peng."

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Peng Ying was a little impatient. This was the first time he had encountered a young man like Cheng Mo, and he was not able to get enough of him.

"The Japanese army didn't know that something happened to the plainclothes reconnaissance soldiers they sent out. Why don't we open a hole in the defense line, let the Japanese army in, and then guide their planes to bomb them?"

"This little devil is not blind, how can he be so easily fooled?"

"This depends on whether the false targets we set are realistic or not."

"Once this hole is opened, it will be difficult to plug it back!" the chief of staff hesitated and said.

Cheng Mo stopped talking at this time. He had overestimated the combat effectiveness and execution ability of the National Army. If this were the Communist Party's army and replaced with the current weapons and equipment of the National Army, would the Songhu Battle be fought by the little devil? I doubt that life is possible.

The defeats in the past few days had resulted in huge casualties. The whole brigade was filled with a sense of failure, and morale and fighting spirit were low.

At this time, a victory is most needed to boost fighting spirit and morale.

Peng Ying also understands this truth and is very moved by it.

"Cheng Mo, let's take a rest at the brigade headquarters first and then go back after dawn." Peng Ying saw that Cheng Mo was still standing there, waved his hand and gave an order.

Although this little guy's personality is a bit eccentric, his mind is really flexible and his ideas are extremely bold, a bit eccentric.

Cheng Mo found a corner in the brigade headquarters and slept for two hours. After dawn, he went to the cooking team and asked for three or four steamed buns. While biting them, he followed the road at night to his home position.

At dawn, under the cover of mist, the Japanese army launched a fierce attack on the position of the 524th Regiment with a squadron of infantry in preparation for two rounds of artillery fire.

After an hour of fighting, the 524th Regiment repelled the Japanese attack and suffered many casualties. The bodies were carried down one after another.

The Japanese casualties were quite limited.

When Cheng Mo rushed back, the battle was nearing its end.

The 1st Battalion and 1st Company to which he now belongs was just on the edge of the Japanese attack. The third platoon led by Wu Jianfeng not only held their position but also suffered minimal casualties due to sufficient ammunition.

However, of the twenty-two people in the two squads, only seventeen were left on the battlefield and could still fight.

Last night we killed a leading Japanese soldier together, and they said that when the war was over, they would go home and have a wife. Today, there was no way to open their eyes again.

The battlefield was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood was pungent to the nose and choking the eyes.

There was blood, broken limbs, intestines scattered in the ditch, half of the head cut off, and a look of death.

This was the first time Cheng Mo saw a real battlefield. The tragic scene instantly made his stomach twitch...

Vomiting... Cheng Mo tried hard to control himself from vomiting, but when he saw the corpse of a compatriot who was blown into two pieces, he couldn't help but violently vomited.

This vomiting not only vomited out the steamed buns he had just eaten, but also vomited out all the gall water in his stomach.

"Cheng Mo, are you okay?" Wu Jianfeng came over, patted his back gently, and handed him a kettle.

"It's okay." Cheng Mo gratefully took the kettle and took a sip of ice-cold water, forcing down the discomfort in his stomach.

"The first time I went to the battlefield, I was just like you. I vomited into a mess. My squad leader at the time scolded me bloody, saying that I was a coward and a coward. Later, I heard others say that he himself was not as good as me. Well, it was my first time on the battlefield and I peed my pants!"

"Haha..." After what Wu Jianfeng said, Cheng Mo felt much better. In fact, he was mentally prepared for this, but what he saw on paper was not as good as what he saw with his own eyes.

I finally understand that soldiers are not afraid of war or death, but they want peace more than anyone else.

"Squad leader, the little devils have just retreated temporarily. They will definitely organize an attack..." Before Cheng Mo could finish his words, he heard a "buzzing" sound from the aircraft motor coming from the horizon.

Wu Jianfeng grabbed the captured Japanese telescope on his chest and looked up into the sky. He quickly ordered: "Quick, pay attention to air defense. It's a Japanese plane!"

There was a sudden panic on the battlefield. Everyone ran towards the nearest artillery hole. Cheng Mo followed Wu Jianfeng and hid in a nearby artillery hole.

It is said to be a bombproof hole, but it might as well be a pit with wooden stakes supporting the door panel. Covered with soil, it only has basic protection capabilities. If the bomb falls close, the group will be wiped out under the shock wave of the explosion. possible.

I can only leave it to fate.

But this time, they were quite lucky. The planes did not drop bombs on them, but instead flew in another direction.

Dozens of planes dropped tons of bombs.

Violent explosions were heard, and the rising flames turned the sky red in Zhabei. Such a violent bombing was the largest number of aircraft dispatched by the Japanese army in the past half month. It was obvious that one of them had a target. Bombing plan.

On the roof of the Sihang Warehouse, Sun Jiyuan, commander of the 88th Division, saw this scene and sighed to Zhang Boting, the chief of staff beside him: "Brother Baiting, if these bombs fall on you and me, how many people will survive?"

"I don't know, but the Japanese should not dare to bomb the Sihang Warehouse. As long as a bomb falls on the other side, they will have to walk around without food!" Zhang Baiting pointed to the other side of the Suzhou River and said.

"How's Peng Ying doing there? Do you have a phone number?"

"Reporter's seat, phone number of brigade 262!" A staff officer hurriedly climbed to the top of the building and ran over to report.

Sun Jiyuan quickly turned around, went downstairs, came to his headquarters, and took the phone from the communications soldier: "Hello, I'm Sun Jiyuan!"

"Master, great victory, great victory, the entire squadron of the Japanese army has been wiped out!" Peng Ying said with great excitement on the other end of the phone.

"You, you are talking about a squadron of Japanese troops. The Japanese planes bombed your position just now, so why did you win a victory?" Sun Jiyuan was stunned. With such indiscriminate bombing, he was worried that the 262nd Brigade would suffer heavy casualties. Who knows? This call was not to report casualties or reinforcements, but to report merits. "Peng Ying, don't talk nonsense. I saw it all. The Japanese planes bombed the position where your department is located?"

"Master, it is indeed our position that the Japanese army bombed, but there are no people from our side on the position. It is a squadron of the attacking Japanese army..."

"You let them in on purpose. No, how did you know that the Japanese army would send out planes to bomb, and also happen to bomb your position?" Sun Jiyuan was not a fool, and he immediately noticed something strange here.

"Teacher, we also took a gamble. Unexpectedly, we actually got it right..." Peng Ying said proudly on the phone.

He had a lot to do with this decision, and he didn't even dare to report it in advance, fearing that Sun Jiyuan would disagree because it was too risky.

Once the buttons are torn, the Japanese army will quickly expand the results. What if the Japanese plane does not come, it will be tragic, and how much price must be paid to plug the gap.

And the Japs on the bomber were not blind. Could they just drop bombs without looking at the people on the ground?

Not to mention, they just threw it away.

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