My girlfriend is from 1949

To not damage this largest metropolis in the Far East, yet to eliminate the Kuomintang reactionaries within it, is like trying to find a hidden rat inside a porcelain vase.

Now that the Kuomintang reactionaries have been defeated, the liberation of Shanghai is a foregone conclusion.

How to protect the industrial facilities without harming the city's residents became a crucial issue.

After nearly two weeks of fierce fighting, the People's Liberation Army has basically eliminated the Kuomintang troops stationed in the Pudong area.

They also captured Hongqiao, Longhua, Zhenru and other places in Puxi.

The 23rd, 27th, and part of the 20th Army of the Third Field Army gradually pushed the battle line to the Suzhou River, and the Shanghai Campaign entered its final stage of attack.

Faced with the People's Liberation Army's powerful offensive, the Kuomintang troops stationed along the Suzhou Creek attempted to use bridges, tall buildings, and other structures to create a network of firepower and hinder the PLA's advance.

Thus, the banks of the Suzhou River were engulfed in war, and the Waibaidu Bridge area became the biggest obstacle on the road ahead!

Waibaidu Bridge is a riveted steel structure bridge located at the mouth of the Suzhou River.

Having weathered many storms and vicissitudes, it is one of the iconic buildings of Shanghai.

Because Waibaidu Bridge is a vital passage controlling the northward route from the Bund to Hongkou and Yangshupu, it became a strategic location heavily guarded by the Kuomintang reactionary army.

The Kuomintang troops who retreated from Pudong occupied the Bund Park at the southern end of the Waibaidu Bridge.

Relying on full American equipment, they concealed themselves inside the fortifications and occasionally fired wildly towards Zhongshan East Road in the southwest of the park.

This resulted in an innocent bystander being killed by the indiscriminate barrage of bullets.

They went completely mad in the end, disregarding everything else!

Meanwhile, the People's Liberation Army had already reached the other side of the bridge and was ready to launch an attack.

The two sides faced each other across the bridge, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The Kuomintang reactionaries hid behind tanks and sandbags, closely monitoring the situation on the other side.

As darkness fell, dinner was delivered to the front lines.

Two steamed buns per person was considered a very good meal for these soldiers.

A soldier took the already cold steamed bun, leaned against the back of the tank, and eagerly put it in his mouth and took a big bite.

He was chewing heartily, and his face showed pure enjoyment.

Being able to eat steamed buns is already a blessing.

That is, they were given steamed buns only because a major battle was imminent.

Before, I could only drink porridge that was a little thicker than rice water.

Click!

Ouch!

The soldier covered his left cheek, his face contorted in pain.

"Ptooey! Ptooey!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, along with a broken tooth.

It moved its mouth and spat out several more pebbles.

The largest pebble was about the size of a mung bean and was mixed with sand.

Immediately, a chorus of curses erupted from the battlefield.

The Kuomintang reactionaries, from top to bottom, are desperately greedy for money; they are rotten to the core!

How serious is greed for money?

Mixing sand and gravel into grain is already considered having a conscience and a bottom line.

At least, aside from the sharp sand and gravel, we can still eat food, right?

Even more outrageous, you had to bribe the quartermaster to get more ammunition.

If the frontline artillery units want shells, no problem, they can just buy them.

Moreover, the price was clearly marked: two gold bars for ten cannonballs.

If you don't pay, you'll receive an empty box.

Artillerymen without shells are less effective than recruited laborers.

The transfer of wounded soldiers was even more horrific.

The hospital had no medicine or food; it was all sold off by the logistics officer.

The security team not only failed to help, but also sold hundreds of wounded soldiers who were climbing the railway tracks to try to go home to work as laborers.

A life for only two silver dollars.

Within the Kuomintang army, they even changed their military song to "Fighting relies on American weapons, making money relies on transportation!"

It is clear that the Kuomintang was rotten to the extreme at that time, so how could the soldiers have any morale?

If it weren't for the supervisory team behind us, we could have stayed and made a living.

Those soldiers who were forcibly conscripted and tortured have long since run away!

Just as the soldiers were cursing their superiors for not treating them like human beings.

One of the soldiers was stunned, and he faintly heard strange noises coming from the air.

Immediately afterwards, more people heard strange noises.

What was that sound?

"You heard that too?"

"It sounds like it's coming from under the bridge!"

The soldiers looked puzzled, forgetting to eat the steamed buns they were holding.

They all strained their ears, searching for the source of the sound.

Soon, just five meters ahead, a strangely shaped object with propellers at its four corners flew up from under the bridge.

"What is that?"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces beaming with delight.

Very few people know anything about helicopters.

Even the officers had never seen it, let alone the ordinary soldiers.

They all looked puzzled, as if they were watching a peculiar spectacle.

I don't understand how this strange thing flies.

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Some people are happy, while others hear the sound of the fuse burning.

Below this strange thing, a long fuse was trailing behind.

And it's still burning.

Above the fuse was a ten-pound explosive charge!

Although they didn't recognize the drone, they did recognize the explosive charge.

Immediately, fear appeared on everyone's face.

On the other side of the bridge, two kilometers away, a young female soldier was intently operating a drone.

Following orders, Wang Ying controlled an agricultural drone with a payload of 20 kilograms to take off.

Below the drone, a ten-pound explosive charge was secured with wire.

Based on numerous calculations, combined with the drone's flight speed and the distance to the target, Li Yiming determined the length of the fuse.

If we arrive at the designated time, we can destroy the target.

It's safer than installing a bomber.

After all, a grenade launcher needs to fly over the enemy's head.

At such close range, there's a high probability of being shot down.

Once it's lost, it will fall into the enemy's hands.

But explosive charges are different. Once the fuse burns out, the plane will be blown to pieces regardless of whether it crashes or not.

At most, it was shot down prematurely and failed to destroy the target.

But no one else should get a sample.

Even if someone brings it up afterward, as long as you deny it to the death, what can you do without evidence?

Moreover, neither the US nor the Soviet Union would have believed that the impoverished People's Liberation Army could build small aircraft.

Wang Ying saw the situation on the other side through the drone's camera and quickly reported: "Captain, the drone has locked onto the target."

Li Yimin ordered in a deep voice, "Blow up the tanks!"

"Yes!" Wang Ying controlled the drone and landed it directly next to the tank's turret.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding soldiers hurriedly shouted in terror and fled.

They don't recognize drones, but they do recognize explosive charges that are about to explode!

Only three seconds passed.

boom!

With a loud bang, the cannon barrel twisted, and a tank was completely destroyed.

Immediately afterwards, another drone carrying explosives destroyed another tank.

The Kuomintang reactionaries, in a fit of madness, actually blocked the bridge with tanks, attempting to hinder our army's advance.

Unfortunately, these tanks, which were originally intended to inflict heavy casualties on our army, were instantly reduced to scrap metal.

Li Yimin operates a drone, looking down at the entire bridge.

He shouted the order: "Blow up all the enemy's artillery pieces positioned at the bridgehead!"