The sun never sets

"boom!"

"shooting!"

"Get down!"

"Get on the roof!"

After a Type A regiment was deployed, with the support of several times more hand-to-hand combat arms, it quickly pushed the battle line to the vicinity of Jinhua Bridge, and killed the Japanese army in the exchange of fire. This made Lin Yongchang, who was watching the battle from several miles away, think: the combat effectiveness of Wang's division in 1900 was very poor, and the Japanese devils in 1900 were completely incomparable to the Japanese devils 35 years later.

Seeing the Japanese soldiers on the Jinhua Bridge falling like wheat, Lin Yongchang waved his hand and said, "Move the machine gun position over there 50 meters to the left!"

Japanese Army Attributes:

[General: Shikataro Kishimoto - Firepower 3, Assault 1, Mobility 2, Siege 0]

【士气：10.18；训练度：110%；职业度：69%；陆军传统：57%；战术：4.3】

Chapter 87: Blade Charge

The Fifth Division was well-trained. When the men in front fell, the men behind would fill in. They always maintained a neat formation. However, the better trained they were, the faster they died in the face of the crossfire of the machine guns. If Lin Yongchang had not had enough bullets, he could have killed all the Japanese with just the machine gun.

Although the artillery used by the rebels was not advanced enough, the firing speed was very slow, and the shooting accuracy was a bit problematic, but the cannon was still a cannon, and its power was definitely strong enough. Those cannons were dragged to the front line and fired round after round at the Japanese, with orange-yellow fireballs rising from time to time. Shrapnel and brick and stone debris flew everywhere, and the soldiers on both sides suffered heavy casualties.

However, because the rebels adopted a skirmish formation, the Japanese casualties were even more tragic. On the other side of the Jinhua Bridge, the ground was covered with blood and broken bodies, and countless Japanese wounded were lying in a pool of blood and screaming. Whether they were hit by machine gun bullets or full-power rifle bullets, even if they did not die, they would lose their combat effectiveness.

"Kill him!"

"Da da da!"

"what!"

"mom!"

No matter how well-trained a soldier is, he will become cowardly if his limbs are broken and he lies in a sea of blood and corpses. Many Japanese soldiers cried out for their mothers in agony. More and more blood flowed from the bodies of the wounded, dyeing the ground a dim red. In some depressions, the blood gathered together and formed small puddles.

One by one, the Japanese infantry squads rushed over, spread out along the river bank, and exchanged fire with the enemy on the opposite side. After five or six hundred casualties, the fanatical morale of the Japanese army was visibly reduced.

The sergeants and majors shouted angrily, asking the soldiers to get up from the ground, "Don't lose face for the Empire of Japan!"

"Stand up straight, it's just a bullet!"

"Show the spirit of Bushido!"

Private Oguri Shun felt that his ribs were about to be broken by the kick. He endured the severe pain and climbed up from the ground. The bullets whizzed and sounded as if they were flying past his ears. "Bang!" A comrade in front of him on the right was shocked and fell to the ground. Oguri Shun took a peek and saw a big hole in Mori Rei's head. Red blood and white brain matter mixed together and flowed out of the broken head.

"boom!"

The shell exploded on the side of the Mercy Hall, shattering one side of the wall. Hot winds blew from afar, and Oguri Shun's pants also became hot, hot and wet. Several of his companions were killed by bullets nearby. In extreme fear, he forgot his fear of the officers and seniors and lay down again.

"idiot!"

The sergeant angrily pulled Oguri Shun up from the ground and slapped him several times, "Bakayarō! You..."

"boom!"

The sergeant's head exploded in front of Oguri Shun's eyes, and brain matter and blood sprayed all over his face. "Ahhhhhhhh!" The young Hiroshima man cried and fell to the ground, howling, and fired wildly at the other side of the river with the Murata rifle in his hand, not even noticing that there was no bullet in the chamber.

The brave officers were riddled with bullets. The enemy had no moral principles and would specifically target officers for attack. The Japanese NCOs and officers suffered heavy losses, and soon there were not enough men to make the soldiers "brave". The war was now being waged in a hell of fire, the Baoding Military Academy said, but the Japanese army had obviously not yet grasped this truth.

During the Sino-Japanese War, the Japanese army was not at a disadvantage in the shooting battles with officers and soldiers, and often used bayonet charges to win. After finding that they were defeated in the shooting battle, Shikataro Kishimoto, who came to the scene, ordered his soldiers to launch a bayonet charge. The commander of the 11th Infantry Regiment brought a whole infantry squadron. The new squadron was a little panicked when they saw the wounded and corpses all over the ground, but after Shikataro Kishimoto gave the order, they immediately raised their bayonets and rushed to Jinhua Bridge.

Soldiers on both sides were lying on the ground firing, and the firepower on the rebel side was much weaker, with only the artillery still firing. After the Japanese reinforcements began to charge, the rebels on the bridge side immediately pushed out the Green guns and heavy machine guns and fired at the bridge.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

Several heavy machine guns were pushed out, and the flames were like whips, lashing the Japanese soldiers on the bridge back and forth, and large bursts of blood splattered. After the Japanese infantry squadron rushed across the Jinhua Bridge, half of them were killed or wounded, and then fell into the rebel soldiers who were several times their number.

The melee troops using spears and swords fought with the Japanese army and the outcome was soon decided. Without protective gear, the hand-to-hand combat exchange ratio was generally around 1:1. Although the 11th Infantry Regiment under the Japanese th Division was well-trained, their numbers were too small. After inflicting an equal number of casualties on the rebel soldiers, all of them were hacked to death on this side of the bridge.

After killing all the Japanese soldiers who rushed over, the volunteers rushed onto the bridge, stepping on the enemy's corpses. The soldiers who rushed over under the hail of bullets ended up in the same situation as the Japanese soldiers before. Hundreds of people were engaged in a bitter battle beside the bridge and were all killed or wounded in less than a quarter of an hour.

Neither side was able to completely suppress the other side. Whoever launched the charge was unlucky, and the situation returned to the situation of shooting. When the fierce battle broke out at Jinhua Bridge, fierce battles also broke out in Hongqiao, Sanchahe and other places. The court built five large artillery platforms, Wei, Zhen, Hai, Men, Gao, and more than 20 small artillery platforms on the north and south banks of the Baihe River. Together with the Dagu Fort at the mouth of the Baihe River, Tianjin City became a military fortress that was easy to defend and difficult to attack if the city wall had not been demolished.

If the city wall had not been demolished and if there were enough troops in the city, even if Lin Yongchang armed all 50,000 troops with guns and cannons, he would not be able to capture Tianjin in a short period of time.

But there are not so many ifs. The number of defenders in the city is not enough, and there are not enough troops in the artillery outside the city. Lin Yongchang has turned on the plug-in, and he can see the number and configuration of the enemy in Tianjin City clearly, so he can make targeted arrangements and separate the enemies in Tianjin City as soon as he starts. He can concentrate several times more troops and technical weapons on each battlefield.

The Japanese troops on the Jinhua Bridge blocked the offensive of the rebels, but they could not block the offensive of the Red Bridge and other directions. Twenty or thirty artillery forts on both sides of the Baihe River fell one after another within two hours after the battle began. Only the Dagu Fort was still holding out. A group of Japanese soldiers were stationed inside and were blocked outside the battlefield by the rebels. They could not get through, so Lin Yongchang ignored them.

Anyway, Dagukou Fortress is a coastal defense fortress, and those heavy cannons are facing the sea, and there is no way to deal with enemies on land. Marshal Lin has no navy, and the few remaining fortress cannons in the fort cannot be taken away, so he puts them aside for now.

Chapter 88 Tianjin

The British had set up concessions in Tianjin for decades, and there were many modern buildings such as churches, Western-style buildings, and warehouses. Those buildings made of cement bricks were the best shelters, and direct artillery fire might not necessarily destroy them. Even if they were destroyed,

Walls only make the environment more complicated.

The rebel soldiers had to fight the Japanese for each building, but fortunately, everyone was still fighting one-on-one these days. Even if the Japanese hid in the house and fired a cold gun, they could only fire two shots at most, and then they would be hacked to death by the angry rebels. The street fighting in the city was bloody. Neither side had automatic firepower, nor many machine guns, and the rifles on both sides were also very bad. It was basically a 46- fight.

The Japanese had the home advantage, they had 6 and the Volunteers had 4. Then the elite troops of the rd and th Regiments entered the city and blew up the Japanese in small houses with grenades. The equipment of the Type A Regiment was similar to that of the Japanese, but they had a weapon for street fighting - grenades!

Facing the buildings occupied by the Japanese, the rebels either dragged their cannons over to blast them, or relied on their numbers to rush over under the cover of rifle volleys and throw a few grenades into the room. "Boom!" After the explosion, all that was left was to rush into the room to finish off the enemy.

Lin Yongchang ordered that the wounded and prisoners of the coalition forces should not be killed at will, and that they should be handled by the headquarters. "We are the people's soldiers. We took up arms and went to the battlefield to defend our country. We are not beasts, nor foreign devils."

In the past, Lin Yongchang was skeptical about similar propaganda. After coming to this world, he took out the things he once doubted and promoted them. It's not that he eliminated his doubts. For a skeptic, the world is uncertain and there is no eternal truth.

The reason why we must always stand on the moral high ground is because of a very simple truth - there is benefit. The same is true for other things. Nothing can be done without benefit. There are personal interests, ethnic interests, and national interests. A person, a family, a group, a class......... As long as it is a collection of people, there must be benefit in doing things.

Why do we need to talk about ideals? Because it saves money…

Why should we overthrow local tyrants and establish farmers' associations? Because this can reduce the profit of middlemen, liberate and expand productivity, obtain more tax revenue, and obtain more soldiers. Why should we promote the people's army to defend the country? Because doing so can inspire morale, not because of justice.

The same is true from the moral high ground. If everyone can abide by the law and become a model of morality, the cost of governing the country and collecting taxes can be greatly reduced. "The law is high, and the results are moderate." When there are too many people, there will always be some bad things. If the requirements are set higher, the effect of execution will be discounted, and the results will be inferior.

If you are not even willing to put up a memorial archway, then you are truly doomed.

Lin Yongchang knew that he was not a good person before, and now he was becoming more ruthless. Just like when he attacked Tianjin, he brought thousands of opium addicts with him. It was not for anything else, but to tie bombs to them at the critical moment, so that they would sacrifice themselves gloriously for the people and the country.

However, the Japanese army's performance was so bad that Lin Yongchang regarded them as the Japanese devils in 1938, so he made a lot of preparations and planned to eat up the Japanese soldiers in Tianjin at the cost of tens of thousands of casualties. However, after only half a day of fighting, the Japanese army suffered more than a thousand casualties, two artillery positions were kicked, and the artillery positions outside the city were also lost, while the rebels suffered less than 3 casualties.

Although the number of casualties was greater than that of the Japanese army, Lin Yongchang had a lot of capital. In order to fight this battle, he mobilized 150,000 people, including 40,000 to 50,000 people in Tianjin. According to today's progress, all the remaining Japanese devils will be able to see Amaterasu before the sun rises tomorrow.

However, at this time, Lin Yongchang was no longer in a hurry. After compressing the remaining Japanese soldiers into two core areas, he slowed down the pace of the attack. It was about to get dark, so he had to tighten the fence first to prevent the Japanese from escaping in the dark. He would wait until tomorrow to see them off.

The rebel soldiers piled all kinds of messy things on the streets, lit bonfires at important intersections, and arranged sentries in commanding heights and various buildings to ensure that no Japanese devils could escape. Although there was no large-scale attack at night, Marshal Lin had too many troops, so he still launched small-scale attacks on the Japanese from time to time, and the cannons pushed over would fire every now and then, blowing the crowded Japanese soldiers into the sky.

Of course, the most important thing was not forgotten. The mobilized civilians and Tianjin's laborers transported away the piles of guns, ammunition and other things overnight. Lin Yongchang not only wanted arms, he wanted everything in Tianjin!

Machinery, equipment, livestock, carts, cloth, salt, food...anything that can be transported should be transported away!

After the soldiers recaptured Tianjin, they defended it to the death. However, Lin Yongchang did not want to defend Tianjin. It was too close to the port. Without dozens or hundreds of fortress cannons, it was impossible to defend it. So he simply did not want to defend it. He would fight a mobile war on the vast North China Plain. Mobile warfare was what Marshal Lin was best at, because he had a cheat!

After arranging the soldiers for the ambush at night, Lin Yongchang was about to go to sleep in a house outside the city. "Wang Hu..." he called out, and then he remembered that Wang Hu had been sent out to perform a secret mission, so he decided to send someone else to pass the message to Wang Zuolin.

If they tried to break out, Wang Zuolin would lead his troops to strike the Japanese devils in the middle. There was also a cavalry regiment on standby outside the city to ensure that the Japanese invaders would be wiped out on the way out.

But the Japanese army had no intention of breaking out. Although they were badly beaten, and although they lost nearly half of their troops and lost most of their artillery, the Japanese army still persisted. Inside the Tianhou Palace, which is what Tianjin people call the Niangniang Temple, Shikataro Kishimoto said to the people around him in a hoarse voice: "Gentlemen, it's not time to despair. The message was sent out yesterday, and Beijing will send reinforcements after receiving the news. As long as Lieutenant General Yamaguchi launches an attack, things will definitely get better!"

Lieutenant General Yamaguchi Motoomi was the commander of the 11th Division and was leading the main force to attack Beijing City. If he knew that the th Infantry Regiment was surrounded, he would definitely come back to rescue... right?

Chapter 89: Fierce Battle

As the night deepened, the groaning and wailing in the Tianhou Palace weakened a little. It was not because the remnants of the Japanese troops who retreated here were encouraged by Captain Shikataro Kishimoto and suppressed their physical pain with the fearless spirit of Bushido, but because the seriously wounded were almost all dead.

As the number of wounded decreased, the wailing naturally became quieter.

Oguri Shun sat on the ground with his back against the ruins, his pride gone. When he sent troops from Hiroshima, he was full of thoughts of "serving the emperor" and "grabbing more money". His predecessors had defeated the Jin soldiers in the Sino-Japanese War five years ago, and many people had become rich, and he also wanted to get rich.

After arriving in China, he first worked hard to defeat Nie Shicheng's troops and captured Tianjin City, but... he did get some things, but there were so many people in the army, and some of the things he got had to be handed over to the officers, leaving very little in his own hands. He fought hard but got very little, which was completely different from what the sergeants had said before.

They had hoped to enter Beijing, but were left in Tianjin to guard their equipment and wounded. That would have been fine, but why were they beaten when they were just staying in Tianjin? Where did all these Chinese come from?

Oguri Shun was filled with fear. There was a cut on his face, and the blood had already coagulated, but it was still burning. What made him even more uncomfortable was that his throat felt like it was on fire. He had been fighting for several hours without eating or drinking, and he was extremely hungry, but the worst thing was thirst.

Trapped in a small area centered on the Tianhou Temple, most Japanese soldiers were hungry and thirsty. Officers could still enjoy half a rice ball and a little water, but ordinary soldiers could only survive. Some soldiers wanted to find water, but they were shot dead by the Chinese hiding in the dark. Corporal Morinaga said indignantly, "Even wild animals don't fight each other when drinking water."

The situation was critical, and Oguri Shun was extremely thirsty, but after hearing the corporal's words, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Corporal Morinaga was born a samurai and lived in the city. He probably had never been to the mountains or forests. Wild beasts often fought around water sources, and he had seen this many times. Alas, why didn't he drink a few sips of river water when he was at Jinhua Bridge?

"boom!"

The Chinese artillery roared again. Amidst the flames and screams, the memorial archway of the Tianhou Temple swayed twice, then fell to the ground with a loud bang. Wood chips and bricks flew everywhere, and several people were hit by the debris and screamed. Oguri Shun trembled all over, and wailed in his heart again: Why come to China? Isn't it good to live a stable life in Hiroshima?

"mom!"

Someone was sobbing quietly, and then there were several loud shouts of "Sanbindege". The sergeant's voice of cursing rang out, "Don't cry! Bastard! You are shaking the morale of the army!"

"boom!"

Another shell came over, and the fire flashed in the dark night. In this brief brightness, Oguri Shun saw the miserable faces and fearful eyes of his comrades. He knew that he was the same in the eyes of his companions, with the same pale face and full of fear.

After suffering from hunger and thirst for a long time, a companion finally found some clean water and flour from the ruins, which saved everyone from dying of thirst. Oguri Shun drank a sip of water and ate a small ball of raw noodles. When the clean water moistened his mouth and flowed down his esophagus, he was filled with a feeling of happiness and almost cried.

The hunger in his stomach subsided a little, and Oguri Shun fell asleep with his back against the broken wall. When he was awakened by the sound of gunfire, it was just dawn. His body was extremely sore, and he didn't sleep well in the second half of the night. The hateful Chinese fired at every turn, and he was awakened just after falling asleep, and it repeated several times.

Oguri Shun is feeling dizzy and groggy now. He has slept, but it seems there is no difference between him and not sleeping.

The roar of artillery fire gradually became more intense. The Chinese began to charge while firing guns and cannons. The shouts of the officers came into my ears in the intervals between the cannon fire, "The Emperor's courage... Boom!"

Shun Oguri picked up his rifle in a daze and stumbled out with his companions. On the other side of the street, dozens or even hundreds of Chinese people ran towards him with long guns. He suddenly woke up and the battle... began again!

Ah... Naoko, I may not be able to go back to my hometown to see you...

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Amid the sound of gunfire, the soldiers of both sides collided head-on. The fierce hand-to-hand combat soon decided the winner. The Chinese who rushed over were repelled, leaving behind more than a hundred bodies. Oguri Shun was not happy at all. Only two people in their team were left. He himself was also stabbed in the abdomen. The pain made cold sweat wet his forehead and back.

The bombardment became more and more fierce, and a foreign building collapsed with a loud bang. Shouts were heard not far away, and Oguri Shun looked up and saw the enemy army appearing in front of him again. The Chinese seemed to be endless. After being repelled once, there was another time. After being repelled ten times, there was another eleventh time.

Corporal Morinaga let out a desperate cry and rushed towards the other side with a roar. Oguri Shun struggled to stand up, the severe pain made his muscles cramp and he could hardly stand. He held the wall and gasped as he saw Corporal Morinaga and a few Japanese soldiers being chopped down, and dense enemies rushed over with long guns and swords.

Naoko...goodbye.

At the last moment of his life, Oguri Shun's eyes finally became moist. He choked and raised his rifle, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Mother.......

Several grenades were thrown over, and after the explosion, several more bodies fell to the ground. A large number of rebel soldiers stepped on the corpses of the enemy and rushed into the depths of the Tianhou Temple. No one cared about what the enemy who fell to the ground thought before he died, and no one cared about his life and past. In war, no one cared about the life and death of a soldier.

In addition to his relatives in his distant hometown, there is also his lover.

The Japanese soldiers were well-trained, and most of them had been trained for more than a year, with very good technical and tactical skills. Even when they were at an absolute disadvantage, they fought well, and several counterattacks were remarkable. However, the Japanese army's fighting was meaningless. Without machine guns and rapid-fire cannons, they could not hold the defense line with rifles alone.

The organized resistance at the Tianhou Temple was crushed, as was the Laolongtou Railway Station, which was reduced to ruins, with some locomotives and carriages destroyed. The Japanese were divided, surrounded, and trapped in a dilemma of fighting on their own.

More rebel soldiers rushed forward, shouting slogans such as "Surrender your weapons and you will not be killed."

Marshal Lin learned many foreign languages, including Japanese. He taught the rebel soldiers Japanese phrases such as "surrender your weapons and you won't be killed" and "raise your hands", which were now useful.

Chapter 90: Victory

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the defenses of Laolongtou and Tianhou Temple were breached. Although there were still some Japanese soldiers who resisted stubbornly, they had lost their organization and command. They were just remnants and could only shoot cold guns at best. More Japanese soldiers were not so tough. Including Shikataro Kishimoto, more than a thousand Japanese soldiers laid down their weapons and surrendered to the rebels.

At that time, the Japanese were not the "Imperial Army" that would later gamble on the fate of the country. After being defeated, many of them laid down their weapons obediently. Prisoners, Japanese wounded, and wounded soldiers of the Eight-Nation Alliance in Tianjin, Lin Yongchang captured more than 4,000 prisoners of war at once. If the foreign civilians in Tianjin and Japanese military personnel were counted, the number would be as high as 4,000 to 5,000.

How to deal with these people? Wang Zuolin, Cao Futian, Yan Shuqin and others all thought it would be best to kill them all. Previously, Lin Yongchang had people print many newspapers and pamphlets to expose the bad things the enemy did in China, including the Port Arthur Massacre.

During the Sino-Japanese War of 4-3, after the Japanese army captured Lushun, they carried out a massacre in the city for four days and three nights, killing perhaps 2 people, and only 36 people who were responsible for burying the bodies survived.

According to the British Allen's book "Under the Flying Dragon Flag", "Japanese soldiers chased the fleeing civilians, using gun barrels and bayonets to attack everyone; those who fell were stabbed fiercely. Walking on the street, there were dead bodies everywhere under your feet." "It was dark, and the massacre was still going on. Gunshots, shouts, screams and groans echoed everywhere.

The streets presented a horrible scene: the ground was soaked in blood, and mutilated bodies were lying everywhere; some alleys were blocked by dead bodies. Most of the dead were city dwellers. "The Japanese soldiers pierced women's chests with bayonets, strung children under two years old together, and deliberately lifted them high into the air for people to see." The book also recorded the bloody bodies of Japanese prisoners of war.

After reading those books, newspapers and illustrations, one's blood boils and one wishes to kill all the Japanese. It is good to incite hatred against the enemy during propaganda, but it also has side effects. For example, now, many people strongly call for dragging all the foreign devils and Japanese to the riverside and beheading them, and piling up their heads to form a Jingguan.

Lin Yongchang didn't care about the lives of the Japanese or the foreigners, but after thinking about it, he refused to kill all the prisoners. As an ordinary person, of course, you can shout and kill, but as a leader and mentor, you can't simply deal with things.

"Those who committed war crimes should be brought to justice, and no one should be let off. But the others should not be killed in this way. They were just deceived by imperialism and come from ordinary families. They were also deceived and oppressed by imperialism. They are the ones we should fight for."

When saying these words, Lin Yongchang felt a little awkward at first, but soon became fluent. "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. What's the point of slaughtering people who have laid down their weapons? If you have the ability, just defeat the main force of the foreign devils and get rid of those culprits.

Arrest him and put him on trial!"