104: Chapter 104 Torrential Rain of Artillery Fire

Every time one fights in a battle known as a "meat grinder," the experience is destined to be unpleasant.

Wang Ye understood this well from experience.

The meat grinder battle of the Battle of Shanghai had left him feeling extremely heavy-hearted.

It took him a whole day to recover.

Upon entering the game, lines of text appeared before Wang Ye, introducing the Yuhuatai meat grinder.

[Yuhuatai Meat Grinder — The most tragic defensive battle of the Battle of Nanjing (December 9-12, 1937)]

[Yuhuatai, the commanding height south of Nanjing, has been a strategic location contested by military strategists since ancient times. In December 1937, it became a living hell where the Chinese Defenders and the Japanese Army engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat.

The 88th Division of the Chinese army, at the cost of being almost completely wiped out, held back the elite 6th Division of the Japanese Army here for three days, buying the final time for the defense of Nanjing.]

[Chinese Defenders 88th Division, full strength around 14,000 men, with about 6,000 remaining after the Battle of Shanghai.]

[Japanese Army 6th Division, full strength 18,000 men, an elite Japanese Class A division.]

[The Yuhuatai Meat Grinder is a tragic epic of Chinese Soldiers using their flesh and blood to resist steel. This defensive battle delayed the Japanese Army for three days, buying time for some military personnel and civilians within Nanjing to retreat.]

After reading the introduction to the Yuhuatai Meat Grinder, Wang Ye was taken aback.

"Brothers, this is a defensive battle fought by the 88th Division; it's our old unit."

He had served in the 88th Division during the previous Battle of Shanghai.

He had developed some attachment to the 88th Division.

Seeing now that the 88th Division was almost completely wiped out in this battle, Wang Ye felt shocked, followed by a sense of inexplicable sadness.

"No way, the 88th Division was wiped out? My powerful German-equipped Division was wiped out in three days?"

"I didn't expect that although the 88th Division preserved its formation during the Battle of Shanghai, it was wiped out in the Battle of Nanjing."

"The CG earlier seemed to show that the Training Corps was also wiped out; that was the most elite unit."

"Do you think all the German-equipped Division units were wiped out in this Battle of Nanjing?"

"It's very possible. Although the German-equipped Division is quite elite, I have to say, there's still a significant gap compared to these Little Devils' Class A divisions."

Watching the comments from the audience in the livestream room, Wang Ye sighed with emotion before choosing to enter the game.

Just after entering the game, Wang Ye found that everything around him was pitch black.

There were only a few candles nearby emitting a faint glow.

After adapting to the darkness for a moment, Wang Ye could see the scene around him clearly.

He realized that he seemed to be inside a bunker.

"Why is it in a bunker again?"

Wang Ye was a bit bewildered; he had an inexplicable bad premonition.

"Am I going to get bombed again this time?"

At this moment, a line of text appeared before his eyes.

This line of text was exceptionally bright in the dark night.

[Mission: Survive for six hours.]

Seeing this line of text, Wang Ye was stunned.

"Six hours?"

He did not feel that these six hours were underestimating him.

Instead, he was thinking about how hard this battle must be if it required him to survive for six hours.

He was inside a bunker right now, after all.

"Could it be that I wouldn't even be able to survive for six hours?"

Thinking of this, Wang Ye immediately became cautious.

Any battle that could be called a "meat grinder" would certainly not be simple.

If nothing else, the death toll would definitely be high.

This meat grinder battle had caused the 88th Division to be almost completely wiped out.

From this, it was clear that there was almost no chance of winning, unless modern weapons were given to them.

At this time, apart from the Chinese Soldiers on night watch, the other soldiers were fast asleep.

However, Wang Ye felt a bit uneasy.

He felt that there was no way he could just quietly wait until dawn like this.

Time passed slowly. Through the firing port of the bunker, Wang Ye saw the dark sky outside gradually turning blue and then white.

The things outside also gradually became clearer.

Just at this moment, Wang Ye seemed to hear a sound.

The sound came from far away and approached, as if something was flying through the air.

Wang Ye suddenly realized that this seemed to be the sound of artillery shells flying over.

He had been bombarded by the Little Devils' artillery many times and was already familiar with the sound of incoming shells.

The next moment, an explosion rang out.

A violent tremor came from Wang Ye's legs.

Inside the bunker, the 88th Division Chinese Soldiers who were resting in corners or lying on the ground were all startled awake by this sudden artillery bombardment.

Before they could even get up, even more violent explosions rang out continuously.

Wang Ye held onto the bunker wall; the vibrations caused by the explosions made it difficult for him to stand steady.

Even inside the bunker, such vibrations were very noticeable.

This showed how intense the commotion outside must be.

At this moment, a Chinese Soldier ran to Wang Ye's side in a panic.

"Squad leader, the Little Devils are attacking!" The Chinese Soldier's voice was very loud.

Because the explosions around them were too loud, one couldn't hear clearly without shouting.

"I know!" Wang Ye shouted back.

He was the first in this bunker to notice the Little Devils' shells flying over.

However, the Little Devils' artillery bombardment came too quickly; the shells arrived before he even needed to notify everyone.

Judging by the power of the explosions, Wang Ye felt they were not small.

"Damn, these Little Devils are crazy, throwing shells like they're free."

At this moment, an audience member in the livestream room identified the approximate caliber of the shells and immediately told Wang Ye.

With the bombardment outside, Wang Ye had no way to deal with it and could only look at the audience's comments in the livestream room.

After all, if he were unlucky, he would only be able to end this round early.

In the face of artillery fire, he couldn't possibly catch shells with his bare hands.

"The density of this bombardment is too high; several explosions occurred in just a few seconds."

"These shells are really loud; I estimate the caliber isn't small, at least over 100 millimeters."

"Why does Brother Wang get bombed every day! It was the same last time for Brother Wang."

Wang Ye looked at the comments, lamenting in his heart.

How would he know why he was being bombed again?

It was probably because the Little Devils' shells were free; no matter what battle it was, the first wave was always artillery, and only after the bombardment did the infantry attack.

Wang Ye was already used to it.

As long as he survived this bombardment, he could have some peace for a while afterward.

Beside him, the Chinese Soldier who had just called Wang Ye "squad leader" was covering his ears; the explosions around them were too loud.

And they were incessant.

"Damn it, why do the Little Devils have so many shells today? It still hasn't stopped." The Chinese Soldier cursed loudly.

Hearing his cursing, Wang Ye was cursing in his heart too.

But after all, he wasn't as uninhibited as this Chinese Soldier, able to curse without any scruples.

He still had to pay attention to the livestream room and couldn't curse too harshly, or he might easily get banned.

At this moment, the Little Devils' artillery bombardment had been going on for over ten minutes, and in these ten minutes, the sound of exploding shells had not stopped.

Wang Ye didn't know how many shells the Little Devils had fired, but he felt there must have been thousands.

If there were ground fortifications outside this bunker, Wang Ye didn't dare to imagine how many people would have died.

Because the people outside were facing the Little Devils' artillery head-on.

Those of them in the bunker still had sturdy fortifications to resist it.