47: Chapter 47 Even with a large sword, one can launch a night raid on the Japanese command post.

Wang Ye did not know how to explain it to Zhao Sheng.

Because he discovered that in this era, China was too backward.

People were illiterate, and the illiteracy rate was extremely high.

Looking at Zhao Sheng, he realized that even if he explained it to him, there was a high probability that he wouldn't understand.

Wang Ye simply decided not to explain.

"Sigh, you wouldn't understand, and I can't explain it clearly to you either. When we get to Shanghai, you'll see for yourself."

Wang Ye waved his hand.

Late at night, the troops were still on the march.

They were traveling almost day and night.

Wang Ye felt like his legs were about to break.

However, he could not stop; he was afraid that if he stopped, he would never be able to walk again.

Everyone was persevering; from Guangdong province to Shanghai was a distance of two to three thousand miles.

Although they had come by train for a portion of the journey, most of it still required them to travel on foot.

Throughout this journey, they had experienced high temperatures, sweltering heat, and torrential rain.

Their clothes were covered in mud and water.

They had no time to stop and needed to reach Shanghai as quickly as possible to support the battle in Shanghai.

This was the first time Wang Ye had traveled like this, and this real experience had both good and bad sides.

The good side was its authenticity, and the bad side was that it was too authentic.

They marched until the early hours of the morning before the battalion commander allowed everyone to rest.

Wang Ye collapsed and fell asleep without any regard for his image.

Even so, there were still people on night watch.

These sentries were on duty at night and lay on flatbed carts to be pulled during the day.

The next day, before dawn, Wang Ye woke up automatically.

It seemed like his body had a built-in biological clock, and he had to get up at this time.

Then, they continued the march.

Just like that, another day passed.

They were only about a hundred miles away from Shanghai.

At this distance, they could reach it in less than a day of forced marching.

At this moment, they stopped moving forward.

"Battalion Commander, are we not marching today?" Wang Ye found the battalion commander.

This was a man with a dark face and sharp eyes.

The first time Wang Ye saw him, he felt that there seemed to be huge energy contained within the battalion commander's short stature.

Battalion Commander Liu Sanzhu saw that it was Wang Ye and replied with a smile: "Correct, we are not marching during the day today. Our superiors have ordered us to rest; we have been traveling for too long and are too tired."

Sending exhausted troops directly to the battlefield is a major taboo.

The situation on the front line was not that urgent at the moment, so they were not ordered to enter the battlefield immediately.

Thus, they rested for a day.

Before the sun had set, the troops began to march again.

At night, there were many mosquitoes and insects here.

The climate in Shanghai was still relatively hot during this season.

Although it had already entered September, the sun showed no signs of losing its toxicity.

Marching at night, the temperature was not very high.

Plus, there was no need to worry about reconnaissance by the Little Devils' airplanes, and they could reach the battlefield quickly before the day arrived.

After resting for a day, Wang Ye's condition was much better.

With plenty of stamina, his speed while walking at night was much faster than the previous two days.

The evening of the second day.

They finally arrived in the vicinity of Luodian.

The weather was fine today, and with the help of the sunset in the sky, Wang Ye saw familiar buildings and familiar places.

It was just that, today Luodian was much more dilapidated compared to the previous days.

The buildings, which were not tall to begin with, had basically been razed to the ground.

Zhao Sheng came to Wang Ye's side, looking at the ruins in the distance.

"Company Commander, is this Shanghai?"

Zhao Sheng found it hard to believe that the ruins in front of him were actually Shanghai, the most prosperous city in China.

"Correct, that is Shanghai."

"How did it become like this?" Zhao Sheng looked at the broken walls and ruins, as if he could imagine what they looked like originally.

"The Little Devils' airplanes and artillery bombed them."

"Company Commander, how do you know?"

"Don't ask."

"Oh." Zhao Sheng stopped asking.

Instead, he stared blankly at Luodian in the distance.

Their location was slightly elevated, allowing them to see the scenery in the distance.

Zhao Sheng never imagined that the Shanghai he had thought about day and night would look like this.

The once prosperous Shanghai had become filled with the smoke of war.

There were ruins everywhere.

The people who once lived here had fled one after another.

They either fled to other places or escaped into the International Settlement.

Wang Ye did not accompany Zhao Sheng to continue watching here.

He had already seen the prosperity and dilapidation of Shanghai long ago.

He returned to the camp.

At this moment, a signalman came to Wang Ye's side.

"Orders from above: there is a combat mission tonight, and we need to select two hundred members of the Suicide Squad. Wang Ye, your name is on the list."

"A combat mission? And me?" Wang Ye was stunned.

No, he had just arrived, and now he had to start fighting?

Was it really that urgent?

But there was no other way; he had to accept this order.

The Suicide Squad, huh.

"Where should I report?"

"Report to your battalion commander." The signalman finished speaking and left.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye had no choice but to go and find the battalion commander.

He found the battalion commander, and Wang Ye immediately asked about the situation.

"Tonight, we are going to raid the Little Devils' Command Post."

"Us? Two hundred people?" Wang Ye could not believe it.

What kind of place was the Little Devils' Command Post, and they were sending two hundred people to raid it?

"Correct, we already know where the Little Devils' Command Post is. If the night raid is successful, we can disrupt the Little Devils' offensive rhythm." Battalion Commander Liu Sanzhu said slowly.

"Then what equipment do we have?"

"Just the equipment we have on us? What other equipment do you want?"

"Then is there artillery support?"

"Artillery support? What are you thinking? Our entire division barely has a few machine guns, and you want artillery support? That's something only the Central Army has; we can't afford that."

Battalion Commander Liu Sanzhu glared at Wang Ye, his eyes looking as if he were looking at an idiot.

Hearing Battalion Commander Liu Sanzhu's words, Wang Ye did not know what to say for a moment.

He glanced at the broadsword on his back. Relying on this broadsword to raid the Little Devils' Command Post? Was this a joke?

Is this called a Suicide Squad?

Going over there, wouldn't it just become a 'Must-Die Squad'?

Battalion Commander Liu Sanzhu seemed to guess what Wang Ye was thinking, and he continued calmly: "If we can succeed, then we can save the lives of some of our brothers."

"Of course, you can also choose not to go; this is not mandatory."

Hearing Battalion Commander Liu Sanzhu's words, Wang Ye sighed in his heart.

At worst, he would just waste another life.

He definitely couldn't refuse to go.

If they weren't afraid, and he were to be afraid, wouldn't he become a coward?

It's just death; there's nothing to be afraid of.

"Battalion Commander, I will definitely go."

"Good, I didn't misjudge you." Battalion Commander Liu Sanzhu smiled and nodded upon hearing Wang Ye's words.

Because under normal circumstances, Wang Ye, as a company commander, could have chosen not to go.

After all, he was a grassroots officer and a veteran with experience in leading troops.

At night, Zhao Sheng discovered that Wang Ye had not returned and immediately asked his companion.

"Do you know where the Company Commander went?"

"I don't know, it seems he was called away by the battalion commander."

"I see." Zhao Sheng felt a faint sense of unease in his heart for some reason.

It felt as if something was going to happen tonight.

The night grew deeper.

Wang Ye and the others in the Suicide Squad, totaling two hundred people.

Taking advantage of the night, with broadswords on their backs.

With grenades tucked into their belts.

They quietly crept into Luodian town.