High walls, thatched roofs, barbed wire, and a winding road... This is Dongjuzi Airport.
The soldiers from the training corps and I hid quietly in the waist-high thatched roofs, watching the airport gate not far ahead. Just as we had received intelligence, the airport's defenses weren't tight. Apart from a few extra men with two machine guns at the gate, there were only a few scattered Japanese soldiers patrolling and keeping watch elsewhere. In some places, the Japanese soldiers were even leisurely smoking and chatting.
This peaceful scene contrasted sharply with the increasingly intense gunfire coming from Tianjin. However, this didn't seem surprising at all. The Japanese were extremely confident in their fighting capabilities, so they didn't think our Chinese army would be able to bre
