The morning light is coming.
Chinese people still gathered on the street.
Although they were awakened by the sudden explosion last night and saw many dark blues arriving in the concession, which meant that many Chinese soldiers had withdrawn, the machine guns in the warehouse that were still firing at the Japanese positions showed that there were still
own people.
Especially, when the light of dawn came, the flagpole that had been broken was erected high above the warehouse again.
Although it is only two meters high, the military flag is still flying on it!
The national flag, which had been blown into rags by the artillery fire, was taken out by the army lieutenant colonel at night and handed over to the guard class for safekeeping. It belonged to the 524th Regiment, and the machine gun battery also had one. As the current supreme commander of the warehouse, Tang Dao ordered,
Raise the military flag.
He still wants to show the whole of China that the last position in Songhu City is still in the hands of Chinese soldiers, even if these soldiers once took off their collar badges late at night.
Of course, declaring sovereignty is only one of them. The most important thing is that Tang Dao wants to stimulate the Japanese army on the opposite side.
Just like a matador constantly waving the red cloth to stimulate the bull with red eyes.
The Japanese army was indeed angered.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, it was completely dark and the attack began.
Attack from three sides, there is no such thing as main attack or feint attack.
Because it is a three-sided attack.
Niu Er, who was at the observation post on the top of the building, had a stiff face. From his commanding view, the Japanese troops surrounding the Sihang Warehouse on three sides were like ants, a mass of darkness.
The Japanese commander wanted to finish his attack in one battle, so he once again gathered an unknown number of Chinese people on the opposite side of the concession, and used a thunderous force to crush the severely reduced defenders in the warehouse to pieces.
Therefore, in this round of strong attack in the morning, he dispatched 14 infantry squads in one go. Eight squads of about 400 people were put into the front, and three squads on each side of the wings were about 160 people. The total force reached more than 700 people. In terms of the size of the infantry, it even exceeded
Any day within the first four daylight hours.
Not only the infantry, but the engines of two Type 89 tanks piled with more "Ruby Reactive Armor" roared, and their bulky bodies rushed out of the small alley in Songhu, acting as a shield for the more than 400 Japanese infantry in front.
When two Tutu tanks covered with sandbags struggled to cross the trenches of the Japanese front line, the Japanese army's usual artillery fire coverage began.
As black death flowers mixed with gorgeous firelight bloomed on the huge body of Sihang Warehouse, scalp-numbing violent explosions resounded throughout the battlefield. This offensive and defensive battle, which would later be called 1000vs130, was officially launched.
Start fighting.
The Chinese people did not cheer this time. Although they were ordinary people and had no way of knowing what happened last night or why their officers and soldiers withdrew, they did know that the number of their defenders had been reduced, while the Japanese army was investing crazily.
More troops.
The two cannons that blasted past and made the ground hundreds of meters away tremble slightly were no longer the sporadic cannons yesterday, but fired at least ten shells in a row. The continuous explosions created a huge sound even
It shattered the glass of the concession building closest to Sihang Warehouse.
All Western soldiers in the Western Concession fortifications within 200 meters of Sihang Warehouse had been evacuated before the war. Even the barricades blocking the people's movement were empty except for the fortifications, horse barriers, and barbed wire fences.
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If you want to reach the riverside street directly behind Sihang Warehouse, there is no obstacle.
However, the constantly rippling surface of the Suzhou River reminded everyone that if heavy artillery penetrated the warehouse, it would become a hell on earth.
Outside the battlefield, everything is so terrifying, let alone the Sihang Warehouse located in the center of the battlefield.
People were silent, watching the military flag tremble under the gunfire.
Because no one knows whether that military flag will fall today.
Led by two 89 tanks, the Japanese infantry left the first-line trench 300 meters away and approached about 200 meters away. The building, which was completely suppressed by artillery fire, did not fight back.
Like a giant beast that has completely died, lifeless.
The Chinese people were worried, but the Japanese army was nervous.
In the past, they might have rushed forward shouting "board", then searched for the remaining enemies, and tasted the joy of victory on the battlefield covered with the blood of the enemy troops.
But the past three days of fighting have made these Japanese soldiers understand that the Chinese on the opposite side are just a group of weak enemies who cannot be killed. The more silent they are, the sharper their counterattack will be.
What kind of counterattack will they make this time? The Japanese troops on the battlefield were unsure, and several Japanese junior officers in the temporary headquarters of the 36th Infantry Regiment located 500 meters behind were equally unsure.
They all held binoculars and stared at the Sihang Warehouse that was shaking under their own artillery fire. No one spoke. They were all waiting for a counterattack from the Chinese in the warehouse.
However, until the Japanese infantry followed the two tanks and had advanced 150 meters, even the infantry artillery stopped firing to avoid accidentally injuring their own infantry, and there was no movement in the warehouse.
Did I think wrongly? The remaining group of Chinese people took advantage of the darkness before dawn to swim away from the Suzhou River? If that was the case, they would really have to have a drink to celebrate.
The Japanese Major and Lieutenant Colonel, who held the telescope and did not let go, had such ambitions in their hearts at the same time.
Only Wakiitajiro's face became more and more serious.
Through these days of fighting, although the Chinese on the opposite side brought him failure and humiliation, it also allowed him to learn more about the Chinese army.
There may be cowards among the Chinese, and there are those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, but there are also warriors who would rather die than retreat. The group of people in front of him belong to the latter group. Since they did not choose to step on the Suzhou River Bridge where they seemed to be able to retreat safely,
How could he jump into the Suzhou River where he could only be slaughtered?
You know, from the moment these Chinese people retracted into the warehouse, searchlights kept shining on the surface of the Suzhou River. Unless they turned into fish and could sneak hundreds of meters, they would inevitably turn into floating corpses in the river.
Perhaps they were using the strategy of getting closer and then attacking, using that kind of submachine gun to kill a lot of their own infantry! Thinking of this, Wakitajiro felt a huge pain in his stomach.
In close range shooting, the firepower of a submachine gun can completely suppress at least five of our own soldiers or even more. However, the Empire does not have such continuous fire equipment.
If it was okay in field battles and street battles, there would still be grenade launchers to help suppress him, but when his opponent was huddled in such a "turtle shell," the only thing he could do was to rely on his superior strength.
If five against one doesn't work, then ten against one will be fine.
Otherwise, he would not have sent more than 700 infantrymen to attack without even testing.
But the Chinese are just so unreasonable.
It was the cannon that fired first, not the gun.
"Boom!"
With the familiar muffled sound of the machine gun, the warehouse finally opened fire.
The No. 1 machine gun, controlled personally by Cheng Tietsou, the lieutenant platoon leader of the machine gun company nicknamed "Tietou", aimed at a Japanese 89 tank from behind the firing hole carefully drilled on the third floor and fired.
This time, there was no mortar attack on the 89 tanks covered in sandbags, but direct fire.
At a distance of 150 meters, even if the penetrating kinetic energy of the shell is partially weakened by sandbags, it can still leave a frightening dent in the armor, which is definitely a nightmare experience for the tank crews riding in it.
It's like you are sitting in a car, and there is a tiger outside tapping the car window with its claws. You don't know when the tiger will smash the weak car window with a slap, and then jump in and tear you to pieces.
At least at this moment, Kikuta Yusanchi in the 89 tank was feeling like being hit by two consecutive machine gun blasts on the sandbags, and then smashing the steel plate on the front of the tank.
This chapter has been completed!