Colonel Ryo Funagi felt trapped, even though the Marines were clearly attacking.
But that damn door is like the mouth of some ferocious beast. No matter how many people rush in, it will be in vain.
He straightened up, turned around, and said to the chief of staff next to him,
"Tank, let the tank squadron be the leader, and it's best to be on the first floor..."
"chirp"
As if a small insect quickly broke in, Funashiro Ryo, who was still talking, stopped talking and stood motionless on the spot.
"Sir"
"Colonel"
Someone had already rushed forward to support Ryo Funagi. A bullet penetrated through his shoulder, but the exit of the bullet was not seen.
What's strange is that Captain Ryo Funagi looked in the direction of the window, and his face that was originally stiff due to anxiety actually showed an imperceptible... well, a look of gratitude.
Could it be that Captain Funagi would actually be grateful to the sniper who wounded him?
How can this be.
Of course, no one knows the special encouragement given by Major General Isamu Kumagawa to Colonel Funashiro, and no one knows how grateful Captain Funashiro is to the sniper at this moment.
It is much better to be injured than to commit seppuku.
The military doctor who was called urgently took Captain Funacho down, and everyone looked at the chief of staff.
"Stop, stop, fighting like this...the casualties are too great."
At this moment on the battlefield, the reinforcements who were blocked halfway were unable to advance or retreat, and suffered heavy casualties under the continuous grenade attacks. The group of people blocked at the entrance of the warehouse also suffered heavy casualties and could not enter the warehouse at all.
It seems that the entire offensive has to be redeployed, otherwise it will only waste troops on the battlefield and be laughed at by the Army guys.
Of course, retreating on the battlefield is not easy.
"smoke bomb……"
With a burst of shouts in Japanese and bursts of white smoke rising, the Japanese Marines began to retreat in an orderly manner.
At the same time, the nearby fire team performing cover tasks began to send crazy output to the upstairs.
Unfortunately, their proficiency was greatly reduced at this time, so they were defeated in the exchange of fire with the precision attack riflemen and the rifle shooters who counterattacked in the building.
Of course, as the smoke rose, the pursuit of the Japanese Marines had to stop.
1937, October 27, 11:17.
The second attack on the first day of the Sihang Warehouse ended with more than 500 Japanese casualties.
Of course, the four lines of defenders also suffered many casualties. In addition to Captain Shi, as many as fifty-four soldiers were killed. In addition, more than twenty people from the miscellaneous barracks were killed.
Although the Chinese defenders suffered a five-to-one battle loss for the first time, no one was in a relaxed mood.
Xie Jinyuan just prayed that the people sent by the division to arrest Zhang Sixing would be blocked by the British on the other side of the bridge.
Otherwise, he really didn't dare to think about whether they could survive another fierce battle like this.
At this time, cheers came from downstairs, and Xie Jinyuan did not dare to think about how the soldiers in the mixed barracks downstairs would react if someone really came to arrest Zhang Sixing.
At this time, the people at the viewpoint on the other side of the river originally saw a large group of Japanese soldiers, and their hearts were in their throats, but now they all put it back in their stomachs.
"Papa pa pa"
A crisp sound sounded, and people turned around in surprise. The battle was over, of course, not with the sound of gunfire, but with the crack of whips thrown by the drivers of several large four-wheel carriages.
At this time, on the other side of the Suzhou River, Guo Liangjun came to Yelena's downstairs in a car, followed by several carriages.
Wearing sunglasses, he looked a bit foreign-style. He raised his head and shouted,
"Yelena, Miss Yelena."
Yelena, who had been worried about Zhang Sixing's safety, looked downstairs, only to see an unknown person taking off her hat and saluting to her with a smile on her face.
"Who are you?"
"Miss Yelena, whose surname is Guo, was entrusted by a friend Zhang to bring you something."
As soon as she heard about friend Zhang, Yelena's heart moved and she greeted him,
"Oh, it turns out to be Mr. Guo. If you have anything to say, please come up and tell me."
Yelena greeted and asked her maid to open the door.
After a while, following the footsteps on the wooden floor in the corridor, the maid led a man in. Although he was smiling, Yelena could tell that he didn't sleep well last night, at least the look on his face couldn't deceive anyone.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Guo. What do you want to see me for?"
Just taking a look at the decoration of Yelena's room, Guo Liangjun knew that the rumor that the woman in front of him was a high-end socialite was wrong.
"Miss Yelena, what is your relationship with Mr. Zhang who came back from Germany?"
At this moment, the maid brought tea. Yelena said nothing until the maid came down and then said,
"Mr. Guo, does that have anything to do with what you want to talk about? If you are talking about business, please speak up. If it is something else..."
Hearing her tone a little impatient, Guo Liangjun thought for a moment and asked,
"Mr. Zhang talked about the placement of wounded soldiers after retreat..."
"Oh, that's it, but shouldn't we wait until Mr. Zhang comes back to talk about it?"
Guo Liangjun concluded that the woman in front of him knew about the incident, but she just didn't know the details about him and didn't want to talk to him.
Thinking of this, he took off his sunglasses, revealing his blood-red eyes after staying up all night.
"I crossed the river last night to have some fun. I was lucky enough to meet Brother Zhang. He told me that I could talk to you about the wounded soldiers."
He looked up and down at Guo Liangjun in front of him. At first glance, he looked like a broker, but if he looked closely, he could see that the dust between his brows was still there.
"It depends on where you are from. If you are just an ordinary Chinese, then don't interfere in this matter. It is too big for you to bear. If..."
After listening to the slow words, Guo Liangjun interrupted,
"Don't worry, I can afford it. My hometown is quite big."
Hearing what he said, Yelena didn't say much and just stared into his eyes.
"My hometown is in northern Shaanxi."
Hearing Guo Liangjun report his whereabouts, Yelena nodded slightly,
"Actually, it's nothing. Because of my boss's prestige in Europe, the Chinese there donated a donation. According to my boss, he wanted to help the wounded soldiers because he believed that one veteran was more important than ten new recruits."
If you tell ordinary people this, no one can bear it, and no one is willing to listen carefully. But to Guo Liangjun's ears, it's definitely a different story.
He saw Zhang Sixing's skills, and it was perfectly fine to say that he was a military expert, so his advice was worthy of being listened to carefully. And if it was really profitable, he would do it, and he should do it as early as possible.
Now that Guo Liangjun has revealed his origin, Yelena naturally no longer needs to hide it and just tells the truth.
"Anyone can save an ocean for a wounded person. Of course, the food and treatment costs for the wounded are extra. But my boss is very serious. If anyone lies to him, he said that it is eight hundred meters away..."
Guo Liangjun, who is experienced in martial arts, knows that what Zhang Sixing means is that I have money, but I don't use it for scammers.
If he is a liar, I can shoot his head off from 800 meters away.
"Haha, Miss Yelena, you are speaking harshly, of course we are not..."
"Don't be busy. I haven't finished speaking yet. My boss said that he only recognizes people and not others in your company. Do you understand this?"