"Tell the brothers, save your machine gun bullets. Try not to use the machine gun until the critical moment. Use the rifle as much as possible. If you can't hit it accurately, put the kid closer and then hit it. This way, the target will be bigger and the hit rate will be higher!" Xie Jin
Yuan ordered loudly. "Also, the brothers who are free should not be idle. Continue to pile sandbags for me to make the window fortifications stronger!"
"Yes! Brothers from Zinenliang, the first company and the machine gun company stopped firing the machine guns, polished their moves, and put the little Japs closer for me to hit again! The rest of the brothers came to repair my fortifications!"
The roar of Lei Xiong, whose face was stained by gunpowder smoke, almost drowned out the fierce sound of gunfire.
"Yes!" The officers and soldiers agreed in a loud voice, and several machine gunners also picked up the medium-sized rifles next to them, and started firing coldly through the shooting holes.
The rest of the soldiers were desperately breaking open the floor and digging soil to install sandbags. Don't think that filling sandbags is an easy task. The soil must be dry to block the highly penetrating rifle and machine gun bullets. The terrain in Songhu, especially on the four sides,
The warehouse was on the bank of the Suzhou River, and within a short time of digging, the soil was so wet that water could be squeezed out of a handful. The soldiers could only use pickaxes to painstakingly cut open the hard floor in large quantities before removing the soil.
The Japanese army's attack was not unresolute. They faced the machine guns, submachine guns, and rifles of the Chinese defenders. The most recent one even broke into the first line of defense barricades in the warehouse. However, that was the final position of their advance.
Where is the best place to drop bombs? Although it is almost in a blind spot for shooting, the Chinese defenders don't use guns at all. They don't even need to look. They only need to drop the smoking grenades from the second and third floors.
Already.
From ten o'clock in the morning, the fierce battle continued until dusk in the afternoon. The Japanese attacks came one after another. The defenders of Sihang Warehouse actually repelled more than twelve Japanese attacks in a row!
The east and west sides of Sihang Warehouse and the streets and open spaces in front of the building, including the ruins, are already littered with corpses and rivers of blood. Of course, these are the corpses of the Japanese army. Almost all the infantry squadrons under his command have been put in twice.
The attacking 36th Infantry Regiment was almost disabled.
Several times, Colonel Wakiitajiro wanted to take off his military uniform and go shirtless to go to the front line to supervise the battle in person, but Lieutenant Colonel Kitajima Takeo desperately tried to pull him back.
The poor Japanese lieutenant colonel was actually very willing that his already crazy boss would go to the front line, and then every minute he would be beaten into a honeycomb by the Chinese's massive and never-ending supply of bullets like the soldiers under his command.
You are so stupid about consuming Chinese ammunition. Now you are stupid! In one day, the entire regiment suffered more than 700 casualties, and the Chinese ammunition was not much less. The mortars were still blasting, and the machine guns and rifles were blasting.
When one's own infantry approaches, it's like pouring rain. Especially the grenades that are almost never exhausted from the upstairs. The bombs make the Japanese soldiers almost doubt their lives from top to bottom. Damn it, this building cannot be Chinese.
It must have been an arsenal! Kitajima Takao was extremely suspicious.
Obviously, Colonel Jiro Wakiita's plan went bankrupt after costing more than 700 imperial warriors casualties.
However, Lieutenant Colonel Kitajima Takeo is very rational. He is actually trying to save himself by pulling the Colonel, who is obviously not so clear-headed. The Colonel is already shirtless. How can he, the deputy of the regiment, sit on the Diaoyutai and watch from the headquarters?
Then you have to go with me! You must not act so stupidly like this idiot.
Of course, who wouldn’t do this? Judging from the intensity of His Majesty’s struggle, Kitajima Takao knew that he was actually just giving the shameful and angry Captain a way to apologize to His Majesty the Emperor without breaking his belly.
That’s all.
To be honest, Kitajima Takao felt a little regretful at that moment. If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have let this cunning fool step down. Unfortunately, he didn't have the guts. If he didn't give him a step, this old guy would drag him along.
If so, both of them would have to bravely go to the front line, and he, who is a subordinate, is likely to be ordered to the front. On balance, let's give each other a step down!
The Japanese army suffered heavy casualties. The two captains and deputy captains gave each other steps before they could continue to sit at the headquarters and looked at each other in tears. Of course, the two consecutive days of fighting also fully proved that both of them were too stupid to see. The eldest brother, let alone the second brother,
, the entire infantry regiment was reduced to half of its people due to the tricks played by the two of them.
At this dusk, the Japanese army put aside ordinary soldiers. One major captain was killed in the battle, and four lieutenant squadron leaders were killed in the battle. Not to mention the second lieutenant squad leader, the number of people who were still alive was almost as many as the squadron leader. At least there were
More than a dozen Cao chiefs were promoted on the spot, one step closer to death.
On the other hand, on the Chinese defenders' side, although the Japanese infantry artillery was fierce and destroyed seven sandbag fortifications throughout the day, the casualties were still within an acceptable range as there were still solid cement buildings as support, not to mention being minimal.
, 9 soldiers were killed in the battle, and more than a dozen soldiers were injured by ricocheting bullets.
Compared with hundreds of Japanese corpses on three sides, this day's battle can be said to be a complete victory. The huge battle loss ratio can make all Japanese commanders feel guilty.
The remains of the nine war dead and the four seriously injured were quickly transferred through the tunnel to Mr. Du's private residence. The remains were secretly cremated according to Xie Jinyuan's request, and the names, numbers, and hometown addresses of the soldiers were recorded and stored until the end of the war. 542
The survivors of the regiment helped transport them back to their hometown. Boss Du not only promised to live up to his trust, but also promised that he would give 500 oceans to each of the defenders of Sihang Warehouse who died in battle to support their families.
After seeing their comrades dead and buried, their wounds treated, and after two consecutive days of victory, the morale of the defenders of Sihang Warehouse reached its peak.
Death, in fact, is not that terrible on the battlefield, especially after seeing one's comrades stained with blood on the battlefield. Even after receiving such a huge stimulus, there is still a faint desire for death. They cannot be born in the same year and the same month.
, but the emotion of dying in the same year and month is incomprehensible to those who have not carried a gun together on the battlefield.
On the battlefield, comrades-in-arms are existences that transcend family ties and love.
The people who gathered on the south bank of the Suzhou River to watch the battle were almost going crazy!
Seeing the ferocious offensives of the Japs collapsing again and again under the fiercer counterattacks of their own troops, the people's emotions gradually rose to the extreme. At this time, someone in the crowd shouted first. Suddenly, thousands of people
Tens of thousands of people consciously or unconsciously started shouting along, and in less than a moment, the scene had gathered into a vast roar.
"Down with Japanese imperialism!"
"Long live the Chinese nation!"
"Arise, you who do not want to be slaves!"
"Big knife, chop off the heads of the Japanese!"
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The various slogans and songs were just like the folk songs loved by the Guangxi people, sung here and there.
As long as the gunshots and cannons rang out in Sihang Warehouse, the people's shouts resounded throughout the sky. Even until the Japanese army finally admitted defeat and ended the attack, the huge cry from the Chinese people still did not stop.
The public sentiment was even more furious than on the first day.
Because the number of people gathered on the south bank has even reached 50,000 or 60,000. The number of people was so large that the concession garrison dispatched nearly a thousand people to maintain order. But for the first time, these Westerners, who were armed with live ammunition, did not aim their guns at these people.
They usually look down on Chinese people who wear suits or leather shoes or ragged clothes or Tsing Yi robes.
They are not only afraid that tens of thousands of Chinese people who are so excited and almost bursting with adrenaline will go crazy, but they also respect them. There is a light in the eyes of this group of ordinary Chinese civilians who spend their days in obscurity under batons and rifles.
That was the light of national awakening.
Especially the lone Chinese soldiers a hundred meters away, they used their lives and their guns to prove to the world that China will not retreat in the face of power, and they will resist, even if it means death.
Anyone who can protect his own nation with his life is worthy of respect, no matter he is a trafficker or a pawn.
Nanjing hundreds of miles away.
Liu Lang, who was dressed in military uniform, sat in front of the radio and heard the live broadcast as the radio station moved the equipment to the scene. However, he could hardly hear the voice of the sweet-sounding radio host, nor could he hear the voice of the radio host who was just imagining it.
The fierce sound of gunfire that we all know is the deafening sound of the people.
Through simple equipment, the slogans and impassioned songs of the people spread across hundreds or even thousands of miles throughout China.
All Chinese people sitting in front of the radio clenched their fists and had tears in their eyes.
That is not only the people of Shanghai, but also themselves. Facing powerful enemies, if millions, tens of millions or even 40 million compatriots can sing loudly without fear and bravely pick up guns to defend their homes, then
What else is there to be afraid of?
Liu Lang had always disliked shouting slogans and holding parades, thinking that it was just a scholar's act. But today, he could feel that the tens of thousands of people on the other side of the river were not shouting slogans just for the sake of shouting slogans, let alone because of the scholars.
The spirit is a kind of release of resentment, and it is also a kind of crazy venting of emotions!
Since the September 18th Incident, the Chinese nation has been suppressed for too long.
Since the two Opium Wars, the Chinese nation has been struggling in the abyss of suffering for too long. When a certain resentment reaches the extreme, when a certain emotion reaches the extreme, the slightest touch from the outside world will immediately detonate it.
The resistance of Xie Jinyuan's lone army in Sihang Warehouse was undoubtedly this triggering point.
Although he knew that in the past time and space, the "800 Warriors" battle in Sihang Warehouse inspired countless anti-Japanese soldiers to join the war of resistance, Liu Lang was still shocked by the rumbling sound in his ears.
These are his compatriots, his compatriots. They were once numb, and they were once cowardly, but they still have the unique heroism of the Chinese nation in their hearts. Who said, "There will be no China after Yashan, and there will be no China after the Ming Dynasty"? Here it is