The 36th Infantry Regiment headquarters 600 meters away.
Amid the thunderous singing of the Chinese people, there was silence in the wing headquarters, and even the sound of breathing was much quieter.
The combat staff sat blankly in front of the map without saying a word.
Just tens of seconds ago, the once invincible warriors of the Imperial Army were defeated by the Chinese in the most proud hand-to-hand combat of the Imperial Army.
If they were all killed in battle, the Imperial Army's face wouldn't be too ugly. The damn Chinese actually had a super samurai who killed more than ten people by himself.
However, five of them were so frightened that they jumped into the ruins like gray rats and fled, completely tearing off the last fig leaf of the Imperial Army.
It's not scary that the Colonel and Lieutenant Colonel roared, but what's scary is that the two of them didn't say a word for several minutes, even when they saw the five cowards who had the courage to tear off the last fig leaf of the Imperial Army and fled into the ruins.
That was a sign that the volcano was about to erupt, and the staff at the headquarters knew it very well, and they were all waiting in fear for the arrival of His Majesty the Colonel's monstrous wrath.
"Your Majesty Colonel, why didn't you just order the heavy machine gun squadron to fire indiscriminately on the battlefield, so that you can kill the remaining Chinese and shoot those humiliating Imperial Army soldiers on the spot?" Takeo Kitajima asked with some confusion.
Jiro Wakita stood in the fortifications like a sculpture and looked into the distance.
After a long time, Wakiitajiro slowly turned around. Although his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were brighter than ever.
"Kitajima-kun, there is no doubt that in the hand-to-hand duel just now, we lost." Wakitajiro did not have the rage that Kitajima expected, but instead he replied unexpectedly calmly. "The Chinese have a samurai.
A master of the same level could fight one against ten. The Chinese won, but the Chinese civilians did not cheer. Why? Because our imperial warriors also caused them great pain, and half of their soldiers fell.
If we use machine guns to shoot them at this time, what do you think we can get besides killing a dozen Chinese soldiers?"
"Our imperial warriors who are still watching the battle from behind will feel that their army commander has lost the confidence to fight the Chinese decisively except with bullets and artillery shells." At the moment Kitajima Takeo broke into cold sweat on his forehead, he threatened
Banjiro took the initiative to tell the reason quietly. "What's more, the Chinese soldiers are only ten meters away from the warehouse. Whether they can all be killed with bullets is still unknown. Rather than letting the Imperial Army warriors completely lose their confidence and courage, it is better to use this
Come and tell them that this is just a small defeat, and our decisive battle with the Chinese has just begun. Do you understand?"
"Hi! Your Excellency, the commander, is wise." Takeo Kitajima put his feet together and lowered his head heavily.
At this moment, he finally knew where the gap between himself and Colonel Jiro Wakiba was. It was not about tactics, but the courage to bear failure. This soldier who had served in the army for more than twenty years had a far stronger tenacity than him.
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"So, where are the soldiers who chose to retreat?" Takeo Kitajima asked as he looked at the soldiers who seemed to have been forgotten by both sides and were running desperately in the ruins. Two of them even threw away their rifles just to increase their speed.
"That will be decided by the supervising team. The military order they received is that anyone who retreats without receiving an order to retreat will be shot without mercy." A trace of red appeared on Jiro Wakita's pale face.
Takeo Kitajima knew that this was a sign that the Army Colonel was trying to suppress his rage. After this failure, the Army Colonel was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Gunshots rang out again.
It came from the Japanese position, but this time, their shooting target was not the Chinese defenders hundreds of meters away, but their colleagues who were scared out of their wits in the ruins.
No one could escape the intensive fire from three heavy machine guns and dozens of rifles.
The figures of the five Japanese soldiers suddenly fell down, less than 60 meters away from the trench they longed for.
"Ni Nenliang, the Japanese are really ruthless." Lei Xiong gasped and looked away from the outside, leaning against the sandbag fortification and just smacking his lips. "Obviously you can shoot and kill the deserters earlier, but you have to wait until the deserters escape.
Only shoot when you get to the frontline soldiers..."
"Haha, the Japanese are not as ruthless as you, Captain Lei! If you don't stay in the fortifications, you have to go out and fight with the little devil with real swords and guns." Chen Yunfa, who was also half-lying down and resting, couldn't help but grin.
Mouth smiled.
Killing ten people in a row looked very powerful, but Chen Yunfa also exploded with all his strength. The fight lasted for just one minute, and the energy consumed was even more tiring than walking five kilometers off-road on a mountain road with full armor.
The moment they returned to the warehouse with their dead and seriously injured brothers on their backs, from Chen Yunfa to Lei Xiong to all the soldiers who were able to walk back to the warehouse alive, no one did not immediately lie down on the ground to recover their strength.
The intense secretion of adrenaline can allow people to exert their maximum strength and forget about fear and even reduce pain when fighting. However, after the crisis, almost no one can resist the extreme fatigue that makes their hands and feet weak and tired to death.
Fortunately, they didn't need to take care of the two seriously wounded men. The moment they rushed out of the warehouse, the infantry platoons on both wings knew that the frontal defense was at its most dangerous, and each sent half an infantry squad for reinforcements. That was all they could do.
The largest number of troops sent.
The battle on the two flanks has never stopped from the beginning. Although the risk is not as high as on a frontal battlefield, they still have to look for the Japanese demolition team through the small shooting holes on the smoke-filled battlefield.
, trying to stop the Japanese infantry who used all kinds of smoke to approach the warehouse was not an easy task.
The second and third platoons of soldiers who formed an infantry squad temporarily took over their defense. The only thing the soldiers who returned to the warehouse alive and half-lying on the ground leaning against the wall did was gasp for air.
Only then can they be sure that they survived.
"If you don't fight with them like this, the little devils really think that Tian is the boss and they are the second child. The people of Ri Nenliang are not like old ladies. When the men are hard, they will be soft and cowardly." Lei Xiong is obviously worried about this.
I was very satisfied with such a great victory in this battle. After hearing what Chen Yunfa said, he felt a surge of joy on his face.
However, when his eyes passed over the seven corpses lying on the ground not far away, which had been checked by the soldiers and had stopped breathing and neatly arranged and covered with sacks, the look on their faces was replaced by sadness, "It's just a pity for those few.
Brother, if I didn't give this order, they might not die."
He turned around and looked at the row leader who was sitting two meters away from him. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth and trying hard to strike a match, but his hands were shaking for a long time without wiping the fire. "Old Zhang, I'm sorry."
"Company Commander, you said this is boring. Since my brothers dare to come here with you, none of them are cowards who are afraid of death." The second lieutenant, who was still trying to wipe away the fire, paused his hands slightly, lowered his head and replied in a sullen voice. "
Besides, brothers killed the little thirty-year-old Japanese in this battle, even if the ball is lost, it’s not a loss.”
"You know what I'm talking about. It's a pity that I don't have a military rank now, so I can't promote Shuanzi and the others. Don't blame me." Lei Xiong sighed when he saw the platoon leader, and moved over to pat him.
The queue leader kept his head down and said, "Give me a cigarette to relieve my fatigue."
The second lieutenant quietly took out the wrinkled cigarette case from his coat pocket, threw it to Lei Xiong, and continued to strike the match that he seemed to never be able to strike.
It was as if that way, people could not see his tear-stained face and his soft sobs that he bit his lips with his teeth so that no one could hear him.
It was not until much later that Chen Yunfa knew why Lei Xiong said sorry to the cadet platoon leader. Because one of the seven soldiers lying on the ground was his biological brother.
Lieutenant Zhang, whose parents died when he was young, has been raising his younger brother, who is five years younger, on his own since he was 9 years old. Even when he went to military school, he still took his teenage brother with him. He joined the 88th Division two years ago as a
At the same time as the platoon leader, his 16-year-old younger brother was also brought into the army by him.
He just wanted to fulfill the instructions left by his parents, raise his young brother and give him a full meal, but unexpectedly, he brought his young brother into the gate of hell, when he was still more than ten days away from his 18th birthday.
The youngest private in the Lei Xiong Infantry Company in both age and age died in the first wave of fighting. Courage can make up for a lot, but it cannot fill the gap between an eighteen-year-old boy and a Japanese soldier with more than five years of service.
There is a huge gap between veterans and ruthless stabbing skills.
However, the first-class soldier's death was not in vain. When he took the initiative to welcome the Japanese bayonet with his chest, the bayonet in his hand also pierced the chest of the Japanese veteran. When the recruit decided to trade death for death, even if he fought hard
Even the Japanese veteran whose stabbing skills were far superior to his was unable to dodge the knife that was only 0.1 seconds slower than his and would surely kill his opponent.
If they don't break out of the fortress of Sihang Warehouse, the probability of the recruits dying is far less than 50%, but if they rush out and fight hand-to-hand, the death rate will definitely be higher than 80%. This point, as the platoon leader and brother
The second lieutenant knew better than anyone else, so he chose to question, but in the end he chose to obey the order.
He was not dead. His brother was dead, just two meters away from him. He saw with his own eyes his brother's blood spurting out from the thick blood groove of the bayonet, but he could not do anything. He had to be a soldier first.
, a platoon leader, he must first kill the enemy in front of him, and then help the other brothers kill the enemy bandits. Only after killing all the enemies without dying, can he have the opportunity to use a hemostatic bag to hold down the fatal wound on his brother's chest.
When the Japanese army turned around and ran away, all the other Japanese soldiers were killed. When he took the hemostatic bag and ran frantically towards his brother who had a Japanese bayonet stuck in his chest, the hemostatic bag was actually useless.
Because there is no more blood to shed.
The second lieutenant's match remained unlit until the Japanese artillery fire rang out again. An infantry artillery shell blew away the sandbag fortifications and ignited the remaining sandbags.
Cigarette lit.
After taking a few deep breaths of the thin blue smoke, the second lieutenant climbed towards the observation hole and said, "The Japs are attacking again. Everyone, follow my orders before shooting. Let them go 150 meters. Use rifles first. Give all submachine guns to me first."
Clamp the bullet."
The elder brother who mourned the death of his younger brother disappeared, and the infantry platoon leader returned.
All sorrows must be left until the war.
Those who have died or failed are not entitled to pain.
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