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Chapter 1421 The decisive battle has begun

The three super bombs really caused the Japanese soldiers heartache.

The three baton infantry squadrons that were struggling to dig trenches on three sides were basically wiped out, and they also picked up more than thirty engineers from the 36th Infantry Regiment.

Nearly 400 people were killed on the spot, and 200 people were still breathing when they were rescued. However, judging from their symptoms of vomiting black-red blood mixed with internal organs fragments, they would probably die sooner or later. If they were also shocked.

The more than 200 people whose ears were bleeding were basically destined to become deaf. Just from this explosion, the Stick Infantry Regiment lost the combat strength of four infantry squadrons.

"Oh my god!" The moment Captain Bangchui received the battle report, the tears that he had managed to hold back finally couldn't help but flow down again. He didn't even bother to learn his master's catchphrase, and just cursed in his hometown dialect.

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But, are the Chinese people being scolded? Or are they the master who ordered the stickmen to dig in desperately to prevent the Chinese from escaping? I am afraid only the red-eyed Commander Bangchui can guess this.

Of course, after all, it was not his own soldiers who died, but also the losers recruited from the colonies. Although Colonel Wakiitajiro was very depressed, he did not feel any major heartache.

When he was scolding him, he wanted to point at the guy's nose and yell: "Baga! Who are you scolding?"

However, it was under his command that hundreds of people were killed at once. Even if he pointed at the monk and scolded the bald man, he could only hold his nose and admit it at this moment. You know, this Battle of Songhu

, the Bangchui Corps has sent out a total of 30,000 troops. Even if it is a dog, it is the Tibetan Mastiff among dogs. If it makes others anxious, the consequences are not something that a small army commander like him can bear.

But, what can we do now? Use the night to continue to launch a strong attack on the Four Elements Warehouse? Wakiitajiro is a little tempted by this idea, but looking at the coward with tears in his eyes while staring at the battle report, he can only force himself to press this button

With the tempting thought, he patted the crying Colonel Colonel and consoled him: "I will definitely report the bravery of the imperial warriors to the division commander. The Chinese are now at the end of their rope. Today is also their last struggle. Tomorrow,

Tomorrow I promise to capture the Sihang Warehouse and use Chinese heads to pay homage to the fallen warriors."

"Hi!" Colonel Bangchui is worthy of being an official after all. He knows that no matter how dissatisfied he is, he, a dog, can't do anything to his master. He puts away his sad voice and grits his teeth and nods hard. "I request that tomorrow our army will be the leader of the army.

In the first sequence of attack, only by planting the imperial flag on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse can we wash away the shame."

This was actually a way for Captain Bangchui to express his goodwill to Wakiitajiro, to make up for his previous mistake of being a little too excited and pointing at the monk and scolding the bald man.

"Yoshi, Gaojun, I believe in the combat effectiveness of your unit. The honor of being the first to board the Chinese position must belong to you." Jiro Wakiba showed a smile on his face and encouraged him with gentle words.

Others have given in, so Wakitajiro naturally can't stand on his arrogance. After all, those who will die tomorrow will be those losers. According to Wakitajiro's analysis of the combat effectiveness of the Chinese defenders of the Sihang Warehouse, even if the Sihang Warehouse is captured tomorrow,

At least nearly a thousand casualties would have to be paid. Now that the enemy has taken the initiative to ask for a fight, what's wrong with saying a few nice words?

Although he suffered heavy losses, Wakiitajiro still analyzed that this should be the last resort of the defenders in the warehouse, and the rest was to survive. Although the three big pits cost the lives of hundreds of hammer warriors,

But these three large pits also indicate that the Chinese are no longer capable of digging tunnels.

Therefore, when night fell, the Japanese army did not rest. Instead, they used the night to continue repairing the trenches that were damaged by the big explosion on the front line, and stationed at least three infantry squadrons into the field trenches from three sides, and with each infantry

The team occupied a trench and divided it into three lines of defense to tightly blockade the four rows of warehouses.

The three searchlights hidden in the semi-permanent fortifications illuminated the entire Sihang Warehouse brightly. With this arrangement, even if the Chinese wanted to use the cover of darkness to carry out harassment, they would only be beaten by meat buns and never come back.

On the south bank of the Suzhou River, Japanese spies also poured in. Their task was to monitor whether there was any sound of underground excavation in this area. If there was one, quickly find the exit based on the sound. Wakibajiro was not afraid of his opponents running away, but was afraid that they would not run.

, once they dare to run into the concession, he will easily be able to detain these hateful enemies through the concession garrison. Through the success of threatening the concession garrison in the past few days, he has already tested the depths of this group of Westerners. In addition to being unable to

Apart from frontal military conflicts, when it comes to choosing between the powerful Japanese Empire and the weak China, Westerners are not so sacred.

If they don't run away, the Chinese can only be the turtle in the urn. Wakitajiro has secretly made up his mind that tomorrow is the decisive battle. No matter how many people die in the stick team, even if they all die in the battle, tomorrow he will conquer this fortress that has given him countless humiliations.

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The Japanese troops were busy digging trenches like groundhogs and continued to blockade the Sihang Warehouse, but the Chinese defenders in the Sihang Warehouse turned a blind eye and were silent, as if they were all asleep.

Until early in the morning, the Sihang Warehouse was still dark and eerily silent.

At least, that's how it looks to the Japanese troops of the 36th Infantry Regiment located 500 meters away from the warehouse. After several days of hard fighting, this group of remnant soldiers, with only more than 500 soldiers left, was placed in the fourth wave of storming sequence today. They

But you know, even though that fortress looks very quiet now, if you attack and enter within a hundred meters, that terrible fortress will be like an enraged wild boar, and the bullets and cannonballs flying out of it will hit you.

Your balls are all swollen. Thousands of their colleagues were beaten like this before.

Now looking at the situation, they are about to attack again. Many Japanese soldiers put the "Thousand Needles" amulet on their chests anxiously. Although they know it is of no use, it is good to have a little more comfort at a time like this.

However, even though his heart was trembling, the Japanese soldiers still felt a little more comforted when they saw the stickmen gathered in the trench dozens of meters away and listened to the lectures of several army officers. In any case, there were unlucky people who were used as cannon fodder, and

Or up to three waves. By the time it's their turn, maybe the Chinese position will have been conquered?

Unprecedentedly, the authentic Imperial Japanese Army members of the 36th Infantry Regiment have placed extremely high expectations on the servant army who usually do not take it seriously. They hope that they can conquer the enemy's terrifying fortress in one fell swoop without having to show off the power of the enemy themselves.

The valor of the Imperial Japanese Army.

Because, it basically represents death. It is better not to die. The Japanese army, which has been frightened, has long lost the vigor it had a few days ago, roaring and charging in the hail of bullets, and its combat effectiveness is no longer what it used to be.

.The so-called spirit of Bushido, in the face of endless death, has become a beautiful soap bubble that can burst with one prick.

As usual, there was another round of fierce artillery fire, and the front of the Sihang Warehouse was blown into a sea of ​​flames.

It was not until an hour later that the artillery fire gradually weakened, and the soldiers of the Stick Regiment were driven by the officers to bend down from the trench 150 meters away and entered the trench 50 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse at the forefront that had been repaired last night. Waiting

Then launch the first round of strong attacks.

The Bangchui people were already the kind with stiff faces, and now their faces were naturally livid. They gritted their teeth desperately to prevent their teeth from chattering, even though most of them were already scared to death. Although they were not with Sihang Warehouse

The Chinese defenders had fought head-on, but the tragic scene caused by the three big explosions yesterday evening had been lingering in their minds, reminding them that the enemy on the opposite side was far more terrifying than the enemies they had ever encountered.

This first wave of people rushing forward is looking for death. Even if the captain has promised that whoever rushes into the Four Lines Warehouse first, no matter who it is, will immediately be promoted to level three and be rewarded with 1,000 yen, but you have to live first to enjoy it.

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The charging distance of 50 meters was enough to kill them several times.

The Chinese people on the south bank of the Suzhou River also arrived on time. People began to gather at dawn at 7 o'clock in the morning, and by 8 o'clock, there were huge crowds of people again.

The middle-aged man in a long coat who was hit badly by falling tiles yesterday is here again. Although his head is bandaged like a rice dumpling, his eyes are swollen and narrowed into slits.

"Brother Zhou, the Japs are going to attack again. What do you think of today?" the rickshaw driver who has been doing his business for the past few days asked habitually.

Discussing the situation on the battlefield has become a daily routine for the two of them. As a teahouse owner, Zhou Jucai has read a few books and is more knowledgeable. He is also able to pay the fare on time and with good quality, so he naturally became the backbone of the duo.

"Today is difficult!" The middle-aged man in a long coat shook his head with a bitter look on his face. "Look, the little devils have dug trenches dozens of meters away from the warehouse. It only takes less than ten seconds for them to rush there.

Below the warehouse, and God knows if they will use the attack above as a cover to dig tunnels below to bury explosives? Once explosives are buried, the Sihang Warehouse will be in danger."

"Hiss~~~~ What should we do?" The rickshaw driver took a breath of air. "Can't we bury explosives like yesterday to kill the Japanese?"

"Do you think it's that easy to dig a tunnel?" The middle-aged man in a long coat couldn't help but glared at the rickshaw driver. "There are only a few brothers in the warehouse. They have to fight during the day and dig tunnels at night. Even if they are all iron men,

It’s unbearable.”

"Ayo! Then the officers are dead, what should we do?" After listening to Lao Zhou's analysis, the rickshaw driver's face became more and more anxious, and he rubbed his hands and stamped his feet.

"Why are you anxious? The soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. We have been watching here for so many days. The brothers on the opposite side are not in danger that day, but they are not killing the Japanese until they are on their backs." The middle-aged man in a long coat glanced at his companions and expressed confidence.

"Don't worry, it's my nephew who will hold the lantern today - if I'm looking for my uncle, I'll have to kill the kid until he's pissed off. There are some experts among the brothers across the street!"

Just, as time goes by.

Having already left the trenches, under the stern orders of the officers and under the cover of crazy firing from more than a dozen heavy machine guns and bombardment from at least thirty grenade launchers, the first wave of attacking baton soldiers began to trot with their guns bent over.

At that time, there was still silence in Sihang Warehouse.

"Shoot! Brothers, shoot!" The middle-aged man in a long coat couldn't help but start stamping his feet, and the sweat on his face couldn't help dripping. "If you don't shoot, it will be too late."

The nearest Japanese soldier without a helmet was only about thirty meters away from the warehouse.


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