It seems that the crazy heavy machine gun shooting and grenade bombing still cannot wake up the sleeping Chinese soldiers.
Abnormally frightening.
Of course, the Chinese people on the south bank of the Suzhou River were stamping their feet in anxiety. The attack was progressing smoothly. The Japanese soldiers, who had not been killed or even injured so far, were also very confused. They accidentally slipped and fell into the big hole where the explosion happened yesterday and almost died.
Ignore the idiot who drowned in the water in the pit.
"Baga! The Chinese have a conspiracy..." Wakitajiro gritted his teeth and almost crushed the telescope in his hand.
"There is a conspiracy again. Should we stop the attack first?" Colonel Bangchui was almost scared to death by Colonel Jiro Wakiita's "Chinese conspiracy theory". Yesterday he said that the Chinese had a conspiracy, but he suffered 800 casualties.
How many people will die today?
"Baga! On the battlefield, pointing your butt at the enemy is a stupider choice." Jiro Wakita glared at the Tibetan mastiff-level bastard next to him. "Today is the moment of decisive battle. There is no conspiracy, but there will be conspiracy.
Anyone who retreats will be shot without mercy."
Otherwise, Wakiitajiro was really afraid that this guy would ask, "What conspiracy are the Chinese?" Then how should he answer? Damn it, he couldn't think of it! This is what the Chinese are doing!
The hammer soldiers with weak legs had already rushed under the wall of the warehouse building. In addition to the heavy machine guns that were still covering the targeted fire points recorded in the past few days, the grenade bombardment had stopped long ago.
The Sihang Warehouse was still silent.
"There must be a new trick, throw explosive packets from the window or rooftop to kill those turtles!" The middle-aged man in a long coat, eyes wide open, stamped his feet and shouted.
"It must be, this is what Nong said last time, luring the snake out of the hole!" The rickshaw driver nodded and agreed with hope. Then, he looked at his new friend and old customer in confusion: "Brother Zhou,
Why do you still speak Henan dialect?"
"What's wrong with the Henan dialect? Henan people are also Chinese. The Chairman of the Generalissimo has said that whenever there is a war, there will be no distinction between people, old and young, and no distinction between north and south..." the middle-aged and older man in a coat said impassionedly.
"You're right, no, you're right. As long as we are fighting against the bastards, we are all Chinese." The rickshaw driver said with a pure Henan accent.
"Fellow fellow!" The middle-aged man in a long coat couldn't help but be stunned.
"I'm from Zhumadian, where's the one from?"
"I'm from Zhengzhou."
"Not far apart!"
"Don't worry about this, just concentrate on watching the brothers kill Guisun." The middle-aged and older man in a coat watched the Japanese soldiers hiding under the wall in the blind corner and gathering more and more. He couldn't help but become anxious and raised his hands high, "Brothers, throw it away."
Explosive pack! It will kill Guisun."
"Blow it up, blow it up to death."
"Blow it up quickly! It will kill Donkey Day."
"fry!"
Following his shouts, Chinese people from all over the world shouted loudly using their most proficient hometown slang. Of course, the core ideas are the same. If we don’t shoot, we should throw explosives to blow up! Yesterday’s attack
Exploding is quite addictive. Don't look at the arrogance of the little devils. If you make a few big bombs, the little devils will just rest.
For safety reasons, the Chinese people with Chinese wisdom have to stay at least 200 meters away from the Sixing Warehouse this time. Their own safety must be guaranteed. Otherwise, how will they watch the Japanese killing!
What it is like to have tens of thousands of people shouting. It is estimated that people who have been to the football league finals in later generations have experienced it. The sound erupted by tens of thousands of people can almost knock off the roof, and the people in it can't even hear it.
There was no other sound, including his own voice shouting along with him at the top of his lungs.
The Chinese people were very excited at this moment, but the shouts of landslides and earth shattering frightened the hammer soldiers who rushed under the wall. Although most people did not understand Chinese very well, the word "explosion"
, they can still understand it.
Looking at the majestic four-row warehouse with a height of 26 meters, the brains of the hammer soldiers are aching. Except for the soldiers who are busy stacking explosive bags to prepare for blasting, the other soldiers are almost crossing their legs and aiming their rifles upward. As long as one
If a figure appears, shoot.
Although they also know that it is of no use. They only need to throw a small grenade to detonate the explosive package, and then...
Naturally, there was a "bang", just like those hateful Chinese people shouted, everyone will explode into the sky.
It can be said that although there is no movement in the Sihang Warehouse, whether it is the mallet soldiers under the warehouse or the Japanese troops dozens of meters away and hundreds of meters away, their hearts are hanging.
Including Jiro Wakibata, who was watching all this silently with a telescope, the veins on his hands showed the excitement and uneasiness in Jiro Wakibata's heart. Just give the losers on the front line one more minute, no, thirty seconds.
.
Ever since an infantry squad was killed in the lobby on the first floor of the warehouse in less than three minutes, Wakiitajiro had completely given up on the plan to attack from the gate. His relatively skilled military common sense told him that there must be Chinese people inside.
The empty and unobstructed hall with heavy firepower placed by the people is a trap. No matter how many lives are lost, the hole cannot be filled.
The only correct way is to blast the walls and attack from several ways. Once inside the building, the Chinese who lose the cover of the walls will be doomed. There are currently four blind spots where explosives are being placed, including 70mm infantry cannons and 75mm mountain cannons.
There is no way to attack the wall because the explosives are not powerful enough. The five or six explosive packets buried under the wall total more than 30 kilograms of explosives, which is enough to blow up a tank into the sky and also enough to break a large hole in a one-meter-thick wall.
I'm afraid that the Chinese have a conspiracy! As the explosive packs were placed, the hammer soldiers evacuated one after another, but Wakiitajiro didn't relax at all. On the contrary, he was sweating profusely. He had been fighting with his opponents for several days in a row.
My experience is that in this terrible calm, there is often a bigger storm hidden.
But, what are the Chinese’s intentions? No matter how hard Wakitajiro racks his brains, he still can’t figure out why the Chinese defenders haven’t shown up yet. Even if they fire a shot, it’s good! At least they know what they want to do.
During the Three Kingdoms period, why did Zhuge Kongming sit alone on the city wall with the gate open, played a little tune, and frightened Sima Yi, who was leading tens of thousands of troops, so that he did not dare to move forward? That was because people were afraid of the unknown.
Now Wakiitajiro also has the same mentality. However, the only thing he is better than Sima Yi is that he is still driving soldiers to blast strong and thick walls. The empty city strategy currently deployed by Sihang Warehouse has not been completely frightened.
Even if it hurts him.
Of course, that's mainly because the front is full of dog-legged hammer soldiers, and those who really belong to the 36th Infantry Regiment under his command are almost all still waiting in the trenches 500 meters away. Even if the Chinese turn the Sihang Warehouse into a super large
The bomb will die as a loser instead of yourself, what a fool!
Thinking of this, Wakiitajiro's mind stabilized to some extent, and he issued a military order with a stern expression: "Order all imperial warriors on the front line who did not participate in the attack to hide in the trenches. Without military orders, they are not allowed to rush in."
This can also be regarded as a foreshadowing laid by Jiro Wakiita for encountering the Chinese conspiracy. If that happened, at least all the hammer soldiers were not killed. As for the hammer soldiers of nearly two infantry squadrons on the front line, they died.
, just die! Being loyal to the empire is their life goal.
With several loud "boom-boom-boom" sounds, the huge Sihang Warehouse was shaking. More than thirty kilograms of explosives were buried in each place. Even if it was as strong as the Sihang Warehouse, it could not withstand it.
After the smoke cleared, what appeared in front of everyone was that a large section of the wall of the once majestic Sihang Warehouse collapsed, forming new ruins below the warehouse. Four large holes that could almost drive a tank into were like the Sihang Warehouse crying.
The big mouth indicates the bad luck that the defenders of Sihang Warehouse are about to suffer.
The solid wall of the warehouse was blasted open. Nearly 300 Japanese troops who rushed out of the trench fifty meters away will rush in from the blast hole in ten seconds. The defenders in the warehouse will face the final blow.
war.
"Why are there no bombers? Why aren't there even shooters? Where are the people? They were all there yesterday!" the rickshaw driver muttered to himself with a heavy cry.
In the past few days, the defenders of Sihang Warehouse have been his spiritual totem. For this reason, he would rather not even support a family of young people in the cart-pulling business, but come here every day to watch them kill Japanese devils. If it weren't for Lao Zhou
With ten coppers to support each day, the three children at home could barely afford rice soup. But he still came, for no other reason than that every time the Chinese defenders at Sihang Warehouse killed a little Japanese,
Make him feel that his waist is harder.
In front of those Westerners, his waist had already bent too much and hurt.
He dreamed that one day, he would not have to bend down to say hello to those foreigners with yellow hair and blue eyes, nor would he have to bend down to pick up the coins they threw on the ground. Although such days have made this man come to Shanghai to work hard.
Fifteen years of hard work have long gone numb.
However, it does not mean that this ordinary Chinese has no dreams. He dreams that his son will not be like this again.
Finally, those Chinese soldiers who still fought bravely in the face of the Japanese army who were much stronger than them gave him hope. It turned out that the Chinese army could be so strong. As long as it was strong, sooner or later, they would be able to drive away the Japanese.
, it can also drive away these Westerners in the concession.
This is the territory of the Chinese, not the gringos.
This is the reason why the most ordinary Chinese driver, who pulls carts to support his family every day, insists on coming here every day to support this lonely army. His wish is small, but also very big.
But I dare not even think about it, is there any hope for such a nation? Although the rickshaw driver did not quite understand the slogans of the young students wearing Chinese tunic suits and promoting the slogans of the National War of Resistance among the crowd, he still understood one thing to some extent, that
That is, you have to at least dare to think.
The courage of the defenders of Sihang Warehouse became the precious spark that lit up the hope in the heart of this most ordinary Chinese coachman.
But now, will this fire be extinguished?
At this moment, unlike the excitement of the Japanese army, tens of thousands of Chinese people were silent and desperate.
The Chinese troops that had inflicted heavy casualties on the Japanese troops for several days disappeared. Are they afraid? Are they out of bullets? What happened to them?
But no matter what, the Japanese army had already blasted through the thick walls of the four-row warehouse that they had once been insurmountable. They were shouting disgusting "board loads" and swarming into the four big holes.