Early morning of the sixth day, the weather was sunny
When the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, the blue sky and white sun flag of Sihang Warehouse was still flying in the sky, and the warehouse was still in the hands of the Chinese army.
The last ten wounded soldiers gathered on the top floor. They united tightly with the national flag as the center. Facing the two wounded soldiers at the stairway, each held a Czech light machine gun. One of the wounded soldiers lowered his head.
With his head hanging down, the muzzle of the gun was facing the stairs, his legs were already bloody, and there was no trace of his calves. There was only a pool of blood and countless bullet casings and empty magazines underneath.
On the stairs in front of him, the corpses of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were lying in a mess. Looking down the stairs, there were countless corpses of Japanese soldiers lying densely on the entire staircase. They were even piled up at the corners, making it impossible to pass.
Someone comes.
"Deng, Deng, Deng..." Footsteps were heard again from downstairs, as well as the sound of Japanese shouting. The Japanese on the fourth floor were vigorously clearing the corpses blocking the stairs in preparation for the next attack.
"Hey, you idiot, the Japs are coming again, get ready to fight!"
A soldier pushed Er Sha hard, who was facing the stairs, but Er Sha didn't react at all. He tremblingly stretched his hand under Er Sha's nose, and found that Er Sha had stopped breathing long ago, and his body was already paralyzed.
It was cool, but Er Sha kept his fighting posture.
"The two idiots are here!" Zheng Shijue moved his arms and pointed his pistol at the stairs.
"Battal Commander, Er Shao died!"
After Zheng Shijue heard this, he was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and then quickly adjusted his mentality: "Sacrifice is good, you will be free, hahaha, brothers, our ancestors said that you will die in battle.
Being shrouded in horse leather is the highest honor for a soldier. We died on the battlefield today. It was worth it. How many Japanese soldiers did you kill last night?"
"Battal Commander, I can't count them. There must be dozens of them. The Japanese are like fools. They rush up one after another. I will shoot them and kill them all!"
A wounded soldier lying on the side yelled with all his strength. He was covered in wounds, most of which were grenade shrapnel. This was because the Japanese kept throwing grenades towards the roof of the building and attacking them in order to attack them at night.
Caused by shelling.
There were more than twenty corpses of the defenders lying on the roof. They all died heroically last night. Zheng Shijue was originally going to die with the Japanese on the first floor, but he was carried to the top floor by a soldier called Er Sha.
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On the top floor, these wounded soldiers used the weapons in their hands to withstand the enemy's grenade explosions. They repeatedly charged and dozens of other attacks, but still failed to capture the top floor of Sihang Warehouse.
"Brothers, the Japanese are about to attack. Everyone, cheer up. Move those who can move and those who cannot move, prepare grenades. We have no captured soldiers in the 524th Regiment!"
"good!"
All the wounded soldiers who were still alive struggled to straighten their bodies. Some were holding grenades, some were holding pistols, and a light machine gun. They all aimed at the stairway, which was about thirty meters away from them.
meters, and the Japanese footsteps are getting closer and closer.
At the entrance of the stairs on the fourth floor, a small team of Japanese soldiers had finished cleaning the stairs. Their faces were expressionless. They couldn't figure out what kind of Chinese army they were facing, and they could resist so tenaciously.
Last night, there were injured soldiers on the first floor and two floors on the second floor. They fought with the Japanese for most of the night and finally retreated to the top floor. There were only twenty or thirty wounded Chinese soldiers on the top floor. The Japanese officer's first choice was to persuade them to surrender, but they failed.
It had no effect, and these soldiers would rather die than surrender.
After the failure to persuade them to surrender, the Japanese launched an attack on the fifth floor. After the first wave of attacks were repelled, the Japanese chose to use grenades, mortars, etc., but they never succeeded. As time went by, finally at dawn
At that time, the Japanese still did not capture the Sihang Warehouse, and the white sun flag in the blue sky still did not fall.
"The devils are coming, fight!"
After Zheng Shijue yelled, he raised his weak arm and pulled the trigger towards the stairs. Now Zheng Shijue couldn't control the recoil of the pistol at all. After firing a shot, he almost fell to the ground due to inertia.
However, he still stubbornly sat up again and continued to shoot at the Japanese at the top of the stairs, and so on.
The machine gunner who was facing the stairs, holding a Czech style, was facing the stairs. The bullets in a magazine were quickly emptied. After there was a gap in firepower, the Japanese finally rushed to the fifth floor.
"boom!"
Zheng Shijue was shot again and groaned, but he still raised his gun like a gun, and pulled the trigger again at the nearest Japanese soldier.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
After Zheng Shijue finished firing, he was hit four or five times in a row. His arm was slowly hammered down, but his hand still held the pistol firmly. His eyes were as wide as brass bells, staring at the Japanese soldiers in front of him.
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"Little devil, your grandpa is here!"
At this time, a defender who was lying on the other side of the stairs pretending to be a corpse suddenly appeared, holding two grenades in his hands, and rolled down the gap and landed in the stairs.
"boom!"
Two explosions sounded, and a cry came from downstairs. The soldiers charging up the stairs were killed by more than ten people, and there were also a group of wounded soldiers.
The gunfire slowly stopped. There were no wounded on the fifth floor who could shoot. The few surviving wounded soldiers were surrounded by a group of Japanese soldiers in the middle. There were roughly a dozen Japanese soldiers surrounding them.
"Platoon commander, there are only ten Japanese, which is a bit few!"
A soldier tilted his head and counted the number of Japanese in front of him one by one. Finally, he weakly said to the seriously injured platoon leader next to him.
"Wait, wait, the Japanese will definitely want us to surrender. If the Japanese want to inspect, we will fight them!"
"good!"
After the Japanese rushed to the fifth floor, someone quickly reported the news to an officer who was commanding on the fourth floor. After hearing this, the colonel excitedly hammered the table: "How many prisoners are there!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "There are still several Chinese soldiers who have lost their resistance and are surrounded by us!"
"Yamaguchi-kun, you can speak Chinese. Please go and surrender. Let these Chinese soldiers surrender. Tell them that as long as they surrender, we can forget about it and do our best to treat their injuries. At the same time, we will let them serve as officials!"
"Yes! But Miyamoto-kun, do we really want to persuade these Chinese soldiers to surrender? Many warriors in the empire died under their guns. If we recruit them to surrender, there may be some in the army..."
Colonel Miyamoto smiled: "Don't worry, the general will handle these things. This Chinese army has too much influence. We need some prisoners or surrendered soldiers to promote us. Go ahead, we need prisoners!"
"Hayi!"
The Japanese named Yamaguchi bowed, took two steps back, and walked towards the stairwell from the fourth floor to the fifth floor. The entire staircase was covered with corpses on both sides, all of which were left behind when the Japanese attacked the fifth floor. Blood.
After solidification, this not-too-long staircase became very slippery, so you had to be careful every step you took.
The further you go up, the more slippery the stairs become. The blood of the Japanese soldiers who were just killed and the Japanese soldiers who were killed in the bombing are scattered on the ground. For people who are not very good at psychological endurance, walking on this staircase does not feel like the direction.
On the fifth floor, we headed towards hell.
After Yamaguchi reached the fifth floor, the Japanese who surrounded the wounded soldiers gave way to a gap. Yamaguchi walked slowly over and saw a group of soldiers covered in wounds and blood. Their uniforms were in tatters and there were thick scars on their faces.
Layer Hui couldn't see their faces at all.
Most of the people here were very thin, and could even be described as skinny. Yamaguchi could never imagine that the soldiers who had blocked them for six days and five nights looked like this.
According to the thinking of the Japanese soldiers, the defenders in this warehouse are all Chinese troops, powerful and well-trained. But now after seeing it with his own eyes, Yamaguchi suddenly became silent and slowly swept over himself.
Every Chinese soldier in front of me.
"You are all warriors!" Yamaguchi spoke slowly in half-baked Chinese.
The wounded soldier who could still move his body gently touched his companion: "Hey, this little devil said that we are warriors. He praised us!"
"Ahem, this, this little devil has no good intentions, ahem, you have such a big mouth, just stop saying a few words, ahem!"
The platoon leader next to him coughed as he spoke. He was shot in the abdomen and was bleeding. He pressed weakly with his left hand, but the blood continued to flow out, but the platoon leader endured it.
, without making a sound.
"We, the Imperial Army of the Empire of Japan, admire warriors like you the most. I am here on behalf of the Imperial Army of the Empire of Japan. As long as you surrender, we will treat you preferentially and help you treat your wounds. At the same time, we will also allow you and your
family reunion!”
When he said this, Yamaguchi observed the changes in the expressions of every soldier, hoping to find a breakthrough, but all the wounded soldiers who were still alive looked at him with mocking expressions, and no one was willing to pay attention to him.
Yamaguchi was not angry, but chose another way: "We have also prepared money for you. You can ask for as much as you need. As long as we have it, we can give it to you. Of course, if you want to be an official, we will
We can also arrange work for you, and you will definitely all be at the level of battalion commander or above!"
After hearing this, Big Mouth touched his platoon leader again: "Platoon leader, the Japanese said that if they give us money, we can also become officials!"
The platoon leader knew Big Mouth's character, so he turned his head and looked over with difficulty: "Do you want to be a lackey?"
"I don't want it! I'll just say it, but this little devil is quite fun, and you won't be too lonely on the road to hell!"
"Nani?"
Yamaguchi can speak Chinese, but he is not a China expert. He doesn’t know what Huangquan Road is. However, he can see that the man opposite him, who is covered in wounds and bleeding from the abdomen, is an officer. He reaches out and takes out the gauze from the Japanese soldier behind him.
Slowly squatting down: "This Chinese officer, your courage deserves our admiration. You can think about my proposal carefully. I will bandage your wound first. You only have one life. If it is gone, there will be nothing."
Got it!"
"Platoon leader, there are almost thirty Japs, are they enough?"
As soon as Yamaguchi finished speaking, he heard a shout, and he didn't quite understand what it meant. At this time, Zhang Qiang, the platoon leader of the 524th Regiment in front of him, shouted: "That's enough!"
