The battle fatality rate for the defenders of warehouses that relied on strong and thick walls was as high as 10%, not to mention the exposed Japanese troops who were desperate to charge.
If the battle loss ratio of 10 to 1 is not enough, then multiply it by 10.
There is almost no need to count them. Just looking at the piles of shit-yellow corpses lying everywhere on the positions near and far outside the warehouse, we know that in these few hours of fierce fighting, they have more than two infantry squadrons that can basically be abolished.
If the number of people lost in the two waves of attacks launched in the early morning is added to the number, the heavy baggage troops previously added by the 36th Infantry Regiment can be basically considered exhausted.
Let’s not talk about whether we can capture the Four Lines Warehouse today. From this moment on, His Excellency Colonel Wakiitajiro can basically become a Major, because the number of soldiers under his command is only a little more than an infantry brigade.
Tantai Mingyue also wrote this sentence in her battlefield diary: "On October 31, our army has no chance of killing the enemy!"
This is the title and also the content.
The declaration quickly printed this simple battlefield diary in type. The entire front page showed the back of a soldier with four grenades on his waist, wearing a helmet, and holding a rifle, with the caption: "Our army has no chance of killing the enemy!"
'Six big characters.
The government propaganda department remained silent, but it did not stop the largest newspaper in Songhu from referring to the warehouse defenders who had refused military orders and removed their collar badges as our army.
Even with regard to the Western Concession, although some consuls expressed their protest to the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, neither side stated the matter openly.
This is politics, the transactions are so dirty and disgusting, but they are destined to be in the dark corners. Once it is exposed to the world, not to mention the high-level figures in China will be in a state of distress, and the Western concessions will not be far behind.
The hundreds of thousands or even millions of Chinese people living in the concession were like a dynamite keg in the past few days, and their high national emotions were on the verge of exploding. Once they knew that their heroes were actually suppressed because of Western oppression,
What kind of terrible situation would it be if the top management in our country gave up?
Thousands of guns in the concession alone? Even the most arrogant Western generals would not dare to attack this guarantee.
Especially when an incident broke out in the concession after 4 p.m., a certain Western consul who was still clamoring was completely silenced.
From noon to the afternoon, except for the roar of guns and cannons, the cheers of the Chinese people have long since disappeared.
Although they expected the brutality of today's battle, the situation still far exceeded their expectations.
Right under their noses, the Japanese death squads charged one after another. The Chinese soldiers risked being hit by infantry artillery. They could not hide behind the shooting holes in the thick walls and could only stand and have a better view.
Fight back tenaciously behind the sandbag fortifications with a larger shooting angle.
Even if the sandbag fortifications and the soldiers were hit and blown to pieces by infantry artillery shells, soldiers would immediately bring in the sandbags and pile them up again, and continue to crawl on the fortifications that were already full of the flesh and blood of their comrades and shoot.
When a group of Japanese infantrymen had entered the blind corner of the warehouse and were desperately piling their explosive packs into the corner, the red-eyed Chinese soldiers no longer hid behind the wall on the roof and threw grenades downwards based on probability.
Instead, he exposed most of his body and looked for the blind spot covered by the wide eaves, determined the target, and then threw the grenade.
The result of this was naturally discovered by the Japanese light and heavy machine guns responsible for fire cover. The roof of the building was originally the focus of their defense.
The next moment, I don’t know how many bullets hit the body of the Chinese soldier. The dark blue color was soaked with blood and turned into a deep purple. However, the soldier who was spitting out blood still leaned down on the roof wall and dropped the grenade accurately.
The Japanese army had piled at least seven or eight explosives there, and was still frantically digging in the ground, hoping to blow the place up in one fell swoop.
The grenade detonated the explosive package, and the explosives weighing more than 30 kilograms exploded. The terrible explosion blasted a large hole in the corner of the warehouse through which the tank could enter. It also swept away the Japanese troops within 30 meters who had no time to escape.
Fallen leaves usually roll out more than twenty meters.
However, the air waves that were blocked by the wall and soared up along the wall also hit at the same time. While smashing the thick eaves into pieces, they also swept up the Chinese soldiers who were leaning out and unable to lie back down into the sky.
The body weighing more than 100 kilograms was like a light leaf. Amid the tears of the Chinese people, it was thrown away by the terrible air waves and finally fell into the Suzhou River seven or eight meters away from the warehouse.
The water splashed into the sky.
he died!
Yes, almost everyone knows that he may have died from the moment his head hung heavily after throwing the grenade.
No matter whether he would be swept up by the air waves or fall into the Suzhou River, he would not be able to survive.
But, why do we always feel that he is still alive when we look at his body sinking and floating in the river?
What if he is still alive?
Looking at this scene, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his eyes gradually became firm, and he handed the hand holding the child tightly to his wife who had her head lowered behind her and did not dare to look at the battlefield, and took off the navy blue shirt that the theater owner had personally returned.
The robe was wrapped around his son who looked at him with wide eyes because he didn't understand.
“Changqing, what are you going to do?” The middle-aged woman looked at her husband with panic in her eyes.
Hands that had become thin and slightly rough grabbed hold of her husband's clothes regardless of the public.
A woman’s intuition and understanding of her husband are giving her crazy warning signs that her husband is about to do something extremely dangerous.
"Xiuyun, from now on Bao'er will have to take care of you more." Yue Changqing looked at his wife, tenderness flashing in his eyes, but more apologetic, but there was no hesitation in his words: "When he grows up in the future,
If the war is not over yet, tell him that the men of the Yue family can be ordinary people, but they must not be slaves of foreign races."
After saying that, he squatted down, touched his son’s forehead with his forehead, and murmured in a low voice: “Son, grow up quickly!”
"Abba!" The child just had time to shout when he saw his father break free from his mother's hand holding the hem of his clothes and run wildly along the street.
On the deserted south bank of the Suzhou River, he ran so fast, like a galloping horse, more like an arrow.
Everyone can feel the momentum that once he leaves, he will never look back.
“What does he want to do?” The middle-aged man in black, who was watching the battle with solemn eyes not far away, was slightly startled.
Then he became silent.
Because, he understood.
Not only did he understand, many Chinese people who saw this scene also understood.
He was going to fish out the body of a Chinese soldier who fell into the Suzhou River, whether he was dead or alive.
He couldn't let his hero stay alone in the cold river.
Looking at the middle-aged man jumping into the Suzhou River without hesitation, the middle-aged man's eyes were like swords: "Brothers, what do you say?"
“This is Allah’s Songhu. We cannot let outsiders compare it.” A young man also dressed in black had clear eyes and turned away.
A dozen or so people in black followed.
“Don’t worry, Xiaodao, if something unexpected happens, you and your brothers’ settlement allowance will be paid ten times as usual.” The middle-aged man’s eyes were slightly red, but he shouted sadly at the young people who were leaving.
This gangster who has been involved in the underground world of Songhu for more than ten years knows that if he goes here, he may die without a chance.
The young man did not look back and waved goodbye.
After discovering the behavior of Chinese people jumping into the Suzhou River on the south bank of the Suzhou River, the already red-eyed Japanese army immediately turned the muzzle of their machine guns and fired brazenly into the Suzhou River.
The south bank of Suzhou River is a concession, but Suzhou River is not.
Bullets shot into the river like raindrops, and the water was churning with blood-colored foam.
The Japanese shooters were grinning. This may be their greatest achievement during the day.
However, soon, the smiles solidified on their faces.
Because, those Chinese people are different from the Chinese people they once knew.
In the past, when faced with death, most Chinese people would instinctively become numb and silent, watching their heroes sinking and sinking in the waves from a distance, and watching their compatriots die in the river.
But this time, the nearly 10,000 Chinese people watching the battle on both wings had wet eyes and red eyes.
Even though the Japanese frontline commander brought in another light machine gun to fire, hundreds of Chinese people rushed out of the barricades and rushed to the watering point where the Chinese soldiers fell into the water. They jumped down in the face of the deadly bullets.
Most of them are young people, aged 17 or 18, which is the golden age of studying.
But these most precious things, they don’t want them anymore.
To live towards death or to die towards death?
neither.
They take the initiative to go to death to save death.
“Heroes can die, so can I!”
This is the headline that will appear on the front page of a new newspaper in the evening.
Seven huge black fonts have shocked everyone's heart even before they read the text.
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