Yes, the number of Chinese soldiers in the Sixing Warehouse is still an unsolved mystery for the current Japanese commanders at all levels.
This is also a mystery deliberately created by Tang Dao.
If the number of troops is too small, the Japanese commander, who is driven mad by the large number of casualties, may resort to a life-and-death attack.
This kind of thing has never happened in the history of the Japanese army, which is famous for its stubbornness.
In the Russo-Japanese War that broke out thirty-three years ago, Nogi Nogi, who was called the God of War by Japanese militarists, mobilized 3 divisions, 2 reserve regiments, and 2 field artillery brigades, totaling 56,000 troops, in order to capture Lushunkou.
With manpower and 386 artillery pieces, it launched three general attacks against the 33,000 Russian troops stationed there.
Lasting for 150 days, the Japanese troops were on a rampage, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Nogi Nogi used seas of people, tunnels, night attacks, and even organized 3,500 death squads with white cloths on their heads to charge, but they all ended in failure, and more than 50,000 Japanese troops were killed.
people.
To put it bluntly, this guy was called a "foolish general" by later generations of military historians. The so-called tactics in front of him were nothing but heaps of lives. He tried to frighten his opponents with stupid human sea tactics, but the result was of course...
His face was covered in blood.
If the Japanese army did this, the number of enemy kills would be gratifying, but the losses at Sihang Warehouse would be huge. More importantly, Tang Dao would also have to take into account the hundreds of thousands of Chinese civilians in the concession. Tens of thousands of crazy Japanese
If left alone, the use of naval guns and large-caliber artillery would be a disaster for the civilians in the concession.
As for those countries in the Western world, Tang Dao knew very well that in fact they were just goods working with the Japanese invaders.
In their eyes, the weak China has no right to let them break up with the ambitious Japan.
Even if the concession is bombed, the most it can do is make a painless statement of condemnation.
That is to say, the current Japanese high-level officials do not dare to act recklessly without testing the bottom line of the Western world. As the war progresses, they will pay less and less attention to the Western world.
But the person currently sitting in the highest position in China has always regarded the Western world as a life-saving straw to save the country. History will eventually prove that it is a joke.
People have to rely on themselves, and so do countries and nations.
Perhaps the Army Lieutenant Colonel also thought so.
The sky finally turned white, and dawn arrived.
In the warehouse, amidst the shouts of the officers, the soldiers climbed up from their bedding, eating baked potatoes that had been prepared by each company's cooking squad, and habitually wiping their firearms, laying down the ones they had laid out last night.
Check the bullets in the magazine carefully again.
The faces of most of the soldiers were a little tense. Although the contact with the Japanese army last night was a small victory, these soldiers who had fought for the rest of their lives knew that the real decisive battle was during the day.
The Japanese army will no longer be an infantry squadron. The strongest firepower is only light machine guns and grenade launchers. It will be an infantry brigade or more. The ones attacking warehouses will also be replaced by infantry artillery and mountain artillery.
At this time, the morning glow filled the sky, and the light became brighter and brighter. It was possible to clearly see the situation hundreds of meters away.
Dozens of shit-yellow Japanese corpses were still left in front of the minefield 200 meters away from the warehouse, unusually conspicuous among the ruins.
"The Japanese are coming!" the soldiers on the lookout post shouted.
Some of the soldiers held unfinished baked potatoes in their mouths, and some simply stuffed the potatoes into their arms, or simply threw them away, buckled on their helmets, carried their firearms, and carried bullet pouches, and rushed to the place where they were assigned last night.
Good fighting position.
More than 400 meters away from the front of the warehouse, the shit-yellow figure of the Japanese army loomed faintly among the ruins.
"Pass my order. We are approaching the enemy's defense area at this time. All infantry teams should keep a sufficient distance and pay attention to where you step. The Chinese are very cunning."
A Japanese captain hiding behind a broken wall put down his telescope and gave orders to the communications soldiers following him.
As the brigade deputy of the 1st Infantry Battalion and the squadron leader of the 4th Infantry Squadron, Captain Koizumi Reimai naturally became the top commander of an infantry squadron and a half in frontal advancement, and he maintained sufficient vigilance.
It's not because that idiot Kurokawa Orizo's squadron suffered heavy losses, but because of all the battle reports against the Chinese last night.
The Japanese captain who was lying on the camp bed last night became more and more frightened as he thought about it. It seemed that the imperial officers and soldiers had carelessly stepped into the trap and were attacked by the heavy firepower of the Chinese, which caused such huge losses. However, there was always a premonition that made him feel uncomfortable.
Not that simple.
Unable to sleep, he deduced it with war chess. He was surprised to find that even if he knew there was a trap ahead, the imperial officers and soldiers would still choose to run into it.
Because the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army does not allow them to retreat, especially when they find that there are only two opponents. Whoever dares to order a retreat must be punished by thousands of people.
The opponent's commander is no longer strong because of his exquisite tactical arrangements, but because he has accurately calculated his own psychology.
What kind of tactics would such a terrifying opponent use today?
Koizumi Reicheng, who was thinking a lot, had no clue at all.
He could only ask the remnants of the 1st Infantry Squadron and the 4th Infantry Squadron under his command, a total of six infantry squads with more than 300 people, to be more cautious and cautious as they approached the battlefield.
Following the order of this cautious Japanese captain, more than 300 Japanese troops were spaced at least five meters apart on average, and the cross-sectional width of the slowly advancing formation was more than 400 meters.
Warehouse roof.
"Oh! The commander of the little devil has learned to be honest today!" Lei Xiong, who had already sat on the shooting seat of the Suluotong twin-mounted machine gun on the top floor, looked into the distance with his binoculars, his mouth full of disdain.
"Sir, let me do it! How dangerous is it for you to be here in case of Japanese artillery fire?" A thirty-year-old sergeant squatting aside said with a grimace.
"Shut up the balls! I've been working with the little devils for so long and I still don't know what they are like? If they don't find out where the firepower is, they will be willing to waste the shells?" Lei Xiong glanced at the squad leader of his heavy machine gun squad and said with a smile.
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Prepare five springboards, I will go on a killing spree today."
One springboard has ten rounds, five equals fifty rounds. Lei Xiong must adopt the rhythm of replacing Tang Dao, a prodigal son.
A few soldiers brought the machine gun's special bullet plate up from downstairs. A circle of shells thicker than a Cuban cigar and shining with yellow-orange luster were neatly arranged. Even those who have not experienced war look at these shells.
You will also feel chilly in your heart involuntarily.
You can think about it as much as you want. If a rifle bullet as thick as a little finger hits a person, it will produce a wound the size of a cup. So what does it feel like to hit a person with a 20mm caliber artillery shell that is several times thicker?
Perhaps, reality will tell you the answer.
Lookout entrance on the fourth floor of the warehouse.
The lieutenant colonel of the army also looked at the slowly approaching Japanese army with a telescope. The moment the Japanese forward approached a distance of about 400 meters, he ordered in a cold voice: "Inform Lei Xiong and fire!"
As the communications soldiers downstairs waved the red flag desperately, Lei Xiong pointed the muzzle of the gun at the Japanese army in the distance, which was not much bigger than a table tennis ball, and suddenly stepped on the shooting pedal.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The machine gun kept making a heart-stopping muffled sound.
The battle of Sihang Warehouse officially begins.
The first shot was not fired by the Japanese army, but by the Chinese soldiers. To be more precise, it was the Chinese soldiers who fired the first shot.
Xie Jinyuan, the top commander of the Four Lines Warehouse, made an unconventional operation. He did not put out his most important firepower until the most critical moment, but put it on the surface from the beginning.
Others may not understand such a showy operation, but Tang Dao knows that this is the command art of a lieutenant colonel commander, and he has already begun his tactics, tactical deception.
Heavy firepower such as machine guns will never be used in battalion-level combat units, just like the Japanese army will not assign 92 infantry cannons to infantry squadrons and Type 41 mountain guns to infantry brigades.
