"Baga! Then let us destroy it with the Chinese!"

Koumai Hon had completely collapsed in the three-day battle. None of his tactics worked.

He even felt that the young officer had the ability to predict the future. Otherwise, why wouldn't his tactics work once?

So on the verge of collapse, Konomiya smiled cruelly.

He wants to die with everyone.

Konomi Hon asked his adjutant: "How many imperial troops do we have?"

The adjutant replied: "Report to you, there are not many people left in the Little Dog Team. The Saemon Team has relatively small casualties, with about 800 people. In addition to the other remnants, the total number of the Imperial Army that can still fight is about 1,200."

"Nani? That's all we have?"

Koumai Hon was a little unbelievable. He had only three days to reorganize the 68th Regiment and even lost one-third of his troops.

Although the Sixty-Eighth Regiment lost some of its people in the previous battles, there was no such a crushing defeat as it is now.

So don't think that if he was to be commander of the Shanghai Expedition Army, Ishien Matsui, knowing that he was defeated like this, he had only one way to go, that is, he would be to cut off his stomach.

The shadow of death once again enveloped his heart. So the old devil became more and more crazy. Even if he died, he would take those hateful Chinese people to die.

"Order the artillery to prepare and use heavy artillery to collapse the Sihang Warehouse."

"Your Excellency, if we use heavy artillery, we will be killed if the Shanghai Gas Plant is detonated?"

The adjutant on the side tried his best to stop it, because it was like taking more than 1,200 imperial troops to commit suicide together.

But I didn't expect that Konoe Hon didn't listen to his advice at all, but shouted loudly: "Baga Yalu, do you still look like an imperial soldier like this? Show your manly spirit. It's time for us to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Hi!"

The Japanese all bowed their heads and took the orders, because under the indoctrination of Bushido and imperialism, even if they were afraid of death, they would still be very imposing at this time.

Otherwise, they will not only be timid, but will not only be ridiculed by others, but will also be very likely to be killed by their superiors.

This is very common in the Japanese army. People who are hacked to death are not only not sympathetic, but also despised by their companions, which puts their family in shame.

So even when they faced death, they were panicked, but in the end, they would rush up without hesitation.

But is this behavior of dying effective? Even if they are pressed on the hard steel plate, they will be smashed to pieces by blowing them to pieces?

The shadow of death once again enveloped them like countless dark clouds.

Their commander was already crazy and wanted to bombard the Sihang Warehouse with large caliber mountain cannons.

I'm afraid that such a sensible behavior would not have been done with a rational person. Because if he hit the gas storage tank of the gas factory, then as long as there is a bang, everyone will fly into the sky.

But Konomiya was already crazy. Today, he either took down the Sihang Warehouse or died with his enemies. It was that simple.

But at this time, the Japanese suddenly stopped attacking, but the soldiers and soldiers in the Sixing Warehouse were a little uncomfortable.

Didn’t it be agreed to launch a general attack? Why did you stop after just one hour of fighting?

Originally, they thought the Japanese were so powerful with iron shells, but they were cleaned up by several gas tanks.

And this thing is really excellent, hundreds of Japanese devils are gone.

Some people even think that this Japanese devil is so stupid that he knows that he is a dead person, but he still wants to rush up.

But they didn't know that the Japanese were unwilling to rush up, because they were all caused by the damn Bushido spirit.

The commanders went crazy, and they had to rush up like a fool to die. Then the front-line commander was also killed. The entire Little Dog Team, with only more than a hundred defeated soldiers, retreated under the order of Koumai Hon.

When Xie Jinyuan saw the enemy retreat, he ordered people to check the number of casualties, and said to Dragon Boat Festival with a smile: "Brother Dragon Boat Festival, this Japanese devil is simply vulnerable? He only fought for an hour, left hundreds of corpses, and ran away."

Dragon Boat Festival took a telescope and looked at it. The Japanese were searching for wood everywhere, and then roasted the dead Japanese on the fire.

Zhao Beishan didn't understand what the Japanese were doing, so he asked: "Brother Dragon Boat Festival? The Japanese threw his own body into the fire and barbecue. What does this mean?"

"They are burning the bodies of their companions, cutting off their retreat, and improving morale. The Japanese are about to start the general attack. Let the attention of each unit. The Japanese will launch the general attack at any time."

After giving orders from Dragon Boat Festival, he went downstairs and left.

"Dragon Boat Festival?"

Xie Jinyuan shouted, but Dragon Boat Festival did not answer.

Zhao Beishan asked in confusion: "What did Brother Dragon Boat Festival do?"

"How can I know? But I know, the Japanese devils may be in trouble again this time."

Xie Jinyuan was sure that the Japanese were going to be unlucky, and he believed it very much. Because that young man always brought him surprises.

But at this moment, the old abacus brought them bad news. In the battle just now, the Independent Regiment suffered nearly a hundred casualties.

This is all because they lost the effective suppression of artillery fire. Their shells were exhausted. When facing the Japanese mortars, they could only bet on luck.

If you are lucky, the Japanese cannonballs will be missed. If you are not lucky, you will hit the inside of the Sihang Warehouse, causing huge casualties to the independent regiment.

The Japanese also rushed in with the help of the shield. Several close-knit fights also caused heavy casualties in the Sixing Warehouse.

The independent battalion commander Shangguan Zhibiao was injured and a deep wound was snatched by the Japanese bayonet.

Although the wound has been sutured and bandaged, Sihang Warehouse lacks medicines. In particular, anti-inflammatory drugs - penicillin, and anesthetics.

Originally, there was a batch of medicines in the Sihang Warehouse. However, the continuous battles have consumed the original inventory like flowing water.

So at this time, even though Shangguan Zhibiao was seriously injured, he only received a shot of penicillin.

No one will know what will happen tomorrow. Perhaps this will be the last needle of penicillin from Shangguan Zhibiao.

But this man who seemed gentle and gentle did not show his fear of death.

He asked the medical staff to tighten his wounds, then endured the pain, and continued to command the battle until the Japanese retreated. Then he sat on the bunker in the warehouse to rest.

He had never smoked a cigarette, so he asked Zhu Shengzhong for a cigarette.

Zhu Shengzhong was also injured, but this kid's lucky value was over, and the Japanese bullets only scratched his left eyebrow bone.

It doesn't matter if the bones are exposed, at least the wound is much smaller. He giggled and said that the goddess of luck kissed him!...

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