Chapter 102 Chief Tang wants to sit in the village
In response to the defenders' act of raising the national flag, the Japanese army responded fiercely, but the Chinese response was equally resolute.
If you use mountain artillery and infantry artillery to bombard me, then I will use mortars to hit you.
That is, perhaps even the Japanese artillerymen themselves did not expect that they would be so persistent this time. The bombardment lasted for nearly 2 hours, from about 7 o'clock to 9 o'clock, and there was no intention to stop from above.
More than an hour ago, the warehouse defenders had stopped playing with them, and only the Japanese artillerymen were left to perform one-man shows.
However, the Sihang Warehouse is still the same as yesterday. No matter how fierce the artillery fire is, the huge building remains motionless in the smoke.
The Chinese people who were stopped at various street intersections on the south bank of the Suzhou River watched helplessly for a long time. The Japanese army made no other tactical moves except firing and firing. They simply didn't watch in a hurry.
A large number of green men happened to be pushing cars of various sizes from afar, but they were not here to collect any protection fees, but to deliver the three meals a day promised by yesterday's mysterious high-roller.
Although it is not a good thing, there are enough noodles and thick porridge, as well as side dishes like fermented bean curd. This is already good food for the people who are fleeing.
Qingpi was responsible for maintaining order, and there was plenty of food. In addition, there was a fierce battle with cannons rumbling on the opposite side, and the people were rarely in order.
After getting some bread and some porridge and water, we sat on both sides of the street eating and chatting, checking to see if the Japanese artillery fire in the distance had stopped.
If not, then continue eating. After eating, burp and walk around to digest food. There will no longer be the phenomenon of lying on the bedroll after drinking a bowl of porridge a few days ago to avoid over-digestion of food.
Do you have three meals a day?
Have a good meal and watch the Chinese soldiers fight the Japanese!
Many people even felt that these two days were the happiest days since the war began.
The Chinese people outside the warehouse were delighted, but the interior of the Sihang Warehouse, located at the center of the artillery fire, was actually not too depressing.
The warehouse building is solid. The Japanese 70-caliber infantry cannon and 75-caliber mountain cannon are no better than scratching the top. As long as you don't get close to the window, there will be basically no harm. The only discomfort is naturally the high altitude caused by the shell explosion.
decibel sound and constant falling dust in the room.
There was nothing we could do. Except for each company leaving two groups of lookout posts at the lookout holes to observe the movements of the Japanese infantry, the rest of the people, including the lieutenant colonel, could only stuff their ears with two pieces of cotton, put on their helmets, and
I closed my eyes and meditated in the rooms assigned to each company, platoon, and squad.
Most of the officers and soldiers could only sit and wait with their heads lowered. Even though they knew that the building would not collapse, they were still a little anxious.
What kind of officers lead what kind of soldiers?
The third platoon responsible for the defense on the first floor was originally in the most dangerous area, but as the chief officer, Tang Dao told Liu Datou to lead the defense of the third platoon on his behalf, and then he simply lay down on the bedroll and fell asleep.
From the night before to now, Tang Dao had only slept for a total of two or three hours. It was not a big deal, but the several battles he had personally participated in were nothing short of taking advantage of the fire, especially his retaliatory solo raid last night.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just a matter of sneaking in in disguise and then relying on laying booby traps to kill people. In fact, only experts know how much pressure he has to endure physically and mentally.
The Japanese kept making mistakes, but their military strength could afford the consequences of their mistakes. If Tang Dao made a mistake even once, it would be a fatal situation.
Even though he was once the king of individual soldiers, Tang Dao's body and spirit were actually close to the limit. He must use this gap before the war to adjust his body and spirit to the best condition.
It's just that Tang Dao himself may not have expected that the Japanese army would change their normal behavior and conduct such a bombardment regardless of the cost, allowing him to rest for an hour and a half while listening to the rumbling sound of artillery.
Tang Dao can fall asleep soundly with the sound of cannons on his pillow, but that doesn't mean that others can.
After the others in the third row stared at each other for a while, a veteran from the second class, nicknamed Lao Abacus, actually opened a betting market at the instigation of veteran Youzi.
If nothing else, bet on when the Japanese bombardment will stop.
The bet is on the time period. The odds of stopping within an hour are 1.1 to 1, which means that if the bet stops within an hour, it does not exceed 55 minutes. If you lose one ocean, you can earn 0.1 ocean, and the hour does not exceed five minutes.
The odds are 1.5 to 1; for every additional 10 minutes, the odds increase by 0.5. If it exceeds three hours, the odds are 10 to 1.
If you don't invest in the right time period, your principal will naturally be lost. Betting on the market at the beginning of the market is definitely a guaranteed profit without losing money.
In order to relieve their anxiety, the soldiers of the third platoon, except for a few people like Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan, who did not participate, at least lost a piece of ocean to divert their attention.
If nothing else goes wrong, according to the existing betting, even Platoon Leader Leng Feng and Leng Leng came to join in the fun and lost 10 yuan to bet that the Japanese artillery bombardment would not last more than 1 hour and 40 minutes. After taking out the compensation funds, the old abacus made a profit.
Thirty yuan is stable.
Who knew there were ruthless characters? A certain lieutenant woke up leisurely from his slumber and saw that his soldiers were playing this game amid heavy artillery fire.
"A bunch of bastards, they actually did this while I was sleeping." Although everyone was lip-syncing amidst the rumbling sound of cannons, the look on Platoon Commander Tang's face didn't look good!
Old Abacus trembled with fright.
However, the next moment, Old Abacus shivered even more.
Chief Tang, who should be very angry, looked at the continuous artillery fire outside. He actually reached out and took out the valuable pen in his pocket, and put it on the odds plate carefully designed by Lao Abacus. "I bet that the Japanese bombardment will happen."
More than 3 hours!”
Sir, is this really okay for you?
The soldiers present looked at each other.
I have seen ruthless people, but I have never seen such ruthless people.
When you come up, bet 10 times the odds, the one with the lowest probability.
Of course, this is not the most important thing. What is important is that the pen seems to have been given to you by a beautiful reporter! Just put it on the gambling table?
Isn’t it said that it’s the hardest to accept the kindness of a beauty? Aren’t you afraid that one day a beautiful reporter will find out about it and write us three rows in the newspaper as a bunch of scum in anger?
"Sir, there's no need to be so big!" Old Abacus bared his big yellow teeth, his face almost watering with bitterness.
It’s not that he wasn’t brave enough to accept this super bet worth at least hundreds of oceans, but what if a big reporter swam over again at night? Who said anything, Chief Tang gave his pen to his old abacus?
What should I do? Should he hand it over or not?
Looking at Lao Lao Youzi's group of thoughtful bastards, Lao Baanpan can guarantee that as long as he wins their money today, someone will definitely accuse him.
"Stop talking nonsense, if I dare to bet on you, I will take it." Tang Dao glared and snorted coldly. "I'm not sure who will win yet!"
Looking at the old abacus grinning in pain, Tang Dao thought about it and didn't want to embarrass him. He simply said: "Since you don't have the guts to open a hammer market, let me be the dealer. Don't bother me.
If I bet for more than 3 hours, or if I bet for less than 3 hours, I will pay 3 for 1, which will be offset by all the military merits of my Tang Dao. Your old abacus will be responsible for collecting the money and keeping accounts for me."
A simple and crude bet.
And it’s almost like giving away money.
The soldiers looked at each other and were eager to try.
The reason is very simple. This is not the first time they have dealt with the Japanese army. They shelled for three hours? Is it possible that the Japanese are so picky?
Moreover, isn't the artillery fire much sparser now?
Otherwise, you can't hear people speaking clearly.
