In this way, we returned to the wing headquarters in a "hug and hug" relationship in the bloody sunset.
The two battle reports from the two major infantry battalion captains, who had not directly disobeyed the order and asked to withdraw, but reported casualty figures three times in a row, were lying alone on the conference table.
The two captains and deputy commanders of the 36th Infantry Regiment didn't even look at the battle reports that made their eyes bloodshot. They didn't even look at the battlefield where the battle was still going on.
Two consecutive days of fighting have fully proved that these two people and the three infantry captains under their command are super idiots. The eldest brother, let alone the second brother, don't blame the third brother. A full infantry regiment was tricked by a few cobblers.
I made a plan and only half of the people were left playing.
The last battle report from the two majors had made it very clear. As of half an hour ago, leaving aside ordinary soldiers, two lieutenant-level squadron leaders had died in battle, four lieutenant-level squadron leaders and squadron deputy officers, and two second lieutenants.
Let alone the squad leader, the number of people who are still alive is almost as many as the squadron leader.
At least a dozen Cao chiefs were promoted on the spot, which meant that these 'lucky ones' were one step closer to death.
This time, it was really a big deal.
The casualties in two days were more than the two months of bloody battle in Songhu.
Wakibajiro, whose eyes were already dull, knew that his end was doomed. Whether he could return to the island safely to retire would depend on the level of the engineers he usually looked down upon.
That had to work. In order to cover up the sound from underground, he had already paid the price of 700 Imperial Army warrior casualties and emptied one-third of the division's current artillery reserve.
Compared to the two Japanese lieutenants sitting in the regiment headquarters with their clothes wet with tears, the Chinese defenders were not actually very happy.
Although it is gratifying to repel the Japanese army through countless rounds of strong attacks and kill a large number of Japanese invaders, casualties are inevitable after all.
In particular, the front position of the warehouse, which is heavily cared for by infantry artillery, is the hardest hit area for soldier casualties.
Ten soldiers from the third platoon and one squad stood in the room, their faces still covered with gunpowder smoke and washed away by sweat, just like a big painted face with white and black stripes.
But no one cared about this. They all stood up straight and looked at their commander and their brother.
The chief is squatting and the brother is lying down.
Tang Dao's hand holding the gun was steady, but when he squatted in the room and wiped the blood from Liu Datou's sallow face with his own hands, his hands were shaking slightly.
This was not the first time that Tang Dao had lost a comrade in his past life. He originally thought that he could face farewell calmly.
But only when you caress the cold cheek of your comrade, will you know how painful your heart will be.
As a veteran who once competed with Tang Dao for the position of platoon leader, Liu Datou has extremely rich command and combat experience. He almost has battlefield intuition. Even if he really fights the Japanese invaders to the end, he will not be able to defeat them.
They must be the last ones to die.
However, he still died, on the battlefield during the second day.
Not because of bad luck, but because of his own choice.
The crazy Japanese grenades threw grenades like raindrops. One of them actually flew over the sandbag fortification and shot into the warehouse through a gap of only one or two meters. It landed exactly one meter beside Erya, the signal soldier who ran towards him to deliver the order.
Without enough time to remind Erya to dodge, the veteran opened his arms and pounced sideways, suppressing the grenade under his body.
The grenade, which was as powerful as a grenade, directly blew Liu Datou's strong body up to a height of one meter. His entire chest was shattered and his body was even more twisted and deformed.
Sacrificed on the spot.
But his body became the best shield for his comrades. Erya was knocked over by the escaping air wave, but nothing serious happened to him except that he couldn't cry.
However, the fighting was fierce at that time, and Tang Dao, who arrived after receiving the notice, immediately appointed the deputy squad leader of the first squad to take over the position of squad leader Liu Datou, and ordered the soldiers to move his body to the rest room.
It wasn't until the Japanese offensive came to an end that they could take the time to see their comrade with whom they had only been together for two days.
His head, which was originally larger than an ordinary person, was now much smaller. This was due to the massive decrease in blood. The moment the grenade exploded, his originally strong body was riddled with holes and he lost his ability.
Seventy percent of the blood in his body caused him to lose less than half of his weight.
Otherwise, the somewhat thin Erya would not be able to carry his body back to the lounge alone.
"Platoon leader, I killed the squad leader, I killed him, wuwu!" Erya, whose eyes were already red and swollen, saw Tang Dao holding a white cloth dipped in water and trembling slightly, and couldn't help crying out again.
Voice.
Along with Erya's sorrow, the ten soldiers couldn't help but shed tears.
"Why are you crying! If you die for your country with a broken halberd on the battlefield, why return your body wrapped in horse leather!" Tang Dao didn't turn around, his metallic voice was deep. "If my brothers in the third platoon die in the battlefield in the future, please don't cry again. The battlefield,
This is the place where you least believe in tears."
"Yes! Platoon leader." Erya nodded heavily with tears in his eyes.
Tang Dao stopped talking and refused help from others. He wiped away the dried blood on Liu Datou's face little by little, and then put on a second lieutenant uniform sent by Leng Feng.
That is the military uniform that Liu Datou dreamed of during his lifetime. It was not realized when he was alive, but now his dream has finally come true.
This was not achieved by Tang Dao and Leng Feng, but it was well deserved.
The lieutenant colonel of the army announced a military order from the division headquarters an hour ago. All officers and soldiers who died in battle will be promoted to one rank.
After all, history took a small turn with the arrival of the little butterfly. In the past, the Japanese army had never launched such a decisive attack, and the defenders of Sihang Warehouse had naturally never endured such great pressure.
The casualties of the Japanese army were far greater than before, and the casualties in the warehouses also increased exponentially.
Three people from one company were killed yesterday, and four people from each of the other companies were slightly or seriously injured. Compared with the Japanese army, the losses can be said to be almost negligible.
But in today's fierce battle during the day, five soldiers of the first company were killed, and three soldiers of the second and third companies were killed. In addition to the wounded artillerymen of the machine gun company, 18 other soldiers were injured by shrapnel or ricochet.
The number of casualties has exceeded the total number of casualties counted after the entire Space Warehouse garrison retreated to the concession.
History can no longer be used as the only reference.
Tang Dao's third platoon only lost one person, Liu Datou, who was also the only sergeant squad leader. The other three injured were all minor injuries, which was already the smallest loss among the three infantry platoons.
Leng Feng's platoon suffered the heaviest losses due to their fierce fighting style. Three soldiers were killed and three were seriously injured. At this moment, he was still guarding his position with red eyes, waiting to retreat to 300 meters away.
The devils will come again.
Tang Dao helped Liu Datou fasten the buckle, and gently adjusted his well-deserved second lieutenant collar badge. Finally, he stared at his sallow face, covered it with a white cloth, and stood up silently.
Looking back at the soldiers whose faces were stained with sweat, tears, gunpowder smoke, and dust, their eyes were as cold as knives: "How far has the tunnel I requested to be dug been dug?"
