"You are so kind, the Japanese are so ruthless."
Lei Xiong looked away from the battlefield.
"They actually killed their soldiers in front of us. This is to save bullets for us!"
"Wakitajiro, you suddenly became smarter!" Tang Daoya sighed slightly while lying half behind the wall.
"This time, we can forcibly replace the backbone that we just broke with the lives of eight brothers."
In this battle, Tang Dao killed 8 Japanese soldiers. In the eyes of the Japanese and Chinese, it was like a powerful stroke from the gods. However, only he knew that the explosion just now exhausted all the strength of his body.
The fight never lasted for more than a minute and a half, and the energy he expended was even more tiring than walking five kilometers cross-country on a mountain road in full gear.
Not only him, the moment he returned to the warehouse carrying the brothers who were killed or seriously injured in the battle, everyone from Tang Dao to Lei Xiong to the soldiers who could walk back to the warehouse by themselves wanted to lie down immediately, no matter what was on the ground.
The physical fatigue is secondary, the most tiring thing is undoubtedly the highly concentrated spirit that has been wandering on the edge of life and death.
The intense secretion of adrenaline can allow people to unleash their maximum strength when fighting, and forget about fear, and even the pain will be reduced. However, after the crisis, almost no one can resist the feeling of weakness in hands and feet, and death-like fatigue.
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In fact, during the brutal fighting on the battlefield in front of the warehouse, the fighting on the two wings of the warehouse never stopped. Li Jijin's three platoons of two infantry squads also left one infantry squad for fire suppression, so they could go down to the first floor to respond.
They only have three platoons and one infantry squad.
Ten people carried eight bodies and two seriously injured people. The exhausted soldiers finally climbed up to the second floor on their own under the leadership of Tang Dao, Lei Xiong, and Leng Feng.
Then, it lay on the ground like a gourd.
But Tang Dao knew that if these soldiers who had exceeded their limits were to encounter an equal number of Japanese troops in hand-to-hand combat, their casualties would be reduced by another 20 percentage points.
This is progress and evolution.
The battlefield is an ecological environment that is even more cruel than nature. If you want to survive, you must become stronger.
These soldiers did it.
However, the cost of survival of the fittest was too heavy. Half of Leng Feng's platoon was directly eliminated. With the casualties suffered in the past few days, his platoon was turned into an infantry squad.
Tang Dao looked at Leng Feng, who was sitting next to him, holding a cigarette in his mouth and trying desperately to strike matches, but his hands were shaking for a long time without wiping the fire. "Old Leng, I'm sorry for standing in a row."
"Sir, you said this is meaningless. If a row dares to fight, there is no coward who is afraid of death." Leng Feng, who was still trying to wipe away the fire, paused slightly, lowered his head and replied in a muffled voice. "Besides, brothers.
Exchanging one for three and killing more than thirty Japs is not a loss."
"Old Leng, Stone is great! I didn't embarrass you. It's just..." Lei Xiong on the side saw Leng Feng's appearance, and he, who had always been rough and bold, couldn't help but persuade him.
"Yeah!" Leng Feng's shoulders shook violently.
Lei Xiong moved over and put his arms around Leng Feng's shoulders: "Come on, give me a cigarette to relieve your fatigue!"
Leng Feng lowered his head, took out the cigarette case that was almost soaked with sweat from his pocket, and threw it directly to Lei Xiong, while he continued to strike the match that could never be struck.
It wasn't that his hands were trembling, but that he was holding it backwards.
It wasn't until much later that Tang Dao knew who the stone Lei Xiong was talking about was.
It was the young soldier who died together with the Japanese army, and finally bit off half of the Japanese army's ear.
That was Leng Feng's orderly, and also Leng Feng's only relative in the world.
Leng Feng is from the north and his home is in Rehe.
In 1933, the Japanese army occupied Rehe. People with lofty ideals in Rehe organized a resistance army to fight against the Japanese army in the mountains. The angry Japanese army had no way to deal with the resistance and slaughtered more than a dozen villages that provided food for the resistance.
Leng Feng's parents and all his relatives died in that inhumane massacre. Only his fourteen-year-old brother Leng Yan, who was an apprentice in Peiping, escaped. Leng Yan, who Lei Xiong called his nickname Shitou, was killed.
When his younger brother was sent to Jinling, Leng Feng's original intention was that in the army he could avenge his country and his family, while his younger brother could live a good life.
The bloodline of the Leng family will not be cut off.
It's a pity that the fourteen-year-old boy didn't listen to him and secretly signed up to join the army without telling him when he just turned seventeen. Leng Feng had no choice but to run away through countless channels. Even Lei Xiong found the regiment leader, and then
Put the baby brother next to you so that you can take care of it.
In this era, brothers, relatives, and fellow villagers like to stay in the same army. This is not a rare thing in the army. Some infantry companies also have father-son soldiers, uncle-nephew soldiers, and this is basically the case with Lao Hei and his cousin.
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But even Leng Feng didn't expect that his seemingly frail little brother, whom he usually protected, would risk his life in this hand-to-hand battle without even giving him a chance to rescue him.
It can be seen how deeply the hatred of the genocide was buried in the young man's heart.
At that time, Tang Dao finally understood why the dead young soldier bit the dying Japanese soldier's ear and tried to swallow it before dying.
That may be the obsession that the young man has had in his heart ever since he learned that his family was gone!
And Lei Xiong knew about the relationship between Leng Feng and Shitou. After learning that Shitou died in the battle, it goes without saying that he felt guilty.
However, he also knew that this kind of pain could not be comforted.
Leng Feng never lit the cigarette he was holding in his mouth until the Japanese artillery fire started raging again, and the cigarette was rolled away along the air waves through the gap in the window. Leng Feng, who had been silent all the time, picked up his gun and roared: "One row, get on the battlefield."
She mourns the disappearance of her only close relative, and the return of the platoon leader.
Although his soldiers can still obey his orders, they are pitifully few.
But even if you want to continue mourning, you have to live first.
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Under Jiro Wakiita's extremely cruel death order, the Japanese army's attack was no less determined than before the hand-to-hand battle.
They even had the urge to engage in hand-to-hand combat again. An unknown number of Japanese soldiers took off their military uniforms, wearing only white shirts and cloth belts with red suns on their heads, and attacked the warehouse in waves.
From morning to afternoon, the fighting almost never stopped.
At the most dangerous time, the Japanese army had even blasted the wall on the first floor, blowing out three large holes that were almost filled with tanks. At least one infantry squad rushed into the first floor.
However, the complex topography of the first floor, the dark environment and the inverted triangular fortifications placed in the corners became insurmountable obstacles for them.
The building was like a giant beast that could swallow everything. Once inside the warehouse, no Japanese soldiers were seen alive.
This caused the Japanese frontline commanders to have serious self-doubt. They did not dare to drive their subordinates to rush into the building. Instead, they carried out the previous tactics and continued to blast the building. If one big hole was not enough, they would use ten, until the entire first floor was destroyed.
Until it explodes completely.
This is also the main reason that allows the warehouse to last until 4 p.m.
The casualties in the warehouse also continued to increase. In more than five hours of non-stop fighting, seven more soldiers were killed. None were seriously injured. Anyone who could still crawl was participating in the battle. If he couldn't even lie down, he was basically dead.
died.
Because the only two hygienists in the warehouse participated in the battle with guns, the first aid kits in their hands had long been used up, all the hemostatic drugs had been used up, and there were not even clean bandages. The only ones who could wipe the wounds were from Suzhou and Hanoi.
The water was introduced, but even that was blood water and turbid water.
As for minor injuries, everyone in the warehouse was concerned.
Even Tang Dao had a long bloodstain on his cheek, which was caused by a shrapnel.
If he wasn't lucky, the shrapnel that just cut through the skin could cut off half of his face.
In such a cruel battle, bullets, shrapnel, air waves and even pebbles flying up due to explosions can kill people. These screaming things are rushing in all directions, no matter how strong your body is, your skills and tactics are
How skillful.
Those who survive depend on luck and courage.
If you don't have the courage to shoot at the Japanese invaders tenaciously in such a hellish killing field, the swarming Japanese invaders will long ago tear them to pieces like hungry wolves.
130 people, so far, there are only a hundred people left.
