The most complete organization of the entire 36th Infantry Regiment at present is the infantry squadron directly under the regiment headquarters that serves as the supervisory team.
The warehouse defenders probably had high hopes for them, but they didn't fire a single bullet at the supervising team that was approaching 300 meters from the front.
And they lived up to expectations. The Japanese soldiers who fell under their guns were at least an infantry squad.
Kimura Shaoxiong was somewhat embarrassed. He came to supervise the battle as the representative of the brigade commander and division, and he had the intention of providing tactical guidance.
But with some immature suggestions from him, the 36th Infantry Regiment actually fought like this, forcibly fighting into an infantry brigade in front of his eyes.
Kimura Shaoxiong slightly regretted it. If he hadn't been so pretentious when he first arrived, saying that those Chinese were real warriors, and just pretended not to hear, and let Jiro Wakiba order a burst of machine guns to attack them, wouldn't he have done it?
So miserable?
There are no ifs in the world. In fact, the depressed officers and subordinates of the Japanese army also knew that even if they really killed the dozen remaining Chinese soldiers in hand-to-hand combat, the outcome of the bloody battle in the afternoon would probably not be much better.
Not to mention the Chinese soldiers are crazy, even the Chinese people are crazy.
When I received the report from Yin Tengzhong Er: Hundreds of Chinese corpses were floating in the river, but they could not be abandoned!
The Japanese lieutenants in the wing headquarters felt as if a cold air was flowing from the soles of their feet to the sky. It seemed that this was no longer the Chinese they had in mind.
However, no matter whether the Chinese had unexpected changes or not, the 36th Infantry Regiment was already crippled. Looking at Jiro Wakiba who was already pale and dull, Kimura Shaoxiong knew that the future of his colleague was doomed.
Well, after this battle, taking off his military uniform, retiring and going home is the best ending for him.
"Jiro-kun, I have witnessed the bravery of the warriors of the 36th Infantry Regiment with my own eyes. However, due to the strong enemy fortress and heavy losses, it is better to report to the brigade headquarters and dispatch the 37th Infantry Regiment to continue the attack on Sihang Warehouse. You and the 36th Infantry Regiment
Let’s repair the team first!” Kimura Shaoxiong thought for a moment and suggested.
As the chief of staff of the brigade who came to supervise the battle, saying this is already a great honor.
"No, Mr. Kimura, our 36th Infantry Regiment will continue to attack tomorrow morning. If our regiment has not captured the Chinese position before tomorrow's sunset, I will lead all the junior officers of the 36th Infantry Regiment to pick up our command swords and apologize to His Majesty the Emperor.
." Wakiitajiro rejected the suggestion with a pair of blood-red eyes.
Those eyes were like those of a wounded lone wolf, decisive, ferocious, and extremely chilling.
If you really want to die, don’t bring the big guys with you! Makino Jun almost cried out of fear when he heard this harsh words.
According to the analysis of the battle situation in the past few days, unless the Chinese are completely consumed little by little, it is not certain that the Sihang Warehouse will be captured tomorrow, let alone the day after tomorrow.
If he could, he would even have the ambition to sneak a stab at this stupid lack of stock in the dark at night.
"Even so, it depends on the outcome of the battle tomorrow." Seeing that Waki Itajiro said so decisively, Kimura Shaoxiong certainly couldn't say anything else.
Anyway, he was ordered to come here just to supervise the battle and see if Wakiitajiro and others were slacking off in their work. Since they were so desperate, he had already fulfilled his duties. Even if the guy in front of him had lost power, there was no need to offend others anymore.
But in the concession, there was a feeling of sadness.
Hosted and financed by the middle-aged man in black, and with the consent of their families, the remains of the ninety-three people who died in the river and the remains of Senior Private Yang Xiaobo, Class 3, Platoon 2 of the 524th Regiment, were placed four miles away.
In the theater not far from the warehouse.
And this place was used as a mourning hall to accept condolences from all walks of life.
For this reason, almost all the coffin shops in the concession took notice and sent coffins made of the best wood in their shops, almost without mentioning charging money.
Yue Changqing's only son Yue Yiman, perhaps because the middle-aged man in black was concerned about his identity, after giving enough housing expenses to the mother and son who cried to death, he personally introduced him to a man who went to Songhu to work alone and make a fortune.
The successful man named Dong Zhujun adopted him as his adopted son.
Tantai Mingyue, who was keeping vigil for the soldiers and volunteers, accepted Yue Yiman as a disciple on behalf of his father, a famous calligrapher and painter from Jiangnan. The army lieutenant colonel, who brought all his officers and lieutenants to the mourning hall, personally handed over his own rifle.
---The Browning pistol was presented to the mother and son as a memorial.
With the protection of the military, civil society, and business people, this five-year-old child who lost his father at a young age not only had food and clothing to worry about, but also had a bright future.
The celebrities from the concession who came to the mourning hall to express their condolences also made a decision after discussion. They jointly funded the establishment of a charity fund. The funds raised by the fund will provide future support for the parents and children of all the victims in this incident.
If there is any excess from the living expenses, it will be used to relieve the living needs of the refugees in the concession.
Perhaps everyone present would not have thought that this hastily established foundation would later grow and become one of the largest foundations in the world. The scope of the funds raised has expanded from refugees to disaster victims, from concessions to
developed throughout China.
Its later president, Yue Yiman, was well-known around the world and had been to countless countries, but he had never set foot in Japan.
A Japanese reporter interviewed him and bluntly said that he could not let go of the grudges he had committed decades ago and that he was too narrow-minded to achieve greater success. However, he smiled faintly: "My mother often told me when she was alive that the men of the Yue family can be ordinary people, but they cannot be ordinary people."
He was a slave of a foreign race. My father left in a hurry, so I didn’t receive much teaching from him. But before my father died at the gunpoint of the Japanese pirates, I remembered his last words: Son, grow up quickly.
Big! Do you know what this means?"
The reporter shook his head slightly.
"Because he hopes that his five-year-old son will soon grow as tall as a rifle, so that he can pick up the gun and kill the enemy. Do you understand?" The old man, who is already over eighty years old, suddenly burst into tears in his cloudy eyes.
Out of light.
The Japanese reporter remained silent and left in a hurry.
That scene more than seventy years ago was as clear to a five-year-old child as if it happened yesterday.
How can it be so easy to forget the hatred of the country and the family? If it were so easy, who could complain to the grievances of the hundreds of thousands of souls under Jinling? If it were so easy, China would no longer be China.
China's generosity will never be given to wolves.
Chinese people who are impatient will turn into beasts.
Just like now, Tang Dao and more than a hundred soldiers were the most ferocious beasts, biting and scaring an infantry regiment that could resist the attack of an infantry division. They almost didn't have the strength to lick their own wounds in the dark night.
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In order to prevent the remaining Chinese defenders from escaping, the Japanese army mobilized almost all their strength, lit bonfires along the shore, and used 10 searchlights protected by metal mesh to illuminate the four sides of the warehouse, including the Suzhou River.
Like daytime.
There is no need to light up the lights in the warehouse, the light is enough, so everyone no longer has to go into the dark, but it will affect their sleep.
Until dawn.
At six o'clock in the morning, when the sky had just turned light, more than 300 Japanese infantrymen were driven by officers at all levels and crawled towards the warehouse from all directions.
It's still the same as the old three, with various cannons and machine guns. After one round of coverage, it's the infantry's turn, without any new ideas.
Only this time, the reaction in the warehouse has changed.
The Japanese infantry were thirty meters away. Except for a "military flag" that had been replaced by a dark blue rag strip above the warehouse and was still fluttering in the wind, the warehouse was completely silent.
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