The experienced Hero Kato knew the moment the flames of the armored vehicles shot into the sky that the two 94 armored vehicles were doomed.
It is not the key that his biggest reliance is gone. The key is that the fresh bait he threw out is too tempting. At this time, there must be more Chinese people attracted than he imagined.
This is equivalent to him as a hunter digging a trap and waiting for the wolves to take the bait and catch them all. As a result, the wolves came, but the hunter discovered painfully that his gun was broken.
What kind of mood this was, no one knows, but Hero Kato very wisely issued the order to retreat.
Sure enough, when Hero Kato and his infantry began to run backward along the eaves of the long street, gunshots on both sides of Zhongshan Road suddenly rang out.
It was Hideo Kato's bait strategy that was so successful. More than 200 soldiers from the first security battalion gathered. Intimidated by the power of the 94 armored vehicle's heavy machine gun, the security group soldiers who were silently hiding in residential buildings nearly 100 meters on both sides of Zhongshan Long Street could only
He watched helplessly as the armored vehicle dragged his companions, and watched as the two infantry cannons bombarded any area that dared to fire bullets.
However, now, two armored vehicles were miraculously ignited into a large bonfire by several Molotov cocktails, and the Japanese infantry began to flee.
They may not be able to fight head-on with the Japanese, but they can still beat up a drowned dog, even if their marksmanship is not very good.
Facts have proved that when the courage has gone, the so-called "steel army" may also become the "anal army". In the imprecise but dense enough bullet stream attack of the Chinese soldiers, Kato Hero and his more than one hundred infantrymen can only
He retreated as quickly as possible without even a decent counterattack.
Even if some soldiers from the security regiment took the risk and jumped out of the store, holding rifles at the door and shooting at the Japanese infantry who had run out for 70 or 80 meters, they did not turn around and shoot.
They didn't even go into those deep alleys to avoid the continuous gunfire behind them. Compared with the maze-like alleys, they were more willing to bet on the inaccurate marksmanship of the Chinese soldiers behind them, even if as the gunfire sounded, one after another
The companions wailed and fell on the road of retreat.
On the escape route of more than 600 meters, no fewer than 60 Japanese infantrymen fell, with a casualty rate as high as 50%.
Many were not even killed by gunfire, but by injuries and deaths from grenades thrown by increasingly emboldened security regiment soldiers.
As for those who were injured and unable to move, based on their previous attitude towards wounded Chinese soldiers, would they possibly survive?
Even the most whimsical Japanese people do not have such extravagant hopes.
Their clever little minds made them guess right again.
Zhuang Shisan, who was completely angered by the Japanese army's use of wounded soldiers as 'bait', ordered that no one be left alive, while the injured Japanese soldiers huddled in a corner and fought hard, causing the security regiment soldiers to pay several casualties.
The darkness in the hearts of the security regiment soldiers was completely aroused.
There is no such thing as tactics. Just for revenge and to kill the enemy, they directly used the Molotov cocktail as a secret weapon.
No matter where you hide, you are in a perfect position to block the fragments even if a grenade is thrown at it, but you can't block the fire! Even if the flames flying around and clinging to you cannot burn you, you can still set the building on fire.
Smoke or fire can kill you no matter what, even if it sets the whole house on fire.
The trapped and wounded Japanese soldiers were either burned alive in the house, or shot to death randomly when they rushed out.
However, the Japanese infantry were by no means the most miserable group.
The worst offenders were undoubtedly the two infantry artillery squads.
They are indeed located at the rear of the Kato heroes, and are protected by two infantry detachments. Logically speaking, even if they retreat, they should be the first group to escape.
Unfortunately, two 200-kilogram infantry guns and boxes of shells became a burden that slowed them down.
It is true that the Japanese attach too much importance to equipment. When the commander is running faster than a mule, two infantry artillery detachments are still carrying the shell boxes and pushing the infantry artillery back. How fast can they be?
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No matter how blind the security guards are, they still have to focus on these idiots!
At least sixty or seventy people took the initiative to attack these two groups of nearly 20 Japanese artillerymen. What's even more terrible is that except for two cannons, only one-third of them seemed to be carrying rifles and pistols.
With our own side on the offensive, the artillerymen holding two direct-aisled cannons are really awesome, and they have the aura of being the protagonists of the God of War.
But at this stage when the entire army is retreating, it seems like there are people shooting from behind, left and behind, where exactly are the muzzles pointing?
The two infantry cannons, under the control of the desperate Japanese artillery, fired only three rounds before they became completely silent and no more movement could be heard.
When artillery that is close enough to attack infantry encounters infantry, its combat effectiveness is not as good as that of a chicken.
Dozens of Japanese infantrymen ran hundreds of meters of escape under the leadership of Hideo Kato, but all 20 artillerymen were left in the middle section of Zhongshan Long Street, and two infantry cannons were also left alone on the long street.
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“It was a road of escape full of blood and shame.” Hideo Kato, the captain of the 3rd Squadron of the 5th Infantry Battalion of the Kunisaki Detachment, wrote this in his diary on November 7.
No one knows how depressed he was feeling at that time, because he had no chance to talk to anyone anymore.
After writing this diary of less than 100 words, the Japanese captain who was forced to retreat became the commander of the "Death Team" and led a group of more than 500 people who retreated from the neighborhood to launch an attack on another position.
Attack to the death.
The so-called decisive death means that one is absolutely determined to die.
Yes, it was during the battle that lasted less than an hour during the first wave of attacks launched by the Kunisaki Detachment on the morning of November 7. Major General Kunizaki Zheng, the commander of the Kunisaki Detachment, was slapped in the face by the Chinese under his command.
Fan's eyes sparkled with stars.
Not only did the block fail to be captured within the one-hour time limit, but the nearly 900 people who entered the block actually suffered more than 300 battle losses, including two Type 94 armored vehicles and two infantry guns.
The Chinese had no interest at all in the two captured infantry cannons. They directly used the grenades seized from the corpses of Imperial Japanese Army warriors as detonators and blew them to pieces in the field of vision of the Japanese Major, the commander of the 5th Infantry Battalion through the telescope.
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They are really a bunch of bumpkins. The Japanese major's eyes twitched with distress. Those were the two most powerful heavy firearms in his infantry brigade, but they were blown up by the ignorant Chinese.
Not to mention this, the ignorant Chinese were so arrogant that they took the bodies of Imperial Army warriors who had been killed from the streets and placed them in a neat queue on the long street.
The corpses of more than 300 people were seen through the telescope in a row of khaki, which was really long.
“Shell attack! Assemble all the artillery of the detachment and cover the area with artillery fire!” Kunizaki, who arrived at the front line, put down his telescope and ordered with a livid face. “Also, send a telegram to His Excellency Shigeharu Suematsu, requesting support from the 114th Division Artillery Regiment.”
“There are the remains of the imperial warriors there...” the Japanese lieutenant colonel wanted to give such advice.
Seeing the livid face of the Major General and his disregard for face in asking for support from the 114th Division, which he despised, he knew that this suggestion was in vain.
Five minutes later, the Japanese retaliatory shelling came.
The neighborhood was once again under fire.
However, before that, most of the security regiment soldiers hid in their cellars or basements.
Crow took his own infantry platoon, or rather infantry squad, huddled in a 15-square-meter cellar.
Of the 50-man infantry platoon, there are now only 15 left.
Although the Japanese army suffered heavy losses, the security regiment actually suffered considerable battle losses.
In two consecutive battles last night and early this morning, including those lost in artillery fire, the 1st Security Battalion, which fought most actively, suffered more than 300 casualties. In fact, the battle loss ratio with the Japanese troops they killed was basically one to one.
Zhuang Shisan and the officers under his command were very sad, but they did not know that if this battle loss ratio could be maintained until the end of the Battle of Songjiang, they would shock the entire army and the country.
Even Tang Dao, who personally guided them, would be extremely surprised.
His original best hope was that this group of "quacks" could really hold off for six hours as stated in the military order. As for how many Japanese they could kill, that was up to chance.
200 is never too much, and 100 is never too little.
Who would have known that a bunch of low-life guys actually suffered more than 600 casualties in battle and killed nearly 600 Japanese soldiers.
The crow was very sad, but also very happy.
Honestly Wang, life is really not that hard.
The Japanese army may have thought that he was dying and it was not worth wasting bullets, or they may have hurriedly evacuated and there was no time to refill him. Even the large "bonfire" that was burning and spraying flames seemed to have forgotten this tossed "bait".
No flames fell on him.
Until the crow ran out and dragged his 'body' into the house regardless of the danger, before the tears could flow, the 'body' rolled his eyes and said, "Platoon leader, I'm not dead!"
I have seen people with tough lives, but never with such tough lives.
The crow rolled his eyes and smiled.
As long as this bastard is alive, let him take care of his wife and children! I can still keep my big yellow croaker.
