But perhaps what makes this infantry squad that was massacred by the 'demon' even more tragic is that their deaths are not as important as they imagined.
They are just an introduction.
An introduction made of death.
Just like earthworms from the ground, they are dug up by fishermen and used as bait on fish hooks. The ultimate goal of fishermen is fish.
Big fish!
"Nani is shooting?" Hashimoto Kingoro, captain of the 13th Japanese Infantry Regiment, who was awakened by the sound of gunfire and explosions, rolled off the simple camp bed and asked angrily.
The Japanese colonel did not go out of his headquarters to watch the pitch-black battlefield. His years of military service told him that the sound of explosions seemed to be not far from his headquarters, which instinctively made him aware of the danger.
During the daytime battle, there were many Chinese who hid in the dark and fired cold shots. Many lieutenants and sergeants became their key targets, resulting in a sharp increase in battle losses, so that officers above the second lieutenant level were not allowed to abandon the lighter Southern Fourteenth.
Instead of a pistol, he picked up a heavy 38-meter rifle.
Naturally, he would not go out foolishly and become the enemy's target.
This is because the Japanese colonel didn't know that his division commander had actually made a fool of himself and spent his whole life in the sunset of the ancient city without realizing his ambition! There was no one to toast him, so he should have hardened by now.
"Your Excellency Colonel, it seems that you are coming from the second line of defense in the west, where there is an infantry squad from the 4th Infantry Brigade." A captain rushed into the headquarters to report to the frightened and angry Japanese Colonel.
"But the problem doesn't seem to be too big. The explosions caused by gunshots and grenades are not intense. I guess they should have eliminated the small-scale enemy force that lurked in."
"No, you must not be careless in this kind of war situation. Send people to ask what's going on. If there are any Chinese killed, bring their bodies here. I will dig out the courage of these daring Chinese.
, let’s see if their gall is really that big.” The expression on Hashimoto Kingoro’s face was solemn, but his eyes were shining with a ferocious light.
It was not that he was angry because his short sleep was disturbed, but that the tenacity of the Chinese made him, the captain of the most elite infantry regiment of the Sixth Division, heartbroken.
The so-called elite troops must become the sharpest sword under their commanders when encountering difficult battles. This is a rule and also my own consciousness.
However, what no one expected was that the iron plate of the Chinese would be so hard that even the sharpest sword of the Sixth Division could be cut off.
Nearly all of the 6th Infantry Brigade was destroyed, and the 4th and 5th Infantry Brigade also suffered nearly one-third losses in the two days of fighting. Compared with the 23rd Infantry Regiment, which was also on the battlefield, its strength was already severely insufficient.
Therefore, he can still serve as the first commander on the front line, and that is purely because Sakai Tokutaro gave him face.
It is difficult to vent the evil anger in my chest, only the Chinese, even if it is just a few corpses.
At this moment, the demonic thoughts were spreading and growing in the butcher's heart like spring weeds.
"Hi!" The squadron leader of the wing escort squadron responsible for guarding the front-line headquarters bowed his head and came out.
After venting his anger, the Japanese commander could no longer sleep. He could only sit on his vest and carefully look at the map, which was the crystallization of the wisdom of the imperial intelligence agency for many years.
Even a small river is marked on the surrounding area of Songjiang City. Unfortunately, the description and planning of Songjiang City is a bit crude. It is just a few main streets that divide Songjiang City into several regular urban areas.
Come to think of it, no one thought that a small place would become a roadblock for the imperial army.
In fact, what troubled Hashimoto Kingoro was not the complicated terrain in Matsue Castle, but the Chinese people's tenacious will that even he could only look back at.
On the relatively flat North China battlefield, all the tenacity of the Chinese people was blown to pieces by the artillery carried by the regiment or division. The poor small-caliber mortars they equipped could not only cause some damage to the infantry, but they were all
Useless.
But here, mortars have become the sharpest firearms.
The strong willpower and sharp firearms enabled the Chinese to firmly hold the defense line in the city. Although they were crumbling under countless attacks from the imperial soldiers, they miraculously held on.
If the Chinese defend every city like this, what should the empire do? Can the empire's planes and cannons blow every city into powder?
That's obviously impossible.
There has never been any precedent in the world of destroying a city solely by artillery fire.
On this point, the Japanese army commander has a very clear mind. Not to mention the semi-mechanized Japanese army now, even in 90 years, the American cowboys armed to the teeth with missiles will not be able to conquer a city. In the end, they have to rely on infantry.
When human beings are fragile, a cold may kill them, but when they are tenacious, even after dozens of days or even months of bombing, they can still shoot revenge bullets in the corners of the ruins.
Of course, the Japanese colonel may not have thought that his country and nation would become the first in the world to be conquered by two "big fat" bombs.
In the future, once the Sword of Damocles hangs over the heads of mankind falls, no matter how tenacious the will is, it will turn into ashes, along with the city.
From the day humans created this kind of technology, they faced the danger of returning to primitive society, which was not within the scope of ordinary gunpowder-type thermal weapons.
The Japanese colonel's contemplation did not last long. After five or six minutes, the Japanese captain ran into the headquarters with a look of panic on his face and reported: "Your Excellency, Colonel, we need to transfer back to the squadron directly under the command to strengthen the defense of the headquarters. Second,
The Chinese really infiltrated the defense line, and most of the infantry team was shattered, with only one person surviving."
"Nani?" The Japanese commander suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with cold light.
"Where is the surviving soldier? Let him come to the headquarters. I want to ask him personally."
"Hey! He's right outside."
"Wait, has his identity been checked?"
"It has been verified correctly! He is a senior private under the Hashida Squadron of the 4th Infantry Battalion."
"Let him in, and the rest of you should be on alert!" Hearing this, the Japanese commander waved his hand and asked his direct squadron leader to go out.
The man who walked through the door was tall, more than half a head taller than the Japanese colonel who was only 1.63 meters tall. This made the Japanese colonel who had to raise his head to look at him feel shocked for no reason.
But being tall is not the main reason.
Although such a burly figure is rare in the Japanese Army, it doesn't mean that it doesn't exist. It's not a surprise that the short-legged gene suddenly mutated!
Anyway, the Japanese have never felt that there is anything wrong with their height. That is to say, those foreigners in the West have to drink blood for too long to grow like a gorilla.
However, although there was no trace of blood on this superior soldier's uniform, a strong smell of blood kept rushing into the Japanese colonel's nostrils.
This guy has killed people, and he has killed many people.
However, after killing so many people, why is his military uniform only filled with smoke and dust?
His eyes suddenly became sharp, and his hand quietly touched the command knife hanging on his waist: "Soldier, report your organization!"
Tang Dao, who was wearing the uniform of a Japanese superior soldier, smiled and said, "Your Excellency Colonel, since you are ready to draw your sword, do you still need to know so clearly?"
"Chinese?" Hashimoto Kingoro was horrified.
What frightened him was not the Chinese themselves, but the confidence and calmness of his opponents.
To be able to get here through the security interrogation, he must have no weapons, but he has a pistol and a command knife, but he dared to confess his identity when he first became suspicious.
If such a person is not a lunatic, there is only one possibility.
He is very strong.
Just like the strong smell of blood on his body, it should all belong to his opponent.
Perhaps, most of the so-called jade-broken team should be dead, and that was his masterpiece. He just used this reason to get close to the tightly defended headquarters.
His goal is himself.
In the blink of an eye, Hashimoto Kingoro's brain was running at high speed, and he guessed the facts almost exactly.
"Come on!" The Japanese colonel roared loudly as he tried his best to draw out his command sword, and was greeted by a fist the size of a bowl.
The Japanese commander who has watched Water Margin must have experienced what it was like to be under Lu Tiha when he was in Guanxi.
Not only was the bridge of my nose broken, but my front teeth were also smashed out.
As for the sword that was just drawn out, it goes without saying that it directly became Tang Dao's trophy.
As soon as the pain on his face arose, Tang Dao whipped the arm of the Japanese colonel who subconsciously raised his arm.
The military boots with iron nails directly kicked the arm bone and broke it.
The Japanese colonel who once allowed his soldiers to massacre thousands of people probably never dreamed that one day he would be brutally murdered within his own headquarters.
Moreover, he is still Chinese.
Outside the house, there were still more than twenty guards who were watching the darkness with wide eyes.
This is truly an extremely painful and ironic fact.
