"Your Excellency, Captain, the Chinese 20mm machine guns have extremely strong penetrating power. It is understandable that Mr. Tokugawa has concerns. Why not ask the division headquarters for naval support and directly use naval guns and aerial bombs to turn that building into a
Let it become the grave of the Chinese people!”
The dark-faced major who had been standing silently on the left side of Wakitajiro suddenly stepped forward to give advice to Wakiitajiro.
There was a trace of annoyance in Wakiitajiro's eyes. Whose thick leg are you trying to hug? Can you please make it clear that I am your direct superior?
However, the origin of the 3rd Infantry Battalion Captain Yin Tengzhonger has always been a mystery. Besides, as a captain, you can't just give someone a piece of advice that seems to be pertinent but is actually stupid, right?
"No." Jiro Wakisaka shook his head.
"Yin Tengjun, you also know that across the Suzhou River is the concession of Western countries. The closest distance is only a few dozen meters. If you ask for naval gun support or aviation bombs, it will inevitably bomb the concession by mistake.
If international disputes arise, although our Japanese Empire is powerful, we are not afraid of them, but the empire's most important target now is China, and the base camp does not want those Westerners to find excuses.
The division headquarters just called again to remind us that if any artillery shells or bullets fall on the concession and put the entire empire into a passive position in the international situation, you and I will both have to go to court-martial."
"Even so, your Excellency, Captain, if we can find a way to get rid of the opponent's machine cannon, wouldn't Tokugawa-kun's tank squadron not have to worry?" Yin Tengchuuji did not give up his intention to continue admonishing.
He rolled his eyes slightly and suggested again.
"Yes, Major Yin Teng's suggestion is correct. In order to reduce the loss of the empire's heavy weapons, we cannot rely solely on brute force.
Especially when reporters from Western countries gather on this battlefield, all my colleagues in the 36th Regiment and my 1st Tank Squadron represent the honor of the Imperial Army." After listening to Into Chuuji's suggestion, Tokugawa Ichiro's
His complexion improved a lot, he straightened his back and spoke with dignity.
What does it mean to be shameless? This 'second generation nobleman' is a typical example.
That is to say, Wakiitajiro is not high enough. If he were replaced by his lieutenant general division commander, he might just call him out with a big mouth.
Damn it, no one else can be justified in saying that you are afraid of death.
It's a pity that not to mention the two majors, even the senior commander Wakiitajiro could only hold back the contempt in his heart and sigh slightly at this moment:
"What Yin Tengjun said is that the power of the machine guns owned by the Chinese is really terrifying. On the other hand, our army is tied up because of concerns about the concession and cannot use heavy firepower. It is really a headache!"
Toyoda Shuichi looked at the guy next to him who suddenly jumped out to speak, and he didn't even say any useful opinions. He interrupted with a bit of yin and yang annoyance:
"Since Mr. Yin Teng said so, is there any good way to get rid of the Chinese machine guns? If so, don't keep your Excellency the commander of the company waiting for too long."
The subtext is naturally: If you want to please Ichiro Tokugawa, go elsewhere. This is our captain's territory.
"Yes! Yin Tengjun has any suggestions, but it doesn't matter!" The Japanese colonel's tone was calm, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
The Japanese colonel is naturally aware of the little thoughts of his close subordinates, but it seems that Toyoda Hide is right. If you don’t have a good way, why would you jump out and pretend to be a big head? He looked at the Hokkaido fisherman with a natural look.
It won't be very kind.
"Hi!" Unexpectedly, Yin Tengzhonger, who bowed his head heavily in response, was already prepared. "There is a Chinese saying: to alert the snake to the grass!"
"Huh?" The Japanese commander seemed to have grasped some key point.
"After a round of shelling by our side, the Chinese, who know how powerful they are, can no longer easily let their machine guns fire unless they encounter a critical moment.
Then, we will let them think that it is a critical moment and bring out the machine guns to destroy them."
"Yo Xi! Mr. Yin Teng, that makes sense, please continue." Wakibajiro's gloomy face showed a hint of joy for the first time all morning.
"According to previous battles, the Chinese machine guns are basically placed on the roof of the building. If it is just to fight the infantry, they should place such an important firepower point inside the building to avoid being destroyed by us. Then why do the Chinese
How to do this?" Yin Tengzhonger said with a perfect smile on his face.
"They plan to not only guard against threats from the air, but also attack infantry and tanks from a high position." After thinking about it, Toyoda Hide could no longer think about stepping on his colleagues, and quickly helped his superiors to tell the answer.
In fact, this was also a certain degree of submission to his colleagues who glanced at him sideways.
After all, if he could kill the machine guns of the Chinese defenders, the tank squadron could confidently and boldly charge with the infantry, and he would be able to complete the desperate military order given to him by the commander of the company before evening.
Compared with life, face is nothing. Major Hide Toyoda has always been a person who can afford to lift things up and let go of them.
"Yo Xi! If you can eliminate these Chinese remnants, please rest assured, Mr. Yin Teng, I will definitely ask for your credit in front of the division commander." Jiro Wakiba also understood what his subordinates meant, and his face gradually became happy.
Strong, naturally he is not stingy with praise.
"Major Yin Teng, this is yours!" Tokugawa Ichiro also gave a thumbs up to Yin Teng Chuuji.
Even Toyota Show grinned and apologized.
Anyway, as long as I'm not embarrassed.
As for moral integrity, can it be eaten? The Japanese major, who finally felt a little relieved, had already thrown the thing on the battlefield and had it smashed to pieces by the Chinese machine cannon.
Because of a suggestion full of 'wisdom', the gloom and gloom in the Japanese military headquarters was easily replaced.
The battlefield fell into rare silence.
After the last round of shelling failed to produce any results, the Japanese artillery seemed a little discouraged and stopped shelling again.
The Japanese infantry also remained stationary.
For nearly an hour, not a single gunshot was heard on the battlefield, and the silence was so heart-stopping.
But everyone knows that this kind of silence is abnormal.
The Japanese soldiers are like stubborn children. No matter how hard they are beaten, unless three of their legs are broken at once, they will continue to do their "mischief".
Obviously, for the more than 1,000 Japanese troops who have arrived, the intensity of the previous two rounds of beatings alone may barely be enough to break their heads, but if they say they were crippled in one fell swoop, let alone the Chinese who don’t believe it.
Westerners who are the melon-eating audience don’t believe it.
"Japanese, what are you waiting for?" The Imperial Brigadier General said, silently stroking his beloved pipe.
Heavy artillery, naval guns, and aircraft are no longer possible. Word has come from the embassy that after diplomatic negotiations in the early morning, Japan has promised that it will never use heavy firearms to avoid accidentally damaging the concession.
"What conspiracy are the Japanese playing?" The middle-aged man took his wife and children and sat in a teahouse, silently looking out the window.
Being able to sit in the teahouse was actually thanks to his five-year-old son. The scene of the little child bowing deeply to the warehouse on the river bank moved the teahouse owner, and he invited the whole family to sit in before everyone evacuated the shore.
to the teahouse.
There, the straight-line distance from Sihang Warehouse is 200 meters, so there is no fear of stray bullets.
With tea and snacks to fill your stomach, and a superb view of the battlefield, middle-aged people naturally crave for it.
"Father, I'm afraid!" The child leaned into his father's arms and looked at his father with bright eyes. "Can uncles fight away the Japanese?"
The unusually silent battlefield, the overwhelming pressure of black clouds pressing down on the city, was felt even by small children.
Only this time, he failed to get a firm answer from his father.
