The three platoons of officers and soldiers waiting in the trenches had no chance to help their platoon leader block the pursuing Japanese troops.
The closest the Japanese troops came to this side was 250 meters away.
The officers and soldiers in the third row knew that the Japanese army might not be afraid of the submachine guns and machine guns that were already waiting here, but that the ruins illuminated by flares would burst into flames and loud roars from time to time.
The three rows of officers and soldiers who were watching nervously from a distance felt pain for the Japanese soldiers just by looking at them.
How uncomfortable it feels to have dozens of people chasing one person and still being beaten like this!
I really want to hold these poor babies in my arms, pat their little heads, and comfort them: They are so stupid, so they should go home and read more!
However, a certain protagonist on the battlefield who did not forget to carry his small bag, carry a submachine gun and wear a shit-yellow military uniform was not as relaxed as his subordinates who started to light up cigarettes and waited for his return with a smile.
He did not rush back to the warehouse, but fired into the sky from a distance of nearly 100 meters and shouted angrily: "Everyone takes cover! Prevent shelling!"
"What is your platoon leader shouting?" Lieutenant Leng Feng, Tang Dao's little fan, did not see Tang Dao's figure, but heard Tang Dao's voice, and patted Niu Er with some confusion.
"It seems to be something hidden?" Niu Er's hearing is very good.
"F*ck! Bombardment! Everyone lie down!" Leng Feng suddenly felt like the souls of the dead were rising.
However, he was obviously the slowest to react.
The trenches were full of chaos, and all the birds and beasts scattered.
The third platoon has been following Tang Dao for a long time, and they know very well that Tang Dao's style can make the calm and ruthless Commander Tang shout so far away. The Japanese army's revenge will definitely be extremely ferocious.
Lying down in a trench 1.5 meters deep is never a good idea.
Leng Feng was certainly not stupid. He chased the old soldier Youzi's ass and ran from the traffic trench to the warehouse while rolling and crawling.
In less than twenty seconds, dozens of meters in front of the warehouse were blown into a sea of flames by a violent explosion of "Boom! Boom!", followed by the scream of artillery shells piercing the night sky.
The Japanese army's retaliation came quickly and fiercely. They used at least ten infantry guns and six mountain guns, covering the entire area 200 meters from the front of the warehouse. Their attitude of demolishing the ruins at all costs was comparable to that of the Japanese army.
The army lieutenant colonel who bought sixty rounds of artillery shells has lost a lot of money.
For more than half an hour, the sixteen cannons fired at least 300 shells.
The rumbling sound of artillery alarmed most of the concession. No one could understand what China and Japan were doing. So why did the artillery battle start before dawn?
Even the Brigadier General of the Sun Never Sets Empire, who has extremely rich combat experience, looked out the window at half of the sky in the distance that was reddened by the firelight, and faced Colonel James's somewhat naive and eager eyes. After holding back for a while, he asked a few uncertain questions: "
Perhaps, you have lost your patience due to being harassed by the Chinese? Or maybe, the Japanese have arrived with too much logistical equipment?"
Then, the experienced commander of the Western Allied Forces, Your Excellency, may feel that his question is indeed difficult to convince even himself. He pondered for a while and finally gave an affirmative sentence: "Today's battlefield will be more cruel than yesterday."
Little white James......
I have the urge to roll my eyes to His Excellency the Commander, if I were not afraid of being misunderstood by His Excellency the Commander.
Of course, this is just a Western-style joke about the uncertainty of the answer in their hearts. Two veteran soldiers with battlefield experience really didn't understand what the front-line commanders of the Japanese army were thinking. The ruins before the warehouse are actually very important, especially to
For the attacking side.
At least those ruins can help their infantry avoid bullets fired from the warehouse. If the Chinese had enough artillery or ammunition, they would have plowed the ruins.
As a result, what the Chinese failed to do, the Japanese themselves did stupidly.
Looking at the battlefield during the day yesterday, although the Japanese front-line commanders and the Chinese commanders were slightly worse at adapting to the situation, they definitely cannot be said to be stupid. But why are their IQs so low right now?
This question has been lingering in the mind of the brigadier general, and the Japanese army will naturally not tell him the answer.
It was not until a few years later that Japan was beaten into a bitch by the United States. The Lieutenant General of the Sun Never Sets Empire, who set foot on the main island of Japan as a victor, checked the confidential files of the Japanese army and saw with his own eyes that the 36th Infantry Regiment dumped it in the early morning of October 28.
Only through the battle reports of the bombardment with all our strength can we know the truth.
It was for just one person.
However, after seeing the number of casualties that one man caused to the Japanese army at that time, the Lieutenant General of the Imperial Army believed that Colonel Jiro Wakiita made the right choice.
If it were him, he would never let such a terrifying guy go back alive.
But now, two senior Western officers who have been concerned about this war can only be confused and anxious.
The Japanese were beaten into fools by the Chinese. This was by no means good news for the concession.
.......
"What's going on? Why hasn't the officer come back yet?" Liu Datou, who was hiding in the warehouse and watching the blazing artillery fire outside, was so anxious that he uttered his native dialect.
"What are you worrying about? Didn't you notice that the commander just yelled at this side and disappeared?" Veteran Youzi was not worried at all. He glanced outside and leaned back against the wall comfortably: "It's just you and me.
In this way, even if the skeleton is rotten, the superior officer will still be alive and kicking, and he can still tease the beautiful reporter every day."
"What do you mean? Do you know where the commander has gone?" Liu Datou thought about it.
"Nonsense, if I can guess the commander's intention, then wouldn't I also be your commander, Liu Datou?" Veteran Youzi lazily lit up a cigarette.
"However, I know that the commander must not have run towards the warehouse, otherwise the cannonballs would have been able to escape there. What's the saying? Just run in the opposite direction, that's it."
"Wait a minute, squad leader, what did you mean when you said the commander was teasing a beautiful reporter? Did you see something?" Yang Xiaoshan, who came from outside, came over with a torch and lit a cigarette for veteran Youzi.
, but it diverted the topic from discussing the safety of a certain officer.
The most indispensable thing in human society is curiosity about gossip, especially those related to romance.
"Yes! Monitor Li, tell me quickly, did you see something?"
"If you ask me, our platoon leader is really worthy of that moon reporter. You don't know, that person's skin is whiter than the moon on the 15th day of the lunar month."
"Did the sir touch the reporter's hand?"
...
A group of soldiers with obvious excess hormones in the room expressed their various imaginations about this erotic incident led by veteran Youzi.
"Bah! Sir, you are as low-level as you, and you just touch your hands when you come up." Veteran Youzi spat, and continued to gossip triumphantly: "Sir, in fact, he didn't pay much attention to the big reporter at all. He didn't even look at us when he looked at her.
So kind!"
"Squad leader Li, do you mean that the commander likes men?"
The amount of information Li Jijin said was a bit large, which made Erya, who was originally attentive, dumbfounded.
"Erya! You are still too young and don't understand women! I tell you, especially those arrogant women. The more you get up, the less they want to talk to you." Veteran Youzi shook his head and said.
, looking very experienced.
"What should we do?" Someone suddenly interrupted and asked.
"Do it according to our commander's way! Don't look at it directly. Based on my experience, Lao Li, I have already seen that the beautiful reporter looks at our commander differently, and her eyebrows are almost dripping with water." Lao Li puffed happily.
I smoked with my eyes closed and reminisced, while bragging.
"Tsk, tsk, sir, you are indeed an extraordinary person. He is awesome at everything he does."
There should be a sound of breathing here! But there was silence, as if everyone was stunned.
"Are you frightened by my careful observation?" Veteran Youzi opened his eyes, only to find that a bunch of melon-eaters were all standing up straight! Standing upright.
Turning his head suddenly, he saw Tang Dao, wearing only a white shirt stained red with blood, looking at him with a playful expression.
"Come on, keep making up for me!"
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PS: In the early stage of the new book, some classic plots from the old book Si Xing Warehouse may be reproduced. This is in response to the requests of many old readers. After all, the old book is over, but the feelings remain the same. They hope that those classics will be preserved.
But after four lines, there will be no more. It is a brand new story, and it is not a continuation of the old book. After all, Tang Dao is not a Lang Tuanzuo. Leaving Songhu and going to Jinling, there will be more exciting stories. Fengyue is here
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