"Baga! Then let us be destroyed together with the Chinese!"
Konoe Isao had completely collapsed in the three days of fighting. None of his tactics worked.
He even felt that the young officer had the ability to predict the future. Otherwise, why did his tactics never work?
So on the verge of collapse, Isao Konoe showed a cruel smile.
He will take everyone with him to death.
Isao Konoe asked his adjutant: "How many more imperial troops do we have?"
The adjutant replied: "I want to report to you, there are not many people left in the Small Inu Battalion. The Zaemon Battalion has relatively few casualties, with about 800 people left. Plus a few other remnants. The Imperial Army is still capable of fighting.
The total number is about 1,200 people."
"Nani? Is this all we have left?"
Konoe Isao found it hard to believe that after only three days of reorganizing the 68th Regiment, he had lost even one-third of his troops.
Although the 68th Regiment lost some of its men in the previous battle, it was not as disastrous as it was now.
So don't think about it, if the commander of the Shanghai Expeditionary Force, Matsui Iwane, knew that he was defeated so miserably, there was only one way he could go, and that was to commit seppuku.
The shadow of death once again shrouded his mind. As a result, the old devil became more and more crazy. Even if he died, he would take those hateful Chinese people to death.
"Order the artillery to prepare and use heavy artillery to destroy the Sihang Warehouse."
"Sir, if we use heavy artillery, once the Shanghai Gas Plant is detonated, we will also be killed?"
The adjutant on the side tried his best to stop it, because this was equivalent to committing suicide with more than 1,200 imperial troops.
But he didn't want to, Konoe Isao didn't listen to his suggestion at all, but shouted loudly: "Bagayalu, do you still look like an imperial soldier like this? Come out with your manly spirit. We will serve His Majesty the Emperor."
The time has come to show your loyalty.”
"Hi!"
All the little devils bowed their heads and accepted the order, because under the spiritual indoctrination of bushido and imperialism, even if they were afraid of death, they still had to give a high-pitched shout at this time.
Otherwise, if they are timid, not only will they be ridiculed by others, but they will also most likely be hacked to death by their superiors.
This is very common in the Japanese army. Not only do those who are hacked to death receive no sympathy, but they are also spurned by their peers, bringing shame to their own family.
So even when facing death, they panic a lot, but in the end, they will still rush forward without hesitation.
But does this act of risking death work? Even if they go up against a hard steel plate, won't they be blown to pieces?
The shadow of death once again enveloped them like countless dark clouds.
Their commander has gone crazy and wants to bombard the Sihang Warehouse with large-caliber mountain artillery.
I'm afraid no rational person would do this kind of act of seeking death. Because if a shot hits the gas storage tank of the gas plant, then everyone will fly into the sky after a loud bang.
But Isao Konoe has gone crazy. Today, he can either capture the Four Lines Warehouse or die with his enemies. It's that simple.
But at this time, the Japs suddenly stopped attacking, but the taxi soldiers in Sihang Warehouse felt a little uncomfortable.
Didn't we agree to launch a general attack? Why did we stop fighting after only an hour?
Originally, they thought that those little devils were so powerful with their iron shells on their backs. But in the end, they were dispatched with just a few gas cans.
And this thing was really excellent, but hundreds of devils were just gone.
Some people even think that this little devil is really stupid, knowing that he is dead, but he still rushes forward.
But little did they know that the little devil himself was unwilling to charge forward, and it was all because of the damn bushido spirit.
The commander was crazy, so they had to rush forward and die like a fool. Then the frontline commander was also killed. The entire puppy brigade, with more than a hundred defeated soldiers left, retreated under the order of Konoe Isao.
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When Xie Jinyuan saw that the enemy had retreated, he ordered his men to count the number of casualties and said to Duanwu with a smile: "Brother Duanwu, this little devil is so vulnerable? It only lasted an hour and hundreds of corpses were left behind.
He just ran away."
Duanwu took a look with a telescope and saw that the Japanese were looking for wood everywhere, and then roasted the dead Japanese on the fire.
Zhao Beishan didn't understand what the little devil was doing and asked: "Brother Dragon Boat Festival? What does this mean when the little devil throws the corpses of his own people into the fire and roasts them?"
"They are burning the corpses of their comrades to cut off their own retreat and improve their morale. The Japs are about to launch a general attack. Let all units pay attention. The Japs will launch a general attack at any time."
Duanwu gave the order and went directly downstairs.
"Brother Dragon Boat Festival?"
Xie Jinyuan shouted, but Duanwu didn't answer.
Zhao Beishan also asked in confusion: "What did Brother Duanwu do?"
"How do I know? But I know that the little devil may be in trouble again this time."
Xie Jinyuan was sure that the little Jaap was going to be unlucky, and he was convinced of it because that young man always brought surprises to him.
But at this moment, Old Abacus brought them bad news. In the battle just now, the Independent Regiment suffered nearly a hundred casualties.
This is all because they lost the effective suppression of artillery fire. Their artillery shells were used up. When facing the Japanese mortars, they could only gamble on luck.
If you're lucky, the Japs' shells will miss. But if you're not lucky, if they hit the inside of the Sixing Warehouse, they will cause huge casualties to the independent regiment.
There were also little Japs who rushed in with the help of shields. Several close-quarters fights also caused heavy casualties on the first floor of Sihang Warehouse.
Shangguan Zhibiao, the commander of the independent battalion, was wounded, with a deep wound in his abdomen caused by a Japs bayonet.
Although the wound has been sutured and bandaged, there is a shortage of medicines in the Sihang warehouse. Especially the anti-inflammatory drug - penicillin, and anesthetics.
Originally, there was a batch of medicines stored in the Sihang Warehouse. However, the continuous battles caused the original inventory to be exhausted like running water.
So at this time, even if Shangguan Zhibiao was seriously injured, he only needed an injection of penicillin.
No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Maybe this will be the last shot of penicillin for Shangguan Shibiao.
But this seemingly gentle man showed no fear of death.
He asked the medical soldiers to tighten his wounds, then endured the pain and continued to direct the battle until the little Japanese retreated, and then he sat down on the bunker in the warehouse to rest.
He had never smoked before and asked Zhu Shengzhong for a cigarette.
Zhu Shengzhong was also wounded, but this kid was so lucky that the little devil's bullet only scratched his left eyebrow bone.
It doesn't matter that the bones are exposed, at least the wound is much smaller. He giggled and said that the goddess of luck kissed him! ...
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