Two hours later, each squadron reported their losses. Although Major Nomura had been mentally prepared to a certain extent, it still caused him a bloody pain;
116 people died and 182 were injured. The total number of casualties was close to 300. You must know that this was only the number of casualties for his brigade, which was close to 30%.
If we use Western standards, his brigade was seriously damaged. Even by Eastern standards, it can also be called heavy casualties. The average army has collapsed, and only the Japanese and Chinese troops can endure this kind of battle damage ratio.
"Bagaya Road, please continue to inform us that air defense must be strengthened and personnel must be dispersed as much as possible;
Report the battle damage to the regiment headquarters and prepare for street fighting. After the Chinese bombardment, their infantry should come up and let them experience the power of our Guards Division! "
After Nomura finished speaking, he sent away the squadron leader responsible for the battle report statistics and waited patiently for the Chinese infantry to attack.
They waited until the sun rose to three o'clock and did not wait for the Chinese attack. The Nomura brigade could only have lunch first.
Captain Watanabe took out his lunch from his satchel, which consisted of a can of beef, two rice dumplings, and a salted fish for rice. The food treatment of the Habayashi Army was better than that of other divisions. If not for the war, they would have eaten more. good.
"Watanabe-kun, are there any casualties among your team?"
As soon as Watanabe gnawed down a rice ball, his friend Captain Matsutakejiro stuck his head over. The two grew up together, enlisted in the army together, and came to the south together. They had a very good relationship in private.
Captain Watanabe said while eating salted fish:
"One of them died, what about you?"
"We were extremely unlucky. A bomb happened to fall nearby. Three were buried and one was rescued. Now there are only two and a half left. The wounded soldiers probably won't last a few days."
Matsutakejiro said with a depressed look, no wonder he was in a bad mood, there were 5 people in total, 2 were dead and 1 was injured, and the Chinese people haven't seen each other yet.
Watanabe Mayu patted her friend and comforted:
"Song Wujun, the Chinese have control of the air, so these losses are inevitable. They have gone through this before;
If they can persist, so can we! "
Watanabe said it was easy, but the shadow in his heart did not disappear at all. Only he knew the bitterness in his heart, and the feeling of being bombed was unpleasant;
After Watanabe finished speaking, he continued to work on his meal. Staying in Taijing City, he might not be able to eat the next meal after one meal, but he had to eat and cherish it.
Songwu also chose to remain silent, using the tip of his bayonet to pry the can of beef, ready to enjoy it.
At this time, the air-raid siren sounded again. After Watanabe finished eating the rice balls, he leaned against the wall and left the rest to Amaterasu.
Songwu was a little reluctant to part with the can that he had just opened. He felt that there was still time to finish it, so he continued to sit there and enjoy his delicious lunch. He did not believe that the Chinese plane would arrive so quickly.
Just when Songwu was enjoying his meal, a bomb staggered towards the roof where he was hiding;
The 5,600-pound bomb was dropped from an altitude of several thousand meters. The huge acceleration allowed the bomb to easily penetrate the roof, and exploded near Songwu...
Songwu desperately found that his lower body had completely disappeared, and his eyes were full of fear!
"Watanabe-kun—save—me!"
"help me!"
Watanabe, who was more than ten meters away, was so shocked that he vomited out a mouthful of blood, which was also mixed with the salted fish he had just eaten;
He saw the miserable condition of his friend. Half of his body was blown away, leaving only the other half still struggling on the ground.
He picked up the gun and shot Songwu, ending the pain for his friend.
"Thank you!"
Songwu was finally free...
Watanabe's pain continued. His internal organs seemed to have been shocked and his mouth was bleeding. He didn't know where he was injured or how long he could hold on. His mother's arms appeared in his mind.
"Watanabe, stop fighting and come home with me!
Go home, mom, cook your favorite food..."
"Bagayalu, His Majesty the Emperor's mission has not been completed yet, please don't shake the morale of the army!"
After Watanabe finished speaking, he shot his mother's phantom, which finally made her disappear. The Japanese became ruthless and dared to shoot anyone.
Outside, a new round of bombing was continuing, and groups of Japanese soldiers finished their last lunch and lined up to report to Amaterasu;
The aunt seemed a little busy, but a satisfied smile appeared on his face. The Chinese people were so interesting that he had already filled his bag.
The Guards Division had never experienced such a violent bombing. The war was far more cruel than they imagined. It didn't matter whether they were from the Habayashi Army or not, a large area would still be killed when the bomb exploded. Amaterasu packed a sack, and their fighting Power is consumed visibly.
The bombings by the Chinese seem to be endless, and the bombs seem to be free of charge. They come to visit two or three times a day, which is more punctual than three meals a day.
It was another bombing day. The Chinese aircraft fleet had just left after the bombing. Medical soldier Daran Ishii took out a pen and paper and started writing a diary;
He is from Kyoto and was a college student in medical school before joining the army. He has the habit of writing a diary:
“On the seventh day of the bombing of Thailand and Beijing, my medicines and dressing equipment have been exhausted;
The captain has given up treating the wounded. In the bombing that just ended, a large number of warriors were injured, but there is nothing I can do.
Without enough medicine and equipment, injury means death. If a living person cannot take care of it, who can take care of the injured?
Captain Yoshioka is sending them off on their last journey with a pistol. Any wounded who cannot stand up will be given a bullet, which is much more efficient than trying to save them!
Yesterday I tried to stop Yoshioka Socho, but ended up getting slapped twice by him. His hands were full of murderous intent. I can guarantee that if I dared to say any more nonsense, I would never see the sun today.
During the seven days of bombing, too many people could not see the sun the next day. More than 31 wounded people died from my hands alone, and only 3 survived. They gave me the nickname of a killer - I am not Saving people is killing people!
I feel aggrieved. This is a naked insult. I have saved at least 3 people!
I am just a sophomore in medical school and my knowledge is limited, so I enlisted in the army. The radio talks about victory every day, but we are bombed every day, people are dying every day, and we have no power to fight back..."
Watanabe actually managed to survive, and was promoted from squadron commander to commander. This was not because his abilities had increased, but because the casualties of officers and sergeants were too great;
His team leader has been promoted to captain and squadron leader. There are only 33 people left in the 54-man team, and the loss has been close to half.
In Taijing City, promotion is no longer based on ability, but on who is alive before sunrise;
Living is a kind of ability!
Watanabe's ability was good. He survived for a week and successfully replaced the squad leader. He unconsciously glanced at the squad leader.
"Bagayalu, Watanabe-kun, what are you looking at?"
The squad leader cursed fiercely.
