In the early morning, in the defense area of the 68th Regiment of the enemy's 3rd Division, the Japanese sentries discovered a mass of black heads approaching the defense area of the Regiment.
boom!
"You guys, do some work!"
The Japanese opened fire and asked loudly. The Shanteng team in charge of security rushed to support and built a defensive fire network along the ruins bombed by the Japanese.
"Don't shoot, it's one of our own!"
A disgraced sergeant answered loudly.
The sentry looked at this man and the embarrassed soldiers with vigilance. He really couldn't imagine that there was anyone else in this land who could make the soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army so embarrassed.
Because they are the Marines of the Third Division of the Army, and they are completely different concepts from the third-rate Marine Corps.
So he couldn't even believe that the people who abandoned their armor in front of him would be soldiers of the empire.
"You guys, stop, I want to check!"
The Japanese sentry ordered everyone to stop. Even if the leading officer is a sergeant.
The sergeant had no choice but to take out his ID and said: "We are from the Yamamoto Brigade. We encountered a night attack by Chinese soldiers. Yamamoto's Major Sasama was shattered!"
"Nani?"
The sentry was shocked, because the Yamamoto Battalion was one of the elites of the 68th Regiment, and Yamamoto Taro was a disciple of the Itto-ryu with a very high level of swordsmanship. But he died in battle. I really can't imagine what kind of enemy the Yamamoto Brigade encountered.
The sentry did not dare to delay, and quickly took the sergeant to see Konoe Isao, the captain of the 68th Regiment.
Isao Konoe is also a poor guy who was brainwashed by ***. Like many cruel Japanese, he did not regard the Chinese as human beings at all.
In their eyes, the Chinese are slaves and there is no difference at all from those cattle and horses.
Moreover, there are too many Chinese people, and he thinks this is very difficult to control. So wherever the 68th Regiment passed, there were Chinese corpses everywhere.
Isao Konoe, a cruel Japanese man, had the habit of getting up early. But he was not eating, but practicing his sword.
The Japanese have the habit of practicing swordsmanship, and this is where the Bushido spirit comes from. Later, it was used by the shogunate, and gradually formed a loyal dog centered on the shogunate and the emperor.
They were proud to die fighting for the shogunate and the emperor.
And it is this decadent feudal ideology that has contributed to the rapid growth of Japanese corruption in Japan.
And Konoe Isao is just one of these people.
So when he heard that Yamamoto Taro was defeated, he was shocked at first, and then became furious.
However, what made him furious was not the disastrous defeat of Yamamoto's team, but the swordsmanship of Yamamoto Taro. He was decapitated without a single move in front of the Shina people.
This was simply unforgivable to Isao Konoe, who was a fan of swordsmanship.
He believed that this was a conspiracy of the Chinese people to attack the Imperial Japanese Army in the spirit of Bushido. So in this way, the disastrous defeat of Yamamoto's team is logical.
"Order: Kumano Infantry Battalion, Dog Infantry Battalion, Zaemon Infantry Battalion, Mitsubishi Artillery Squadron, Kitara Heavy Machine Gun Squadron, Brigade Directly Affiliated Baggage Squadron, Communications Squadron,... Let's go! Target Sihang Warehouse!... .....”
Isao Konoe gave the order loudly in a voice that was close to a roar. Thousands of Japanese soldiers broke out and rushed towards Sihang Warehouse.
In the Sihang Warehouse, the 88th Division Independent Regiment was also in full swing.
You don’t need to think that everyone understands the little devil’s revenge. Last night, they wiped out more than 500 Japanese in total. The entire Yamamoto brigade was crippled by them.
So the little devil will definitely come to take revenge. And it is the enemy's 68th Regiment closest to them.
Danwu is quite familiar with Konoe Isao's opponent. This Japanese is fierce and smart. Just a little more rigid.
Rigidity is also a weakness, and Dragon Boat Festival will attack his weakness.
He only arranged 300 people to guard the first, second, third and rooftop floors of the Sihang Warehouse. The remaining people are all in the reserve team, and each one will be replenished if they die. But only Sun Shiyu's new barracks is not moving for the time being. They could only watch this battle.
Li Dazhuang and others in the new barracks complained, but complaining was of no use. Duanwu ignored them at all, and didn't even explain.
While looking at the military map on the table, Duanwu asked, "Old Abacus, how many mines do we still have?"
Old Abacus rushed over and shouted a report: "Report, there is another mine."
"One, so few!"
Duanwu frowned, but Lao Baanpan quickly explained: "There were not many mines in the warehouse originally. Yoshida Squadron used them all when they attacked the Sihang Warehouse, and the remaining one was still broken. Last night Lao Kan and Wan Liguo repaired it while they had nothing to do."
"kindness!"
Duanwu responded, but didn't say anything. Instead, he stood up and looked towards the opposite side of Sihang Warehouse.
He was judging where the Japs' artillery positions would be set up.
Before, the reason why Dragon Boat Festival's independent regiment suffered so few casualties was because Dragon Boat Festival destroyed the Little Japanese's artillery first, preventing the Little Japanese's firepower advantage.
Otherwise, in a head-on battle with a squadron and a brigade of Yoshida and Yamamoto, not to mention 800 people, even 8,000 people may not be able to stop them.
The Sixing Warehouse is indeed strong enough, but can it withstand the gunfire of the Japs?
Not to mention mountain artillery, even mortars are enough to drink a pot during the Dragon Boat Festival.
Therefore, when facing the next Japanese revenge, Dragon Boat Festival must take precautions. Even knocking out a few of the Japs' cannons would greatly reduce the casualties of the independent regiment.
At this time, Xie Jinyuan saw Duanwu standing at the window and watching with a telescope, so he followed him and said, "Brother Duanwu, what are you looking at?"
"There is also a mine. I'm guessing where the Japs' artillery positions will be placed. As long as we blow up two of their cannons, even a few artillery pieces, it will be beneficial to us."
Duanwu replied subconsciously. However, Xie Jinyuan was stunned for a moment, and then said in disbelief:
"Brother Duanwu, I'm not throwing cold water on you. A mine can blow up a few Japanese soldiers. But blow up the Japanese artillery position? Hahaha, then you are really... Haha, in this way, you have to use a If the mine blows up the Japs' artillery position, even if it blows up two artillery pieces, I will introduce my eldest sister's niece to you as your wife, how about it?"
"Haha, is there such a good thing? If your niece is an ugly girl, I don't want her."
Duanwu said jokingly, not taking it seriously at all.
But Xie Jinyuan took it seriously and took out his wallet from his coat pocket. Inside was a family photo.
"Look, look, this is my niece. Look, how handsome she is."
Xie Jinyuan pointed to a seven or eight-year-old little girl in the photo and showed it to Duanwu.
After watching the Dragon Boat Festival, I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. After a long while, I asked: "Do you want me to write a book "The Development of a Little Loli"?..."
