The 68th Japanese Regiment, temporary headquarters.
"Bagaya road!"
"Taijun, Taijun, this has nothing to do with me? It was the boy at Dragon Boat Festival who asked me to pull him back. I didn't know it was the corpse of the imperial army. I really didn't know..."
puff! ...
The captain of the 68th Regiment, Isao Konoe, never listened to Liu Mazi's explanation. He drew his sword and hacked Liu Mazi to death with one blow.
Isao Konoe was furious. Kumano was one of his warriors. Not only was he killed by the Chinese, but his head was also missing and was sent back in a wooden box.
This is a provocation to the Japanese Empire, and it is also a challenge to Konoe Hon!
"Order the Little Dog Brigade to cooperate with the Zaemon Brigade to quickly occupy the two commanding heights on the east and west sides of the Shihang Warehouse. I will make these Chinese people, and that Danwu, pay a bloody price for his arrogance."
"Hi!"
Many officers of the little devils took the order, and then launched a fierce attack on Sihang Warehouse according to the predetermined plan.
The smoke ignited instantly, and bullets from machine guns and rifles wreaked havoc in the air like countless meteors.
A sentry of an independent regiment was caught off guard and was hit by a flying stray bullet, sending him flying backwards.
He fell in front of a few recruits who were talking and laughing just now.
There were bloody holes left by two machine gun bullets on his chest. He looked at several recruits with blood foaming from his mouth. He used his last strength to tell them to hide and not come out.
But at this time, the recruits were already frightened by what they saw. One of them even jumped up and shouted with a broken spirit: "I'm not a soldier anymore, I want to go back, go back,..."
Bang!
The new recruits were running around like crazy, but unexpectedly a veteran came and kicked him back to the bunker.
"Why are you so noisy? Didn't you guys tell me when you came? This is hell, this is a cemetery. When you step into this land, you are all a dead person. Then why don't you What are you afraid of?"
Zhu Shengzhong roared like a madman. If you want to compare him to crazy, he is no worse than Dragon Boat Festival. It just lacks Duanwu's commanding ability, combat ability, and wisdom.
Otherwise, it would not be Xie Jinyuan but this lunatic Zhu Shengzhong who would be in command at Eight Hundred.
Zhu Shengzhong stunned the recruits, then quickly unhooked, cocked, and aimed his gun at a Japanese officer directing the charge outside the window.
The little devil's officer was still shouting to charge, but the next moment, there was a hole in his chest.
The little Japanese officer was at least 120 meters away from Zhu Shengzhong, but Zhu Shengzhong's shot hit him with a shot that could pierce the Yangtze with a hundred steps.
Boom!
Suddenly, just when Zhu Shengzhong shot a Japs officer to death, the Japs' artillery fire struck again.
The violent explosion ignited blazing flames, and the fragments of the explosion splashed everywhere at this moment.
At this moment, even veterans with stronger hearts than stone would inevitably make evasive movements.
But Zhu Shengzhong didn't. In his eyes, there were only Japs. Even if the Japs' shells exploded right in front of him, he seemed to turn a blind eye. And he firmly believed in what Chief Dragon Boat Festival said, if every kid killed, there would be one less kid.
When the veterans who had recovered from their injuries saw this scene, respect arose in their hearts. They once again stood upright at the window and continued to perform repeated actions: pulling the bolt, pushing the bullet into the chamber, aiming at the Japanese, and then Pull the trigger.
Their backs looked so tall in the eyes of the new recruits. They finally understood why the young leader said this was a tomb and a hell. People without courage would not be able to survive here.
Because this is indeed hell.
Outside the Sihang Warehouse is burning with hellish fire, and the veterans who have returned from the bloody hell are burning out their last lives to resist the devil-like invaders.
At this moment, their eyes became wet. They silently loaded bullets for the veterans, and some even picked up their guns.
Zhu Shengzhong nodded with satisfaction, and then continued his rapid shooting.
There is no shortage of bullets in the Sihang Warehouse, but there is a shortage of well-trained soldiers. He doesn't know how long these veterans can last, or whether they can wait until these new recruits grow up.
But maybe this is just a joke. In one day, two days, or even three days, these new recruits can become veterans?
Those who are older are better and have stronger psychological qualities. Although those young people are full of enthusiasm, when they are really on the verge of death, fear will start to take hold in their hearts.
Sometimes, Zhu Shengzhong really wanted to roar out the souls of these recruits like a regiment leader.
But he always misses the point a little bit.
Zhu Shengzhong smiled mockingly and continued to shoot at the Japanese.
The Japanese artillery fire outside the window was still fierce, but it was much weaker than before.
It turned out that while Zhu Shengzhong, Shangguan Zhibiao and others were blocking the Japs on the first floor, others were not idle either.
On the roof of Sihang Warehouse, Sun Shiyu led the artillery to disperse and carry out key strikes on the main positions of the Japs.
The Independent Regiment ran out of artillery shells, and in the battle that forcibly ate the Kumano Brigade, all the artillery shells were used up.
At this time, the artillery shells used by Sun Shiyu and others were snatched back from the Kumano Brigade's position. There were only twenty shells in total, and they couldn't even hit a base, so they could only focus on the attack.
Therefore, in this battle, the Independent Regiment did not fight as smoothly as before. The Independent Regiment suffered very heavy casualties. In the gun battle with the Japanese, more than fifty people were killed in only half an hour of exchange of fire.
However, the casualties of the Japs were greater because they were forcing their way through the neighborhood and wanted to occupy the two high-rise buildings to the left and right of Sihang Warehouse as springboards to attack Sihang Warehouse.
But Duanwu had already been prepared. He not only specially arranged people to keep an eye on the Japanese in these two directions, but also set up a machine gun position on the left and right at the top of the building with the widest view.
The machine gunners on the roof fired continuously at the Japanese on the left and right who wanted to cross the block.
As a result, the little Japanese suffered heavy casualties. In just half an hour of fighting, at least nearly a hundred people died on the way to the charge.
In addition to the Japanese who were killed in frontal firefights and the Japanese who were killed by artillery shells, the number of Japanese casualties was at least four times that of the independent regiment.
Konoe Isao was very angry. While removing the puppies who were disadvantaged in the front, he regrouped his troops and launched another fierce attack on the Sihang Warehouse.
The little devils formed a death squad. Each one took off his shirt and wore a piece of red plaster on his head. Some of the white cloths even had the words "Must Win" written on them, and they launched a charge towards Sihang Warehouse.
"Attack!"
"Attack!..."
The Japs' frontline commander also took off his shirt. He held the sword high in his hand, and his mouth was so big that he could even throw in a whole donkey dung egg.
But his howling was still like giving those Japanese death squads a shot of stimulant.
These murderous devils rushed towards Sihang Warehouse as if they were crazy! ...
