"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.
Konoe asked his adjutant: "How many more imperial troops do we have?"
The adjutant replied: "I report to you, there are not many people left in the Small Inu Battalion. The Zaemon Battalion has relatively small casualties, with about 800 people left. Plus a few other remnants. The Imperial Army is still capable of fighting. The total number is around 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 didn't even have one-third of his troops.
Although in the previous battle, the 68th Regiment lost some people. But it wasn’t as disastrous as it is now.
So there is no need to think about it. If the commander of the Shanghai Expeditionary Army, 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, this old devil became even more crazy. Even if he dies, he will take those hateful Chinese people to death.
"Order the artillery to prepare and use heavy artillery to destroy the four rows of warehouses."
"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 advice at all, but shouted loudly: "Bagayalu, do you still look like an imperial soldier like this? Show your manly courage. We will serve His Majesty the Emperor. The time has come to show your loyalty.”
"Hi!"
The little devils all bowed their heads to accept the order, because under the spiritual indoctrination of bushido and imperialism, even if they were afraid of death, they still had to give a loud cheer at this time.
Otherwise, if they are timid, they will not only be ridiculed by others, but they are also very likely to 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 committing suicide work? Even if they go up against the 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 sane person would do this kind of act of seeking death. Because if a cannon hits the gas storage tank of the gas plant, then everyone will fly into the sky after a boom.
But Isao Konoe has gone crazy. Today he will either capture the Four Lines Warehouse or die with his enemies. It's that simple.
But at this time, the little Japanese suddenly stopped attacking, but the taxi soldiers in Sihang Warehouse felt a little uncomfortable.
Didn't you agree to launch a general attack? Why did you stop eating after just an hour?
Originally, they thought that those little devils were so powerful with their iron shells. But it ended up being taken care of by a few gas cans.
And this thing was really excellent, and 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.
If the commander is crazy, they have to rush in and die like a fool. Then the frontline commander was also killed. There were only more than a hundred defeated soldiers left in the entire puppy brigade, and they retreated under Konoe Isao's order.
Seeing that the enemy had retreated, Xie Jinyuan ordered someone to count the number of casualties and said to Duanwu with a smile: "Brother Duanwu, this little devil is so vulnerable, isn't he? We only fought for an hour, and hundreds of corpses were left behind. Just ran away.”
Duanwu took a look with a telescope. 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? The little devil threw the corpses of his own people into the fire for barbecue. What does this mean?"
"They are burning the corpses of their companions 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 devil was going to be unlucky, and he believed in it. Because that young man always brings 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 shells were out. When facing the Japs mortars, they could only gamble on luck.
With luck, the kid's cannonball will miss. But if you are unlucky, hitting the inside of the Sixing Warehouse will cause huge casualties to the independent regiment.
There were also little devils who rushed in with the help of shields. Several close hand-to-hand 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 little Japanese's bayonet.
Although the wounds have been sutured and bandaged, there is a shortage of medicines in the Sihang warehouse. And especially the anti-inflammatory drug - penicillin, and the anesthetic.
Originally, there was a batch of medicines stored in the Sihang warehouse. However, the continuous fighting 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 tomorrow will bring. Perhaps 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 if the bone is exposed, at least the wound will be much smaller. He giggled and said that Lady Luck kissed him! ...
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