Yan Yan climbed to the second floor of the west building as quickly as possible.
The structure of the four-row warehouse restored in the movie "The Eight Hundred" is not accurate. There are neither doors nor windows on the west, east, and north sides of the building. They are all thick and sealed brick walls.
Only the south side facing the Suzhou River has a gate and rows of windows.
However, in the previous battle, the Japanese brought in 37mm-caliber combat artillery and various types of tanks, blasting more than a dozen gaps in the west brick wall.
The largest gap penetrated the fourth and fifth floors, exposing the floor slabs.
The strict choice was a small gap on the second floor. The gap was about one and a half meters above the floor. It was a perfect shooting position or observation post.
At first, there was a child soldier who was no taller than a rifle and guarded the gap.
Seeing Yan Yan walking straight over with a thick and long rifle, the child soldier subconsciously stepped aside.
Yan Yan also unceremoniously occupied the gap. Since it was night, there was no need to worry about exposing his position, so Yan Yan directly placed the Barrett M82 sniper rifle on the gap, and the brick-concrete wall with a thickness of nearly one meter was given to Barrett for sniping. The rifle provides good support and can be fired directly from a standing position.
At the moment, there is only one way left to save the Lone Army Camp.
That is to guard the Sihang Warehouse and kill as many Japanese as possible.
When the Japanese are cornered, they will put pressure on the concession authorities.
Then, the Concession Industry Bureau will come to them to negotiate terms.
At this time, they can make conditions with the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau of the Concession.
Unless the Concession Industry Bureau releases all the soldiers of the Gujun Camp, returns all weapons and equipment, and guarantees a passage for them to go to the west of Shanghai, they would rather fight to the end.
At that time, there is a high probability that the Ministry of Industry and Commerce in the Concession will compromise.
Offered to use the release of the lonely army camp as a bargaining chip in exchange for their retreat.
And this is also the only feasible plan to save the Lone Army Camp.
So what we have to do now is to kill as many Japanese as possible.
Yan Yan pressed his right shoulder against the plastic butt of the Barrett M82 anti-materiel sniper rifle, lowered his head and got behind the low-light night vision scope, and pulled the bolt to the firing position with a click.
However, the next second, Yan Yan quickly put on the low-light night vision goggles.
Because he saw that the Japanese actually turned on high-power searchlights.
About two detachments and more than thirty Japanese soldiers were lining up under the street lamp.
What's going on? Are the Japanese planning to attack Sihang Warehouse with open fire?
Shouldn't we take advantage of the cover of night to quietly approach Sihang Warehouse, and then break in by different routes?
Yan Yan suddenly thought of a possibility. Could the Japanese have grasped the retreat plan of the national army?
If they know the evacuation plan of the national army, the Japanese will most likely take this opportunity to make a big fuss. To put it simply, the concave shape will allow Western war reporters to take a few sets of photos.
When taking photos at night, of course you have to turn on a searchlight.
How do you take pictures of the Japanese's short legs in the dark?
Thinking of this, Yan Yan quietly released the trigger.
Do the Japanese want to take this opportunity to save face?
Sorry, that will make you lose even more face.
Take this opportunity to serve compatriots in Shanghai and across the country a tough dish - roasted Japanese!
At that moment, Yan Yan turned around and rushed downstairs, shouting loudly and asking: "Who is that? There should be a lot of flour in the Sihang Warehouse! Where is the flour? Where is the flour?"
The second lieutenant officer was still in the lobby on the first floor of the west building.
"The flour has been moved to the east building, why do you ask?"
Yan Yan said: "Ask a few more brothers to go to the east building to move flour, and move quickly!"
The motley crew on the same floor was a little confused, and his tone sounded like the deputy leader.
The second lieutenant officer obviously understood. His pupils shrank immediately and he said: "Moving flour? What do you want to do?"
"There's no time to explain. Hurry up and move the flour! Hurry up!" Yan Yan didn't explain much.
The second lieutenant hesitated for a moment and then shouted: "Class 4, follow me!"
Yang Deyu actually wanted to fight the Japanese again before evacuating.
Although Shangfeng has strict orders not to provoke the Japanese anymore.
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Also on the north bank of the Suzhou River, more than 100 meters west from the Sihang Warehouse is the Bank of Communications Warehouse.
The Bank of Communications warehouse is a five-story building with a steel-concrete structure. At this time, it has become the headquarters of the 10th Battalion of the Japanese Navy's Shanghai Special Marine Corps.
It should be noted that the Japanese Army Shanghai Expeditionary Force did not participate in the attack on Sihang Warehouse.
In the previous four days, those who attacked the Sihang Warehouse had always been the 10th Battalion of the Japanese Navy's Shanghai Special Marine Corps. The commander was Kitaro Toshi, a stocky dwarf.
At this moment, Tushi Kitaro was standing in front of the window of the headquarters on the third floor, looking at the south bank of the Suzhou River.
"Morita-kun, there are thousands or even tens of thousands of pairs of eyes staring at us on the south bank of the Suzhou River."
"Reporters from Reuters, TASS, AFP and even the Associated Press are also watching us."
"Even the army's Ma Lu, who dispatched troops to Shanghai, is waiting to see our navy's jokes."
"The battles over the past four days have caused the Empire to lose all face on the sea, so tonight we must restore our dignity."
"The Yamada Team [Dissatisfaction] must not only seize the Sihang Warehouse as soon as possible, but also must occupy the Sihang Warehouse with a majestic appearance full of strong self-confidence, so that the whole world can see the style of the Imperial Japanese Navy."
At the end of the sentence, Tushi Kitaro waved his fist vigorously, and the flesh on his face was trembling slightly.
"However, it is too risky to let Yamada's team launch an attack under the searchlight." The Japanese major behind Tushi Kitaro looked worried. "As expected, there must be a small Chinese force on the opposite side responsible for breaking up the rear..."
"You don't have to worry about this. Team Yamada will definitely not be in danger." Tu Shi Kitaro said, "According to the information provided by the intelligence department, the Concession Industry Bureau has issued a diplomatic note to the Chinese government not to provoke the imperial army again. The Chinese people have always They were afraid of the Westerners like tigers, so they didn’t dare to shoot again.”
The Japanese Major was silent when he heard this.
There is no way to refute this.
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The first and second floors of the west building of Sihang Warehouse are connected in the middle, surrounded by corridors. It is a zigzag structure. In the middle of this zigzag structure, there is an elevator and even a traveling hoist.
Yang Deyu and a dozen motley crew from the fourth class were moving flour from the east building to the west building.
Yan Yan and the child soldier were responsible for cutting open the flour bags and then spreading them from the second-floor corridor to the first-floor hall.
At this time, the opened hall was completely filled with flour, and you could inhale a large amount of flour even if you took a breath. Fortunately, there were masks among the supplies stored in the Sihang Warehouse, otherwise you would have choked to death on the flour.
"Hey, is it almost done?" Yang Deyu asked after putting down a bag of flour.
"Well, that should be enough." Yan Yan nodded and said, "You should go back to the east building to hide."
The area of the west building of Sihang Warehouse is about 2,000 square meters, the height is about 10 meters, and the total volume is about 20,000 square meters. The concentration threshold of flour explosion in a closed environment is about 20 grams per square meter. In theory, only 400 kilograms are needed. That is, sixteen bags of flour are enough to reach the explosion threshold, and more than thirty bags have been sprinkled just now!
Although there is only a part of the flour floating in the air, it should be enough.
"All members of the fourth squad, follow me and retreat to the east building immediately!" Yang Deyu quickly ordered.
Yang Deyu had seen with his own eyes the destructive power of flour explosions. The scene was really terrifying.
That was five years ago. The 88th Division and the 19th Route Army were fighting against the Japanese in Shanghai. When they were attacking a flour mill in Baziqiao, a small group of Japanese soldiers were desperate and detonated the flour in the warehouse. In an instant, The dazzling red light swallowed up the entire factory area, and an entire half of the company was instantly scorched.
Yang Deyu survived by chance, but suffered burns all over his body.
A dozen or so motley crew from Squad Four quickly retreated to the east building.
Yang Deyu turned back to the west building and said to Yan Yan, "You should withdraw too."
Judging from Yang Deyu's tone, he planned to stay and light the fire. He was such a man. Even though he knew that staying would lead to a narrow escape, he still chose to stay without hesitation.
But how could Yan Yan agree? He is the living king of hell.
At that moment, Yan Yan smiled and said, "Platoon leader Yang, don't worry about me. I'm good at this job."
Seeing Yan Yan's confident look, Yang Deyu did not insist on his opinion.
But before leaving, Yang Deyu couldn't help but ask: "How did you get in? I just checked the waterway. The iron fence is intact, and the lift motor is broken. Ordinarily, it is impossible for you to get in. Also , who are you? Why are you here?"
Yan Jun smiled lightly and said, "What do you think?"
It’s not that I don’t want to say it, it’s just that I really can’t.
How do you tell others about time travel?
Yang Deyu's face turned dark instantly, and he didn't say anything about being pulled down.
