Yan Yan woke up and found that Zhu Shengzhong and several Central Army veterans from the 1st squad were tinkering with his two plastic steel boxes. He accidentally lit up the electronic lock screen and immediately took a few steps back in fright.
"What are you doing?" Yan Yan immediately shouted.
Only severe fingerprints can open these two boxes.
In addition to fingerprint unlocking, it cannot be opened even with explosives.
Because the material of the box is graphene, the strongest material.
So Yan Yan was not worried that Zhu Shengzhong and the others would damage the box.
However, the habit of looking through other people's things cannot be tolerated and must be stopped.
"Uh, are you awake?" Zhu Shengzhong said shamelessly, "Brother Yan, how many good guns do you have in this box? Take them out and take a look."
"No, if it breaks, I won't be able to pay you even if I sell it." Yan Yan flatly refused.
Guns like the Barrett and FAL are fine, but precision instruments like low-light night vision devices can easily be broken if Zhu Shengzhong and the others don't understand them, and there will be no place to repair them.
The most important thing is that they don't have the ability to protect themselves yet.
Just a reinforced platoon is really unable to withstand the pincer attacks of the Japanese and Western Japanese.
"You can't even look at it? You're stingy." Zhu Shengzhong immediately grimaced.
If it were anyone else, Zhu Shengzhong would probably turn against him based on his violent temper.
But Zhu Shengzhong didn't dare to deal with Yan Yan, because Yan Yan was really capable.
"Brother Yan, pancakes." The child soldier handed two pancakes smeared with soybean paste to Yan.
Yan Yan took the pancake, touched the back of the child soldier's head, and asked, "Child, what's your name?"
Before the child soldier could answer, Zhu Shengzhong rushed to say: "He has no name. We picked him up on the battlefield. Because he only remembers that he is from Huangpao Mountain and can sing opera, so we call him Xiao Huangpao."
"You can also sing? What kind of opera do you sing?" Yan Yan asked in surprise.
"Shadow play, but I only learned a little bit." Xiao Huangpao said sadly.
Zhu Shengzhong sighed and took over the conversation: "Xiao Huangpao followed his father and his uncle to sing operas everywhere in Shanghai. Later, the Japs invaded Shanghai. Both his father and his uncle were beaten to death by the Japs. He was young and was killed by them. I only escaped death with my uncle under me, and when we were withdrawing from Zhabei Railway Station, we happened to see him crawling out of the pile of dead people."
His stern expression froze, and he asked sadly: "Do you have any relatives in your hometown?"
Xiao Huangpao obviously lacked memory of his hometown, shook his head and said: "I don't know."
Yan Yan was in deep mourning. This was probably another war orphan whose family had been destroyed.
During the thirteen years of the War of Resistance, the Japanese caused too many crimes to China. This was a blood feud.
So forgive the devil? If they don't exist, there is only one word for the Japanese devils: kill!
At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded from the opposite side of the ruins: "Flute! Flute, flute, flute..."
Yang Deyu quickly went down to the second floor and said solemnly: "Brother, the Japanese are about to attack again, and this attack is different from the previous ones. You still have time to leave now."
Yan Yan just smiled when he heard this. He didn't want to be a deserter.
"So what about the general attack?" Zhu Shengzhong sneered, "If you come one, I will kill one, if two come, I will kill both!"
After saying that, before Yang Deyu could reply, Zhu Shengzhong shouted again: "Brothers from Class 1, listen up, guard all the gaps in the Western Wall for me, don't let a Japanese come near!"
"Yes!" More than a dozen Central Army troops responded loudly.
"Wait a minute!" Yan Yan immediately shouted, "No one is allowed to approach the gap in the west wall, let alone show their head. The Japs' marksmanship is not bad. If you reach the gap, do you think you won't die quickly enough?"
At night, the rigor of having night vision goggles can easily achieve a one-sided massacre of little devils.
But during the day, the opportunities between both sides are equal, and no matter how good the severe marksmanship is, it is in vain, because the distance between the two sides' front lines is only about a hundred meters.
At such a close distance, the enemy can easily hit.
What's more, the Japs still have an absolute advantage in firepower.
Therefore, Yan Yan would never be so stupid as to stand in the gap and engage in a head-on firefight with the Japanese in broad daylight.
As a commander, I strictly would not allow the officers and soldiers of the 1st platoon to make such unnecessary sacrifices.
"If you don't defend the gap?" Zhu Shengzhong asked with a frown, "What if the Japanese attack from the gap?"
"Send people to keep an eye on it. Although it is unlikely that the Japanese will attack through the gap with ladders and ants, if the Japanese do come, they can use grenades to blow them up, and they can also use gasoline and diesel to burn them." Speaking of this meal, Yan Yan glared at Zhu Shengzhong and yelled, "You have the nerve to call yourself a veteran? You want me to teach you such a simple tactic, huh?"
"Yes, yes, you know a lot, you have a flexible mind, right?"
Zhu Shengzhong looked a little angry, but actually he felt very kind inside.
It seemed that only by severely scolding him could he truly be treated as one of his own.
"It's a shame." Yan Yan imitated a Hubei swear word, then turned to ask Yang Deyu, "Old Yang, how did you complete the task I assigned you last night?"
"Watch your words." Yang Deyu frowned.
Yang Deyu obviously still needs an adaptation process. After all, he is a dignified platoon leader of the Central Army.
"Okay, okay, suggestions." Yan Yan shook his head and smiled, "How have you adopted my suggestions?"
Yang Deyu snorted lightly, and then said with a straight face: "More than a thousand bales of cotton have been prepared. The 4th squad and the machine gun squad have also been merged into the machine gun squad, and the two flat-firing cannons and a heavy machine gun of the machine gun squad have been merged. More than 500 landmines were deployed in the three windows on the westernmost side, as well as in the Guangfu Road section outside the west building!"
…
After dawn, the rooftop of the Bank of China Building became lively again.
Western military observers such as Lotov and war reporters such as Sophia entered the observation position on the west side one after another, and observed the Bank of Communications warehouse about 200 meters ahead through telescopes.
"Oh, Maigao, the Japanese army has gathered so many troops?"
"Well, I just did a rough count and there is at least one squadron."
"In addition to infantry, the Japanese army even prepared more than ten Type 95 tanks."
"It seems that the Japanese army is determined to launch a final general attack on Sihang Warehouse." A British officer holding a big pipe turned around and asked with a smile, "Lotov, do you still think the national army can hold Sihang Warehouse? "
"Yes, I think so." Lotov nodded, "At least there is no problem today."
"Oh? Then let's wait and see." The British officer smiled and said no more.
…
Zhang Baiting, chief of staff of the 88th Division, also appeared on the rooftop of the Asia Hotel diagonally opposite.
Last night, Zhang Baiting had already returned to Huxi, but he was called back to Nanshi by SH Mayor Yu Hongjie. After the two met, they rushed to the Asia Hotel.
Hurrying slowly, the two finally arrived at the Asia Hotel before the Japanese army launched a general attack.
The Asia Hotel only has three floors, and is separated from the Bank of Communications warehouse by the Suzhou River.
Therefore, it is dangerous to watch the battle on the rooftop of the Asia Hotel, as it is easy to be accidentally injured by stray bullets.
Seeing the Japanese troops getting ready for a general attack, everyone in Zhangbaiting was confused: "Mayor Yu, what's going on? Hasn't the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment withdrew? Why are they still fighting?"
Yu Hongjie said angrily: "Chief of Staff Zhang, what else do I want to ask you?"
Yu Hongjie was also full of bitterness. He received a call from Bao Daizhen, the general manager of the public concession, at about three in the morning. Bao Daizhen scolded him on the phone.
"I didn't agree that we would all evacuate at zero hour, but why did you still leave one platoon behind?"
"Chief of Staff Zhang, do you know that you are making things difficult for us by doing this? Forget it for others, but foreigners are not easy to mess with. Bao Daizhen, the general director of the concession, has already put down his harsh words. If the Japanese army retaliates because of your 88th Division's willful actions, , the national government will be responsible for all consequences arising therefrom!”
Zhang Baiting wanted to refute, but he swallowed the words back.
The same quarrel has happened countless times between him and Yu Hongjie. Another quarrel will not produce new results. Neither Yu Hongjie nor the government has the ability to change foreigners.
Even the leaders of the government want to admire Master Yang's breath.
While the two were arguing, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded from below.
Looking down, I saw a group of red-headed men with short sticks rushing down South Suzhou Road. They were driving away the concession people gathered on the street with batons. If the people hesitated for a moment, they would be beaten immediately.
Zhang Baiting immediately said: "Mayor Yu, if you have any questions, we'll talk about it later."
Yu Hongjie nodded silently, and now he can only wait until the fight is over.
