When Shimomura was committing hara-kiri, Yan Yan and Xie Jinyuan also came to the Bank of Communications warehouse.
When passing through the ruins in the middle, I saw many corpses of Japanese soldiers still smoking.
The air was filled with a strong smell of burnt leather, the smell of burnt leather.
Thousands of people gathered again on South Suzhou Road on the other side of the Suzhou River, and some even shouted at them with loudspeakers.
Good guy, it’s more lively than watching a social opera during the Chinese New Year.
In a word, the Chinese people have been suppressed for too long and are frustrated.
So when we catch some happy events, we eat dumplings as a Chinese New Year. Many people drive boats to the north bank to send condolences, and farmers send fresh fruit.
Mainly radish, cabbage, leek, soybean sprouts, oranges, persimmons and pears.
The Songhu Independent Group has not stopped eating in the past few days, and the food is really good.
When Yan Jun and Xie Jinyuan walked into the lobby on the first floor of the Bank of Communications, all the officers and soldiers of the 2nd Battalion, except for the sentries who stayed on the rooftop and in the ruins outside, were assembled, including dozens of seriously injured people lying on stretchers waiting to be sent to the hospital.
In addition, dozens of bodies are placed in front of the hall.
War is cruel, and it will not be merciful to you just because you are a righteous party.
The outdoor battles involved the severe use of drones to carry out dimensionality reduction strikes, resulting in minimal casualties for the 2nd Battalion, but the battle inside the Bank of Communications warehouse had to rely on the 2nd Battalion to fight for their lives.
Fighting from the first floor to the third floor of the Bank of Communications warehouse, the first echelon suffered almost all casualties.
Zhu Shengzhong and Wang Zhongyun were the only two who were completely beheaded, and the remaining more than seventy people were either dead or injured.
This kind of face-to-face fighting has no tricks, and the impact of weapons and equipment is minimal. Therefore, the battle loss ratio between the Chinese army and the Japanese army is almost one to one.
This is almost the real combat power comparison between the Chinese army and the Japanese army.
The cliff-like decline in the combat effectiveness of the national army occurred after the Battle of Songhu and especially the Battle of Nanjing, due to the loss of a large number of veterans.
Seeing that the 2nd Battalion had suffered more than 70 casualties, Yan Yan was heartbroken.
But no matter how distressed you are, there is nothing you can do, because this casualty is basically unavoidable, and street fighting can be said to be the fairest way to fight.
"All of them, hats off!"
"Send farewell to the brother who took the first step!"
Following Yang Deyu's low roar, everyone, including Xie Jinyuan and Yan Yan, took off their military hats and paid silent tribute to the fallen Pao Ze.
Immediately, more than 30 bodies were stacked together and cremated.
There is no condition for burial. It can only be cremated, and then the ashes are stored. If there is a chance in the future, the ashes can be buried in the hometown.
More than 40 seriously injured people were also sent to the concession hospital.
After arranging these, Xie Jinyuan and Yan Yan were in the mood to check the captured trophies.
"Captain, this is the saber of Takeshita Yifeng, the captain of the Japanese Zhabei detachment." Zhu Shengzhong handed a saber to Xie Jinyuan.
Xie Jinyuan took the saber and pulled it out with a clang.
A refreshing chill instantly emerged from the blade, causing his facial muscles to ache slightly.
"What a knife!" Xie Jinyuan praised, "The quality of the Japs' sabers is really good."
He said solemnly: "Isn't Ye Daoming coming to Sihang Warehouse to express condolences tomorrow morning? We don't have any gifts, so let's take this as a gift."
"I heard that Chairman Ye is very collectible. I think he will also like this gift very much." Xie Jinyuan nodded happily.
At this time, Yang Deyu pointed at the mountain of Japanese firearms piled up in the corner of the hall and asked: "Regiment Commander, Chief of Staff, what should we do with these captured weapons and equipment? We don't need them either."
The Songhu Independent Regiment really doesn't need the Japanese firearms now, because before the main force of the 88th Division retreated, it left an excess of weapons, equipment, and ammunition for the 1st Battalion of the 524th Regiment, including 4 heavy machine guns, 24 light machine guns, and more than 300 rifles. More than 120,000 rounds of ammunition.
There are also thousands of mines and artillery shells of various calibers.
So now the Songhu Independent Regiment has no need for the weapons and equipment of the Japs.
"Sell it!" Xie Jinyuan said, "Sell it on the black market in the concession, use it as funds, and then find a way to buy a few more tons of gasoline from the concession."
Tonight's battle made Xie Jinyuan fully realize the power of gasoline Molotov cocktails.
To be honest, Xie Jinyuan really didn't expect the gasoline Molotov cocktail to be so cruel before this. Not to mention the infantry, even tanks were helpless when encountering the gasoline Molotov cocktail. This is simply an artifact for urban street fighting, more powerful than guns and cannons. big.
Therefore, Xie Jinyuan hopes to buy as much gasoline as possible from the concession.
Yan Yan shook his head and said, "It's better to keep it for now. It's useless now, but it doesn't mean it won't be useful in the future. Our Songhu Independent Group will definitely expand in the future."
"That's okay." Xie Jinyuan said immediately, "Just do as the chief of staff said."
"Commander, Chief of Staff, come here and take a look at this." Zhu Shengzhong took Xie Jinyuan and Yan Yan to the southeast corner of the hall. They saw a pit diagonally downwards, and in the deepest part of the pit there was a squirrel. A gasoline barrel protruding into the east wall of the warehouse.
"What the little devils dug was really a gasoline barrel tunnel." Zhu Shengzhong said as he pulled out a small flatbed truck from the gasoline barrel. It was just big enough to accommodate a person lying on it. The devils used this small flatbed truck to get in and out, otherwise they could Can't get in or out.
Pointing to the northeast corner, Zhu Shengzhong said again: "There is another tunnel over there."
Yang Deyu asked Yan Yan: "Chief of Staff, do you want to fill in these two tunnels?"
"Why do we need to fill it up?" He said seriously, "Then we dug and dug two holes in the foundation of the west wall of the Sihang Warehouse to connect the two warehouses. From now on, we can allocate personnel and materials without having to use the surface. .”
"This is a good idea." Xie Jinyuan said happily, "This way, even if it is daytime, we no longer have to worry about Japanese bombings."
Yan Yan asked Yang Deyu again: "Are there any extra gasoline barrels?"
"Yes, there are more at the back, at least more than 300." Yang Deyu said, "The Japanese originally wanted to dig more tunnels, so they prepared a lot of barrels."
Yan Jun said thoughtfully: "Three hundred? It's a bit short."
Xie Jinyuan's expression moved slightly and he said, "Chief of Staff, do you have any other ideas?"
Yan Yan just shook his head and changed the topic: "Captain, count the time and Miss Sophia is almost here. Let's go back."
Before, Sophia called and said she was coming for an interview.
Obviously, this foreign girl is eager to obtain first-hand information about this counterattack, and then publish a detailed battlefield communication before other reporters.
It is estimated that many people will have sleepless nights tonight.
So the listening numbers should be good tomorrow morning.
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However, the jeep driven by Sophia was still blocked on the South Suzhou Road.
However, this foreign girl was not too anxious. Instead, she took out her camera and stared at the people marching outside the car window and pressed the shutter continuously.
The people who were marching suddenly became more and more excited when they saw someone taking photos.
Especially the young students in the crowd sang loudly.
What he sang was the March of the Volunteers, the theme song of the movie "Children of the Storm" released two years ago. This song is very popular in Songhu.
"stand up!"
"People who don't want to be slaves!"
"Use our flesh and blood to build our new Great Wall!"
"The Chinese nation is at its most critical moment, and everyone is forced to make one last roar..."
At first only a few students sang, and then more and more people sang along.
By the end, almost all the people were singing the march of the volunteers.
Looking at the young and old faces outside the car window, Sophia was touched. She immediately put down the camera and took out her notebook and pen.
From these Chinese people, I seem to feel that a sleeping ancient nation is slowly awakening. The Chinese nation once had an extremely glorious ancient history and was one of the four most glorious native civilizations in the world.
But in modern times, this ancient oriental nation seems to have fallen asleep, becoming numb, dull and rigid, and no longer has the vitality it once had.
However, at this moment, on the road to South Suzhou, I felt the vitality of this ancient nation from these Chinese people. Yes, it is awakening.
The Japanese had a powerful enemy they could not afford to offend.
At some point in the future, the human race will pay an unimaginable heavy price for today's arrogance. I am very sure of this.
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