Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 107 A life-threatening war of attrition! (Ask for tickets on Monday, all kinds of tickets!)
The first tactical intention should be the core of today's battle. There is nothing wrong with covering the engineers digging tunnels.

But the second so-called fire cover for the infantry is naturally the prelude to the storm.

And storming, through yesterday's battle, has been proven to be the most stupid tactic, why is this one still stubbornly using it?

Reminiscent of this person's positioning of the Chinese army's logistics and supplies just now, the Japanese army's lieutenant Sana still doesn't understand the real reason why this person stubbornly chooses "stupid" tactics.

It is difficult to find that the Chinese who are being attacked have no time to do civil engineering work underground. More importantly, he wants to consume the ammunition reserves of the Chinese.

It's just that, when the Chinese didn't stubbornly use guns to fight consumption, his lord, the captain of the regiment, ruthlessly changed to another way, using the lives of soldiers.

The Chinese, however, had to fight.

inside the warehouse.

As the artillery fire of the Japanese army weakened and became stronger, the hearts of the officers and soldiers also rose and fell.

The strength of the firepower of the Japanese army covering the building was nothing to this group of soldiers whose nerves had become more and more tough.

Not to mention them, even the ordinary people on the opposite side were a little numb from the stubborn shelling of the Japanese army. Now they should eat and drink, and they are no longer as nervous as yesterday.

What they were nervous about was the gamble played by the platoon leader Tang.

This morning, I forced Little Japan to become generous like crazy. The shells just bombarded for more than two hours as if they didn't need money.

However, what made the officers and soldiers even more painful was that judging by the intensity of the artillery fire, there was no intention of stopping at all, until the old abacus, who was holding a watch seized from a Japanese second lieutenant who attacked the warehouse, announced that it had been more than three hours.

The warehouse was full of howling ghosts and howling wolves.

They were taken over by Tang's platoon leader, big and small, and all the bets against him here lost.

Can you feel bad!That's all money for hard work!There are four or five yuan more, and one or two yuan less. If there is a chance to send it back, it will be enough for the family for half a year!
Looking helplessly at the platoon leader Tang, Shi Shiran took back from the gambling table the exquisite pen given by the beautiful reporter with a smile on his face, and then looked at the sneaky smiles of a few guys who didn't bet, headed by veteran Youzi. It can be seen that many people are blessed with deep hearts and sympathy. The commander has already expected that the Japanese army will go crazy today, and he deliberately came to cheat them of money!
It's so poisonous!Even the money of people who are about to die is cheated.

However, admit defeat, who made them not have the ability to predict like a god!You guys have nothing to say.

Even Lieutenant Leng Feng, who couldn't bear it and threw a piece of money to lose in a bet on Tang Dao, could only smile wryly:
"I said Brother Tang! We all conceded the bet and conceded defeat to you, and we have nothing to say, but how did you judge that the little devil would be so generous, can you tell the big guy? I really am. Strange, could it be that you went to the Japanese camp yesterday to discuss the time with them? Or, you overheard them when they were fighting?"

Leng Feng said this as a joke, Tang Dao had already killed so many Japanese soldiers, even if he wanted to surrender at this moment, the Japanese soldiers who wanted to skin and cramp him would probably not accept it.Who do you think his height of 1.8 meters can hide from anyone!

The officers and soldiers were naturally curious too. Clairvoyance and wind ears are myths, but what the platoon leader said is not impossible. Could it be that this man really overheard the battle meeting of the Japanese army headquarters last night?After all, he was the only one in the entire warehouse who had the experience of sneaking into Japanese positions.

"If I can find their regiment headquarters, why don't I just throw a few grenades in and kill them, and ask the officers to apply for a Blue Sky and White Sun Medal to show me off, and why don't I sit here and play with you?" Tang Dao lazily asked. Throwing out a sentence quickly extinguished the illusions of a group of officers and soldiers who were cheated.

Then he waved his hand, "It's gone, everyone is going to get enough ammunition, the little devil will probably attack first in a short time."

The soldiers were about to disperse, but they heard Tang Dao say: "But! I am in a good mood after winning the money today. All the soldiers in the company, who have been recorded as military exploits, will be rewarded with two dollars in cash.

But only this time, the next time I win money, I will use it all in my pocket to marry my wife. "

"Long live Platoon Leader Tang!"

"Sir, I miss you!"

One of the most happiest things in the world is to find what you lost, and to hold back what you thought you had once lost.

For non-professional gamblers, if they are given another chance to choose, they will definitely say: Give me back the money, I will stop playing.

The soldiers didn't bite Tang Dao's face hard, that was the result of their extreme restraint, and the huge cheers even surpassed the rumbling cannons that were still ringing outside.

Only Leng Feng seemed to have heard the different meaning in Tang Dao's words, with a mournful face: "The soldiers have rewards, what about the officers?"

"Officer? Are you short of this little money? Just use the money to give benefits to the brothers." Tang Dao ruthlessly extinguished Leng Lieutenant's fantasy.

The piece of ocean he left behind is destined to become a 'providence fund'!
"No!" Leng Feng's flesh was in great pain, that was the only piece on his body, and the rest had been given out to the soldiers before the battle to boost morale.

But his wailing was obviously useless in the face of Tang Dao's 'coldness'. With Tang Dao's wink, a row of soldiers who rushed over laughed and held up the platoon leader who was not reconciled to him, and let the platoon leader go again. After making a fuss for a while, what if the platoon leader Tang regretted not giving out the reward?

The fourth floor of the warehouse.

The lieutenant colonel, who had been standing behind the lookout hole and observing the battlefield carefully, also heard the report from the communications soldiers on the second floor with laughter and laughter. A faint smile appeared on his serious face, and only a trace of imperceptible melancholy appeared in his eyes.

Perhaps many people don't understand Tang Dao's playful style on the second floor that doesn't match the atmosphere of the battlefield, but he guessed some of his intentions. However, no matter how good such a group of soldiers who fear life and death become, they can how?
Do they still have a future to unite and fight against the Japanese army?

"Regimental Deputy, the infantry of the Japanese army has started to move!" Yang Ruifu put down his binoculars and pointed into the distance, disrupting the slightly sad thoughts of the lieutenant colonel.

"Order each company to fire after the Japanese infantry reach the specified distance according to the previous arrangement, especially the machine gun company Lei Xiong, tell him to pay attention to saving ammunition and not to use machine guns for non-critical targets." The lieutenant colonel calmed down and took the gun again He picked up the binoculars to observe the blurred figure with pupils in the distance covered by the thick gunpowder smoke, and gave orders.

After more than 3 hours of artillery coverage, at 10:28 in the morning, the Japanese army finally opened the prelude to the bloody battlefield on October [-].

The five 89-type tanks and 3 94-type tanks that appeared on the battlefield, a total of 8 steel behemoths, showed the determination of the Japanese army.

Moreover, the Japanese tanks should also be prepared to deal with the biggest threat to them, machine gun fire. The fronts of the five Type 89 tanks are stacked with two layers of sandbags fixed with ropes.

Although this method is a bit foolish, and it is embarrassing for the imperial armored cavalry to be armed with sandbags, but if it can reduce the terrible kinetic energy of the cannon shells, it will undoubtedly be a success.

The Japanese armored soldiers whose pride has long been trampled down to humbleness are now the first to survive, and their face counts as a ball!

(End of this chapter)