Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 113 The Unaccustomed Goodbye

A major and a lieutenant.

In this way, they returned to the regiment headquarters in the mutual entanglement of "hugging and hugging" in the bloody sunset.

And the two battle reports reported by the two major infantry captains who reported the casualties three times in a row even though they did not directly disobey the order and asked to retreat, just lay alone on the conference table.

The two captains and deputy captains of the 36th Infantry Regiment didn't even look at the battle report that made their eyes bloodshot, but they didn't even look at the battlefield where they were still fighting.

The two consecutive days of fighting have fully proved that the two of them and the three infantry captains under their command are super idiots, let alone the second brother and don't blame the third brother, a full-staffed infantry regiment was tricked by a few cobblers I figured out that only half of the people were left.

The last battle report reported by the two majors was very clear. As of half an hour ago, regardless of the ordinary soldiers, the captain of the captain killed two people in battle, the captain of the lieutenant rank and the deputy of the squadron had four people, and the second lieutenant Not to mention the squad leader, those who are still alive are almost catching up with the squadron leader.

At least a dozen Cao chiefs were promoted to the top of the ranks, which meant that these "lucky ones" were one step closer to death.

This time, it's really a big 'play'.

The two-day casualties were more than the two-month bloody battle in Songhu.

Jiro Wakibata, whose gaze was already a little dull, knew that his end was doomed. Whether he could return to the island to retire safely or not would depend on the level of the engineers and soldiers whom he had always looked down upon.

It had to be done, and he had already paid the price of 700 Imperial Army warrior casualties and emptied a third of the division's current artillery reserves in order to cover up the voices from the ground.

Compared with the two Japanese army officers sitting in the regiment headquarters and weeping their clothes, the Chinese defenders are actually not so happy.

It is gratifying to repel the Japanese army and kill and injure the Japanese invaders in an unknown number of rounds, but casualties are inevitable after all.

In particular, the frontal positions of the warehouses, which were heavily taken care of by infantry artillery, were the hardest hit areas for soldier casualties.

Ten soldiers in three rows and one squad were all standing in the room, with the unfinished gunpowder smoke on their faces, and then washed away by sweat, it was just like a big painted face with one white line and one black line.

But no one cared about this, they all stood straight, looking at their chief and their brother.

The chief is squatting, and the elder brother is lying down.

Tang Dao's hand holding the gun was steady, but when he was squatting in the room and helping Liu Datou, whose body had been completely deformed, to wipe the blood off his sallow face, his hand was trembling slightly.

In the previous and present lives, it was not the first time that Tang Dao had lost his comrade-in-arms. He originally thought that he could face the farewell calmly.

But only when you caress the already cold cheeks of your comrades-in-arms, you will know how much your heart will hurt.

As a veteran who was able to compete with Tang Dao for the position of platoon leader, Liu Datou is extremely rich in both command and combat experience. A veteran who almost already has battlefield intuition, even if he really fought the Japanese invaders to the end, he would still be able to fight. It must be the last group of people who died.

However, he still died, on the battlefield during the second day.

Not because of bad luck, but because of his own choice.

One of the grenades thrown by the crazy Japanese grenades like raindrops even flew over the sandbag fortifications, shot into the warehouse through a gap of only one or two meters, and landed just one meter away from the signal soldier Erya who ran to him to deliver the order.

Before he had time to remind Erya to dodge, the veteran directly opened his arms and lunged sideways, pressing the grenade under his body.

The grenade that was as powerful as a grenade directly blasted Liu Datou's sturdy body up to a height of one meter, his entire chest was shattered, and his body was even distorted.

Sacrifice on the spot.

But his body became the best shield for his comrades-in-arms. Erya was thrown over by the escaping air wave, but nothing serious happened to him, except that he was crying too much.

However, the fighting was fierce at that time, and Tang Dao, who arrived after receiving the notice, immediately appointed the deputy squad leader of the first squad to replace Liu Datou's squad leader, and ordered the soldiers to transfer his body to the rest room.

It wasn't until the Japanese army's offensive was at the end of its strength that I was able to find time to see my comrade-in-arms who had only been with him for two days.

His head, which was originally a circle larger than ordinary people, is now much smaller. This is due to the large decrease in blood. At the moment when the grenade exploded, his originally strong body was completely riddled with holes. The 70.00% blood in the body has reduced his weight by half.

Otherwise, the somewhat thin Erya couldn't carry his body back to the lounge alone.

"Platoon leader, I was the one who killed the big-headed squad leader, I was the one who killed him, woohoo!" Erya, whose eyes were already red and swollen, watched Tang Dao's hand dipped in clear water and white cloth trembling, and couldn't help crying out again Voice.

Accompanied by Erya's grief, the ten soldiers couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Why are you crying! You died for your country with your halberd on the battlefield, why do you need to return the body shrouded in horse leather!" Tang Daotou did not return, his metallic voice was deep and deep. "In the future, if my brothers in the third platoon die in battle, please don't cry again. The battlefield is the place where you don't believe in tears."

"Yes! Platoon leader." Erya nodded heavily with tears in her eyes.

Tang Dao stopped talking and refused the help of other people. He wiped off the dried blood on Liu Datou's face little by little, and then put on a set of second lieutenant's military uniform sent by Leng Feng.

It was the military uniform that Liu Datou dreamed of during his lifetime. He didn't realize it when he was alive, but now he finally realized his dream.

This was not achieved by Tang Dao and Leng Feng, but it was well deserved.

The lieutenant colonel announced the military order from the division headquarters an hour ago, and all officers and soldiers who died in battle will be promoted to a higher rank.

After all, history turned a small corner because of the arrival of Little Butterfly. In the past, the Japanese army had never launched such a decisive attack, and the defenders of the Sixing Warehouse had never been under such great pressure.

The casualties of the Japanese army far exceeded the previous ones, and the casualties of the warehouse also increased geometrically.

Three people were killed in the battle yesterday, and four people were slightly or seriously injured in each of the other companies. Compared with the Japanese army, the losses were almost negligible.

But in today's fierce battle during the day, five soldiers were killed in the first company, and three soldiers were killed in the second and third companies. In addition to the wounded artillerymen of the machine gun company, another eighteen soldiers were injured by shrapnel or ricochets.

The number of casualties has exceeded the total number of casualties counted after the entire defenders of the Time and Space Warehouse retreated to the concession.

History can no longer be used as the only reference.

In Tang Dao's third platoon, only Liu Datou was sacrificed, and he was also the only sergeant squad leader. The other three wounded were all slightly injured, which was considered the least loss among the three infantry platoons.

Leng Feng's platoon suffered the heaviest loss because of his fierce fighting style. Three soldiers were killed and three were seriously injured. At this moment, he is still guarding his position with red eyes, waiting for the soldiers who have retreated 300 meters away. Devils come again.

Tang Dao helped Liu Datou fasten the discipline buckle, and lightly adjusted his well-deserved second lieutenant's collar badge. He finally took a look at his sallow face, covered it with a white cloth, and stood up silently.

Looking back at the soldiers whose faces were painted with sweat, tears, gunpowder smoke, and dust, their eyes were as cold as knives: "Where is the tunnel I asked to dig?"

(End of this chapter)