Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 142 Three-sided attack
Dawn comes.

The Chinese people at the intersection still gathered.

Although they were awakened by the sudden explosion last night and saw that many dark blues had arrived in the concession, which meant that many Chinese soldiers had withdrawn, but the machine guns in the warehouse that were still firing at the Japanese positions showed that there were still soldiers there. own people.

In particular, when the light of dawn came, the flagpole that had been broken was erected high above the warehouse again.

Although it's only two meters high, the military flag is still flying on it!
The national flag that had been blown into rags in the artillery fire was taken out by the lieutenant colonel at night and handed over to the guard squad for safekeeping. It belonged to the 524 regiment's flag, and there was another side for the machine gun company. As the current supreme commander of the warehouse, Tang Dao ordered, Hoist the flag.

He still wants to show the whole of China that the last position in downtown Songhu is still in the hands of Chinese soldiers, even if these soldiers took off their collar badges in the middle of the night.

Of course, declaring sovereignty is only one of them. The most important thing is that Tang Dao wants to stimulate the Japanese army on the opposite side.

It's like a matador constantly waving the red cloth to stimulate the red-eyed bull.

The Japanese army was indeed enraged.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the sky had completely brightened, and the attack began.

Launch an attack from three sides, no longer the main attack and feint.

Because it is a three-sided attack.

The face of Niu Er, who was at the observation post on the top of the building, was a little stiff. In his condescending vision, the Japanese soldiers surrounded on three sides towards the Sixing Warehouse were like ants, densely packed.

The Japanese commander wanted to finish the battle, and in front of an unknown number of Chinese people gathered on the opposite side of the concession, he used thunderous force to crush the defenders in the warehouse, whose strength had dropped sharply, to pieces.

So in this morning's storm, he dispatched 14 infantry squads in one go, 8 squads with about 400 soldiers in the front, and 3 on each side with about 160 soldiers, with a total force of more than 700 troops. Any day for the first four days.

Not only infantry, but two Type 89 tanks piled with more "Turtle Reactive Armor" rushed out of the small alley in Songhu with roaring engines and bloated bodies, acting as a shield for more than 400 Japanese infantry in the front.

When two ground turtle tanks filled with sandbags crossed the trenches of the Japanese army's first line with some difficulty, the usual Japanese artillery coverage began.

As black flowers of death mixed with gorgeous flames bloomed on the huge body of the Sixing Warehouse, the scalp-numbing violent explosion sounded throughout the battlefield, and this offensive and defensive battle, which will be called 1000vs130 in the future, officially began Start playing.

The Chinese people did not cheer this time. Although they are small people, they have no way of knowing what happened last night, nor why their officers and soldiers withdrew, but they know that the number of their defenders has decreased, while the Japanese army has invested crazily More troops.

The two cannons that made the ground tremble a few hundred meters away were no longer the sporadic shots of yesterday, but fired at least ten shells in a row, and the continuous explosions formed a huge sound wave that even It shattered the glass of the building closest to the Sixing Warehouse Concession.

All the Western soldiers in the fortifications of the Western Concession within 200 meters from the Sixing Warehouse had all been withdrawn before the war, and even the barricades that blocked the movement of the people were empty except for the fortifications, horse refusal, and barbed wire.

If you want to reach the Linhe Street directly behind the Sixing Warehouse, there is no obstacle.

However, the constantly rippling water surface of Suzhou Creek reminded everyone that if heavy artillery pierced through the warehouse, it would become a hell on earth.

Everything outside the battlefield is so terrifying, not to mention the four-row warehouse located in the center of the battlefield.

The people were silent, watching the military flag tremble under the artillery fire.

Because, no one knows whether that military flag will fall today.

Led by two 89 tanks, the Japanese infantry left the first-line trench 300 meters away and approached to a position about 200 meters away. The building that was completely suppressed by the artillery fire did not fight back.

It's like a huge beast that has been completely dead, lifeless.

The hearts of the Chinese people are tense, but the hearts of the Japanese soldiers are tense.

In the past, they might have shouted "Onboard" and rushed forward, then searched for the remnants of the enemy, and tasted the joy of victory on the position full of enemy blood.

But the fighting in the past three days has made these Japanese soldiers understand that the Chinese on the opposite side are a group of unbeatable little strongmen, and the more silent they are, the sharper their subsequent counterattack will be.

This time, what kind of counterattack will they come up with?The Japanese army on the battlefield was uncertain, and several Japanese assistant officers in the temporary headquarters of the 500th Infantry Regiment located 36 meters behind were also uncertain.

They all stared at the four-row warehouse trembling under their own artillery fire with binoculars. No one spoke. They were all waiting for the Chinese in the warehouse to counterattack.

However, until the Japanese infantry followed the two tanks and had advanced to 150 meters, even the infantry artillery stopped shelling to avoid accidentally injuring their own infantry, and there was no movement in the warehouse.

Did I think wrong?The rest of the Chinese took advantage of the pre-dawn darkness to swim out of Suzhou Creek?If that's the case, it's really Baga's time to have a drink to celebrate.

The major and lieutenant commanders of the Japanese army, who held the binoculars and never let go, had such ambitions in their hearts at the same time.

Only Jiro Wakibata's face became more and more serious.

Through these few days of fighting, although the Chinese on the opposite side brought him failure and humiliation, he also let him know more about the Chinese army.

Chinese people may be cowardly, and some are greedy for life and afraid of death, but there are also warriors who would rather die than retreat. The group of people in front of him belong to the latter.Since they didn't choose to set foot on the Suzhou Creek Bridge where they could retreat safely, how could they jump into the Suzhou Creek where they could only be slaughtered?
You know, from the moment these Chinese people retreated to the warehouse, the searchlights have been continuously shooting at the surface of Suzhou Creek. Unless they turn into fish and can sneak hundreds of meters, they will inevitably become a floating corpse in the river.

Perhaps they are playing the strategy of getting closer and then attacking, using that kind of submachine gun to kill a large number of their own infantry!Thinking of this, Wakibanjiro felt a pain in the ass.

Shooting at close range, the firepower of a submachine gun can completely suppress at least five soldiers or more of one's own side, but the empire does not have such continuous fire equipment.

If it's okay in field and street battles, at least there are grenadiers to help suppress them, but the opponent is shrunk in such a 'tortoise shell', and the only thing he can do is to rely on superior forces to pile up.

If five to one is not enough, then ten to one is fine.

If not, he would not have sent more than 700 infantry to attack without even probing.

But the Chinese just play their cards so unreasonably.

The cannon fired first, not the gun.

"Dong dong!"

With the familiar muffled sound of machine guns, the warehouse finally opened fire.

The No. 1 machine gun, personally controlled by Cheng Tieshou, the lieutenant and platoon leader of the machine gun company nicknamed "Iron Head", aimed at an 89 tank of the Japanese army from behind the shooting hole carefully dug on the third floor.

This time, instead of bombarding the 89 tank covered in sandbags with mortars, it was direct fire.

At a distance of 150 meters, even if the penetrating kinetic energy of the shell is partially weakened by sandbags, it can still leave a palpitating dent on the armor. For the tankers riding in it, it is definitely a nightmare experience.

It's like you're sitting in a car, and a tiger is slapping its paws on the window outside. You never know when the tiger will slap the window, which is not strong, and then jump in and tear you to pieces.

At least at this moment, Kikuta in the 89 tank in the [-] tank, which was bombarded by machine guns on the sandbag twice in a row and made the front steel plate of the tank "bang bang", had three cao long, that's how it felt.

(End of this chapter)