Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 343 Painful and Ironic

But perhaps what made this infantry squad that was massacred by the 'demon' even sadder was that their deaths were not as important as they thought.

They are just an introduction.

An introduction made with death.

Just like earthworms in the ground, they are dug out by fishermen and used as bait on the hook. The ultimate goal of fishermen is fish.

Big fish!

"Nani is shooting?" Kingoro Hashimoto, the captain of the 13th Infantry Regiment of the Japanese Army, who was awakened by the sound of gunfire and explosions, rolled off the simple camp bed and asked angrily.

The Japanese commander did not step out of the headquarters to watch the pitch-black battlefield. Years of service in the army told him that the sound of the explosion seemed not far from his headquarters, which instinctively made him aware of the danger.

During daytime battles, there were not a few Chinese who hid in the dark and played cold shots. Many lieutenants and sergeants became their key targets, resulting in a sharp increase in battle losses, so that officers above the second lieutenant had to give up the lighter Southern Fourteenth Instead of a pistol, he took a heavy [-] rifle.

Naturally, he would not foolishly go out and become the enemy's target.

This is because the Japanese Colonel didn't know that His Excellency, the head of the division, had actually committed a fool. He spent his whole life in the sunset of the ancient city, and his ambition was unrewarded!It's just that no one toasted him, and it should have hardened by now.

"Your Excellency, it seems to be from the second line of defense in the west, where there is an infantry squad of the 4th Infantry Brigade." A captain rushed into the headquarters to report to the frightened Japanese Colonel.

"But the problem doesn't seem to be too big. The explosions caused by gunfire and grenades are not intense. Presumably they should have solved the small-scale enemy army lurking in."

"No, there must be no negligence in such a war situation. Send someone to ask what's going on. If there are Chinese people who were killed, bring their bodies here. I will dig out the courage of these bold Chinese people. Let's see if their gall is really that big." Hashimoto Kingoro's face was solemn, but his eyes were shining with a ferocious light.

It was not because he was annoyed by disturbing his short sleep, but because the tenacity of the Chinese broke his heart, the captain of the most elite infantry regiment of the Sixth Division.

The so-called elite troops must become the sharpest swords of the commander when encountering difficult battles. This is the practice and my own awareness.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the iron plate of the Chinese would be so hard that even the sharpest sword of the Sixth Division was cut off.

Nearly all of the Sixth Infantry Battalion was destroyed, and the 4th and 5th Infantry Battalion also lost nearly one-third of the battle in the two-day battle. So he can still be the number one commander on the front line, that is purely Tokutaro Sakai giving him face.

The bad breath in the chest is hard to vent, only the Chinese, even if it is just a few corpses.

At this moment, the devilish thoughts are already spreading and growing in the butcher's heart like weeds in spring.

"Hi!" The squadron leader of the wing guard squadron responsible for guarding the front-line headquarters bowed his head and led the order.

After venting his anger, the Japanese commander could no longer fall asleep, and could only sit on his little vest and carefully watch the map, which was the crystallization of the wisdom of the imperial intelligence agency for many years.

The situation around Songjiang City is marked even if it is a small river, but unfortunately, the description and planning of Songjiang Town is a bit crude, it is just a few main streets that divide Songjiang City into several regular urban areas.

Thinking about it, no one thought that a tiny place would become a hindrance to the imperial army.

In fact, what troubled Hashimoto Shingoro was not the intricate topography in Matsue City, but the stubbornness of the Chinese people so that he could only look sideways.

On the relatively flat North China battlefield, all the tenacity of the Chinese was blown to pieces by the cannons carried by the regiments or divisions. The poor small-caliber mortars they equipped, except for causing some damage to the infantry, could not kill the infantry. Useless.

But here, the mortar has become the sharpest firearm.

Sufficient willpower and sufficiently sharp firearms led the Chinese to firmly hold the defense line in the city. Although it was crumbling under the countless impacts of imperial soldiers, it miraculously held on.

What would the empire do if the Chinese held on to every city like this?Can the planes and artillery of the empire blow up every city into powder?

That is obviously impossible.

There has never been a precedent in the world for destroying a city solely by artillery fire.

On this point, the Japanese Army Colonel was very clear.Not to mention the semi-mechanized Japanese army now, even in 90 years, the American cowboys armed with missiles to the teeth will not be able to do it. If they want to conquer a city, they will eventually have to rely on infantry.

When human beings are weak, a cold may kill them, but when they are tenacious, even after dozens of days or even months of bombing, they can still shoot revenge bullets in the corners of the ruins.

Of course, the Japanese Colonel may not have thought that his country and nation would become the first precedent in the world to be conquered by two 'big fat man' bombs.

In the future, once the sword of Damocles hangs above the human head falls, no matter how tough the will will be, it will become ashes, together with the city.

From the day humans create this technology, they face the danger of returning to primitive society, which is not in the category of ordinary gunpowder-type thermal weapons.

The contemplation of the Japanese army commander did not last long. After 6 minutes, the Japanese army captain ran into the headquarters with a look of panic on his face and reported: "Your Excellency, we need to transfer back to the squadron directly under us to strengthen the defense of the headquarters. The first line of defense was really infiltrated by the Chinese, and most of the infantry squad was broken, only one survived."

"Nani?" The Japanese Colonel suddenly stood up, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Where is the surviving soldier? Let him come to the command post. I will ask him personally."

"Hi! He's outside."

"Wait, has his identity been checked?"

"It's been verified! It's a private under the Hashida Squadron of the 4th Infantry Battalion."

"Let him in, and everyone else be on guard!" Hearing this, the Japanese Colonel waved his direct squadron leader out.

The person who walked in was tall, half a head taller than the Japanese Colonel who was only 1.6 meters tall, which surprised the Japanese Colonel who had to look up at him for no reason.

But being tall is not the main reason.

Although such a burly figure is rare in the Japanese army, it is not true that there is no such thing as a sudden mutation of the short-legged gene!

Anyway, the Japanese have never felt that there is any problem with their height, that is, the Westerners have spent too long drinking blood to grow into that gorilla.

Rather, although there was no trace of blood on the military uniform of this senior soldier, a strong smell of blood kept rushing into the nostrils of the Japanese commander.

This guy has killed people, and killed many people.

However, after killing so many people, why does his military uniform only contain gunpowder smoke and dust?

His eyes suddenly became fierce, and his hand quietly touched the command knife hanging on his waist: "Soldier, report your establishment!"

Tang Dao, who was wearing the uniform of a Japanese soldier, showed a smile: "Your Excellency, since you are ready to draw your sword, do you still need to know so clearly?"

"Chinese?" Hashimoto Kingoro was terrified.

What frightened him was not the Chinese themselves, but the confidence and calmness of their opponents.

He must have been unarmed to be able to get here through the interrogation of the guards, but he has a pistol and a command knife, but he dared to confess his identity when he first became suspicious.

If such a person is not a lunatic, there is only one possibility.

He is strong.

Just like the strong smell of blood on his body, it should belong to his opponent.

Perhaps, most of the so-called Jade Broken Squad should have died, and that was his masterpiece. He just used this reason to get close to the tightly guarded headquarters.

His goal is himself.

In the blink of an eye, Kingoro Hashimoto's brain was running at a high speed, and he guessed the facts almost exactly.

"Come" the Japanese army chief who tried his best to pull out his commanding knife roared loudly, and was greeted by a fist the size of a bowl.

What it was like to be in the town of Guanxi under the jurisdiction of Lu Ti, the Japanese commander who has seen the Water Margin should have experienced it.

The bridge of the nose was directly broken, not to mention the front teeth were smashed out.

As for the knife that was just drawn, it goes without saying that it directly became Tang Dao's trophy.

The pain on the face had just arisen, and Tang Dao whipped his leg on the arm of the Japanese soldier who raised his arm subconsciously.

The military boots with iron nails directly broke the arm bone.

The Colonel of the Japanese Army, who once condoned soldiers to massacre thousands of people, probably never dreamed that one day he would be tortured and killed in his headquarters.

Moreover, he is still a Chinese.

But outside the house, there were still more than [-] guards who were watching the darkness vigilantly with wide-eyed eyes.

This is a more painful and ironic fact.

(End of this chapter)