Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 73 Is this trying to force you with your life?
The four-line warehouse building is of course the most conspicuous and the most concerned.

Although a lot of potholes were blasted out on the walls on the left and right sides and large black groups were smoked out by gunpowder smoke, they still remained intact.

Relatively speaking, the front is much more miserable. The first floor was blasted with two gaps up to three or four meters wide. From the side, it looked like two terrifying wounds had been torn out from the face of a giant.

Several of the windows that were piled up to the height of one person by the sandbag fortifications were completely blasted open, and some soldiers were busy re-stacking the sandbags.

There may be some damage and casualties, but the building is still standing, and the defenders are still there. Whether it is optimistic or not, as long as it is a Chinese, the hanging heart is solid.

The Chinese defenders are no big deal, and the Japanese army on the attacking side should probably have fallen into nothing!This may be the most normal psychology.

But even with this psychological foundation, it is like a stage where the curtain is opened. The miserable Japanese army on the battlefield still dazzles everyone's eyes.

The burning tanks in the distance continued to burst and muffled, and from time to time flames rushed out of the heights of several people. It should be the explosion of stored bullets or artillery shells due to the burning of flames.

However, the large steel bonfire is just a corner of the tragic picture of the Japanese army.

On the front of the warehouse, although the Japanese soldiers in yellow military uniforms can't be said to have corpses in the wild, there are never hundreds of corpses, especially if they are only more than 20 meters away from the warehouse, they are lying in various places.

Some are completely silent, and some are still twitching unconsciously, not screaming loudly, that is because there are almost no minor injuries.

The inaudible moan of pain quietly dissipated in the autumn wind after passing a distance of [-] meters.

Undoubtedly, this is a big win!
After a brief silence.

The people on the shore burst into cheers, and shocked the telescopes on the roofs and balconies in the distance.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that the Japanese army, which sent nearly a thousand infantry and ten tanks to help out, would suffer such a big defeat. This level of loss is no longer a bloodbath. Here comes a 'monkey pinches a peach'.

Rao is the brigadier general of the Empire of Never Set Sun, who has made accurate predictions, but at this time, he also looked surprised and didn't say a word for a long time.

Colonel James glanced at the battlefield in disbelief for a long while before he uttered a sentence: "How did the Japanese win this battle?"

Yes, although the situation of the war was far beyond the Western colonel's expectations, the arrogance in his bones was still difficult for him to admit his mistake of underestimating the Chinese, and he could only blame the tragic defeat of the Japanese army on themselves.

The inherent impression of a nation's frailty formed over hundreds of years is naturally difficult to reverse by this battle alone.

Then use two or three or more to solve it!
Except for the little butterfly who came through, no one knew that China's Great Patriotic War would last for eight years.

Pingjin and Songhu are just the beginning.

The black-robed man had already put down his drumstick and looked at the battlefield, his thin and cold face showing imperceptible excitement.

A man in a black suit stood aloft and announced loudly:
"Old and young gentlemen, listen carefully, to celebrate the boss's repelling of the Japanese pirates, one of the present is counted as one, and our boss will pay for each person to distribute two vegetable cakes and a bowl of thick porridge.

Also, as long as everyone doesn't leave, our boss will take care of the three meals a day during this battle. "

The crowd suddenly boiled.

Although the officers on the opposite side are very good at beating the devils, but people are iron rice and steel, and there is no food in their stomachs, and they can't shout no, no, someone came to give food to tens of thousands of people, which can be regarded as the most fundamental solution. problem.

That is, don't look at the fact that each meal is two vegetable cakes and a bowl of porridge. Three meals a day for nearly [-] people still cost a lot of money, especially now that there is a shortage of materials during the war and prices are soaring. Who has such a wealth of money? Financial resources, dare to bear it alone?
"Is that the old man in black who beat the drums?"

"It's Boss Zhu from Fuping Buzhuang! I think he's very generous."

"No, it must be the lady He who delivered porridge some time ago!"

There are all kinds of guesses.

Perhaps, only Yue Changqing, who looked at the old man in black robe and dropped the drumstick, looked at each other with a smile, and knew exactly who did this kind deed.

The black suit had been no more than five meters away from him, and it was only after he got his wink that he turned his head and walked towards the heights.

Inadvertently glanced at the remaining few women looking respectfully at the back of the street corner surrounded by two entourages, Yue Changqing seemed to know who that person was.

Surprise appeared on his face, but he suddenly understood a truth: Sure enough, there is no absolute good or bad in this world, and people are all multi-faceted creatures.

The battlefield was silent, but the war was not over.

The severely damaged Japanese army did not retaliate by shelling, perhaps because there were wounded Japanese soldiers in a pool of blood in front of the warehouse building. Even when a Chinese soldier strode out of the building with a rifle, no gunshots sounded.

Because no one knows what he wants to do.

Clean up the battlefield?Is it too little to come out alone?

And it is not safe to come out in this posture at this time, not to mention the Japanese heavy machine guns 500 meters away, and the Japanese cold shooters who are still lying in the ruins can kill him at any time.

At least five Japanese officers looked at the Chinese soldier who took the initiative to walk out of the bunker through the binoculars, with anger in their eyes, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the thought of ordering to kill him on the spot.

They also want to know the intention of the Chinese.

Not to mention that the Japanese army didn't know, the lieutenant colonel's brows in the warehouse were also deeply wrinkled, and Lei Xiong's boss who had withdrawn to the warehouse opened his mouth: "Is Tang Dao crazy?"

Maybe only the officers and soldiers on the first floor knew about what Tang Dao was going to do. He just told Lao Hei: Do you want to see how the Japanese cry?

Then, when the battle subsided, Tang Dao walked out with his rifle.

In the range of the heavy machine guns of the Japanese army, standing among the piles of dead Japanese soldiers in front of the warehouse, Tang Dao glanced left and right, and roared coldly in Japanese.

Or Leng Feng, who knows a little bit of Japanese, translates it to the big guy. The main idea is: "Why, the dignified Imperial Japanese Army is already so cowardly? Your enemies are already standing in front of you, and you only dare to lie on the ground and pretend to be Die pretending to be a corpse? If this is your way of showing submission, stand up and I can let you go."

There are still Japanese soldiers playing dead?Everyone was shocked, and they pulled the gun bolts and aimed at the corpses in the field.

"If not, then stand up and fight like a samurai, I will give you a fair chance, kill me, and go back like you."

As Tang Dao continued to stimulate in Japanese, in the large pool of blood, some Japanese soldiers stood up, and some overthrew the corpse covering their bodies and lay down.

A total of four Japanese soldiers with pale faces stood up from the battlefield in front of the warehouse with their rifles in hand.

Four loaded rifles were aimed at Tang Dao, and at the same time, they were also targeted by dozens or even hundreds of guns.

Although the Japanese infantrymen who wanted to escape the disaster by pretending to be dead were pierced, although their calves were twisting, the palms of the Chinese soldiers who witnessed this scene were also full of sweat.

No one knows how Tang Dao feels at the moment, just as no one knows why he wants to go out.

If you say that you use your life to pretend to force, then this force can be too big, and it's not worth it at all.

Perhaps, Lei Xiong, who had sobered up from the surprise, already knew what he was going to do, and his eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)