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Chapter 399 The Sixth Day, Sunny

On the morning of the sixth day, the weather was fine
When the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, the blue sky and white sun flag of the Sixing Warehouse was still flying in the sky, and the warehouse was still in the hands of the Chinese army.

The last ten wounded soldiers gathered on the top floor, and they were tightly united around the national flag. The two wounded soldiers facing the stairs were holding a Czech-style light machine gun in each hand, and one of the wounded soldiers was lowered. With his head down, the muzzle of the gun was facing the stairs, his legs were bloody and his calves were gone, and there was only a pool of blood, countless bullet casings and empty magazines underneath.

On the stairs in front of him, there were more than a dozen corpses of Japanese soldiers lying in a mess. Looking down the stairs, there were countless corpses of Japanese soldiers lying densely on the entire staircase, and even piled up at the corners, making it impossible to pass. come.

"Kick, kick, kick..." Footsteps came from downstairs again, as well as the voice of the Japanese shouting. On the fourth floor, the Japanese were vigorously clearing the corpses blocking the stairs, preparing for the next attack.

"Hey, you idiot, the devil is coming again, prepare to fight!"

A soldier pushed Ersha hard, who was facing the stairs, but Ersha didn't respond at all. He tremblingly stretched his hand under Ersha's nose, and found that Ersha had stopped breathing a long time ago, and his body was trembling. Cool, but Ersha has always maintained a fighting posture.

"The second idiot is here!" Zheng Shijue moved his arm and aimed the pistol at the stairs.

"Battalion Commander, Second Fool died!"

After Zheng Shijue heard it, he was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and then quickly adjusted his mentality: "It's good to sacrifice, to be relieved, hahaha, brothers, our ancestors said that to die on the battlefield Horse leather shroud is the highest honor for a soldier, today we are considered dead on the battlefield, it is worth it, how many devils you killed last night!"

"Battalion Commander, I can't count, dozens of them, devils are like idiots, they charge up one by one, and I'll kill one by one!"

A wounded soldier lying on the side yelled with all his strength. He was covered in wounds, most of which were shrapnel from grenades. This was because the Japanese kept throwing and mortaring grenades on the roof of the building in order to attack at night. caused by bombardment.

On the roof lay the corpses of more than 20 defenders, all of whom died heroically last night. Originally, Zheng Shijue was going to die with the devils when he was on the first floor, but he was forcefully carried up to the top floor by a soldier named Ersha.

On the top floor, these wounded soldiers, using the weapons in their hands, withstood the devil's grenade explosion, repeatedly charged and other dozens of attacks before and after, but still failed to take down the top floor of the Sixing Warehouse.

"Brothers, the devils are about to attack, everyone cheer up, those who can move, those who can't move, get ready with grenades, our 524th regiment has no captured soldiers!"

"it is good!"

All the wounded soldiers who were still alive struggled to straighten their bodies. Some were holding grenades, some were holding pistols, and there was a light machine gun. They all aimed at the stairway, which was about 30 meters away from them. , and the footsteps of the Japanese are getting closer.

At the stairs on the fourth floor, a small group of Japanese soldiers cleaned the stairs, their faces were expressionless. They couldn't figure out what kind of Chinese army they were facing and resisted so tenaciously.

Last night, there were still wounded soldiers on the first floor and the second floor. They fought with the Japanese for most of the night, and finally retreated to the top floor. There were only twenty or thirty wounded Chinese soldiers on the top floor. The first choice of the Japanese military officer was to persuade them to surrender. Without any effect, this group of soldiers would rather die than surrender.

After the persuasion failed, the Japanese launched an attack on the fifth floor. After the first wave of attack was repulsed, the Japanese chose to use grenades, mortars, etc., but they were unsuccessful. As time went by, finally dawn At that time, the Japanese still did not take down the Sixing Warehouse, and the blue sky and white sun flag still did not fall.

"The devil is coming up, fight!"

After Zheng Shijue yelled to hit, he raised his weak arm and pulled the trigger towards the stairs. Now Zheng Shijue couldn't control the recoil of the pistol at all. After firing a shot, he almost fell to the ground due to inertia.

However, he still tenaciously sat up again, and continued to shoot at the Japanese at the stairs, repeating this.

The machine gunner who was facing the stairs, holding the Czech type, facing the stairs, a magazine was quickly emptied, and after a lack of firepower, the Japanese finally rushed to the fifth floor.

"boom!"

Zheng Shijue was shot again, and let out a muffled grunt, but still playing with guns, he raised his own gun and pulled the trigger again at the nearest Japanese soldier.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

After Zheng Shijue finished firing, he was shot four or five times in a row. His arm was slowly hammered down, but his hand was still firmly holding the pistol. His eyes were as wide open as copper bells, staring at the Japanese soldiers in front of him. .

"Little devil, your grandpa is here!"

At this time, a defender who was lying on the other side of the stairs with a corpse suddenly jumped up, holding two grenades in his hand, and rolled directly from the gap and landed in the stairs.

"boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and there was a wail from downstairs. The soldiers charging up the stairs were killed more than a dozen people, and a group of wounded soldiers were also killed.

The gunfire stopped slowly, and there were no wounded on the fifth floor who could shoot. The few surviving wounded soldiers were surrounded by a group of devils in the middle, surrounded by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers.

"Platoon leader, there are only ten devils, which is a bit small!"

A soldier tilted his head, counting the number of Japanese in front of him one by one, and finally said weakly to the seriously injured platoon leader beside him.

"Wait, wait, the devils definitely want us to surrender. If the devils want to check, we will fight them!"

"it is good!"

After the Japanese rushed up to the fifth floor, someone quickly reported the news to an officer who was in command on the fourth floor. After hearing this, the chief slammed the table vigorously: "How many prisoners are there!"

"There are still a few Chinese soldiers who have lost their resistance and are surrounded by us!"

"Yamaguchi-san, you can speak Chinese, please go and recruit these Chinese soldiers to surrender, tell them that as long as they surrender, we can forget the past, and do our best to heal their injuries, and at the same time let them be officials!"

"Yes! But Mr. Miyamoto, do we really want to persuade these Chinese soldiers to surrender? Many warriors in the empire died at their gunpoints. If they are recruited, there may be some in the army..."

Colonel Miyamoto smiled: "Don't worry, the general will take care of these things. This Chinese army has too much influence. We need some captives or surrendered soldiers to promote us. Go, we need captives!"

"Roms!"

The Japanese named Yamaguchi bowed, took two steps back, and walked towards the stairs leading from the fourth floor to the fifth floor. Both sides of the stairs were covered with corpses, which were left by the Japanese when they attacked the fifth floor. Blood After solidification, this not-too-long staircase becomes very slippery, so be careful with every step you take.

And the more you go up, the more slippery the stairs. The blood of the Japanese soldiers who were killed just now and the Japanese soldiers who were killed by the bombing are scattered all over the place. People who are not very psychologically able to bear this stairway feel that they are not going to go. The fifth floor, but walked towards hell.

After Yamaguchi reached the fifth floor, the Japanese surrounding the wounded soldiers gave way to a gap. Yamaguchi walked slowly and saw a group of soldiers covered in wounds and blood. The layer of dust couldn't see their faces clearly.

Most of the people here are very thin, and can even be described as skinny. Yamaguchi could never have imagined that the army soldiers who blocked them for six days and five nights actually looked like this.

According to the thinking of the Japanese soldiers, the defenders in this warehouse are all Chinese troops. They are powerful and well-trained, but now after seeing it with their own eyes, Yamaguchi suddenly became silent and slowly swept over himself. Every Chinese soldier in front of him.

"You are all warriors!" Yamaguchi said slowly in half-baked Chinese.

The wounded soldier, who was still able to move his body, touched his companion lightly: "Hey, this little devil said that we are warriors, and the little devil praised us!"

"Cough cough, this, this little devil, you have no good intentions, cough cough, you have a big mouth, you should not say a few words, cough cough!"

The platoon leader next to him was coughing while talking. He was shot in the abdomen and was bleeding now. He pressed weakly with his left hand, but the blood continued to flow out, but the platoon leader held back , without a cry.

"Our imperial army of Japan admires warriors like you the most. I am here on behalf of the imperial army of Japan. As long as you surrender, we will treat you preferentially and help you heal your wounds. At the same time, we will also let you and your Family reunion!"

Speaking of this, Yamaguchi observed the changes in the expressions of each soldier, hoping to find a breakthrough, but all the wounded soldiers who were still alive looked at him with mocking expressions, and no one wanted to talk to him at all.

Yamaguchi was not angry, but chose to change the way: "We also prepared money for you. You can ask for as much as you need. As long as we have, we can give you. Of course, if you want to be an official, we will give you money." I can also arrange for you to work, and you are definitely at the battalion commander level or above!"

After Dazui heard it, he touched his platoon leader again: "Platoon leader, the devil said that if you give us money, you can still be an official!"

The platoon leader knew Big Mouth's character, so he turned his head and looked over with difficulty: "Do you want to be a running dog?"

"I don't want it! I'll just say it, but this little devil is very funny, and the road to Huangquan won't be too lonely!"

"Nani?"

Yamaguchi can speak Chinese, but he is not an expert in China. He doesn't know what Huangquan Road is, but he can tell that the man opposite him with his wounded abdomen and bleeding is an officer. Slowly squatting down: "This Chinese officer, your courage is worthy of our admiration. You can think about my proposal carefully. I will bandage your wound first. You only have one life. If you don't have it, you will have nothing." Already!"

"Platoon leader, there are almost thirty devils, enough!"

As soon as Yamaguchi finished speaking, he heard a shout, some of whom didn't understand what it meant, and at this moment, Zhang Qiang, the platoon leader of the 524 regiment in front of him, shouted: "Enough!"

"boom!"

　in the afternoon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)