Sword life

Chapter 167 The Besieged City Alone

At the end of June, Jinan was already a bit stuffy, and the bustling streets had become sparsely populated.

This baffled Shiro Toranabe, the head of the Japanese Staff Section who came to investigate: "Isotani-san, Izumi City has always been prosperous, why are there so few people on the street?"

Rensuke Isotani, who accompanied him personally, smiled wryly: "Torabe-san, Jinan originally had more than 30 people, and it was very lively, but since that guy came, the population of Jinan has been exodus, at most 2 people escaped at one time!"

"Yo Xi, there is such a thing. I have heard Zhang Gang's name in China, but is he really so magical? I thought that in modern society, there would be no such god-like characters."

"Hu Bian-sang, be careful, if you can, you'd better not mention this guy's name in Jinan, so as not to cause some unnecessary trouble."

Shiro Torabe nodded, and looked at the almost ferocious expressions of the soldiers around him: "Oh, I made a mistake!"

The two continued to move forward. Shiro Torabe observed the surrounding shops, and suddenly found that a shop was not closed, so he walked over and greeted the owner kindly: "Hi, ma'am!"

The shopkeeper was so frightened that he didn't move. At this moment, a little boy rushed over and threw the clod in his hand on Shirou Toranabe: "Little devil, kill you!"

"Baga!" More than a dozen bayonets pointed at the child, and the bayonet stabbed the child with a cold light.

The shopkeeper threw himself on the child subconsciously, but he didn't feel the tingling for a long time.

"Stop!" Shiro Torabe raised his hand to block the guards, and then pulled up the shop owner: "Ma'am, I'm not a bad person, and I don't blame my younger brother for being ignorant. Can you tell me why there are so few shops open? "

The owner of the shop was still in shock, and said stutteringly: "Jinan is surrounded, and the cannons are fired every day, which scares people to death. If you don't run, do you want to stay here and wait to die?"

Shiro Torabe was shocked, and turned to look at Rensuke Isoya: "General Isoya, Jinan is under siege, why didn't I feel it when I came in!"

"That's because there are planes during the day, and that guy is not stupid, so he won't attack naturally, but at night..."

At this moment, the sky turned dark and the alarm sounded. Isoya Rensuke's expression changed, and he immediately led Shiro Toranabe to search for the basement. Before leaving, he raised two fingers.

There is only one open store left in a street, it is better to close all of them..

"General Isoya, why do we hide here like a mouse, can that guy still attack us?"

Isoya Rensuke didn't want to speak. After waiting for a while, there was a howling sound in the air, and then, a heavy cannon landed not far away, causing the soil in the basement to fall down.

"This kind of blind shooting is not accurate. What about our heavy artillery, just take this opportunity to destroy that guy's heavy artillery force!"

"Hubian-sang, I have thought of everything you thought of, but the effect is very poor. I can tell you with certainty."

While talking, there was a roaring sound above the head, and a 150mm heavy artillery shell was hitting the basement, and large pieces of soil fell down, almost drowning everyone.

After finally breaking free from the mound of dirt, Tiger's face was full of horror: "Jigu-san, what do you mean?"

"Yes, for at least one week every month, the shelling will become extremely accurate. Even troops assembled in small groups cannot escape the shelling of heavy artillery. Therefore, over time, we have built a large number of basements to hide from Shelling."

Shiro Toranabe couldn't believe it, but he had to believe it. After all, the heavy artillery hit him on the head just now. If it wasn't for the thick layer of soil to protect him, he would have been blown to pieces.

"Then what should we do? We can't keep being beaten, so the morale has fallen to the bottom, how can the soldiers fight! I will turn around and ask the Fifth Division to move and search for that guy's heavy artillery unit!"

Isoya Rensuke smiled wryly: "Torabe-san, it's useless. We have gone out of the city to look for it more than once, but the result is the same every time we attack. The guy dragged the heavy artillery and ran so fast that he killed the troops out of the city instead.

Senior Itagaki sent troops, but he couldn't find anyone, so he was knocked out by one-third on the way. If he comes a few more times, Dezhou may not be able to defend it first. "

"Baga, this guy is too hateful! Have you ever thought about sending out a small team to guard the opponent!"

"Used it, the squadron that was squatting was shot, and the whole army was wiped out. I have also sent several squadrons to guard, but they were almost fatally bombarded at the same time. In the dark, no one can escape the night The eyes of the devil."

"This..." Shiro Torabe frowns, helpless.

If those three divisions did not go to Pinghan Road to participate in the war, but were in Shandong, no matter how rampant that guy was, he could only obediently keep his tail between his legs.

But now
"General Isoya, the battle on the Ping-Han line is now in full swing, if you can persist for three months, no, two months, wait until the imperial army wins the battle of Wuhan....

Isotani Rensuke would not listen to such a picture, and immediately sneered: "Don't say two months, if this continues for another month, the morale of the Tenth Division will collapse. At that time, come and collect my corpse .”

Outside the city, Zhang Gang frowned as he watched the messages.

[You killed three little devils, reward 300 points! 】

[You killed two elite little devils, reward 300 points! 】

After calculating the ledger, it cost nearly [-] points to send out dozens of shells, but only [-] points were collected. It is difficult to do business.

Zhang Gang couldn't help thinking about the previous bombardments. At that time, at least a few hundred people were killed by one cannonball, but now that the little devil is smart, there are only three or five kittens in one cannonball. Counting his own labor, it is a loss!
The number of people is not small, but the protection is done well. It is shameful to hide in the basement as a mouse when it gets dark!Have the ability to do it face to face with Lao Tzu!

Zhang Gang sighed, and continued to reload, aim, and shoot. A round of 150mm heavy artillery shells roared across the field, like a punishment from God, and landed on the little devil's head accurately!

(End of this chapter)