Chapter 102 Commander Tang Wants to Be the Boss

The Japanese army reacted fiercely to the flag-raising behavior of the defenders, but the Chinese response was equally firm.

You use mountain artillery and infantry to bombard me, then I will use mortars to hit you.

That is, even the Japanese artillery themselves may not have expected that they would be so persistent this time. They bombarded for nearly 2 hours, from about 7 o'clock to 9 o'clock, and there was no intention to stop.

More than an hour ago, the warehouse defenders had already stopped playing with them, and the Japanese artillery was left to perform a one-man show.

However, the Sihang Warehouse was still the same as yesterday. No matter how fierce the artillery fire was, the huge building remained motionless in the smoke.

The Chinese people who were blocked at the intersections on the south bank of Suzhou River watched eagerly for a long time. The Japanese army had no other tactical moves except firing, firing, and firing again. Simply, they were not in a hurry to watch.

A large group of young people just came from a distance pushing large and small cars, but they were not here to collect protection fees, but to deliver the three meals a day promised by the mysterious rich man yesterday.

Although it was not a good thing, there was enough bread and thick porridge, and there were also side dishes like fermented bean curd. This was already a good food for the people who fled.

Qingpi was responsible for maintaining order, and the food was sufficient. In addition, there were artillery roars on the opposite side and the battle was in full swing, so the people were rarely in order.

After receiving bread and porridge, they sat on both sides of the street to eat and chat, and by the way, they looked at whether the Japanese artillery in the distance had stopped.

If not, then continue to eat, and after eating, burp and walk around to digest the food. There was no more phenomenon of lying in the bedding roll without moving after drinking a bowl of porridge a few days ago to avoid digesting food too quickly.

Three meals a day, right?

Eat a full meal and watch Chinese soldiers fight the devils!

Many people even feel that these days or two are the happiest days since the war began, without a doubt.

The Chinese people outside the warehouse are happy, and the inside of the Sihang Warehouse, which is located in the center of the artillery fire, is actually not that miserable.

The warehouse building was solid, and the Japanese 70-caliber infantry guns and 75-caliber mountain guns were only slightly stronger than tickling. As long as you don't get close to the window, there will be basically no damage. The only discomfort is naturally the high-decibel sound caused by the explosion of the shells and the dust that keeps falling in the room.

There was no other way. In addition to leaving two groups of lookouts in each company to observe the movements of the Japanese infantry at the observation hole, the rest of the people, including the lieutenant colonel of the army, could only stuff two pieces of cotton in their ears, put on helmets, and close their eyes to rest in the rooms assigned to each company, platoon, and squad.

Most officers and soldiers could only sit and wait with their heads down. Even though they knew that the building would not collapse, they were still a little anxious.

What kind of officers lead what kind of soldiers.

The third platoon responsible for the defense of the first floor was originally in the most dangerous area, but as the chief officer, Tang Dao told Liu Datou to take charge of the defense of the third platoon, and he simply lay on the bedding roll and fell asleep.

Tang Dao only slept for two or three hours from the night before to now, which was not a big deal, but the several battles he personally participated in were like taking advantage of the situation, especially his retaliatory solo raid last night.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a disguised sneaking in, and then relying on the laying of booby traps to kill and wound. In fact, only experts know how much pressure he has to bear physically and mentally.

The Japanese kept making mistakes, but their troops could afford the consequences of making mistakes, and Tang Dao would die even if he made only one mistake.

Even though he was once the king of single soldiers, Tang Dao's body and spirit were actually close to the limit. He had to use this gap before the war to adjust his body and spirit to the best state.

But Tang Dao himself might not have expected that the Japanese army would change their normal state and bombard at all costs, so that he rested for 1 and a half hours in one breath with the rumbling of artillery as his pillow.

Tang Dao could fall asleep soundly with the sound of artillery as his pillow, but it did not mean that others could.

After the other people in the third row stared at each other for a while, an old soldier in the second squad nicknamed Lao Suanpan actually started a bet at the instigation of the old soldier Youzi.

Don't bet on anything else, just bet on when the Japanese artillery bombardment will stop.

The bet is on the time period. The odds for stopping within an hour are 1 to 1.1, which means that if you bet on it stopping within an hour, no more than 55 minutes, you can earn 0.1 yuan by throwing a dollar. If it does not exceed five minutes in an hour, the odds are 1 to 1.5; for every additional 10 minutes, the odds increase by 0.5. If it exceeds three hours, it is 1 to 10.

If you don't bet on the time period correctly, the principal will be gone. Opening the market and being the banker is definitely a sure win.

In order to relieve their anxiety, the soldiers in the third row, except for a few like Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan who did not participate, at least threw a dollar to divert their attention.

If nothing unexpected happens, according to the existing bets, even if Platoon Leader Leng Feng also came to join in the fun and bet 10 yuan that the Japanese artillery bombardment would not exceed 1 hour and 40 minutes, after deducting the compensation funds, Lao Suanpan would earn 30 yuan steadily.

Who knew there was another ruthless character, a lieutenant woke up leisurely from his sleep and saw that his soldiers were actually playing this in the midst of the artillery fire.

"A bunch of bastards, they actually did this while I was asleep." Although everyone was lip-syncing in the rumbling of the artillery, Platoon Leader Tang's face didn't look good!

Lao Suanpan shuddered in fear.

However, the next moment, Lao Suanpan shuddered even more.

Commander Tang, who should have been very angry, looked at the continuous artillery fire outside, and actually reached out to take out the expensive pen in his pocket and put it on the carefully designed odds plate of Lao Suanpan. "I bet that the Japanese artillery bombardment will last more than 3 hours!"

Sir, is this really okay?

The soldiers present looked at each other in bewilderment.

I have seen ruthless people, but I have never seen such ruthlessness.

He bet 10 times the odds right away, the kind with the smallest chance.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The important thing is that the pen seems to be given to you by the beautiful reporter! Just put it on the gambling table like this?

Isn’t it said that it is the most difficult to accept the favor of a beautiful woman! Aren’t you afraid that one day the beautiful reporter will find out and write about our third platoon as a bunch of scum in the newspaper in anger?

“Sir, don’t play it so big!” Lao Suanpan bared his big yellow teeth, his face almost bitter.

It’s not that he doesn’t have the courage to accept this super bet worth at least hundreds of dollars, but, what if the big reporter comes again at night? Someone said that Commander Tang lost the pen to Lao Suanpan, what should he do, should he hand it over or not?

Looking at the group of thoughtful bastards of the old soldiers, Lao Suanpan dared to guarantee that as long as he won their money today, someone would definitely report him.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll collect the money if I dare to bet on you." Tang Dao glared and snorted coldly. "It's not certain who will win!"

Looking at Lao Suanpan's painful grin, Tang Dao thought about it and didn't embarrass him. He simply said: "Since you don't have the courage to open a hammer, let me be the banker. There's no need to be so troublesome. I bet for more than 3 hours. If I bet for less than 3 hours, I will pay 1 to 3. This will be used as a compensation for all my military merits. You, Lao Suanpan, will be responsible for collecting money and keeping accounts for me."

Simple and rough betting.

And it's almost like giving money away.

The soldiers looked at each other and were eager to try.

The reason is very simple. It's not the first time they have dealt with the Japanese army. Shelling for three hours? The Japanese are so stingy, is it possible?

Besides, now, isn't the artillery fire much sparser?

Otherwise, how can you hear people talking clearly?