Chapter 112: Death Is Hard to Get Used To

One colonel and one lieutenant colonel.

In this way, they returned to the regiment headquarters in the bloody sunset, hugging each other.

The battle reports submitted by the two major infantry battalion commanders who reported the number of casualties three times in a row, although they did not directly disobey orders to withdraw, were lying alone on the conference table.

The two commanders and deputy commanders of the 36th Infantry Regiment did not even look at the battlefield where the battle was still going on, let alone look at the battle reports that made their eyes bloodshot.

Two consecutive days of fighting have fully proved that the two men and the three infantry battalion commanders under their command are super idiots. Don't blame the eldest brother, the second brother, or the third brother. A fully staffed infantry regiment was played by a few cobblers, and only half of the people were left.

The last battle report submitted by two majors was written very clearly. As of half an hour ago, apart from ordinary soldiers, two captains and squadron leaders were killed in battle, four lieutenants and squadron vice-captains, not to mention the second lieutenant squad leaders, and the number of those still alive was almost catching up with the squadron leaders.

At least a dozen sergeants were promoted on the battlefield, which means that these "lucky guys" are one step closer to death.

This time, it was really "playing" big.

The casualties in two days were more than the two months of the bloody battle of Songhu.

Jiro Wakita, whose eyes were already a little dull, knew that his fate was doomed. Whether he could return to the main island to retire safely depended on the level of the engineers he usually looked down upon.

That must be possible. In order to cover up the sound from the underground, he had paid the price of 700 Imperial Army warriors and killed and wounded, and also emptied one-third of the division's current artillery reserves.

Compared with the two Japanese majors sitting in the regiment headquarters with tears on their lapels, the Chinese defenders were not necessarily happy.

It is gratifying to repel the Japanese army's countless rounds of attacks and kill a large number of Japanese invaders, but casualties are inevitable after all.

Especially the front position of the warehouse, which was taken care of by the infantry artillery, was the hardest hit area for soldiers' casualties.

The ten soldiers of the first squad of the third row were all standing in the room. The smoke on their faces, washed by sweat, was white and black, like a big clown face.

But no one cared about these. They all stood straight and looked at their superiors and their brothers.

The superiors squatted and the brothers lay down.

Tang Dao's hand holding the gun was very steady, but when he squatted in the room and wiped the blood on Liu Datou's sallow face with his own hands, his hands were shaking slightly.

In his past and present lives, Tang Dao had lost his comrades for the first time. He originally thought that he could face death calmly.

But only when you touch your comrades' cold cheeks, you will know how painful your heart will be.

As a veteran who could compete with Tang Dao for the position of platoon leader, Liu Datou had extremely rich experience in both command and combat. He was almost a veteran with battlefield intuition. Even if he really fought the Japanese invaders to the death, he would definitely be the last one to die.

However, he still died, on the battlefield on the second day.

It was not because of bad luck, but his own choice.

The grenades thrown by the crazy Japanese grenade launcher like raindrops actually flew over the sandbag fortifications and shot into the warehouse through a gap of only one or two meters, just landing one meter to the side of the communication soldier Erya who was running towards him to pass on the message.

There was no time to remind Erya to dodge, and the veteran directly opened his arms and pounced sideways, pressing the grenade under his body.

The grenade, which was as powerful as a grenade, directly blew Liu Datou's strong body up a full meter high, his entire chest was blown to pieces, and his body was twisted and deformed.

Died on the spot.

But his body became the best shield for his comrades. Erya was knocked down by the dissipated air wave, but she was not seriously injured, but she cried a lot.

However, the battle was fierce at that time. Tang Dao, who received the notice and rushed to the scene, immediately appointed the deputy squad leader of the first squad to replace the squad leader Liu Datou and ordered the soldiers to move his body to the rest room.

It was not until the Japanese offensive was at its end that he was able to take time to see his comrade who had only been with him for two days.

His head, which was originally a circle larger than that of an ordinary person, was now much smaller. That was because of the large reduction in blood. At the moment the grenade exploded, his originally strong body was blown into a thousand holes. The loss of 70% of the blood in his body made him lose half of his weight.

Otherwise, the somewhat thin Erya would not be able to carry his body back to the rest room alone.

"Platoon leader, I killed the squad leader Datou. I killed him, woo woo!" Erya, whose eyes were already red and swollen, looked at Tang Dao's hand holding the white cloth dipped in water and trembling slightly, and couldn't help crying again.

Along with Erya's sorrow, the ten soldiers couldn't help but shed tears.

"Why are you crying! Died for the country on the battlefield, why should you return wrapped in horsehide!" Tang Daotou didn't reply, his metallic voice was low. "If my brothers from the third platoon die on the battlefield one day, don't cry again. The battlefield is the place that least believes in tears."

"Yes! Platoon leader." Erya nodded heavily with tears in her eyes.

Tang Dao stopped talking and refused the help of others. He wiped the dried blood on Liu Datou's face bit by bit, and then put on a set of second lieutenant uniforms sent by Leng Feng.

That was the military uniform that Liu Datou had dreamed of before his death. He didn't realize it when he was alive, but now he finally realized his dream.

This was not achieved by Tang Dao and Leng Feng, but he deserved it.

An hour ago, the Army Lieutenant Colonel announced a military order from the division headquarters that the ranks of all officers and soldiers who died in the battle would be promoted by one level.

History finally took a small turn because of the arrival of the little butterfly. In the past, the Japanese army had never launched such a resolute attack, and the defenders of the Sihang Warehouse had never been under such great pressure.

The casualties of the Japanese army far exceeded those of the past, and the casualties of the warehouse also increased exponentially.

Three people died in the first company yesterday, and four people were injured in the other companies. Compared with the Japanese army, the losses can almost be said to be negligible.

But in the fierce battle during the day today, five soldiers were killed in the first company, three were killed in the second and third companies, plus the artillerymen who were injured in the machine gun company, and 18 soldiers were injured by shrapnel or ricochets.

The number of casualties has exceeded the total casualties counted by the entire warehouse defenders after retreating to the concession in the past.

History can no longer be used as the only reference.

The third platoon of Tang Dao sacrificed only Liu Datou, who was also the only sergeant squad leader. The other three injured were all slightly injured, which was the smallest loss among the three infantry platoons.

Leng Feng's platoon suffered the most losses because of their fierce fighting style. Three soldiers were killed and three were seriously injured. At this moment, he was still guarding his position with red eyes, waiting for the Japanese who had retreated 300 meters away to come back.

Tang Dao helped Liu Datou put on the discipline button, gently adjusted his well-deserved second lieutenant collar badge, and finally stared at his sallow face, covered it with a white cloth, and stood up silently.

Looking back at the soldiers whose faces were covered with sweat, tears, gunpowder and dust, his eyes were as cold as a knife: "How far have you dug the tunnel I asked to dig?"