Chapter 121 Tool Man

The Chinese commander in the warehouse was in a bad mood, and in fact, the Japanese commander was not in a good mood either.

The 36th Infantry Regiment.

The flooding on the battlefield has been eradicated, and the stench last night has been basically contained. All the waste has been emptied, and the waste has been emptied. No medicine is needed.

The latest intelligence from the division is on the table.

The information from the spies in the Chinese upper echelons of the Empire has shown that the Chinese government has already yielded to the Western concessions, and ordered the garrison in the Sihang Warehouse to withdraw tonight, and has already negotiated terms with the concessions.

As for the concessions' request that the Imperial Army not attack the retreating Chinese, this "unreasonable" request was taken to heart by almost no one in the Empire.

Although the division headquarters also gave a warning for the heavy losses yesterday, in view of the excellent tactics of "defeating the enemy without fighting" proposed by the 36th Infantry Regiment, 600 people from the division's direct baggage regiment were transferred to the 36th Infantry Regiment.

The so-called baggage regiment is ostensibly a baggage corps, responsible for transportation at ordinary times. In fact, it is the same as the supplementary regiment in the Chinese infantry division. When there is a lack of combat infantry, it is mainly supplemented by these baggage soldiers.

Although the combat effectiveness of these second-line soldiers is slightly weaker, that is also relatively speaking. In fact, they are well-trained.

The Pingxingguan Battle in September was a concrete manifestation of the combat effectiveness of the Japanese baggage soldiers. A group of more than 1,000 soldiers, mainly composed of baggage soldiers, were ambushed by a Chinese infantry brigade. Although they were completely annihilated, they did not collapse. Instead, they fought fiercely for an afternoon, which amazed the excellent general and gave him a new understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Japanese baggage soldiers.

So, even though they are baggage soldiers, they are equivalent to giving back a large amount of blood to the 36th Infantry Regiment, which had lost half of its blood tank.

Except for the one who was not liked by the Japanese colonel in the 1st Infantry Battalion, the other two infantry battalions each added 300 people. Although they did not recover to full health, they also recovered at least 80% of their combat power.

Of course, we have to exclude the more than 300 men who were almost exhausted due to diarrhea.

Without a day of rest, they can't go to the battlefield.

In any case, it is certain that there are more good news than bad news.

Colonel Jiro Wakiita, the commander of the 36th Infantry Regiment, should have a glass of wine or write another poem in such good weather with an extremely happy mood, venting his anger in the past two days and continuing to show his talent that has nowhere to go.

But...

Jiro Wakiita is still very unhappy.

The main reason for his unhappiness is from the battlefield.

The Japanese colonel originally wanted to wait, wait for the night to use the traps he created with various trends to massacre the poor Chinese, and he would lose at most some bullets.

But the division headquarters disagreed. Do you still want the honor of the Imperial Japanese Army?

By then, the whole world will know that the Imperial Army could not conquer the enemy's position and adopted some unpresentable means. No matter how many Chinese died, they might have achieved what is called "non-war crimes"!

This day, you must not be idle.

Even if it is not a desperate attack like yesterday, you must show the appearance of a strong attack, otherwise, what is the point of the division adding 600 people to you? Fight for me! Must fight!

"You want to be a whore and want to be a saint", this is the inner OS of Jiro Wakiita when he received the telegram from the division headquarters.

For this Japanese colonel, he really didn't want to fight anymore, especially when he saw the long list of names of the dead in Makino Shun's hand.

He never dreamed that one day he would read so many lists of the dead.

But in this battlefield, it only took two days for the dream to come true.

As a result, for the sake of face, this list, which has become extremely long because of his cold order, will continue to grow. It would be strange if the Japanese colonel, whose face was fat from being beaten, did not complain about his lieutenant general division commander.

In fact, Jiro Wakiita's vision is still lower than that of his lieutenant general division commander.

This is not just about face, but about maintaining the belief of the perverted Japanese army, a crazy belief.

It is this kind of crazy belief that has led to the future "Kamikaze Special Attack Force" and other troops.

It is not terrible for a person to be fearless of death, but when the Japanese high-level officials train more than 50% of their officers and soldiers into fearless lunatics, that is really terrible.

Otherwise, they would not have been able to persist for so long on the small islands in the Pacific, facing countless strong ships and powerful guns, and fighting against the majority with a small number of people, and making the eyes of American cowboys blood red.

The Battle of Sihang Warehouse can be lost, but the fighting spirit cannot be lost, even if it is to use death in exchange for the spirit of daring to continue fighting.

However, the senior generals of the Japanese army only stop at this level.

When they are intoxicated with the pleasure of victory brought by this madness, and it spreads from the lower-level soldiers to the upper levels, then this army is basically finished.

A lunatic may win one or two or even many battlefield victories, but he will never win a war.

The more brutal the war, the more calm and wisdom are needed.

Madness will only accelerate destruction.

World War II was a stage where a group of madmen went from splendor to extinction.

Under the order from above, the Japanese colonel had to deploy no less than 500 people to start besieging the warehouse.

Compared with the previous two days, the conditions for this wave of attack were actually much better. The Japanese engineers, who knew shame and then courage, built the first-line trenches 300 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse. With the protection of the trenches, the casualties of the Japanese infantry were greatly reduced.

But the Chinese were as vicious as a maggot on the tarsal bone. They didn't stop even after killing dozens of infantrymen with various trip mines the night before. There were still some in the process of the imperial infantry entering the battlefield from the second-line position.

And this time, the Chinese changed their tricks. The black fishing line used at night became transparent, which was simply impossible to defend against.

On the battlefield, who can still keep an eye on the ground and move forward bit by bit?

Well! They were all pinching their noses to go to the battlefield, but before they started to attack, more than a dozen places were blown up.

Especially the newly joined second-line infantrymen, who didn't know that there was a death god squatting in the pit waiting for them in their own position?

The number of casualties kept increasing, and no shots were fired at the Sihang Warehouse.

It was not until the corners of Colonel Jiro Wakiita's eyes began to twitch, and finally the front reported the casualties of nearly 30 people, that it was over.

I really want to spit out a mouthful of old blood. Colonel Jiro Wakiita was really full of MMP at that time!

But the nightmare was not over yet.

This time it was not a question of how many people died in the battle.

Rather, as the battle progressed, the number of officers under his command who died in the battle increased sharply, and it was catching up with the trend of the previous two days.

The enemy's bullets seemed to have eyes, and they killed second lieutenants, first lieutenants and even captains.

This was incredible.

Because, with the lessons learned from the previous two days, without his order, the officers of the 36th Infantry Regiment, including him, quietly changed into ordinary infantry uniforms, and gave up the white gloves, command knives and leather boots for pretending to be cool.

Of course, the Japanese colonel did not know that the Tang Dao, which was praised as the "Chinese Devil" by the Matsumoto Team of the 2nd Infantry Battalion, was wearing a uniform stripped from the dead bodies of the Japanese army, wearing Japanese big-headed leather shoes, wearing a Japanese Type 90 steel helmet, and a Type 38 rifle, hiding in the ruins formed by the collapse of the house.

Every round of attack by the Japanese army and every rumble of artillery was his performance time.

The position chosen by Tang Dao was between the two armies, about 250 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse in a straight line, only 80 meters away from the first-line position of the Japanese army at most, and more than 200 meters away from the second-line position.

However, it was not directly opposite, but equivalent to a triangle, and was also at the angle of the Sihang Warehouse. There was no need to worry about being accidentally injured by the terrible machine guns of the own side, and it could also take care of the Japanese army on the flank.

His whole body was huddled under the brick and stone ruins, with only a gun barrel wrapped in a strip of cloth torn from the dirty dark green blanket distributed by the Japanese army sticking out.

The blanket strips were not only to camouflage the gun barrel, reduce the chance of being discovered due to reflection, and reduce the sound of the gun barrel colliding with bricks and stones, but also to reduce the huge heat generated by the gun barrel due to the increase in shooting temperature, which hindered the shooter's aiming.

Of course, the flames from the muzzle were inevitable, including the gun smoke produced after shooting, which easily exposed the shooter's position.

Therefore, there were a lot of wood around the location chosen by Tang Dao. After yesterday's battle, they were not completely burned, but the heat was high enough and they were not completely extinguished, and they were still emitting a lot of green smoke.

Such places can be found everywhere on the entire battlefield, enough to cover up the green smoke that escaped from the cracks of the bricks when Tang Dao fired.

With such camouflage, not to mention that the armies far away from each other could not see him, even if they were only four or five meters away from him, as long as Tang Dao did not shoot, no one would know that there was a nightmare-level sniper in this ruin.

Perhaps, except Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan, they were the only two people among the thousands of Chinese and Japanese troops who knew the approximate location of Tang Dao's hiding.

This was Tang Dao's hunting time, and it was also his time to teach in the most realistic and cruel battlefield.

Only in this way could his students and comrades-in-arms grow at the fastest speed. He needed enough helpers, and China needed more strong soldiers.

The Japanese here were more like teaching tools than prey.