Chapter 127 The Brigadier General Cursing on the Street

The Japanese army used heavy artillery to shake the concession completely.

The anxious Western consuls had no time to argue with the madman, but instead pointed their target directly at China.

In one morning, six military orders were sent from Nanjing to the retreating Third War Zone Command. Even the general surnamed Gu, who was anxious about how hundreds of thousands of troops would withdraw from Songhu, had to take time out to telegraph the 88th Division Headquarters, strictly ordering them to contact Xie Jinyuan's troops no matter what, and tonight was the last deadline for retreat.

Otherwise, all the generals of the 88th Division will be subject to military law!

The senior executives of the Third War Zone Command were certainly not stupid. The radio station could be damaged, but several senior agents of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics had sent secret passwords and military orders with the headquarters seal but they all fell into the sea. Naturally, they knew that it was very likely that the warehouse defenders did not want to retreat and refused to accept the military order in disguise.

In the past, the senior officials would of course cry and call heroes, give symbolic commendations and rewards, and let the rest be left to fate.

But at this time, you can't be a hero, you have to obey orders and be a bear. The spies of the Central Bureau of Investigation and Statistics are not effective, so the immediate superiors of the warehouse garrison can only take action.

The former commander of the 524th Regiment was seriously injured in the first battle after entering Songhu. Xie Jinyuan was already the actual supreme commander of the 524th Regiment and was promoted to colonel a day ago. If you want him to obey orders, you can only ask the generals to take action.

In the end, the major general chief of staff of the 88th Division was ordered to return to Songhu secretly during the retreat.

All this, of course, could not be hidden from the eyes of the Japanese spies lurking in the Chinese high-level.

The information that "the Chinese are trying every means to force their troops to withdraw!" was placed on the desk of the gray-faced Jiro Wakiban in the afternoon.

Jiro Wakiban smiled again. From a tactical point of view, he failed, but strategically, he won.

The Chinese used the Western concessions as shields, so he "returned the favor" and used Westerners as spears to pierce this fortress that was solid on the outside but rotten on the inside.

He even planned to report the truth about the Chinese's voluntary withdrawal through the news media at the right time, despite the ridicule.

A tenacious army fought bravely on its own land, but was obstructed by other countries. Isn't it a big joke? The so-called fighting spirit will collapse in the face of such a ridiculous joke.

Of course, this is just the personal idea of ​​Jiro Wakiita, who is almost mad. He has no shame. His lieutenant general division commander and General Matsui Iwane still want face, right?

In fact, in the past time and space, the truth of the end of the Battle of Sihang Warehouse was not made public until after the victory of the Patriotic War.

Again, victory can cover up all ugliness.

Politicians used victory to whitewash this ugliness to the utmost, and the people immersed in the joy of victory had no time to celebrate, so how could they pay too much attention to the story that happened so far away several years ago?

Human beings are creatures that habitually choose to forget.

Sacrifice and perseverance were thus obliterated in the long river of history.

But this time and space will inevitably change.

Because of Tang Dao's deliberate delay, the defenders of the Sihang Warehouse, who were supposed to withdraw at dawn on the 29th, were still holding on in the warehouse on the 30th.

The Japanese colonel who received the information that the Chinese would definitely withdraw from the warehouse tonight also received encouragement from General Iwane Matsui of the Expeditionary Force Command. The general believed that the strategic vision of the army colonel was worthy of praise.

The Japanese colonel, who had been stunned by the battles in the past few days, was instantly dizzy.

An army colonel, if placed in a division, is also a person of great size, but what if he is placed in an expeditionary force of more than 200,000? He can't even go to the conference table to pour tea for the generals!

How could Jiro Wakiita not be dizzy when he was suddenly recognized by the commander-in-chief who was in charge of more than 200,000 troops?

I was so dizzy that I almost floated to the sky. I didn't notice the army general's subtext: You are just not good at tactics! You can be honest today.

Some people are brilliant when they are given a little sunshine. When they saw two 120-caliber field guns placed 3,000 meters away from the front of the warehouse, they fired two consecutive shots. One shot blew up the barricade in front of the Sihang Warehouse building and left a big hole on the wall. The other two shots almost collapsed the wall.

Jiro Wakita, who was so brilliant that he forgot himself, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. He once again concentrated six infantry squads to serve as the main attack on the front and four infantry squads to serve as feints on the battlefields on both wings. In this afternoon, he launched another strong attack.

In fact, it cannot be said that the Japanese colonel was a little forgetful because his hormones surged after being slightly "teasing" by his own army general. After all, he was still unwilling to accept the pure failure of tactics.

His idea was very simple. He used the 120-caliber field gun to open the way. He would attack again. If he still couldn't take it, he would just wait for the next day to reap the victory.

On the surface, it also gave the military reporter Shuichi Fukuyama some material to write: The Imperial Warriors fought the enemy for another day, and the enemy suffered heavy casualties. They had to use the cover of night to hide in the Western Concession to seek shelter. The Imperial Army won another brilliant victory.

Another very important point is to continue to put pressure on the concession.

Through dealing with Westerners in the past two days, Jiro Wakiita was no longer afraid of offending them and being blamed by the top leaders.

The Japanese colonel found that the fear of death among Westerners was deeply rooted in their bones. As long as they did not actually detonate the super bomb and drive the yellow-haired and blue-eyed people to a dead end, even if there were bullets or artillery shells falling on the territory of the Western Concession, , they have to swallow this breath first.

They were just a bunch of cowards who were afraid of death. The Japanese colonel simply ordered two 120 field guns to approach 2,500 meters and aim at the warehouse building. Even if they missed, they would bomb into the concession and the first to be killed would be those watching the excitement. The Chinese would never hit that big gas tank anyway.

However, the Japanese colonel's calculations were quick, and the Chinese people who were watching the excitement were definitely not stupid. When they saw that the Japanese artillery was different from the previous two days, the Western coalition soldiers were so frightened that their faces turned white. I also understand that the Japanese army used heavy artillery.

They also moved their positions one after another and stood in the blocks two to three hundred meters to the left and right of Sihang Warehouse to watch the battle. Those were also the wealthy areas of the concession. There was a big way, little devil, just bomb me and blow up the Westerners together. God, wait for the foreigner to come to you and fight for your life.

Who can control it? I can’t go home, and no one is allowed to stand on the street downstairs? Not to mention the Westerners being dumbfounded, the Japanese troops on the other side also had a headache.

I have to say that the Chinese people are very quick in their thinking. This has been the case since ancient times. This thing is probably a genetic inheritance!

The one who was really anxious and sweating was the commander of the Western Allied Forces, Brigadier General Smartet, who took the initiative to place the observation point 300 meters away from the rear flank of the Sihang Warehouse.

The Chinese were furious and refused to retreat, and the Japanese madmen also brought in 120 heavy artillery. Moreover, it was not just a deterrent as he imagined, but they actually went into actual combat.

"Fake yo jepenny ri ma ma!"

The old man with a gray beard pinched his beloved pipe, looked at the battlefield that was once again in full swing, and cursed all afternoon.