Chapter 141 Three-Sided Attack

The dawn is coming.

The Chinese people at the street corners are still gathering.

Although they were awakened by the sudden explosion last night and saw many dark blues arriving in the concession, which meant that many Chinese soldiers had withdrawn, the machine guns in the warehouse that were still firing at the Japanese positions showed that there were still their own people there.

In particular, when the light of dawn came, the flagpole that had been broken above the warehouse was erected again.

Although it was only two meters high, the military flag was still flying on it!

The national flag that had been blown into rags in the artillery fire was taken out by the lieutenant colonel of the army at night and handed over to the guard squad for safekeeping. It belonged to the military flag of the 524th Regiment. The machine gun company also had one. As the current highest commander of the warehouse, Tang Dao ordered to raise the military flag.

He still wanted to show the whole of China that the last position in the Songhu urban area was still in the hands of Chinese soldiers, even if these soldiers had taken off their collar badges in the middle of the night.

Of course, declaring sovereignty was only one of them. The most important thing was that Tang Dao wanted to stimulate the Japanese army on the opposite side.

Just like a bullfighter constantly waving a red cloth to stimulate the bull with red eyes.

The Japanese army was indeed enraged.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the sky was completely bright and the attack began.

Attack from three sides, there is no such thing as main attack and feint attack.

Because it is a three-sided strong attack.

Niu Er, who was at the observation post on the roof, had a stiff face. In his high-altitude vision, the Japanese army surrounding the Sihang Warehouse from three sides was like ants, a black mass.

The Japanese colonel wanted to finish the attack in one battle, in front of countless Chinese people gathered again opposite the concession, and crush the defenders in the warehouse with a thunderous force.

So in this morning's strong attack, he dispatched 14 infantry squads in one breath, with 8 squads of about 400 people on the front, 3 squads on each wing with about 160 people each, and a total of more than 700 people. In terms of the scale of infantry alone, it even exceeded any day in the previous four days.

Not only the infantry, but also two Type 89 tanks with more "countryside reactive armor" roared out of the alleys of Songhu, acting as shields for more than 400 Japanese infantrymen in front.

When the two countryside tanks hung with sandbags crossed the trenches of the Japanese front line with some difficulty, the Japanese army's usual artillery coverage began.

As the black flowers of death mixed with brilliant flames bloomed on the huge body of the Sihang Warehouse, the scalp-numbing violent explosions resounded throughout the battlefield, and the offensive and defensive battle, which was later called 1000vs130, officially began.

The Chinese people did not cheer this time. Although they were ordinary people, they had no way of knowing what happened last night, nor did they know why their officers and soldiers withdrew, but they knew that the number of their defenders had decreased, while the Japanese army was frantically investing more troops.

The two cannons that fired a single shot and made the ground tremble slightly hundreds of meters away were no longer the sporadic shots of yesterday, but fired at least ten shells in a row. The huge sound waves formed by the continuous explosions even shattered the glass of the concession building closest to the Sihang Warehouse.

Before the war, all the Western soldiers in the Western Concession fortifications within 200 meters of the Sihang Warehouse had been withdrawn. Even the barricades that blocked the people's way forward were empty except for fortifications, chevaux de frise, and barbed wire.

If you want to reach the riverside street directly behind the Sihang Warehouse, there is no obstacle.

However, the rippling surface of the Suzhou River reminds everyone that if a heavy artillery penetrates the warehouse, it will become a hell on earth.

Outside the battlefield, it is so terrible, not to mention the Sihang Warehouse in the center of the battlefield.

People were silent, watching the military flag tremble in the artillery fire.

Because no one knows whether the military flag will fall today.

Led by two Type 89 tanks, the Japanese infantrymen left the front-line trenches 300 meters away and approached a position of about 200 meters. The building, which was completely suppressed by the artillery fire, did not fight back.

It was like a giant beast that had completely died, lifeless.

The hearts of the Chinese people were clenched, but the hearts of the Japanese army were tense.

In the past, they might have shouted "on board" and rushed forward, and then searched for the remaining enemies and tasted the joy of victory on the battlefield covered with the blood of the enemy.

But the battles in the past three days have made these Japanese army soldiers understand that the Chinese on the opposite side are a group of indestructible cockroaches. The more silent they are, the more sharp their counterattack will be.

This time, what kind of counterattack will they take out? The Japanese on the battlefield were unsure, and several Japanese officers in the temporary command post of the 36th Infantry Regiment located 500 meters behind were also unsure.

They all stared at the Sihang Warehouse, which was trembling in their own artillery fire, with binoculars. No one spoke. They were all waiting, waiting for the counterattack of the Chinese in the warehouse.

However, until the Japanese infantry followed the two tanks and advanced to 150 meters, even the infantry guns stopped firing to avoid accidentally injuring their own infantry, and there was no movement in the warehouse.

Could it be that he was wrong? Did the remaining Chinese take advantage of the darkness before dawn to swim away from the Suzhou River? If that was the case, then I really had to drink some wine to celebrate.

The Japanese major and the Japanese lieutenant colonel who held the binoculars tightly had such ambitions in their hearts at the same time.

Only Jiro Wakiita's face became more and more serious.

Through the battles of the past few days, although the Chinese on the opposite side brought him failure and humiliation, he also made him understand the Chinese army more and more.

There may be some cowards among the Chinese and some who are greedy for life and afraid of death, but there are also warriors who would rather die than retreat. The group of people in front of him belong to the latter group. Since they did not choose to step onto the Suzhou River Bridge where they seemed to be able to retreat safely, how could they jump into the Suzhou River where they could only be massacred?

You know, from the moment these Chinese people retracted into the warehouse, searchlights kept shining on the surface of the Suzhou River. Unless they turned into fish and could sneak hundreds of meters, they would inevitably become a floating corpse in the river.

They may be playing the strategy of getting closer and then attacking, using that submachine gun to kill a lot of their own infantry! When he thought of this, Wakiitajiro felt a huge pain in his balls.

In close range shooting, the firepower of a submachine gun can completely suppress at least five of our own soldiers or even more, but the Empire does not have such continuous fire equipment.

If it's okay in field battles and street battles, there are still grenade launchers to help suppress them, but when the opponent is huddled in such a "turtle shell", the only thing he can do is to rely on superior troops to pile up.

If five against one doesn't work, then ten against one will be fine.

Otherwise, he would not have sent more than 700 infantrymen to attack without even testing.

But the Chinese are just so irrational.

It was the cannon that fired first, not the gun.

"Boom!"

With the familiar muffled sound of the machine gun, the warehouse finally opened fire.

The No. 1 machine gun, personally controlled by Cheng Tietsou, the lieutenant platoon leader of the machine gun company nicknamed "Tietou", aimed at a Japanese 89 tank from behind the firing hole carefully drilled on the third floor and fired.

This time, there was no covering bombardment with mortars on the 89 tanks covered in sandbags, but direct fire.

At a distance of 150 meters, even if the penetrating kinetic energy of the shell is partially weakened by sandbags, it can still leave a frightening dent in the armor, which is definitely a nightmare experience for the tank crews riding in it.

It's like you are sitting in a car, and there is a tiger outside tapping the car window with its claws. You don't know when the tiger will smash the weak car window with a slap, and then jump in and tear you to pieces.

At least at this moment, Kikuta was three times longer in the 89 tank in the 89 tank who was hit by two consecutive machine gun blasts on the sandbags and then smashed the steel plate on the front of the tank. This is how it felt.