Chapter 151: Arena

Hundreds of meters away, the Japanese front-line command post.

The Japanese colonel's hand holding the telescope was throbbing with veins after the Tang Dao launched the first round of shooting.

He almost crushed the expensive telescope.

Although the thick smoke made him unable to see the firing points in the building from hundreds of meters away, he could see that his soldiers who had already started charging were falling down.

If the casualties continued at this rate, even if the three infantry squads at the forefront could rush to the designated blasting position under the building, there would probably not be many people left.

But unfortunately, the Japanese colonel still overestimated his subordinates.

Are there not many people left there?

In just two minutes, all the soldiers who rushed forward were cut into leeks, bloody leeks, and they were even more cruel than the A-shares that like to dig up the roots in the future.

The colonel's face at that moment! It was as ugly as seeing hundreds of white big buttocks on his own position the day before, with diarrhea.

Makino Shun kept silent without looking sideways, but the major of the 2nd Infantry Battalion had trembling lips, but he didn't dare to say anything.

It was absolutely a stupid idea to order the infantry squadron leader in the front to launch a "Banzai Charge". Didn't you see that half of the infantry squadron was injured or killed in just a while? This is not counting the losses on the two wings.

At this rate of loss, the regiment that just received some blood from the baggage soldiers might be able to enter the sequence of the infantry battalion after this battle.

Is it an honor to be a colonel-level infantry battalion leader?

I can only say that the wish of this Japanese major is still very beautiful.

An infantry battalion has a full complement of 1,100 people!

The boss in front of him, with a sour face, is already a madman.

Or, he has already put himself in the role of the old madman Nogi Maresuke, and he is just short of carrying the coffin to fight.

Sihang Warehouse has become a thorn in the throat of the 3rd Division in Zhabei District of Songhu. After fighting for several days with heavy casualties, they failed to take it. They were also laughed at by Westerners in the concession, which further aroused the determination of the Chinese to resist.

Jiro Wakiita had already issued a military order to the division headquarters in the early morning, saying that Sihang Warehouse must be taken at all costs. If one infantry squadron died, another infantry squadron would be sent.

If the entire 36th Infantry Regiment died, the division would send another infantry regiment. Those were the original words of the Japanese Army Lieutenant General.

The infantry artillery had just lost the upper hand in the duel with the Chinese machine guns. One artillery squad completely lost its combat effectiveness, and another artillery squad was completely written off because of the explosion caused by the shells being hit.

It doesn't matter, the 120 field artillery will come to help.

Anyway, the frightened Westerners did not put up any substantial resistance.

The 40 Japanese soldiers who were repelled by Tang Dao and Lei Xionghan's fearless and crazy firepower did not run far. They took a short rest in the temporary bunker more than 200 meters away and then went back to the battlefield.

Regardless of whether they had the will to fight or not, the supervisory team in the rear was real.

According to the order of Colonel Jiro Wakiita, the second lieutenant-level squad leader led the charge, and the lieutenant and captain in the rear were the guard. If they all died, the major captain would lead the charge personally. If they still died, he and Lieutenant Colonel Makino Shun would lead the team respectively.

Under the completely crazy order of Colonel Jiro Wakiita, except for the slightly larger indirect-fire artillery-75 mountain artillery, the rest of the Japanese army, whether it was 70 infantry artillery or two 120 field artillery, all fired, and at the moment when the Japanese infantry had reached the front line of about 100 meters.

That was far beyond the Japanese Army's Army Manual, which stipulated that the coordination of infantry and artillery should not be less than 200 meters, and it was definitely a hell-level battlefield.

It was not that the Sihang Warehouse was trembling in the crazy artillery fire of the Japanese army.

Rather, the Japanese infantry would be bombarded into the sky from time to time by their own artillery because the muzzle was slightly lowered.

Watching the Japanese army become dead souls in their own artillery fire, in the past, I am afraid that there would be another tsunami on the south bank of Suzhou River.

But this time, they all pursed their lips and clenched their fists in silence.

They could feel that the determination of the Japanese army's attack this time was even greater than the previous round.

The infantrymen continued to advance, even if the corpses had covered the front 50 meters of the warehouse, they still crawled forward resolutely.

And the heart-pounding large-caliber artillery was the first time that it was carried out simultaneously with the attack of the Japanese infantry.

From time to time, window fortifications were blown up, and large pieces of reinforced concrete were blown away. It was visible to the naked eye that the walls of the warehouse were seriously damaged for the first time.

Can the Chinese defenders in the Sihang Warehouse still hold on?

No one could answer this question for them, including the defenders in the warehouse, and even the Tang swords.

The first floor, which was originally the best shooting range, could no longer be stayed.

The Japanese army's 120mm field guns and nearly 10 infantry guns lowered their muzzles to a terrifying degree, and even blasted their own infantry into the sky.

Almost all the window fortifications on the first floor were blown up, and many shells even hit the first floor lobby before exploding, blowing the fortifications of the inverted triangle ambush array inside the first floor into pieces.

If Tang Dao had not sensed something was wrong from the sudden increase in Japanese artillery fire and ordered all personnel on the first floor to evacuate to the second and third floors, the casualties on the first floor would have been unbearable.

The second and third floors were not safe.

For the first time, the thick wall was damaged on a large scale. The violent explosion caused by three consecutive heavy artillery shells hitting a corner of the window even wrapped up a heavy machine gun group more than five meters away from that place.

The air wave was still blocked by the wall, but the rubble flying everywhere was more terrible than bullets.

The three-man heavy machine gun team was originally crawling behind the firing hole and firing desperately, and was able to avoid most of the rubble, but there were still a lot of rubble that hit them.

The heavy machine gun transferred from the two wings was deformed by the crazy stones, and together with the three heavy machine gun shooters, they were beaten into three blood gourds.

The soldiers not far from them rushed over and carried the three of them into the room. Almost each of them used more than 6 first aid kits to stop the surging blood.

But Tang Dao knew that it was just a consolation. Not only would the large amount of blood loss soon take their lives, but the bacteria carried by the large amount of rubble in their bodies would not have a chance to cause the wound to become infected.

And this time, no one could accompany them, even when they left.

The battle had entered a white-hot stage. There were only about a hundred people in the warehouse, and they were responsible for the defense on three sides. Even the medical soldiers and communication soldiers took their Mauser pistols to their positions.

There were not enough shooting holes. Even though he knew that the Japanese artillery would blow him and the sandbags into pieces at any time, he had to shoot the empty bullets from the guns not far away.

Only when he changed the magazine and clip could he hide behind the wall again.

For the first time, Tang Dao lost control of the battlefield.

He had completely abandoned the rifle, and no matter how accurate the shooting skills were, they were ineffective in front of the crazy Japanese army.

The Japanese army seemed to be completely numb robots. After killing one, the infantry behind him was covered with the blood of his colleagues, and he continued to crawl over the bodies of his colleagues.

This was a battle that could not be any smaller in the great battle between China and Japan, in which millions of troops were involved, but it was undoubtedly a battle destined to be recorded in history.

Even the military history of the Japanese army recorded the battle on the morning of October 31 in great detail after the war.

Because of this battle, while the Chinese defenders were fearless of life and death and brave and tenacious, the Japanese army in the state of attack also showed the same willpower.

The two sides were like gladiators fighting bloody battles in the arena, with sharp points against sharp points. If you stab me, I will also take a step forward and spit blood on your face.

The Chinese live to die.

But the Japanese die to die.

The fierceness of the battle made the reporters from both China and Japan unable to hold their pens tightly.

Tan Tai Mingyue leaned against the corner of the high-rise window with a pale face.

If not, she was afraid that she would fall down because of the severe pain in her heart.

In the morning, she learned that her hero was still in the warehouse. He refused to leave for his brothers.

Can that not-so-handsome face appear again?

Even if it was to refuse her interview!