Chapter 25 The Japanese Army Is Just a Walnut

"Ugh..."

Looking at his subordinates who were covered in dirt and had one arm hanging, as if they had been beaten up for stealing something, the Major Toyota Hide, who had a livid face after listening to the report, made an extremely strange sound in his throat.

He was not simply disgusted by the stupid tactics of his subordinates, and of course, it was not that the Japanese major with a slightly bulging belly and a plump general's belly was really pregnant. That was, a mouthful of old blood surged from his chest and was swallowed back by Toyota Hide.

Originally, the moon was in the sky, the enemy was fleeing, and the army was marching straight in. It was a very pleasant time for the general, but this beautiful mood had been overshadowed by the Chinese with 20 soldiers' bodies an hour ago, which was already quite irritating.

But what the Japanese major did not expect was that an hour later, the Chinese who were getting more and more aggressive simply threw a bucket of manure on top.

As the most powerful 1st Infantry Squadron under Toyota Hide, with a full complement of nearly 200 people, 60% of them are veterans who have experienced the entire battle. They have always been the sharpest knife in Toyota Hide's hand, and they will win the battle and defend firmly, and they are invincible.

But in just over an hour, this knife became blunt.

No, it should be said that it was broken.

If it was because he went to attack the fortress and attacked too hard, causing his mouthful of big teeth to be broken, Toyota Hide can completely understand it.

At least, it can show that we are brave and iron-headed, right? Our Imperial Japanese Army has always been such an iron-headed person. We win or lose, and we still fight, which is in line with the spirit of the samurai.

But what is it now? A mere close reconnaissance, you only brought back ** ten people from less than 200 people. What the hell?

That's right, Kurokawa Weaving's two infantry squads that were just fully replenished three days ago collapsed "wisely" under the command of more than a dozen machine guns.

But being on the battlefield doesn't mean you can just run away if you want to. The crazy Chinese didn't mean to be stingy with bullets at all. They chased them and shot them more than 400 meters away.

So, together with a dozen people in the squadron, a total of more than 120 people on the left and right wings didn't have time to shoot a few bullets at the Chinese who were attacking their friendly forces, and they were hit by crazy machine gun bullets.

More than a dozen people were killed on the spot, and nearly twenty were mowed down by Chinese machine guns during the subsequent escape. Now, more than 80 people who can still stand in front of their major captain who is swallowing blood deep in his throat are the result of the wounded, including those lying on stretchers.

As for the infantry squad that was besieged by the crazy firepower of the Chinese, what else can be said? Although the few scouts who stayed outside the battle area of ​​​​the two sides to observe have not come back to report, both Toyota Hide and Kurokawa Weaving have already attributed those dozens of people to the end of shattering.

It's not that they don't want to rescue, but according to the comparison of firepower between the two sides at that time, it is very likely that the entire infantry squadron will be trapped.

"Captain Toyota, according to the firepower displayed by the enemy, there is at least one infantry regiment of the Chinese in that building."

Kurokawa Orizo could only use the enemy's strength to cover up his incompetence, otherwise, he was afraid that the angry superior would ask him to open his stomach to thank His Majesty who was still on the main island.

That was really miserable. Not only did His Majesty not see it at all, but more importantly, he had to use a knife to draw a cross on his belly, and then watch the yellow-green intestines flow out, and he was dying of pain.

Although it was the honor of being crowned as a special samurai, the Japanese lieutenant did not want to have this treatment at all. If possible, he wanted to live well. At the very least, let him die on the battlefield, at least he could earn a good reputation for his family.

"An infantry regiment?" Toyota Hide almost jumped out of his teeth to ask this unscientific question.

How shameless does it take to lie about military intelligence like this?

Can you put a 2,000-man infantry regiment in a building for me? Even if there are not 2,000, more than 1,000 people can be squeezed in. Do you think it's canned fish?

He wanted to kill the bastard who once brought him glory, but he couldn't do it. Toyota Hide glared at his dusty subordinates, his face twisted like a ghost.

"They have four Maxim heavy machine guns and more than ten light machine guns firing together. If they are not an infantry regiment, they definitely don't have such firepower. The Chinese who ambushed our troops in front are all holding German submachine guns. Those with such equipment must be the elite troops of China." Kurokawa Weaving continued to fight hard to save his life.

Toyota Hide gritted his teeth and looked at the map hanging on the wall of the temporary command post. He finally saw the small words of the Sihang Warehouse on the map. Seeing the stiff face of a certain major, the brigade staff behind him quickly shook the phone and asked the brigade headquarters to inquire about the information about the Sihang Warehouse.

When all the information about the Sihang Warehouse was reported to Toyota Hide by the combat staff in a low voice a few minutes later, Toyota Hide's face was stiff.

Perhaps Kurokawa Weaving was not talking nonsense. Other buildings might not be able to accommodate an infantry regiment, but a building covering an area of ​​20,000 square meters and more than 20 meters high could definitely accommodate it.

If this was true, Kurokawa Weaving's failure would not be too difficult to accept, and he finally found a reason to explain to his superiors the heavy losses in tonight's battle.

He did not speak for a full minute, and silently turned his head to face a thousand meters away.

What came from the distance was no longer fierce gunfire and explosions, but deafening cheers.

That was a huge wave of sound that could only be made by tens of thousands of people.

The Japanese major tightly grasped the command knife hanging on the side of his leg, and suddenly pulled it out. When the Japanese lieutenant's facial muscles twitched violently, he pointed to a thousand meters away and said coldly:

"Pass the order down, all infantry companies, recall all search teams, the whole army will rest for 5 hours, cook at 5 o'clock in the morning, and the whole army will be organized to approach the Sihang Warehouse at 6 o'clock; in addition, report to the commander of the regiment and the commander of the brigade, we hope to get the help of the division artillery regiment, so as to destroy the remaining enemies in the Sihang Warehouse in one fell swoop."

"Hi!" The lieutenant messenger beside him bowed his head heavily.

Looking at Kurokawa Orizo who had been hanging his head, the bloodshot eyes were almost jumping, and his voice was extremely cold: "Kurokawa, the shame suffered by your unit must be washed by your own unit. I will give you another infantry squad tonight. Tomorrow you will be the vanguard of the whole army. Do you dare to take this important task?"

"Hi! I will definitely live up to the captain's trust this time." Kurokawa Orizo bowed his head heavily to accept the order.

This also concealed the bitterness in his eyes. The Japanese lieutenant knew that he could not escape the fate of death after all.

The so-called vanguard sounds good, but it is just cannon fodder to test the Chinese troops and firepower points.

If the Chinese really have an infantry regiment as he imagined, the hundreds of people under his command would probably not be qualified to enter the building and would all die within a hundred meters.

I hope that the bragging he just mustered up the courage to do is not true.

Otherwise, the Chinese would not have run out of the building to ambush his unlucky infantry squad with only dozens of people. When the Chinese have sufficient troops, they are used to beating up the few with more people, right?

This is probably the only reason that supported this unlucky Japanese lieutenant from crying at night.

This veteran Japanese lieutenant obviously did not realize that after these two small-scale encounters at night, his once invincible pride of the Imperial Japanese Army had been beaten to dust.

The most common thought in his mind now is to hope that the opponent's troops are insufficient so that he can continue to live.

This is the truth. All the strength in this world comes from whether the fist is hard enough. As long as it is hard enough, even the hardest walnut can be broken through its hard shell to see the fragile kernel inside.

The Japanese army is that walnut.

The Japanese lieutenant who has lost the belief in victory is a small shell on that walnut.

And now, this shell has been broken.