Chapter 29: Unconventional Operations

Yes, the number of Chinese soldiers in the Sihang Warehouse is still an unsolved mystery for the current Japanese commanders at all levels.

This is also a mystery deliberately created by Tang Dao.

If the number of troops is too small, the Japanese commanders who are stimulated to madness by the large number of casualties may go all out and take human lives.

Such things have happened in the history of the Japanese army, which is known for its stubbornness.

In the Russo-Japanese War that broke out 33 years ago, Nogi Maresuke, who was called a military god by Japanese traitors, used 3 divisions, 2 reserve regiments, and 2 field artillery brigades with a total of 56,000 troops and 386 cannons to launch three general attacks on the 33,000 Russian troops stationed there in order to capture Port Arthur.

It lasted 150 days, the Japanese army rushed forward, blood and flesh flew everywhere, Nogi Maresuke used human waves, tunnels, night attacks, and even organized 3,500 death squads with white cloth tied to their heads to charge, but all ended in failure, and more than 50,000 Japanese soldiers were killed.

To put it bluntly, this guy, who was called a "stupid general" by later military historians, the so-called tactics were nothing in front of him, just a pile of lives, trying to scare the opponent with stupid human wave tactics, and of course the result was a bloody face.

If the Japanese army did this, the number of enemies killed would be gratifying, but the loss of the Sihang Warehouse would be great. More importantly, Tang Dao had to take into account the hundreds of thousands of Chinese civilians in the concession. If the crazy Japanese did not care and called in naval guns and large-caliber artillery, it would be a disaster for the civilians in the concession.

As for those Western countries, Tang Dao knew very well that they were just the same as the Japanese invaders.

In their eyes, weak China is not qualified to make them tear their faces with ambitious Japan.

Even if the concession was bombed, at most, it would be a painless condemnation statement.

That is to say, the current Japanese high-level officials dare not act recklessly without testing the bottom line of the Western world. As the war progresses, they will take the Western world less and less seriously.

But the person currently sitting in the highest position in China has always regarded the Western world as a life-saving straw to save the country. It will eventually be proved by history that it is a joke.

People have to rely on themselves, and so do the country and the nation.

Perhaps the lieutenant colonel of the army also thinks so.

The sky finally turned pale, and dawn came.

In the warehouse, under the shouting of the officers, the soldiers climbed up from their bedding, eating the baked potatoes that the kitchen squads of each company had already prepared, while habitually wiping their guns and carefully checking the bullets that had been loaded in the magazine last night.

Most of the soldiers' faces were tense. Although they had won a small victory in contact with the Japanese last night, these soldiers who had survived hundreds of battles knew that daytime was the moment of the real decisive battle.

The Japanese army would no longer be an infantry squadron. The strongest firepower was only light machine guns and grenade launchers. It would be an infantry battalion or more. The attack on the warehouse would also be replaced by infantry artillery and mountain artillery.

At this time, the morning glow was all over the sky, and the light was getting brighter and brighter. It was already possible to see the situation hundreds of meters away.

Dozens of shit-yellow Japanese corpses still left in front of the minefield 200 meters away from the warehouse were extremely conspicuous in the ruins.

"The Japanese are coming!" With the shout of the soldier on the lookout.

Some soldiers held the unfinished baked potatoes in their mouths, some simply stuffed the potatoes into their arms, or threw them away directly, put on their helmets, carried their guns and carried their bullet bags, and rushed to the battle positions assigned to them last night.

More than 400 meters away from the front of the warehouse, the shit-yellow figures of the Japanese army flickered vaguely in the ruins.

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"Pass on my order. We are approaching the enemy's defense zone. All infantry squads should keep enough distance and watch your step. The Chinese are very cunning."

A Japanese captain hiding behind a broken wall put down his telescope and gave orders to the signalman who followed him.

As the deputy battalion commander of the 1st Infantry Battalion and the captain of the 4th Infantry Squadron, Captain Koizumi Reicheng naturally became the supreme commander of a half-infantry squadron advancing head-on, and he remained vigilant.

It was not because of the heavy losses of the 1st squadron of the idiot Kurokawa Orizo, but because of all the reports of fighting with the Chinese last night.

The Japanese captain who was lying on the camp bed last night was more and more frightened. It seemed that the imperial officers and soldiers were careless and stepped into the trap and were attacked by the heavy firepower of the Chinese, which caused such a huge loss, but there was always a premonition that made him feel that it was not that simple.

After he couldn't sleep, he deduced with the war chess and was surprised to find that even if he knew there was a trap ahead, the imperial officers and soldiers would still choose to rush into it.

Because the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army did not allow them to retreat, especially when they found that the opponent had only two people. Anyone who dared to order a retreat would be condemned by thousands of people.

The strength of the opponent's commander was no longer whether the tactical arrangement was exquisite, but he actually calculated the psychology of his own side.

Such a terrible opponent, what kind of tactics would he use today?

Koizumi Reicheng, who racked his brains, had no idea at all.

He could only let the remnants of the First Infantry Squadron and the Fourth Infantry Squadron under his command, a total of six infantry squads of more than 300 people, be careful and cautious in the process of approaching the battlefield.

Following the order of this cautious Japanese captain, more than 300 Japanese soldiers, with an average distance of at least five meters, slowly advanced in a formation with a cross-sectional width of more than 400 meters.

On the roof of the warehouse.

"Oh! The commander of the little Japanese has learned to be honest today!" Lei Xiong, who was already sitting on the top floor of the Su Luotong twin-mounted machine gun firing seat, looked into the distance with a telescope, his mouth full of disdain.

"Sir, let me do it! If the Japanese army bombards, how dangerous will it be for you here?" A sergeant in his thirties squatting on the side said with a bitter face.

"Boring balls! I have been fighting with the little Japanese for so long, and I still don't know their nature? If I don't find the firing point, will they be willing to waste shells?" Lei Xiong glanced at the squad leader of his heavy machine gun squad and smiled.

"Don't you, Old Li, just want to satisfy your addiction to machine guns? Hehe, then you should wait until I have satisfied my addiction first! Go, prepare five magazines for me, I will kill a lot today."

One magazine has ten shells, and five is fifty. Lei Xiong must be replacing the prodigal son Tang Dao.

Several soldiers brought up the special bullet plates for machine guns from downstairs. The shells, which were thicker than Cuban cigars and shone with a yellow-orange luster, were neatly arranged. Even people who had not experienced war would feel a chill in their hearts when looking at these shells.

You can imagine that a rifle bullet as thick as a little finger will produce a wound the size of a cup mouth when hitting a person. What does it feel like to hit a person with a 20mm caliber shell that is several times thicker?

Perhaps, reality will tell you the answer.

The lookout on the fourth floor of the warehouse.

The lieutenant colonel of the army was also holding a telescope and watching the slowly approaching figures of the Japanese army. At the moment when the Japanese vanguard approached a distance of about 400 meters, he ordered in a cold voice: "Notify Lei Xiong, fire!"

As the signalman downstairs desperately waved the red flag, Lei Xiong aimed the muzzle at the Japanese army in the distance, which was not much bigger than a ping-pong ball, and suddenly stepped on the firing pedal.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The machine gun kept making a heart-pounding muffled sound.

The Battle of Sihang Warehouse officially began.

It was not the Japanese army that fired the first shot, but the Chinese soldiers who took the initiative. To be more precise, it was the Chinese soldiers who fired the first shot.

Xie Jinyuan, the highest commander of the Sihang Warehouse, did an unconventional operation. He did not put his most important firepower point in the most critical moment, but put it in the open from the beginning.

Others may not understand such a coquettish operation, but Tang Dao knows that this is the command art of the lieutenant colonel commander. He has begun his tactics, tactical deception.

Heavy firepower such as machine guns will never be assigned to battalion-level combat units, just as the Japanese army will not assign 92 infantry guns to infantry squadrons and 41-type mountain guns to infantry battalions.