Chapter 45: Execution Is so Strong

Could it be that he would lose a full-strength infantry squad in just the first battle?

Bei Cang Man knew that if this was the case, he might get a medal, but it would have nothing to do with him.

Because he would become a commander who suffered 25% casualties after only one round of fighting. That would not only set a record for the battalion, regiment, and brigade, but might even be the best in the entire division!

The reason he was not slapped in the face might be because Amaterasu stole his mother.

If he wanted to save them, he had to rescue those guys who were suffering in hell.

With a slight turn of his eyes, Bei Cang Man saw the four-story building about 200 meters away from his position, diagonally opposite the Sihang Warehouse.

According to the regulations of the drill manual, a vanguard squad must first check the safety of the building before entering, but at this time, he couldn't care so much, he had to rescue his subordinates.

"Order the second squad on the left wing to take their machine guns and grenade launchers to bypass the four-story building, use its height to suppress the Chinese firepower on the roof, and cover the first squad until it withdraws.

At the same time, fire a red flare and ask Major Hide Toyoda for help." Kitakura Mandu ordered quickly and decisively.

This is the only thing he can do for his subordinates.

In the distance, the combat staff in the headquarters of the Japanese 1st Infantry Battalion, which was 800 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse, saw the red flare fired by the left wing and hurriedly reported to Toyoda Hide who was calling the artillery squadron.

"Captain, Captain Kitakura on the left wing sent a signal for help!"

"Oh?" Toyota Hide, who received this bad news just after hanging up the phone, showed anger on his face, but it was not what he should have. At that moment, it gave people an indescribable feeling of weirdness.

Is the major mad? The lieutenant operations staff said that he really didn't understand the weirdness on his boss's face, so he could only lower his eyelids and pretend that he didn't see anything.

Obviously, the lieutenant staff was more familiar with being an official than most people. The boss's expression often represented his behavior. He needed to flatter him to be happy, and in this case! Speaking less was the most correct choice.

He certainly didn't know the complexity of the Japanese major's heart at the moment. If Kitakura Mandu succeeded in one battle, then Major Toyota Hide would become a background board, the negative one.

After all, his 1st Infantry Battalion had previously suffered more than 100 casualties in two small-scale encounters with the remnants of the Chinese army. No one had the ability to wipe them out quietly, right?

The left-wing battlefield had repeated several times, with some losses, and then finally succeeded, which was the most ideal result in his mind.

Toyota Hide even played a little trick for this, not saying that the remnants of this Chinese army were somewhat different from the Chinese army he had encountered before.

As a result, Kitakura Mandu was frustrated, which was quite in line with his wishes.

That is, the degree of frustration was beyond his expectation. He even fired a red flare to request full tactical support. He was almost crying!

It didn't matter that the idiot Bei Cang Mandu was crying. His 1st Infantry Battalion had to go into battle and fight the Chinese.

The artillery squadron sent by the regiment was still looking for a firing range to ensure that the shells would not fall into the concession. Wouldn't this let the imperial warriors advance against the Chinese machine guns and heavy machine guns?

But if he didn't provide tactical support, he could definitely imagine that at the post-war summary meeting, the distorted pig-headed face of the captain of the 3rd Infantry Battalion Yin Tengzhongji would curse at him.

That guy was born as a lowly fisherman, and he didn't care about the elegance of the nobility. But his mother had once been a maid in the palace, and there was a story behind it that made people imagine...

A black and thick man who might be related to His Majesty the Emperor, Toyota Hide had a headache when he thought of this.

After struggling for more than a minute, the Japanese major finally gave the order:

"Order: The 1st Infantry Squadron and the 4th Infantry Squadron move forward to 400 meters in front of the enemy's position, gather all grenade launchers and choose a suitable angle to attack the enemy's rooftop firepower point.

At the same time, let them each send out an infantry squad to carry out a feint attack to reduce the pressure on the left wing position, the battalion heavy machine gun squadron will cover from the front and two wings, and the battalion artillery squad infantry artillery will focus on bombarding its bottom fortifications."

Obviously, after losing more than a hundred soldiers, Toyota Hide was unwilling to launch a strong attack before the Chinese heavy firepower point was cleared by the artillery, and ordered his subordinates to feint and contain, but it was also for the sake of the 3rd Infantry Battalion Captain, who was a rude bastard with an inexplicable origin.

It was still effective for more than a dozen grenade launchers to throw grenades on the roof so frantically. It was almost equivalent to throwing grenades on the roof from 400 meters away. Perhaps because of the lack of vision and the fortifications on the roof, the casualties were not great, but they had to hide, right?

The four mortars on the roof were not only forced to reduce the frequency of firing, but also pulled out two to fight back against the grenade launchers in front. The two Japanese infantry guns more than 700 meters away were lucky to be preserved after losing seven or eight artillerymen.

The area where the grenadiers on the roof were located was naturally the focus of the Japanese grenade launchers. The roof was bombed into a mess, and the frequency of throwing grenades far away was naturally not as high as before, which allowed the remaining thirty or so Japanese troops who were almost crying due to the flying shrapnel to breathe a sigh of relief.

Like them, their captain, Bei Cang Mandu, also took a breath. At that time, he was so grateful to Major Toyota Hide that he almost felt that he would accompany him in any way he wanted.

Seeing that the Chinese attack on the roof had greatly reduced, Bei Cang Mandu's originally cold fighting spirit was somewhat rekindled.

If his 2nd Infantry Squadron occupied the building and used the height of the building to suppress the firepower on the roof, could the demolition team on the ground continue to move forward? So as to achieve the goal of winning the battle in one battle?

In the field of vision of the Japanese captain's telescope, more than 50 people in his 2nd Infantry Squadron were maneuvering at high speed in the ruins, marching more than 300 meters, avoiding the firing range of the Chinese machine guns, and entering the building.

From a distance, the khaki figures looked like a group of dung beetles that had discovered dung balls, running very fast.

Tactical execution, awesome.

On the concession building hundreds of meters away.

The brigadier general of the British Empire narrowed his eyes behind the telescope: "The Chinese commander is still a little narrow-minded after all!"

"If I were him..."

Inside the warehouse building.

Tang Dao lay in a bowl-sized observation hole at the corner of the third floor of the building, quietly watching the khaki figures more than 200 meters away from the side and front one after another into the building, until the last one.

He exhaled lightly, the reaction of the Japanese commander was much slower than he thought!

"Order..."

"Remind our people on the shore to crawl on the ground! Shout in Sichuan dialect! Time limit, 30 seconds!"