Chapter 59: Massive Attack

From the perspective of Tan Tai Ming Yue.

It can be clearly seen that a large group of Japanese infantrymen, like a group of khaki rats, are firmly pressing towards the front of the Sihang Warehouse.

Without counting, just by visual estimation, the Japanese army will definitely not deploy less than 500 troops to the front battlefield this time.

Yes, in the first wave alone, Toyota Show dispatched two and a half infantry squadrons.

Half of the squadron is naturally Kurokawa Weaving, the big idiot who made the Japanese colonel suffer a slap in the face from Jiro Wakibata, and his subordinates.

The so-called sharp knife is just a synonym for cannon fodder at this moment.

Of course, the Japanese major is not stupid enough to really lead the charge with bare arms and a fat belly. Such a role belongs to the unlucky Kurokawa Weaving, who has taken off his military uniform in the autumn wind, revealing his strong muscles and a lot of goose bumps.

When the gunfire from both wings sounded, the Japanese lieutenant colonel stood in front of his 500 troops and issued a battle declaration:

"Gentlemen, this attack will fail or we will die. I am with you."

Then, instead of pulling out his sharp command knife in his usual pretentious way, he pulled out the bastard box in his waist holster, aimed at the warehouse and roared: "Empire, military fortune is prosperous! Forward!"

"Board!"

Teams of Japanese soldiers roared loudly, followed their commanders into the pre-planned route, and marched forward.

The huge roar of the diesel engine that followed also spread throughout the battlefield at this time.

The Japanese tanks officially debuted.

Yes, what caused Tan Tai Mingyue to be terrified and trembled all over was not how many troops the Japanese army had invested, but that the Japanese army actually invested four tanks in the first wave of attack on the front battlefield.

Two Type 94 and two Type 89 tanks, trailing thick black smoke, roared out of the narrow alley, passed through the Japanese army ranks, and passed through the gaps in the semi-permanent fortifications that the Japanese army had built, with their gun muzzles pointed high at the Sihang Warehouse, just like a general waving a sharp spear at his opponent in front of a formation of thousands of cavalry in ancient times.

That grim muzzle is much more terrifying than a spear.

"Boom!" The two 57mm tank guns of the two Type 89 tanks fired straight, blasting a simple sandbag fortification in front of the gate of the Sihang Warehouse into powder.

The eight heavy machine guns on the front wings also screamed.

"Da Da Da!"

In the sun, eight visible whips hit the front wall and sandbags of the Sihang Warehouse fiercely, and the dust stirred up by the bullets splashed up, looking like flowers from a distance.

The flower of death.

"Long live the empire!" 500 Japanese soldiers shouted with abandon.

The engines of the two medium tanks roared, black smoke billowed, and the tracks began to roll, moving towards the Sihang Warehouse. The smaller Type 94 tanks on the left and right also began to move forward.

Lieutenant Kurokawa Orizo, who was covered with goose bumps by the autumn wind in southeast China, followed the two Type 89 tanks with the last two infantry squads under his command, like chicks following two old hens.

That is, the chicks were smoked by the black smoke of their own tanks...

They haven't even started fighting yet, just like they just walked around the African savannah.

"The Japanese army is so brave that they are not afraid of poisonous smoke!" A Western reporter quietly drafted the title of his column today.

The two reconnaissance Type 94 tanks, which are not much larger than QQ cars, may have limited bullet-proof surfaces, so two small teams followed them sparsely.

Perhaps it was because they thought they could kill the machine guns, or perhaps the artillery in the newly built semi-permanent fortifications on both sides gave them enough confidence.

The four tanks didn't even bother to hide their tracks, and they advanced in a straight line toward the Sihang Warehouse, ramming through any wall that hadn't collapsed.

If there were any houses that hadn't completely collapsed, the 57mm tank gun would have fired and destroyed them, with the terrible tracks crushing the ruins and advancing with great determination.

The remaining more than 300 infantrymen followed more than 150 meters away, crouching and using the cover of the ruins to approach the warehouse in a scattered line.

Although the artillery hidden in the semi-permanent fortifications had not yet fired, the black muzzles that poked out from them showed their eagerness.

There was no doubt that if the Chinese heavy firepower point in front of the warehouse building dared to fire, it would be their main target.

The lieutenant colonel standing behind the observation hole on the fourth floor had a gloomy face, and looked at the Japanese army's advance for a long time without speaking.

Obviously, the arrogant appearance of the Japanese tanks was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Could the Japanese commander be so sure that the machine guns were destroyed? Or, what other tricks did the Japanese army have?

At this moment, except for Lei Xiong, who was still beside the lieutenant colonel of the army, the other three infantry company commanders and Tang Dao all entered their own positions.

"Sir!" Lei Xiong looked at the commander in deep thought with a sharp gaze.

The commander of the machine gun company obviously hoped that his supreme commander would withdraw the previous order and put the two machine guns under his command into battle.

That was naturally not a change of orders, but the Japanese tanks did not appear before, but now they have come! All deployments must change with different battle situations, right?

The lieutenant colonel of the army still shook his head slowly and rejected Lei Xiong's request for battle.

For ordinary officers and soldiers in the battle, this is a battle about who will live and who will die, but for the supreme commanders of both sides, it is more of a psychological game.

Just like on the poker table, both sides keep playing cards to test the opponent's depth. Whoever can't help but reveal his biggest trump card first will lose the initiative.

And the current poker table is not fair. Every time the Sihang Warehouse, which has no retreat and no backup, takes out a trump card, it will be one less, and it will be closer to the final defeat.

It seems very tempting to hook out four Japanese tanks and nearly 500 infantrymen, but for the lieutenant colonel of the army, it is not enough.

He is betting that the Japanese army is not only the offensive that is currently presented.

On the battlefield, as the Japanese tanks move forward with great determination, the soldiers hiding in the trenches who have not received the order to shoot have dry mouths at the same time.

They have dealt with those iron lumps in the Battle of Songhu. The 20mm machine guns and 37mm anti-tank guns in the regiment can effectively deal with them. At a distance of 500 meters, they can penetrate their iron shells and destroy them.

However, after the Japanese army lost a tank, their artillery would lock the position of the anti-tank guns, and then concentrate their artillery fire to bombard them. By mid-October, the 524th Regiment, which was on the front line, had lost all its anti-tank guns and machine guns.

For the remaining half a month, whenever the iron lumps appeared, the infantry could only figure out how to deal with them.

The simplest and easiest way was for the demolition team to carry explosive packs or cluster grenades to blow up those terrible iron lumps.

However, to blow them up, they first had to get within at least five meters, but that was not as easy as imagined.

Or in other words, it was extremely difficult.

The Type 89 tank was also equipped with heavy machine guns and accompanied by infantry. Often, to blow up such a tank, at least one infantry squad had to suffer casualties.

Sometimes, even an infantry squad suffered casualties and finally blew up the tank's tracks, but still could not destroy it, and could only watch the Japanese repair vehicle drag the damaged tank back.

And within a day or two, the iron lumps that were not completely blown up returned to the bloody battlefield to massacre the infantry.

It can be said that tanks are the nightmare of pure infantry.

And now, there are four of them. With only rifles and submachine guns in their hands, even if there are heavy machine guns in the firepower points above their heads, the soldiers are still nervous because of the roar of the steel behemoth engine.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, in fact, even veteran squad leaders like Liu Datou and Lao Hei are trembling slightly, and the cigarettes that were originally in their mouths were extinguished in the trenches.