Chapter 6 The Real Bait

"Lei Xiong, what do you think?" The Army Lieutenant Colonel looked at Tang Dao's back that had disappeared into the darkness in the distance and asked in a low voice.

"What an awesome guy!" Lei Xiong's eyes flashed with surprise as he gave his own evaluation.

"Is it because of his individual skills and tactics?" the Army Lieutenant Colonel was noncommittal.

"No, no, when it comes to individual soldier skills and tactics, it is beyond our reach. But on such a battlefield, no matter how powerful an individual is, he can only be used as a ball. When the Japanese come over with a big cannon, even gods can't withstand it. Stop." Lei Xiong shook his head, with a hint of bitterness on his face. "The best thing about him is his scheming!"

"How do you say that?" A slightly younger captain on the other side asked curiously.

"Remember that before he started, he asked the regimental deputy if he was not afraid of the Japanese knowing that we were here?" Lei Xiong asked.

"Remember, you are saying that he already knows that we have laid out fortifications and minefields, and is not afraid of the Japanese army at all?" The captain took a breath. "This guy's brain is pretty good!"

"It's not just that." Lei Xiong shook his head. "Even if he doesn't shoot, after we complete the layout, we will make noises to alert the Japanese troops and let them know that we are here. If the Japanese troops are arrogant and come rashly, we can give them a hard blow before dawn. Collect some points and pay interest. By tomorrow morning, when the Japanese army has sufficient observation field, it may not be so easy. "

"Guessing the regimental deputy's next plan is only second. The four consecutive gunshots he fired were from single-shot rifles. In that case, the number of Japanese troops searching here would never be more than a small squad. In this way, With the strength he just showed, he will not be in a desperate situation. In this way, he fully demonstrates his strength and brains, and can also complete the proof that the regimental deputy asked him to do. This is killing three birds with one stone!" Lei Xiong was full of eyes! Appreciating it, he turned to look at the Army Lieutenant Colonel: "If this guy can come back alive, regimental deputy, my platoon commander was killed in battle the day before yesterday, he can just take over."

A group of officers were collectively shocked.

Although Tang Dao's performance just now was extremely astonishing, if you want to enter the direct line of the Royal Forest Army such as the 88th Division, you don't have to be very powerful to enter, especially for officers. In order to do so, you must have an officer above the school level as a guarantor, and a major general level nod for permission. Just sign it.

Although Lei Xiong's military rank was only a captain, Major Jin was basically a sure thing. Hearing what he meant, he actually wanted to use his military position as a guarantee to accept this sergeant from the Sichuan Army and serve as his cannon company platoon leader.

The price was too high. If there was anything wrong with that Tang Dao, even if Lei Xiong died in the battle, all his benefits would be taken away.

"Just because of your unclear analysis just now, no!" The Army Lieutenant Colonel snorted, then sighed slightly. "You still underestimate him."

In the firelight, the lieutenant colonel's eyes looking into the distance were even colder.

"He just used the sound of gunfire as bait to lure a small group of Japanese troops to come to prove to us that he is fearless, but in fact, the most important thing is to use the upcoming small group of Japanese troops as bait to lure more Japanese troops to attack I came from Sihang Warehouse.”

Under the moonlight, the Army Lieutenant Colonel's eyes were so cold that it made people feel chilling: "Without more than ten Japanese corpses to stimulate the proud commander of the Imperial Japanese Army, how could they survive at night without the support of aircraft and heavy artillery?" How about attacking our little fortress? If you want to fish, you can’t be stingy with the bait!”

"Regimental deputy, you mean that he just showed his strength, not to scare us, but to tell us that he has the ability to kill more than ten Japanese soldiers?" Lei Xiong took a breath.

"It's not too stupid. If your cannon battery can kill 30 Japs tonight, then I can consider your application." A smile appeared on the face of the Army Lieutenant Colonel. "Go to two people and send them 100 rounds of ammunition and 8 grenades. Follow him and report to me how he killed the Japanese when he comes back."

Before Lei Xiong could speak, the white-faced captain from before turned his eyes slightly, pointed at veteran Youzi and the superior soldier and said, "Li Jijin and Yang Xiaoshan, you two should get familiar with him. You go."

Then he turned around and shouted to the surrounding soldiers: "Brothers of the first company, don't be stunned. Continue to strengthen the fortifications. Wait until the Japanese do not come. If they come, aim and hit me. The regiment deputy can I have spoken, and I will give you a reward if you can kill 30 Japs. My reward, Shangguan Yun, is to find you a powerful platoon leader. Give me some credit, and don’t let the bastards in the machine gun company take advantage of you.”

"How dare you, a Shangguan pretty boy, steal someone I like!" Lei Xiong realized what he was doing and couldn't help but jump to his feet and curse. "Ouch! No, just rob someone, but you're going to scold me for being a jerk with a machine gun."

While everyone's eyes were shocked, more than 90% of the officers were grinning happily.

No one expected that Shangguan Yun, the first company commander from the academy with a bit of a scholarly background, would actually do something like this. Was this because he was trying to be heroic and exposed his true nature?

However, seeing Lei Huhu, who always likes to eat more and occupy more, being so angry that the scholar captain jumped up and down, the other two infantry company commanders didn't know why, why were they so happy?

But Shangguan Yun, who ordered his subordinates not to forget to hurt his colleagues, had already rushed into the warehouse like a gust of wind.

He had to arrange his machine gun fire points and cold gun firing points on the first floor.

After all, it is not that easy to kill 30 Japanese soldiers.

After three months of fighting in Songhu, nearly 700,000 troops fought bloody battles with 300,000 Japanese troops. The total number of Japanese casualties was only 40,000 to 50,000.

This is the battle level. If it is placed in a division or a regiment, it would be even less. The 88th Division's more than 10,000 people killed and wounded no more than 3,000 Japanese soldiers on the front line of the battlefield, and that was already a great achievement.

Of course, the army captain who was busy arranging and trying to snatch people would naturally not think of what kind of history their isolated army would create.

In the past historical ruts, the arrogant Japanese army also suffered a bloody head in front of this solid fortress.

And now, the little butterfly that broke through the air gently flapped his wings.

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Tang Dao seemed to have guessed that someone would follow him, and stopped in the dark, waiting for the two veterans carrying bullet bags and grenades.

However, Tang Dao did not take the bullet bag and grenade, but only took two magazines and put them in his pocket and said domineeringly: "Follow me, keep a distance of fifteen meters."

The two people who had been shocked by Tang Dao's fierce individual skills and tactics that were not like human beings were not surprised at all. Originally, the two were observers, and now it was nothing to act as a mobile arsenal. Naturally, they followed Tang Dao's lead.

The three of them disappeared into the darkness with one in front and two behind.

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On a dilapidated street 800 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse, a team of about fifteen Japanese soldiers in a small squad were searching along the bank of Suzhou River under the leadership of a Japanese sergeant with a flashlight.

Under the moonlight, the Japanese sergeant with a flashlight on his face looked so stinky as if he had just eaten two pieces of Dababa, which were still hot.

Working late at night without sleeping, it was already a 007 work rhythm. It would be strange if anyone could be in a good mood.

As the leader of a 15-man squad, Inoue Mitsuo, who had served in the army for more than six years, was already extremely depressed.

It was hard to fight the Chinese in the cold muddy water for dozens of days, but what really exhausted his courage was watching the bodies of his colleagues being stuffed into body bags and transported to the rear, including several of his fellow countrymen and friends.

Those people will never see the gorgeous cherry blossoms in their hometown again.

After waiting for the stubborn Chinese to retreat, he finally didn't have to soak in the cold muddy water and watch one colleague after another wailing in the fortifications, then die helplessly and become smelly like salted fish.

However, after only a few hours of rest, because of a few gunshots from afar, he was kicked up by the squadron leader with his leather boots and led his squad to search on this battlefield that looked like hell.

It was nothing more than a few Chinese fleeing soldiers! What could they do? What's wrong with searching again during the day? When he thought of the rest of his colleagues sleeping soundly beside the warm bonfire, while he still had to feel the fear of death in the dark, Inoue Mitsuo wanted to stuff his stupid squadron leader's head into the cesspool, eat shit, bastard!

In front of a relatively intact building, Inoue Mitsuo suddenly raised his hand and signaled the team to stop moving forward. The Japanese soldiers, who stretched the team to more than 30 meters long with a distance of two meters between each soldier, stopped their steps in a very disciplined manner, spread out and found a suitable position to be on guard.

Although it was very painful, this was still a battlefield after all. If things went wrong, there would be cold guns. The painful Japanese infantrymen did not want to have no chance to be painful in the future.

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