Chapter 128 Naughty Child (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!)

With the help of 120mm field artillery, the Japanese army was indeed much more confident.

The sandbag fortifications that could defend against heavy machine guns were like paper paste under the bombardment of heavy artillery, and they had turned into a pile of broken soil after several consecutive bombardments by the Japanese army.

The first line of defense of Sihang Warehouse was lost before the Japanese infantry began to attack.

Fortunately, when the Japanese heavy artillery began to test fire on the first floor, the lieutenant colonel of the army strictly ordered all officers and soldiers of the first company to retreat to the warehouse and abandon the first line of defense. Otherwise, just because of those few guns, the third row of Tang Dao would lose half an infantry squad.

The hot sweat on the face of the old soldier Youzi, who had already become a deputy platoon leader, was about to flow into a stream. The 120mm field artillery made this old soldier who had experienced countless life and death battlefields feel the crisis.

After sweeping away all the fortifications in the trenches on the front line, two 120mm heavy guns began to aim at the building and shoot. After more than 20 consecutive shells, the solid walls of the Sihang Warehouse were no longer as indestructible as before, and more than a dozen shocking pits were left on the walls like scars.

Two windows that were completely blocked by sandbags were directly hit by large-caliber cannons and completely exploded. The armor-piercing shells with extremely terrible penetrating power used kinetic energy to blow the sandbag fortifications into powder, and even had enough energy to continue rushing forward, shooting directly into a wall in the building, blowing a big hole in the wall.

Fortunately, Tang Dao had already anticipated the horror of large-caliber cannons. All the soldiers who were not in combat positions hid in the corners with thicker walls to avoid casualties.

By the way, Tang Dao is no longer the third platoon leader of the company. After the artillery attack on the machine gun position ambushed by the Japanese army last night, the lieutenant colonel of the army issued a promotion order again.

Shangguan Yun, the commander of the first company, was promoted to deputy battalion commander, becoming the third person in the warehouse defenders.

Lei Xiong, the most senior commander of the machine gun company, refused the promotion himself. He did not want to leave his brothers in the machine gun company. His machine gun company, because it needed to undertake fire support tasks, was the company with the most casualties in this warehouse defense battle. Lei Xiong, who was red-eyed, roared and could not be suppressed by the sound of the gun: I will not be promoted, even if I die, I will die with my brothers.

Of course, if he became the deputy battalion commander, I am afraid that Major Lei Xiong would not be able to personally serve as a machine gun shooter like he is now, which should be one of the reasons.

The other two infantry company commanders naturally did not have too many ideas because of their less seniority.

Shangguan Yun was promoted, and the position of the company commander of the first company was vacant. Originally, in terms of seniority, it was Leng Feng, the deputy company commander of the first company, but Leng Feng took the initiative to find two commanders and recommended Tang Dao as the company commander of the first company. The lieutenant colonel of the army who had originally favored Tang Dao naturally went with the flow and ordered Tang Dao to be promoted to the company commander of the first company.

Unintentionally, Tang Dao created a promotion record in the Imperial Guards. In three days and four nights, he was promoted from a sergeant to a captain, and he was appointed as the actual commander of the main company. Moreover, the troops did not suffer major losses and the chief officers were still alive.

This can only be described as a miracle.

At the same time, because the position was vacant, the veteran Li Jiujin, who had been promoted to second lieutenant, became the platoon leader of the third platoon, and Lao Hei was the deputy platoon leader.

Yang Xiaoshan and Niu Erze were transferred to the company headquarters by Tang Dao as guards, and Erya, the original platoon communicator, became the company headquarters communicator.

But the joy of promotion was soon diluted by the sacrifices during the day.

The second platoon, which defended the first floor with the third platoon, suffered trauma when the Japanese army attacked. Because of the threat of 120 field artillery, all machine gun teams were actually very careful, and often rolled into the bunker after a long burst.

But in the end, there were still two groups who did not have time to hide in the bunker during a desperate shooting, and unfortunately encountered the terrible impact of the 120 field artillery.

A sinful shell exploded above the sandbag fortifications, and the huge shock wave directly rolled up the main and deputy gunners of the machine gun team three or four meters high and then threw them five or six meters away.

The two soldiers who spit out purple-black blood stopped breathing before the arrival of the medical soldiers.

Although another group was firing at the shooting hole, a field gun exploded almost less than half a meter away from the shooting hole. The air wave and the high temperature generated by the explosion and the shrapnel drilled into the shooting hole, blowing the main gunner into a sieve. Even with more than a dozen first aid kits, they could not stop the blood gushing out of his body. The large amount of blood loss took his life completely in just a few minutes.

The deputy gunner was directly cut into the chest by a shrapnel. There were only medical soldiers here, no doctors, and they could only watch him lying in the arms of his comrades, calling softly for his mother and dying peacefully an hour later.

Grief, but only face it.

Light machine gun shooters became the branch with the highest casualty rate on the battlefield at this time, but they had to go.

Although the Japanese infantry was only feinting more than 200 meters away, they were like a group of sharks that kept swimming. Once they smelled the weakness in the warehouse, they would pounce and tear everyone in the warehouse to pieces.

The tyranny of the 120 field artillery was unparalleled.

Seeing this, Jiro Wakiita, who arrived in the second-line trench in person, was excited.

Damn it, if he had made up his mind to transfer heavy artillery to help earlier, perhaps his 36th Infantry Regiment would have shown the bravery of the Imperial Japanese Army, and occupying this fortress would not be as difficult as imagined.

The extremely low morale of the Japanese army for several consecutive days seemed to be improved at this moment. Looking at the Sihang Warehouse, which was full of smoke and even looked a little embarrassed under the bombardment of its own heavy artillery, cheers of "Board! Long live His Majesty the Emperor! The Empire's military fortune is prosperous!" came one after another.

The lieutenant colonel frowned. Only two 120mm heavy artillery pieces were so terrifying. If the Japanese army transferred a few more, they could use this cannon with terrible penetration to knock open the thick wall little by little without infantry attack. At that time, whether the building could withstand it or not was not mentioned first, and all the firepower points would be completely exposed to the firepower of the Japanese army.

Then, the advantage would be lost, and the only way was to fight to the death.

"Tang Dao, if you can hold on until the evening, can you blow up the Japanese heavy artillery? This artillery poses a great threat to us." The lieutenant colonel of the army subconsciously asked Tang Dao first.

Subconsciously, the lieutenant colonel of the army believed that Tang Dao would definitely be able to do it, even though he knew it was a seemingly impossible task.

"Sir! Blowing it up is not a problem, but I think it is not very meaningful. Since the Japanese army can transfer two guns, they may be able to transfer more after they are blown up." Tang Dao shook his head very rarely.

"Can we finally not defend this place?" A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the lieutenant colonel of the army.

"Whether we can hold the position or not depends not on us, but on those people!" Tang Dao's eyes flashed coldly. "Sir, forgive me for being blunt, maybe we will receive a tougher military order tonight!"

"Really? The Japanese army is just rehashing old stuff, relying on heavy artillery to intimidate the Westerners in the concession to oppress our high-level officials and force our troops to withdraw. There is nothing new about it." The lieutenant colonel heard what Tang Dao meant, but he did not lose heart. Instead, he seemed to be inspired by the predicament, and there was a chill in his tiger eyes.

"In that case, I will let the devils take a good look. They may be able to play tricks, but they can't attack by force, at least not here."

"Lei Xiong!"

"Yes!"

"Order your machine gun company, don't be petty, fire at me with full firepower.

Isn't it a feint attack? Then I will let you bleed a little more. Tell the brothers in the machine gun company to let go of the firepower points and grenade launchers, and focus on the infantry, all the infantry you can see."

Tang Dao sighed slightly.

He knew that the supreme commander had already prepared to evacuate.

Because he was no longer planning to save ammunition.

When the Sihang Warehouse put up a full-scale resistance, the Japanese army became cowardly. After suffering dozens of casualties, they completely stopped and even stopped firing the 120mm field guns.

This forced the Japanese military reporter Fukuyama Osamu to quietly tear up a passionate battlefield essay he had just written.

In fact, the colonel was like a naughty child who immediately became honest after being beaten. He could remain silent, but he could not shamelessly sing praises for him...

This, he really couldn't do!