Chapter 81 Snail in the Dark

"Why are you panicking!" Tang Dao's faint Sichuan voice sounded in the darkness.

"Since you want to do a sneak attack, let him do it. Otherwise, do you think the enemy's ammunition at night was wasted?"

Tang Dao was very calm, but that didn't mean that all the soldiers were calm.

Leng Feng, who was next door, heard the commotion and jumped up. He led his first platoon and tiptoed into their respective fighting positions along with Tang Dao and the third platoon.

Since the Japanese came for a sneak attack, the defenders of the warehouse would naturally not scare them away with any fanfare. It was necessary to give them a hard blow.

The bonfire outside the warehouse had long been extinguished. Looking through the observation hole, it was completely dark, and the so-called Japanese troops could not be seen at all.

Even if I open my eyes wide, I can only see darkness, my ears are straightened, and no sound can be heard except the gentle breathing of the comrades beside me.

If it had been anyone else, even Captain Shangguan Yun, the soldiers who had discovered nothing would not have dared to say anything and would have been unable to avoid secretly cursing in their hearts.

But this is what Tang Dao said. From the night before yesterday to the entire day yesterday, he had accurately predicted almost all the tactics of the Japanese army. One time might be a coincidence, two times could be called a fluke, but several times in a row it became inertia.

Habitual trust.

Even the lieutenant colonel of the army who received the news sent a messenger to ask Tang Dao if he needed to notify the entire army to take up battle positions. Tang Dao replied that he had already prepared and there was no need for the entire army to be on alert. The remaining companies continued to repair. .

It was not until a full quarter of an hour later, while Leng Feng was waiting with his eyes widened, that bricks fell from a seemingly ruined building dozens of meters away from the flank, and an inaudible impact was heard, finally letting the experienced army officer The lieutenant was sure that the Japanese had really come over.

Moreover, he also resorted to low-level stone throwing to ask for directions.

"Brother Tang, how did you know that the Japanese were coming this time?" Leng Feng could only express his admiration again. "But this time, don't tell me about your intuition again!"

The Japanese might come for a sneak attack. This was everyone's guess. It was just that no one knew when the Japanese would come. But Tang Dao, who had slept for a long time, knew it so accurately. Knowing the time of the Japanese arrival, Leng Feng, who already knew that Tang Dao was very powerful, still wanted to know the answer.

If Tang Dao still answers his intuition, maybe no one can refute it, but maybe Tang Dao still has a good ear! Or other tactical techniques?

Not only did he want to know more about Tang Dao, but Lieutenant Leng also asked with the intention of digging as much as he could.

"Of course it's not intuition!" Tang Dao chuckled.

Lieutenant Tang had a new trick, and everyone's eyes lit up, and they held their breath and pricked up their ears.

Then he saw Tang Dao touching the head of ‘Hammer’ who was limping and insisting on following him, and said, “Who said, we have a dog!”

Is it that simple? Everyone was stunned!

But it seems like there's nothing wrong with it. Dogs' hearing is much better than that of humans.

Niu Er nodded his head wildly. As a hunter, he was very aware of the dog's sense of hearing and smell. A dog could distinguish the footsteps of its owner and a stranger from a distance of nearly a hundred meters.

"No wonder, sir, you have already prepared for a rainy day!" Yang Xiaoshan suddenly realized as he recalled Tang Dao's move to take the 'hammer' away from the house at great risk the night before. "At that time I thought you were greedy for dog meat!"

The hair on Hammer stood on end and he growled at Yang Xiaoshan.

That means, whoever wants to eat dog meat will be in a hurry with the dog.

Tang Dao smiled slightly, patted the little head of 'Hammer', telling it to calm down, and looked out of the observation hole with focused eyes.

The warehouse became quiet again. Everyone knew that the Japanese were about to come over, but they didn't know if they would be fooled.

After the tug-of-war with the Japanese army on setting fires and putting out fires, Tang Daoke led a group of people to make arrangements for a while.

. . . . . . .

A man in black was lying in the ruins more than 30 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse. His name was Nancheng Xinyi, and he was a second lieutenant under Koizumi Reicheng. Colonel Jiro Wakiba personally promised him that if he attacked the Chinese tonight Operation "Glory" is successful and he will become the captain of the 1st Infantry Squadron.

The huge temptation of being promoted to two levels in a row made the Japanese second lieutenant from a humble background completely forget the fear of possibly dying in battle, and bravely accepted this mission.

The outstanding graduate of the Non-commissioned Officer Academy had a calmness that was different from his military rank. After throwing a stone and hitting a tile more than ten meters away and making a sound, he had not moved for five minutes.

The Chinese observation post on the roof of the building was very alert. After hearing the noise, they first threw a torch from a distance without finding any clues. After two minutes, they even had the luxury of shooting out a flare and observed it for a long time before giving up.

But Nancheng Xinyi still didn't move, and waited for nearly a quarter of an hour before taking advantage of the moment when the moon emerged from the dark clouds to make a gesture to the rear.

There were a lot of Japanese soldiers behind him, more than 20 of them, all dressed in black and covered with black masks. If they had a samurai sword on their backs, they would look like ninjas in cartoons. the same.

But this group of Japanese soldiers who are armed to the teeth are much more powerful than the so-called ninjas who can only rely on the turtle style to hide and throw darts to hurt people, at least in terms of lethality.

There is a 38-type bayonet strapped to the left waist, a Southern-style pistol to the right, an explosive pack and an engineer shovel on the back, and a bunch of melon grenades hanging on the chest, making him look like a modified version of Drifter.

What kind of special attack team is that? It's clearly a group of death squads. Just looking at their equipment, they have a heroic spirit of not being able to kill you but splashing you with blood.

Of course, Lieutenant Nancheng is not a reckless man. He knows that only those who are alive are qualified to wear the rank of captain. Otherwise, he can only put a captain's collar badge on the wooden box wrapped in white cloth, but what's the use of that?

What's more, on the other side of the warehouse, there is another death squad with the same equipment and the same number of people as him. The leader, Lieutenant Suzuki Imitsu, also has strong military literacy and command ability.

What really made him brave enough to accept this task was the careful plan arranged in advance by Colonel Jiro Wakiita.

First, a large amount of bullets and artillery fire were exchanged for the Chinese's incendiary materials, and finally the Chinese defenders who were short of supplies gave up. Fifteen meters away from the warehouse, it was pitch black, and the local tyrant temperament was firmly grasped.

After approaching and observing, Lieutenant Colonel Yin Tengzhong had basically recorded all the blind spots around the warehouse. Moreover, since the defenders in the warehouse relied on the observation holes for observation, even the observation posts on the rooftop had limited vision. The Chinese people on the south bank of Suzhou River finally quieted down as the night deepened and could no longer serve as the eyes and ears of the defenders.

However, the most confident thing was naturally the dark night.

The death squad in black clothes and black masks was simply integrated with the night, and they almost looked down on themselves. Oh no! It was that they couldn't see clearly.

In order to sneak in in the dark, they spent two hours, and a few idiots got lost in the ruins and haven't followed them yet.

Like a row of snails sprayed with black paint, Lieutenant Nancheng and his men spent another quarter of an hour crawling through the ruins for more than 20 meters in a nearly crawling state. At least half of them had already crossed the empty trenches. Looking at the warehouse that was so close and without any lights, like a sleeping monster, they finally let go of their worries.

He succeeded!

Not to mention that the sentinels had not discovered it yet, even if they had, he would not be very afraid.

He was now at the southeast corner of the building, which was a blind spot for shooting. Unless the defenders rushed out of the building, neither machine guns nor rifles could effectively shoot at them.