Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 107 A life-threatening war of attrition! (Please vote on Monday, all kinds of tickets!)

 The first tactical intention should be the core of today's battle, which is to cover the engineers digging tunnels. There is nothing wrong with this.

 But the second so-called fire cover for the infantry is naturally the prelude to a storming attack.

And a strong attack, through yesterday's battle, has been proven to be the stupidest tactic. Why is this person still stubbornly using it?

Recalling the position of the Chinese army's logistics equipment, the Japanese military commander Zona still didn't understand the real reason why he stubbornly chose "stupid" tactics.

  It is difficult for the Chinese under attack to find out the civil engineering work of the engineers underground. More importantly, it consumes the Chinese ammunition reserves.

However, when the Chinese were not stubborn enough to use artillery against artillery, his Excellency the captain of the company was extremely ruthless and changed to another method, using the lives of soldiers.

 The Chinese, however, had to respond.

 In the warehouse.

As the Japanese artillery fire became weaker and stronger, the hearts of the officers and soldiers of the company also fluctuated.

The firepower of the Japanese army covering the building is nothing to this group of soldiers whose nerves have become increasingly tough.

Not to mention them, even the ordinary people on the opposite side were somewhat numbed by the stubborn shelling of the Japanese army. They should eat and drink now, and they were no longer as nervous as yesterday.

 What they were nervous about was the gambling game played by the Tang platoon leader.

　　　Little Japan has become crazy and generous this morning. The artillery shells were fired for more than two hours as if they were free.

However, what is even more painful for the officers and soldiers is that judging from the intensity of the artillery fire, there is no intention to stop until the old abacus, using a watch captured from a Japanese second lieutenant who entered the warehouse, announced that it had exceeded three hours.

 There was a howl of ghosts and wolves in the warehouse.

They were all eaten by Tang Da Pai, the big ones and the small ones. Everyone who bet against him here lost.

 How can you not feel bad? That’s all for the money you have to sacrifice your life for! Some of them cost as much as four or five yuan, while some of them cost as little as one or two yuan. If I had the chance to send it back, it would be enough for my family for half a year!

Watching eagerly as Platoon Leader Tang Shi Shiran took back the delicate pen given by the beautiful reporter from the gambling table with a smile, and then looked at the secretly smiling faces of the guys over there who were not betting, headed by veteran Youzi. It can be seen that many people are blessed with happiness and love. The commander has already expected that the Japanese army will go crazy today and has come to defraud them of money!

　　It’s so poisonous! It even steals money from people who are dying.

However, admitting defeat, why don’t they have the god-like ability to predict the situation! You guys don't have much to say.

Even Lieutenant Leng Feng, who couldn’t help but lose a piece of gold to the Tang Dao, could only smile bitterly:

"I'm talking about Brother Tang! You have tricked the brothers so hard that we all surrendered and had nothing to say. But how did you judge that the little devil would be so generous? Can you tell us about it? I really That's strange. Could it be that you went to the Japanese camp to discuss the time with them yesterday? Or was it possible that you overheard their battle? "

Leng Feng said this naturally as a joke. Tang Dao had killed so many Japanese soldiers. Even if he wanted to surrender now, the Japanese soldiers who wanted to skin him and cramp him would probably not be able to accept it. Who do you think his height of 1.8 meters can hide?

The officers and soldiers were naturally curious. It was a myth to have clairvoyance and ears, but what Platoon Leader Leng said was not impossible. Could it be that this person really overheard the combat meeting at the Japanese military headquarters last night? After all, he was the only one in the entire warehouse who had the experience of sneaking into Japanese positions.

"If I can find their unit headquarters, why don't I throw a few grenades in and kill them, and ask the officers to apply for a Blue Sky and White Sun Medal from above to show off? Why do I have to sit here and play with you?" Tang Dao said lazily. With one sentence, he quickly extinguished the illusions of a group of officers and soldiers who had been tricked.

Then he waved his hand and said, "It's time to disperse. Let's go get enough ammunition. It won't take too long for the little devils to attack first."

The soldiers were about to disperse in a hurry, but they heard Tang Dao say: "But! I won money today and I am in a good mood. For all the soldiers in the company, who have military merit recorded, I will personally reward two yuan in cash. But It’s just this one time. Next time I win money, I will put it all in my pocket and use it to marry my wife.”

 “Long live Platoon Commander Tang!”

 “Sir, I miss you!”

One of the most joyful things in the world is to find something that was lost, or to have something you thought you had lost but have it back in your arms again.

 For non-professional gamblers, if they are given another chance to choose, they will definitely say: Give me the money back, I won’t play anymore.

The soldiers did not take a bite out of Tang Dao's face, which was the result of extreme restraint. The huge cheers even surpassed the rumbling cannons that were still ringing outside.

Only Leng Feng seemed to hear the different meaning in Tang Dao's words, and said with a sad face: "The soldiers are rewarded, but what about the officers?"

"Officer? Are you short of this small amount of money? Just use the money to provide benefits to your brothers." Tang Dao ruthlessly extinguished Lieutenant Leng's illusions.

 The piece of ocean he left behind is destined to become a provident fund!

 “No!” Leng Feng’s flesh ached so much. That was the only piece he had on his body. The rest had been distributed to the soldiers before the war to boost morale.

But his wailing was obviously useless in the face of Tang Dao's "coldness". Following Tang Dao's wink, a row of soldiers came over and laughed, holding up their unwilling platoon leader and getting out of the way, asking the platoon leader to continue. After a while of commotion, Platoon Leader Tang regretted not giving out rewards. What should we do?

 Fourth floor of the warehouse.

The lieutenant colonel of the army who had been standing behind the lookout hole and carefully observing the battlefield also heard the report of the signal soldiers coming from the second floor on the laughter and laughter. A faint smile appeared on his serious face, and only a trace of imperceptible melancholy appeared in his eyes.

Maybe many people don't understand Tang Dao's playful style on the second floor that is inconsistent with the atmosphere of the battlefield, but he can guess some of its intentions. However, no matter how good a group of soldiers who are not afraid of life and death become, they can still How?

 Do they still have a future of continuing to unite to fight the Japanese army?

“Regimental deputy, the Japanese infantry has begun to take action!” Yang Ruifu put down his binoculars and pointed into the distance, disrupting the slightly sad thoughts of the army lieutenant colonel.

"Order each company to wait for the Japanese infantry to arrive at the specified distance and fire according to the previous arrangement. Especially the machine gun company Lei Xiong. Tell him to pay attention to saving ammunition and not to use machine guns for non-critical targets." The Army Lieutenant Colonel calmed down and picked up the gun again. He picked up the binoculars and looked at the figure with blurred pupils in the distance, which was covered by thick smoke, and gave an order.

 After carrying out artillery fire coverage for more than three hours, at 10:30 in the morning, the Japanese army finally kicked off the **** battlefield on October 28.

 The five Type 89 tanks and three Type 94 tanks that appeared on the battlefield, a total of 8 steel behemoths, showed the determination of the Japanese army.

Moreover, the Japanese tanks should also be prepared to deal with the machine gun fire, which is the biggest threat to them. The fronts of the five Type 89 tanks are piled with two layers of sandbags fixed with ropes.

Although this method is a bit rubbish, and it is even more embarrassing that the majestic imperial armored cavalry must be armed with sandbags, but if it can reduce the terrible kinetic energy of the machine gun shells, it will undoubtedly be successful.

The Japanese armored soldiers, whose pride has long been trampled to humble status, are now the first to survive, and their face is nothing!

 (End of this chapter)