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Boom~

Boom~

Boom~

Black smoke billowed in the muddy ground, flames emerged, and the funnel-shaped rain of mud continued to bloom. One after another, the three-wheeled motorcycles were overturned by the explosion. The people on the vehicles fell heavily to the ground, and some unexploded mines were triggered. They were blown into a puddle of rotten flesh, and some had blood on their faces. They struggled a few times and then stopped moving.

The commander of the motorcycle team clutched his bleeding abdomen and crawled forward little by little, trying to stay away from the burning three-wheeled motorcycle.

No, he clearly watched the kid walk across the muddy ground, and the speed was not fast, until the private in the sidecar of the tricycle in front of him fired a few shots, and then he ran away. Why was the other party on the ground There is nothing wrong with walking, why did the motorcycle team step on the mine as soon as they drove in?

He couldn't figure it out, no matter what, he didn't think about it until he climbed three meters away and saw the figure behind the warehouse.

Because the guy was squatting on the ground, holding the crossbar of the detonator with both hands and pressing down.

Boom~

The earth trembled and dust rose.

The four-story raw material warehouse on the right collapsed.

The commander of the motorcycle team was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He divided the chasing troops into two groups, outflanking the left and right sides. Now the team he led plunged into the minefield and was blown up. The collapsed warehouse was buried alive.

That kid is too nasty!

He drew out the Browning pistol in his waist and was about to shoot at the target when he heard a bang. The flame ignited the fuel tank of the three-wheeled motorcycle behind him, and the heat wave created by the explosion overturned his body.

After an unknown amount of time passed, he slowly opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a person walking from the front, with a group of chattering hamsters at his feet.

It was hamsters, burrowing hamsters, their cheeks bulging like they were stuffed with nuts.

And that person was holding a big metal gun in his left hand, a flower mechanism in his right hand, and a sniper rifle with a scope on his back.

da da da ~

With the sweep of the flower mechanism, the blood-stained first-class soldier on the right rear fell to the ground within two steps, and Cao Chang, who was injured on his left shoulder, stepped on a landmine while fleeing and turned into a whirlwind. The flying corpse and the broken thigh landed in front of his eyes, bloody and scary.

Pat, clack, clack~

The uppers of the shoes slapped against the blood-stained puddles, and the commander of the motorcycle team tried to raise his head, watching the man who used the preset trap to kill their mechanized infantry unit raised his gun expressionlessly.

Da~

da da~

...

Jin Weixun panicked for no reason when he heard the explosion in the north.

Looking at the Sihang Warehouse, which has not been attacked for a long time, the panic in my heart has increased a bit. It is already 3:45 in the afternoon, and there are less than 15 minutes left before the 3 hours announced to the concession. However, judging by the current situation, it is necessary to It is already impossible to capture the target within 15 minutes.

"Captain of the Imperial Guards." Seven minutes later, a staff officer approached from behind and reported the news that the motorcycle squad had been wiped out.

At this moment, a stray bullet or something was nailed into the blackened signboard behind him with a bang.

"Pass my order to stop the attack."

Jin Weixun tightened the reins in his hand, and looked solemnly at the two buildings on the opposite side that were wrapped in gunpowder smoke.

After nearly three hours of fighting, hundreds of corpses were left behind, and the morale of the army had fallen to the bottom. There was no point in persevering except to give away the heads. He did not give up, and immediately issued an order to retreat.

The machine guns, heavy machine guns, and small-caliber mortars deployed around launched a wave of fire suppression, and the Japanese soldiers on the front line began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Jin Weixun faced the Sixing Warehouse with a terribly gloomy expression.

Compared with the corpses left by the Hasegawa Brigade downstairs in the Sixing Warehouse, less than a hundred Japanese soldiers died outside the battlefield. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but if there is only one enemy, it would be terrible, so terrifying. It is difficult for people to accept.

Major Yamazaki gave him more specific battle reports and conjectures, saying that judging from the scale of the minefields that assassinated the motorcycle squad, this project could not be completed by one person. Elite guerrillas.

Jin Weixun believed Yamazaki's words, because this is the most reasonable speculation, the Chinese are more cunning and vicious than he imagined, just like the power grid set up on the second floor of the Sixing Warehouse, like those filled with glass slag and barbed wire Barrel bombs, like the minefields that buried his motorcycle squad.

...

In less than three hours, the Japanese retreated.

It's not as simple as holding the warehouse. In the words of the British, "Jesus Christ, they actually defeated the Japanese."

Yes, because of the heavy casualties, any further consumption would cost the lives of the Japanese, and the Colonel had to accept the fact of defeat.

"Three hours are up."

"The Japanese did not lay down the Sihang Warehouse."

"Three hours are up."

"The Japanese did not lay down the Sihang Warehouse."

"We won."

"The Japanese broke their promise, and the brothers are all doing well."

"..."

The newspaper seller’s announcement with an accent echoed across the south bank of the Suzhou River. From Sister Rong’s casino to the British bar, to the Xinyu Teahouse that was open all night, people watching the battle stood densely on several floors on the street.

All the newspapers are scolding, cursing that the national army retreated again and again, defeated again and again, and handed over the most prosperous city in East Asia to the Japanese, but today's battle let them know that the soldiers of the national army are tenacious , is brave, is respectable and lovely.

On the first floor of the Sixing Warehouse, people from the engineering platoon are rushing to repair the fortifications.

On the second floor of the Sixing Warehouse, Yang Ruifu looked at the power grid that made the Japanese helpless and wanted to slap himself, why didn't he think of it?

On the third floor of the Sixing Warehouse, July was arguing with Wang Fu, complaining that Wang Fu didn't let him participate in the battle; while Yang Deyu came up from below and plunged into the thatch pile to sleep soundly, let alone pushing, even if someone kicked him , I'm afraid there won't be any reaction.

"Xiaohubei, Dragon Boat Festival, are you two okay?" Old Hulu came down from the roof, saw his little nephew who hadn't seen him for two consecutive days at a glance, and hurriedly pulled him to check carefully for injuries.

"Uncle, I'm fine."

After Xiaohu finished speaking, he looked towards Duanwu, and found that his cousin looked devastated.

Yangguai explained: "Just now, I beat and killed a Japanese who was going to cut the power grid on the second floor, and I haven't recovered yet."

Little Hubei said: "Brother, you are amazing."

"Thank you group for coming."

Qiyue's eyes are very good, and he knew Xie Jinyuan was coming when he only got two feet down there.

The old abacus who was near the stairs hurriedly pulled aside the old iron who stuffed two cotton balls in his nostrils to stop the bleeding, so as not to block the way of the officer.

Xie Jinyuan was in the front, and Shangguan Zhibiao was in the back. The former looked at the Shandong soldier whose face was full of soot and hadn't had time to wash it off, and a private first-class soldier who had been shot in the shoulder, nodded and said: "You are all (are) good. "

Zhu Shengzhong glanced at Yang Deyu who was sleeping like a dead pig, and walked over to wake him up.

"Let him sleep." Xie Jinyuan said: "I think the Japanese army will not attack when it builds (temporarily) the (temporary) system."

If you want to say who is the biggest hero in repelling the Japanese army today, it is not him who planned the strategy, nor Shangguan Zhibiao who took the lead, but Yang Deyu, the leader of the first battalion, the company, and the three platoons. More than half of the bad moves that made the devils go crazy came from him. hand.

To put it bluntly, without Yang Deyu, the 524 regiment would have killed more people.

Shangguan Zhibiao said: "If anyone is injured, you can go to the warehouse of the Continental Bank to see a doctor now. The rest of you should take the time to rest. I will ask the cooking class to cook something delicious for everyone for dinner."

The soldiers were happy when they heard this. Although some people died and some were injured, the living must continue to live and fight, right? Drinking, eating meat and smoking are already considered their best enjoyment.

...

At the same time, on the south bank of the Suzhou River, while the Brits of the Daily Telegraph were typing, the celebrities and gentry in the concession were not idle.

Lu Xiaodie handed over a suitcase to Yuli Ye, a teacher at St. John's University.

"Ms. Yuliye, there are some medicines I collected. Also, please find someone named Lin Yue. If he is still alive, please tell us."

Yuli Ye nodded: "Miss Lu, don't worry, I will try my best to do this well."

While the two were talking, a middle-aged man with beards came over, and behind him was a thin man in a black gown with a pair of wooden boxes on his shoulders.

"This is the food that Mr. He prepared for the brothers."

Reporter Fang Xingwen opened the box and took a look. Fruits, canned food, biscuits, bread, and wine...

"Okay, sir, you can go."

The last person to arrive was a student of the Qing Gang, holding a reel of telephone wires in his hand, and a telephone was placed on the table at the other end of the wire, and Du Yuesheng, who was dressed in a white robe, sat upright.

Yuliye stopped talking, and asked the four people to get together and walk up the garbage bridge with the flag of the Communist Party of China.

She is a German, and Japan is now in an alliance with Germany. With so many foreign reporters on the South Bank watching, the Japanese army would never dare to kill her.

She has good ideas and is realistic.

The Japanese soldiers did not dare to kill her, but they dared to kill the Chinese.

The snipers ambushing in the western building fired two shots in a row, one shot hit the wire coil, and the second shot blasted the head of the Qinggang disciple.

Fang Xingwen wanted to pick it up, but was forced back by the sniper's shooting, so he could only cross the river with medicine and food first.

The most important wire reel fell on the garbage bridge, and the connection could not be established, so I didn't know the situation of the soldiers of the national army in the Sixing Warehouse, so I offered help.

A student of the Qing Gang volunteered to pick up the reels, but he was shot in the right leg by a Japanese sniper just as he ran to the bridge, and his head was shot the second time.

Then there was the third youth gang disciple who also failed to complete the task.

Sister Rong was standing on the balcony of the casino, smoking a cigarette while looking at the reels on the garbage bridge. On the street downstairs, the knife was flushed with anxiety, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He really wanted to go there and try it. The Japanese sniper, who shot and killed the disciples of the Green Gang one by one, and taunted the Chinese people living in the concession with a reel on the bridge, looked good, but look at his bandaged right hand, which was so angry that he punched the iron guardrail on the river bank.

It's all Lin Yue's fault!

Thanks to Zi Yi for following along, the black-and-white Nine-Tailed Fox, the 500 starting coins rewarded by Fu News, more than two people, don’t let it go, the 200 starting coins rewarded by book friends with tail number 5081.