The Japanese attack was over, and a bomber exploded, disrupting all the Japanese plans.
It was originally planned that the Japanese would use the advantage of artillery fire, mountain artillery bombing, tank cover, bomber bombing, to blast a huge gap in the four-row warehouse, and then the Japanese would continue to rush into the warehouse. In this way, they could win in one fell swoop. The entire warehouse completely wiped out the Chinese army that disturbed the ceremony of entering the city.
But now after the bomber exploded, all plans were broken. The total number of attacking Japanese soldiers was less than a thousand alive, and almost all of them were wounded. A group of people was reimbursed. This loss was difficult for the Japanese to accept.
In addition, the attacking tanks were all destroyed, and they weren't destroyed by the enemy. The perfect plan, or the plan that was very likely to be completed, was directly ruined.
"Damn it!"
Japan’s captain Fujiwara slammed a fist on the table, and finally trembling helplessly picked up the phone and reported the news to Matsui Ishine.
"You said that our downed bomber hindered our attack?" Matsui Iwane frowned and raised his head to look at the other generals standing in front of him.
"Yes!"
"You cut your belly!"
After speaking, Matsui Iwane hung up, and finally glanced at the head of the division in front of him: "One of our regiments has already sacrificed nearly 2,000 people when attacking a warehouse guarded by 800 Chinese troops. I was beaten and disabled, what do you think should be done!"
"Your Excellency Commander, leave it to me. Within one day, I will capture the four-row warehouse!" A division leader stood up, bowed, and assured Matsui Ishine.
"Ito Zhengxi, within one day, I hope your 101st division can take down the four-row warehouse!"
"Ha Yi!"
After Masaki Ito bowed, he quickly withdrew from Matsui Iwane's headquarters, and then became busy. The 101st Division was not a Japanese standing division, but a special division.
The so-called ad hoc division is because after the war began, the Japanese temporarily recruited some soldiers to form. In order to deal with sudden war situations, most divisions were numbered from one hundred.
The 101st Division was a division formed in Tokyo, Japan on September 1, 1937. After the formation was completed, it was quickly transferred to the Chinese battlefield. On September 22, 1937, it was incorporated into the Shanghai Dispatch Army and participated in the division. The Battle of Songhu was transferred back to Japan in 1939, and its establishment was cancelled in 1940.
The current 101 Division should be a division between the Type A division and the Type B division. It governs the 101st Infantry Brigade, the brigade commander Major General Masasaburo Sato, the 102nd Infantry Brigade, and Major General Yoshio Kudo. The 101st Cavalry Brigade, the 101st Wild Artillery Wing, the 101st Engineer Wing, and the 101st Wrigley Wing, the total number can reach 16,000.
Masaki Ito of the 101st Division took the order of Matsui Iwane and quickly left the headquarters, and then quickly returned to his division and began to specify the battle plan.
After Fujiwara hung up Matsui Iwane's phone, he returned the phone with trembling hands, and then slowly sat down, shaking his hands and body slowly, and finally raised his head and looked in front of him. The rest of the officers flashed a trace of fierceness in their eyes, and finally waved their hands vigorously to signal everyone to leave.
Slowly walked to the cabinet in front of him, and took out a saber, a saber that was much shorter than a normal Japanese officer's command knife. This was a saber specially used by the Japanese to cut abdomen.
Fujiwara moved very slowly. He slowly took off his clothes, then exposed his stomach, took out the prepared towel from the side, and put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and his forehead began to feel Sweat kept falling, this has not yet begun, he is already scared.
In the end, Fujiwara thought about the things in his own home. The last time he gritted his teeth, he thrust the knife into his abdomen fiercely. The pain came, a great pain, the sweat on his forehead was small, but now it has become the size of a soybean. Then he cut the knife horizontally and pulled it with all his strength.
In the end, there was blood flowing out of Fujiwara's mouth, and finally his head slowly lowered. After about ten minutes, a staff officer walked in, only to find that his chief had cut himself on his stomach.
In Sixing Warehouse, Yu Zhigan looked at the Japanese as the tide was receding, and slowly put down the binoculars. Now he found that everything was different from what he had known before. First of all, the Japanese suffered more casualties.
This time alone, I saw that almost everyone of the retired Japanese was carrying a corpse. There were at least eight or nine hundred people. This number of casualties is much more than the 200-odd casualties in history.
Yu Zhigan looked at the Japanese soldiers in the distance and the dim sky. One day passed, but on this day, although he has not experienced high-intensity fighting, Yu Zhigan knows that this is just the tranquility before the storm, and there will definitely be Japanese people behind. Mass revenge awaits himself.
"Sir, it's dinner!"
Xie Jinyuan took out a can, and some other things and handed it to Yu Zhigan. After Yu Zhigan took it, he nodded and unscrewed it forcefully. He found that it was canned pork. He looked at Xie Jinyuan: "Guizi's canned pork?"
"Yes, Guizi's canned pork is much better than us!"
After Yu Zhigan heard it, he took the canned pork and walked to the place where the rest of the soldiers ate. The other soldiers ate much worse than Yu Zhigan and others. They were some simple hard-faced steamed buns. Order some dried meat, and everyone has a little water. This is the dinner for all the soldiers.
"Distribute the canned food to the brothers. There is still a tough battle to be fought tomorrow or night. We can't let the brothers eat this, let them die, and can't let the brothers be hungry to death!"
After hearing Yu Zhiqian's words, Xie Jinyuan nodded, turned around and touched his head: "In this way, we don't have too many canned pork. Everyone is unrealistic, but we still have some white flour!"
After Yu Zhigan heard this, his eyes lit up: "Will any brothers make steamed buns or dumplings? Give them a good meal!"
After hearing this, Xie Jinyuan thought for a while: "For steamed buns, we don't have a steamer, but for dumplings, it should be ok!"
"Then let the brothers have a good meal of dumplings, there may be some brothers tonight and tomorrow!" After Yu Zhigan finished speaking, he sighed a long way: "The little devil will definitely not give up, we have to prepare early. !" After speaking, Yu Zhigan tore a hard steamed bun and slowly stuffed it into his mouth. (End of this chapter)