Early morning on the sixth day, the weather, sunny
When the first ray of sunlight shone on the ground, the blue sky and white sun flag of the four-row warehouse was still flying in the sky, and the warehouse was still in the hands of the Chinese Communist Party.
The last ten wounded soldiers gathered on the top floor. They united tightly with the national flag as the center. The two wounded soldiers at the stairway were holding a Czech light machine gun in their hands. One of them was low. With his head hanging down, the muzzle was facing the stairs, his legs were bloody, and the calf was missing. There was only a pool of blood and countless cartridge cases and empty magazines below.
At the top of the stairs in front of him, there were a dozen or so Japanese soldiers lying in a mess. Looking down the stairs, there were countless corpses of Japanese soldiers lying densely on the stairs. They were even piled up at the corners. Come.
"Dang Dang Dang..." There was the sound of footsteps downstairs again, as well as the sound of the Japanese shouting. On the fourth floor, the Japanese were violently clearing the corpses in the stairs, preparing for the next attack.
"Hey, second fool, the devil is coming again, ready to fight!"
A soldier pushed the Ersha who was facing the stairway hard, but Ersha didn't react at all. He tremblingly stretched his hand under Ersha's nose, and found that Ersha had stopped breathing long ago and his body had already started to grow. Liang, but Er Sha always maintained a fighting stance. ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
"The second silly devil is here!" Zheng Shijue moved his arm and pointed his pistol at the top of the stairs.
"Battle Commander, Er Shao, he sacrificed!"
After Zheng Shijue heard this, he was taken aback and sighed softly, and then quickly adjusted his mentality: "It's good to sacrifice, to be relieved, hahaha, brothers, our ancestors said, died in battle. The Shroud of Horse Leather is the highest honor for a soldier. Today we are dead in the battle. It is worth it. Last night, how many devils did you kill!"
"The battalion commander, it's innumerable. There are dozens of them. The devils are just like fools. One after another rushes up. I will shoot and kill one by one!"
A wounded soldier lying on the side yelled with his best strength, and saw that he was covered in wounds, most of which were grenade shrapnel. This was because the Japanese kept throwing and slamming grenade towards the roof in order to attack. Caused by shelling.
On the top of the building lay more than 20 corpses of the defenders, all sacrificed heroically last night. Originally, Zheng Shijue was about to die with the devils when he was on the first floor, but the soldier called Ershou went to the top floor. .
On the top floor, these wounded soldiers used their weapons to hold the devil's grenade bombs, repeatedly charged and waited for dozens of attacks before and after, but still did not take down the top floor of the four-row warehouse.
"Brothers, the devil is about to attack, everyone cheers up, and all those who can move can't move and prepare grenades. Our 524 regiment has no captured soldiers!"
"it is good!"
All the wounded soldiers who were still alive struggled to straighten their bodies. Some were holding grenades, some were holding pistols, and a light machine gun. They all aimed at the stairs. The stairs were about 30% away from them. Many meters, and the footsteps of the Japanese are getting closer.
At the entrance of the stairs on the fourth floor, a small group of Japanese soldiers cleared the stairs, their faces were expressionless, they couldn't figure out what kind of squadron they were facing, and they actually resisted so stubbornly.
Last night, there were wounded soldiers on the first floor and the second floor. They fought the Japanese for most of the night, and finally retreated to the top floor. There were only 20 or 30 wounded Chinese soldiers on the top floor. The Japanese officers chose to persuade them to surrender at the first time. Without any effect, this group of soldiers would rather die than surrender.
After the persuasion failed, the Japanese launched an offensive against the fifth floor. After the first wave of offensive was repelled, the Japanese chose grenades, mortars, etc., but they were unsuccessful. As time went by, the day lighted At that time, the Japanese still hadn't won the four-row warehouse, and the blue sky and white flag had still not fallen.
"The devil is coming up, fight!"
After Zheng Shijue yelled, his weak arm raised and pulled the trigger at the stairs. The current Zheng Shijue couldn't control the recoil of the pistol. After firing a shot, he almost fell to the ground due to inertia.
However, he still stubbornly sat up again and continued to shoot at the Japanese at the top of the stairs, and so on.
The machine gunner facing the stairs, holding the Czech style, facing the stairs, the bullets of a magazine quickly emptied, after the firepower gap appeared, the Japanese finally rushed to the fifth floor.
"boom!"
Zheng Shijue was shot again and snorted, but the one who was still playing with the gun raised his gun, and squeezed the trigger again at the nearest Japanese soldier.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
After Zheng Shijue shot, he was shot four or five consecutively, his arm slowly hammered down, but his hand still held the pistol firmly, his eyes were open like copper bells, and he stared at the Japanese soldier in front of him. .
"Little devil, your grandpa is here!"
At this time, a defender lying on the other side of the stairs with a corpse suddenly violent, holding two grenades in his hands, rolled directly from the gap and landed on the stairs.
"boom!"
Two explosions sounded, and a wailing sound came downstairs. The soldiers charging up the stairs killed more than ten people, as well as a group of wounded soldiers.
The gunfire slowly stopped, and there were no more wounded soldiers on the fifth floor who could shoot. The few surviving wounded soldiers were surrounded by a group of devils in the middle, roughly surrounded by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers.
"The platoon leader, there are only ten devils, a little bit less!" The fastest computer terminal of the new 81 Chinese website: https://
A soldier tilted his head, one by one he knew the number of Japan in front of him, and finally said weakly to the platoon leader who was seriously injured next to him.
"Wait, wait, the devil definitely wants us to surrender. If the devil wants to check, we will fight them!"
"it is good!"
After the Japanese rushed to the fifth floor, someone quickly reported the news to an officer who was commanding on the fourth floor. After hearing this, the Dazuo hammered the table with excitement, "How many prisoners are there!"
"There are still a few Chinese people who have lost their resistance and are surrounded by us!"
"Yamaguchi-kun, you can speak Chinese. Please ask for surrender. Let these Chinese people surrender. Tell them that as long as they surrender, we can forget the past and try our best to heal their injuries. At the same time, let them be officials. !"
"Yes! But Miyamoto-kun, do we really want to persuade these Chinese people to surrender? Many warriors of the empire died at their guns. If they were surrendered, there might be some in the army..."
Miyamoto Osamu smiled: "Don't worry, the general will take care of these things. This squadron has too much influence. We need some captives or surrendered soldiers to promote us. Go, we need captives!"
"Ha Yi!"
The Japanese named Yamaguchi bowed, stepped back two steps, and walked to the stairway from the fourth floor to the fifth floor. Both sides of the stairs were covered with corpses, all of which were left by the Japanese when they attacked the fifth floor. After solidification, this not-so-long staircase becomes very slippery, and every step must be taken carefully.
The more you go up, the more slippery the stairs, the Japanese soldiers who have just been killed and the blood of the Japanese soldiers who have been killed are scattered all over the place. People who are not mentally able to endure very well, walking at the entrance of this staircase, it feels like they are not going towards. The fifth floor, but walked towards hell.
After Yamaguchi walked to the fifth floor, the Japanese who surrounded the wounded soldiers gave way to a gap. Yamaguchi walked slowly over and saw a group of soldiers covered in wounds and blood. Their military uniforms were ruined and their faces were thick. Layer Hui couldn't see their looks at all.
Most of the people here are very thin, and can even be described as skinny. Yamaguchi couldn't imagine how the army soldiers who blocked them for six days and five nights looked like this.
According to the thinking of the Japanese soldiers, the defenders in this warehouse were all troops in the squadron. Kong Wu was powerful and well-trained, but after seeing it with his own eyes, Yamaguchi suddenly became silent and swept slowly. Everyone in the middle of life in front of me.
"You are all warriors!" Yamaguchi spoke slowly in half-baked Chinese.
The wounded soldier who could move his body gently touched his companion: "Hey, this little devil says we are warriors, the little devil praises us!"
"Ahem, this, this little devil, I'm not at ease, hehe, you have a big mouth, just say a few words, hehe!"
The platoon leader next to him coughed while talking. He was shot in the abdomen and he was bleeding now. He pressed it weakly with his left hand, but the blood continued to flow out, but the platoon leader was holding back. , There was no shout.
"We, the Imperial Japanese Army, are most admired by warriors like you. I will come here on behalf of the Imperial Japanese Army. As long as you surrender, we will treat you preferentially and help you heal your wounds. At the same time, we will let you and you Family reunion!"
When talking about this, Yamaguchi was observing the changes in the expressions of every soldier, hoping to find a breakthrough, but all the wounded soldiers who were still alive looked at him with a mocking expression, and no one was willing to pay attention to him.
Yamaguchi did not get angry, but chose another way: "We have prepared money for you. You can ask for as much as you need. As long as we have, we can give you. Of course, if you want to be an official, we You can also arrange for your work, absolutely all of them are battalion commanders or above!"
After hearing it with Big Mouth, he touched his platoon leader again: "Platoon leader, the devil said that he would give us money and be an official!"
The platoon leader knew the character of Big Mouth, and turned his head to look at it with difficulty: "Do you want to be a running dog?"
"I don't want it! I'll just talk about it, but this little devil is very funny, and Huangquan Road won't be too lonely!"
"Nani?"
Yamaguchi speaks Chinese, but he is not a Chinese expert. I don’t know what Huangquan Road is. However, he can see that the man opposite him with his abdomen and bleeding is an army officer. Slowly squatted down: "This middle officer, your courage is worthy of our admiration. You can think about my proposal. I will bandage your wound first. There is only one life. If you don’t have one, then nothing. It's all gone!"
"The platoon leader, there are almost thirty devils, enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking the Yamaguchi dialect, he heard a yell. Some did not understand what it meant. At this time, Zhang Qiangqiang, the platoon leader of the 524 regiment in front of him, yelled, "Enough!"
"Boom!" (End of this chapter)