Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 103: Chief Tang wants to take charge

In response to the defenders' act of raising the national flag, the Japanese army responded fiercely, but the Chinese response was equally resolute.

 You use mountain artillery and infantry to bombard me, then I will use mortars to hit you.

That is, maybe even the Japanese artillerymen themselves did not expect that this time they would be so persistent. The bombardment lasted for nearly 2 hours, from about 7 o'clock to 9 o'clock, and there was no intention to stop.

More than an hour ago, the warehouse defenders had stopped playing with them, leaving the Japanese artillerymen alone to perform a one-man show.

However, Sihang Warehouse is still the same as yesterday. No matter how fierce the artillery fire is, the huge building remains motionless in the smoke.

The Chinese people who were stopped at the street intersections on the south bank of the Suzhou River watched helplessly for a long time. The Japanese army did not make any other tactical moves except firing and firing again. They simply did not watch in a hurry.

A large group of green men happened to be pushing carts of various sizes from afar, but they were not here to collect any protection fees, but to deliver the three meals a day promised by yesterday's mysterious high-roller.

Although it is not a good thing, there are enough noodles and thick porridge, as well as snacks like fermented bean curd, which are already good food for the people who have fled.

With Qingpi responsible for maintaining order, and with plenty of food, and with cannons rumbling and fierce fighting going on across the street, the people were rarely in good order.

After getting some bread and porridge and water, we sat on both sides of the street eating and chatting, checking to see if the Japanese artillery fire in the distance had stopped.

If not, then continue eating. After eating, burp and walk around to digest food. There is no longer the phenomenon of lying in the bedroll after drinking a bowl of porridge a few days ago to avoid over-digestion of food.

You have three meals a day, right?

Have a good meal and watch the Chinese soldiers fight the Japanese!

Many people even felt that these two days were the happiest days since the war began.

 The Chinese people outside the warehouse were delighted, but the inside of the Sixing Warehouse, located at the center of the artillery fire, was not much panic.

The warehouse building is solid. The Japanese 70-caliber infantry cannon and 75-caliber mountain cannon are no better than scratching the top. As long as you don't get close to the window, there will be basically no harm. The only discomfort is naturally the high altitude caused by the explosion of the artillery shells. decibel sound and constant falling dust in the room.

There was nothing we could do. Except for each company leaving two groups of lookout posts at the lookout holes to observe the movements of the Japanese infantry, the rest of the people, including the Army lieutenant colonel, could only stuff two pieces of cotton in their ears, put on their helmets, and They closed their eyes and meditated in the rooms assigned to each company, platoon, and squad.

Most of the officers and soldiers could only sit and wait with their heads hanging, even though they knew that the building would not collapse, they were still a little anxious.

What kind of officers lead what kind of soldiers.

The third platoon responsible for the defense on the first floor was originally in the most dangerous area, but as the chief officer, Tang Dao told Liu Datou to take charge of the defense of the third platoon on his behalf, and then he simply lay down on the bedroll and fell asleep.

Tang Dao has only slept for a total of two or three hours from the night before to now. It is not a big deal, but the few battles he has personally participated in are all a matter of taking grain from the fire, especially his retaliatory solo raid last night.

From the perspective of ordinary people, it is just a matter of sneaking in in disguise and then relying on laying booby traps to kill people. In fact, only experts know how much pressure he has to endure physically and mentally.

The Japanese keep making mistakes, but their military strength can afford the consequences of their mistakes. If Tang Dao makes a mistake even once, it will be a fatal situation.

Even though he was once the king of individual soldiers, Tang Dao's body and spirit were actually close to the limit. He must use this gap before the war to adjust his body and spirit to the best condition.

 Tang Dao himself may not have expected that the Japanese army would change from their normal behavior and launch such a bombardment regardless of the cost, allowing him to rest for an hour and a half while listening to the rumble of artillery fire.

 Tang Dao can fall asleep soundly with the sound of cannons on his head, but that doesn't mean that others can.

 After the other people in the third row stared at each other for a while, a veteran from the second class, nicknamed Lao Abacus, actually opened a gambling market at the instigation of veteran Youzi. If you don’t want to bet on anything else, just bet on when the Japanese army’s shelling will stop.

The bet is on the time period. The odds of stopping within an hour are 1.1 to 1, which means that if the bet stops within an hour, it does not exceed 55 minutes. If you lose one ocean, you can earn 0.1 ocean, and the hour does not exceed five minutes. The odds are 1.5 to 1; for every additional 10 minutes, the odds increase by 0.5. If it exceeds three hours, the odds are 10 to 1.

If you don't invest in the right time period, your principal will naturally be lost. Betting on the market at the opening is definitely a sure-fire business.

In order to relieve their anxiety, the soldiers in the third platoon, except for a few people like Niu Er and Yang Xiaoshan, who did not participate, at least lost an ocean to divert their attention.

If nothing else goes wrong, according to the existing betting, even Platoon Leader Leng Feng and Leng Leng came to join in the fun and lost 10 yuan to bet that the Japanese bombardment would not last more than 1 hour and 40 minutes. After taking out the compensation funds, Lao Baobao made a profit. Thirty yuan is stable.

Who knew there were ruthless characters? A certain lieutenant woke up leisurely from his deep sleep and saw that his soldiers were playing this game amid heavy artillery fire.

“A bunch of bastards, they actually did this while I was sleeping.” Although everyone was lip-syncing amidst the rumbling sound of cannons, Platoon Commander Tang’s face didn’t look good!

 Old Abacus trembled with fright.

 However, the next moment, Lao Abacus was trembling even more.

The chief Tang, who was obviously angry, looked at the fire in the outside, and even reached out to pull out the valuable pen in the pocket, and put it on the scheduled disk carefully designed by the old abacus. "I bet the Japanese shelling will last more than 3 hours!"

 Sir, is this really okay for you?

 The soldiers present looked at each other.

I have seen cruel people, but I have never seen such cruel people.

 Bet on 10 times the odds at the beginning, the one with the lowest probability.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. What is important is that the pen seems to have been given to you by a beautiful reporter! Just put it on the gaming table?

 Isn’t it said that the most difficult thing to accept is the kindness of a beautiful woman! Aren't you afraid that a beautiful reporter will find out about it one day and write us three platoons in the newspaper as a bunch of scum in anger?

 “Sir, don’t be so big!” Old Abacus bared his big yellow teeth, and his face was almost filled with bitterness.

It’s not that he is not brave enough to accept this super bet worth at least hundreds of oceans, but what if a big reporter swims over again at night? Who is talking too much? Chief Tang gave the pen to his old abacus. What should I do? Should he hand it over or not?

Looking at Lao Lao Youzi's group of thoughtful bastards, Lao Baanpan can guarantee that as long as he wins their money today, someone will definitely sue him.

 “Stop talking nonsense, I will keep you if I dare.” Tang Dao glared and snorted coldly. "I'm still not sure who will win!"

Looking at the old abacus grinning in pain, Tang Dao thought about it and didn't want to embarrass him. He simply said: "Since you don't have the guts to open a hammer market, let me be the dealer. Don't bother me. If I bet for more than 3 hours, or if I bet for less than 3 hours, I will pay 3 for 1. This amount will be offset by all the military achievements of my Tang Dao. Your old abacus will be responsible for collecting the money and keeping accounts for me. "

 Simple and crude gambling.

  And it’s almost like giving away money.

The soldiers looked at each other and were eager to try.

 The reason is very simple. This is not the first time they have dealt with the Japanese army. Three hours of shelling? Is it possible that the little Japanese pussy-picking peeing **** is possible?

Furthermore, isn’t the artillery fire much sparser now?

 Otherwise, it would be impossible to hear people speaking clearly.

 (End of this chapter)