Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 29 Unconventional Operations

 Yes, the number of Chinese soldiers in the Sihang Warehouse is still an unsolved mystery for the current Japanese commanders at all levels.

This is also a mystery deliberately created by Tang Dao.

If the number of troops is too small, the Japanese commander, who is driven mad by the large number of casualties, may resort to a life-and-death attack.

 Such a thing has not never happened in the history of the Japanese army, which is famous for its stubbornness.

In the Russo-Japanese War that broke out thirty-three years ago, Nogi Nogi, who was called the God of War by Japanese communists, mobilized a total of 3 divisions, 2 reserve regiments, and 2 field artillery brigades in order to capture Lushunkou. With 56,000 troops and 386 artillery pieces, they launched three general attacks against the 33,000 Russian troops stationed there.

Lasting for 150 days, the Japanese army was on a rampage, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Nogi Nogi used seas of people, tunnels, night attacks, and even organized 3,500 death squads with white cloths on their heads to charge, but they all ended in failure, and more than 50,000 Japanese soldiers were killed. people.

To put it bluntly, this guy was called a "foolish general" by later generations of military historians. The so-called tactics in front of him were nothing but piles of human lives. He tried to scare his opponents with stupid human sea tactics. The result was of course... His face was covered in blood.

If the Japanese army did this, the number of enemy kills would be gratifying, but the losses at Sihang Warehouse would be huge. More importantly, Tang Dao would also have to take into account the hundreds of thousands of Chinese civilians in the concession. Tens of thousands of crazy Japanese Regardless, the use of naval guns and large-caliber artillery would be a disaster for the civilians in the concession.

As for those countries in the Western world, Tang Dao knows very well that in fact they are just goods working with the Japanese invaders.

In their eyes, the weak China has no qualifications for them to break up with the ambitious Japan.

Even if the concession was bombed, at most it would only be a painless statement of condemnation.

That is to say, the current Japanese high-level officials do not dare to act recklessly without testing the bottom line of the Western world. As the war progresses, they will pay less and less attention to the Western world.

 But the person currently sitting in the highest position in China has always regarded the Western world as a life-saving straw to save the country. It will eventually be proven by history that it is a joke.

People have to rely on themselves, and so do countries and nations.

Perhaps, the Army Lieutenant Colonel also thinks so.

 The sky finally turned white, and dawn arrived.

In the warehouse, amidst the shouts of the officers, the soldiers climbed up from their bedding. While eating the baked potatoes that had been prepared by the cooking squads of each company, they habitually wiped their firearms and packed them in the warehouse last night. Check the bullets in the magazine carefully again.

Most of the soldiers' faces were tense. Although the contact with the Japanese army last night was a small victory, these soldiers who have survived hundreds of battles all know that daytime is the moment for the real decisive battle.

The Japanese army will no longer be an infantry squadron. The strongest firepower is only light machine guns and grenade launchers. It will be an infantry brigade or more. The ones attacking warehouses will also be replaced by infantry artillery and mountain artillery.

At this time, the morning glow filled the sky, and the light became brighter and brighter. It was possible to clearly see the situation hundreds of meters away.

Dozens of shit-yellow Japanese corpses were still left in front of the minefield 200 meters away from the warehouse, unusually conspicuous among the ruins.

 “The Japanese are coming!” shouted the soldiers on the lookout post.

Some of the soldiers were holding unfinished baked potatoes in their mouths, and some simply stuffed the potatoes into their arms, or simply threw them away, buckled on their helmets, carried their firearms, and carried bullet bags, and rushed to the place where they were assigned last night. Good fighting position.

 More than 400 meters away from the front of the warehouse, the shit-yellow figures of the Japanese army loomed faintly among the ruins.

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"Pass my order, we are approaching the enemy's defense area at this time. The personnel of each infantry team should keep a sufficient distance and pay attention to their steps. The Chinese are very cunning."

A Japanese captain hiding behind a broken wall put down his telescope and gave orders to the communications soldiers following him.

As the deputy of the 1st Infantry Battalion and the captain of the 4th Infantry Squadron, Captain Koizumi Reimai naturally became the top commander of an infantry squadron and a half in frontal advancement, and he maintained sufficient vigilance. It’s not because that idiot Kurokawa Orizo’s squadron suffered heavy losses, but because of all the battle reports against the Chinese last night.

The Japanese captain who was lying on the camp bed last night became more and more frightened as he thought about it. It seemed that the imperial officers and soldiers had carelessly stepped into the trap and were attacked by the heavy firepower of the Chinese, which caused such huge losses. However, there was always a premonition that made him feel uneasy. Not that simple.

After being unable to sleep, he used war chess to deduce. He was surprised to find that even if he knew there was a trap ahead, the imperial officers and soldiers would still choose to run into it.

 Because, the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army did not allow them to retreat, especially when they found that their opponents only had two people. Anyone who dares to order retreat must be blamed by thousands of people.

The opponent's commander is no longer strong because of his exquisite tactical arrangements, but because he has accurately calculated his own psychology.

 What kind of tactics would such a formidable opponent use today?

 Koizumi Lingcheng, who was thinking a lot, had no clue at all.

He could only ask the remnants of the 1st Infantry Squadron and the 4th Infantry Squadron under his command, a total of six infantry squads with more than 300 people, to be cautious and cautious as they approached the battlefield.

Following the order of this cautious Japanese captain, more than 300 Japanese troops were spaced at least five meters apart on average, and the cross-sectional width of the slowly advancing formation was more than 400 meters.

 The roof of the warehouse.

"Oh! Commander of the little devil, you have learned to be honest today!" Lei Xiong, who had already sat on the shooting seat of Suluotong's twin machine guns on the top floor, looked into the distance with his binoculars, his mouth filled with disdain.

"Sir, let me do it! How dangerous is it for you to be here in case of Japanese artillery fire?" A thirty-year-old sergeant squatting aside said with a grimace.

“Shut up an egg! I’ve been working with the little devils for so long and I still don’t know what they’re like? If they don’t find the firepower point, will they be willing to waste the shells?” Lei Xiong glanced at the squad leader of his heavy machine gun squad and said with a smile.

“Don’t you, Lao Li, just want to get addicted to machine guns? Hey, then you’d better wait until I get enough of it first! Go and prepare five bullets for me, I’m going to go on a killing spree today.”

One springboard has ten rounds, five equals fifty rounds. Lei Xiong must adopt the rhythm of replacing Tang Dao, a prodigal son.

A few soldiers brought up the machine gun's special bullet plate from downstairs. A circle of shells thicker than a Cuban cigar and shining with yellow-orange luster were neatly arranged. Even people who have not experienced war look at these shells. You will also feel chilly in your heart involuntarily.

You can think about it as much as you want. If a rifle bullet as thick as a little finger hits a person, it will produce a wound the size of a cup. So what does it feel like to hit a person with a 20mm caliber artillery shell that is several times thicker?

 Perhaps, reality will tell you the answer.

 Looking out the fourth floor of the warehouse.

The lieutenant colonel of the army was also looking at the slowly approaching Japanese army with a telescope. At the moment when the Japanese forward approached a distance of about 400 meters, he coldly ordered: "Notify Lei Xiong to fire!"

As the communications soldiers downstairs waved the red flag desperately, Lei Xiong pointed the muzzle of the gun at the Japanese army in the distance, which was not much bigger than a table tennis ball, and suddenly stepped on the shooting pedal.

 "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The machine gun kept making a heart-stopping muffled sound.

 The Battle of Sihang Warehouse has officially begun.

　　The first shot was not fired by the Japanese army, but by the Chinese soldiers. To be more precise, it was the Chinese soldiers who fired the first shot.

Xie Jinyuan, the supreme commander of Sihang Warehouse, made an unconventional operation. He did not take out his most important firepower until the most critical moment, but put it on the bright side from the beginning.

Such a cool operation may not be understood by others, but Tang Dao knows that this is the command art of a lieutenant colonel commander. He has already started his tactics, tactical deception.

  Heavy firepower such as machine guns will never be used in battalion-level combat units, just like the Japanese army will not assign 92 infantry cannons to infantry squadrons and Type 41 mountain guns to infantry brigades.

 (End of this chapter)