Chapter 106 A Life-Threatening War of Attrition! (Seeking Votes on Monday, All Kinds of Votes!)

The first tactical intention should be the core of today's battle, to cover the engineers digging tunnels, which is fine.

But the second so-called firepower cover for the infantry is naturally the prelude to the strong attack.

And the strong attack, through yesterday's battle, has been proved to be the stupidest tactic, why does this person still stubbornly use it?

Thinking of the positioning of the Chinese army's logistics and supplies just now, the Japanese lieutenant colonel still doesn't understand the real reason why this person stubbornly chooses the "stupid" tactic.

Let the attacked Chinese have no time to take care of other things and find it difficult to find that the engineers are doing civil engineering work underground. More importantly, he wants to consume the Chinese ammunition reserves.

However, when the Chinese did not stubbornly fight with artillery to consume, his commander of the regiment coldly changed to another way, using the lives of soldiers.

And the Chinese had to fight.

In the warehouse.

As the Japanese artillery fire was weak and strong, the hearts of the officers and soldiers of the company also fluctuated.

The strength of the Japanese firepower covering the building was nothing to these veteran soldiers whose nerves had become increasingly tough.

Not to mention them, even the ordinary people on the opposite side were somewhat numb by the Japanese army's stubborn bombardment. They were eating and drinking now, and were no longer as nervous as they were yesterday.

They were nervous about the bet set by Platoon Leader Tang.

The stingy little Japanese became crazy and generous this morning. They bombarded for more than two hours as if the shells were free.

However, what made the officers and soldiers even more painful was that judging from the intensity of the artillery fire, there was no intention to stop at all, until the old abacus, which was using a watch seized from a Japanese second lieutenant who had attacked the warehouse, announced that it had exceeded three hours.

There were ghosts and wolves howling in the warehouse.

They were all taken by Platoon Leader Tang, and all those who bet with him here lost.

How could they not feel sorry! That was all the money they had earned! Some people get four or five dollars, and some get one or two dollars. If they have a chance to send it back, it will be enough for their families to live on for half a year!

Watching with eager eyes as Platoon Leader Tang took back the exquisite fountain pen given by the beautiful reporter from the gambling table with a smile, and then looking at the few guys who didn't place bets, led by the old soldier, laughing secretly, their back teeth could be seen. Many people were inspired. It turned out that the commander had already expected that the Japanese army would go crazy today, and came to cheat them of their money!

It was so cruel! Even the money of the dying was cheated.

However, they admitted the bet and lost. Who made them not have the commander's god-like predictive ability! Everyone had nothing to say.

Even Lieutenant Leng Feng, who couldn't help but throw a dollar to bet that Tang Dao would lose, could only smile bitterly:

"Brother Tang! You have cheated our brothers and we all admit defeat, but how did you judge that the Japanese would be so generous? Can you tell us? I am really surprised. Did you go to the Japanese position yesterday to discuss the time with them? Or did you eavesdrop on their battle?"

Leng Feng said this as a joke. Tang Dao had killed so many Japanese soldiers. Even if he wanted to surrender now, the Japanese who wanted to skin him alive would probably not accept it. Who do you think he could hide from with his 1.8-meter height!

The officers and soldiers were naturally curious. Clairvoyance and super hearing were myths, but what Platoon Leader Leng said was not impossible. Could it be that he really overheard the combat meeting of the Japanese headquarters last night? After all, he was the only one in the entire warehouse who had the experience of sneaking into the Japanese position.

"If I can find their regiment headquarters, why don't I throw a few grenades in to kill them, and ask the superiors to apply for a Blue Sky and White Sun Medal for me to wear and show off, and why should I sit here and play with you?" Tang Dao lazily threw out a sentence and quickly extinguished the fantasy of a group of officers and soldiers who were deceived.

Then he waved his hand, "Disperse, disperse, go and get enough ammunition. The Japanese will probably attack first in a short time."

The soldiers were about to disperse, but they heard Tang Dao say: "But! I won money today and I'm in a good mood. All the soldiers in the company who have been recorded for military merit, I will personally reward two dollars in cash.

But this is only this time. Next time I win money, I will put it all in my pocket to marry a wife."

"Long live Platoon Leader Tang!"

"I miss you, sir!"

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One of the happiest things in the world is to regain what you lost, that is, you think you once had it, but you lost it and embraced it again.

For non-professional gamblers, if they are given another chance to choose, they will definitely say: Give me back my money, I don't want to play anymore.

The soldiers didn't bite Tang Dao's face hard, which was the result of great restraint. The huge cheers even exceeded the rumbling of cannons that were still ringing outside.

Only Leng Feng seemed to hear the different meaning in Tang Dao's words, and said with a sad face: "The soldiers have rewards, what about the officers?"

"Officers? Will they lack this little money? Just treat it as giving welfare to the brothers." Tang Dao ruthlessly extinguished Lieutenant Leng's fantasy.

The dollar he threw away was destined to become a "housing fund"!

"No!" Leng Feng felt so painful, that was the only dollar he had, and the rest had been distributed to the soldiers to boost morale before the war.

But his wailing was obviously useless in the face of Tang Dao's "cruelness". With a glance from Tang Dao, a row of soldiers rushed over and carried their unwilling platoon leader away with a laugh. If the platoon leader continued to make a fuss for a while, what would they do if Platoon Leader Tang changed his mind and refused to give him a reward?

Warehouse fourth floor.

The lieutenant colonel who had been standing behind the observation hole and carefully observing the battlefield also heard the report of the signalman from the second floor with laughter and joy. A faint smile appeared on his serious face, but there was a trace of imperceptible melancholy in his eyes.

Perhaps many people did not understand Tang Dao's playful style on the second floor that was inconsistent with the atmosphere of the battlefield, but he guessed his intentions. However, even if such a group of soldiers who were not afraid of life and death became more outstanding, what could they do?

Do they still have a future to continue to unite and fight the Japanese army?

"Deputy regiment commander, the Japanese infantry has begun to move!" Yang Ruifu, who was standing aside, put down the telescope and pointed to the distance, disrupting the slightly sad thoughts of the lieutenant colonel.

"Order each company to open fire according to the previous arrangement and wait for the Japanese infantry to reach the specified distance, especially Lei Xiong of the machine gun company, tell him to save ammunition and not to use machine guns unless it is an important target." The lieutenant colonel calmed down and picked up the telescope again to observe the blurred figure in the distance covered by thick smoke, while giving orders.

After more than three hours of artillery fire, at 10:30 a.m., the Japanese army finally opened the prelude to the bloody battlefield on October 28.

The five Type 89 tanks and three Type 94 tanks on the battlefield, a total of eight steel behemoths, showed the determination of the Japanese army.

Moreover, the Japanese tanks should have been prepared to deal with the machine gun fire, which was the biggest threat to them. Two layers of sandbags fixed with ropes were piled on the front of the five Type 89 tanks.

Although this method is a bit rustic, it is even more embarrassing that the dignified imperial armored cavalry still has to rely on sandbags to arm themselves, but if it can reduce the terrible kinetic energy of the machine gun shells, it will undoubtedly be a success.

The Japanese armored soldiers, whose pride has long been trampled to humbleness, now put survival first, and face is nothing!