Chapter 117 What Is the Plan? (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!)

The rough men in the warehouse were irritated by their own sweat because they had to wash clean.

The Japanese positions opposite were full of shit, and the smell was imaginable.

Why didn't Jiro Wakiita stay at the regiment headquarters, but instead took Makino Shun and the two who had returned from the "flood fighting" to go to the moon to look for autumn? It was probably because the smell of shit was too strong.

This was probably the first "not very harmful, but extremely insulting" blow to the 36th Infantry Regiment.

The number of people with diarrhea had risen to 400 after the two lieutenants who left without caring about breathing fresh air left.

Many Japanese infantrymen began to miss the clear stream that once raged on the positions. At least, it could take away the diarrhea without leaving any traces, instead of spreading all over the positions.

So many squadron leaders and team leaders personally picked up individual engineer shovels to help bury the "shit marks", both for the need of hygiene and because they really didn't want to bury them. Even they themselves wanted to run away like the two bosses.

Just like Tang Dao said, if the Japanese army could still organize a night attack at this time, they would be really ruthless people worthy of admiration.

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After leaving a muddy position, passing through the small alleys in Zhabei District, walking about 1,000 meters, we arrived at the Suzhou River.

In fact, it is also the east side of the Sihang Warehouse, but the straight-line distance is more than 800 meters. At this distance, there is no fear of cold gunmen, but the infantry squad responsible for guarding the two big bosses of the regiment is very nervous and took the initiative to expand the alert range to 50 meters.

The Chinese who came to the night attack last night was not just one person, and didn't they beat the Matsumoto team of the 2nd Infantry Battalion to pieces?

The two stood by the Suzhou River, silently looking at the brightly lit concession opposite.

The Chinese and Japanese armies have stopped fighting and have fallen into silence, but the Chinese people in the concession are still surging. People are constantly handing out leaflets on the streets and shouting slogans, as if the Sino-Japanese War has won the final victory.

Yes, for the Chinese, even if this is just a small battle in the entire national war or even the Battle of Songhu, or even this is not the end of this small-scale battle, but just a day or two of the battle scene, but now Songhu, now China, is in urgent need of victory.

Even if it is only a victory of one or two days, it has shattered the myth of the invincibility of the Japanese army.

The Chinese are very happy here, but for the two Japanese officers of the 36th Infantry Regiment who are avoiding trouble more than a hundred meters away, it is like adding salt to the wound.

Watching the Chinese people having fun, Makino Shun could no longer suppress the anger in his chest, and directly pulled out the pistol from the holster and pointed it at the densely packed Chinese people in the concession more than a hundred meters away.

However, this time it was Jiro Wakiita's turn to jump up and pull him: "Mr. Makino, don't be impulsive."

"Sir, those Chinese are so hateful, they are more noisy than flies in Hokkaido." Makino Shun gritted his teeth and said: "Please allow me to resign from the position of deputy commander. I only shoot at the Chinese on my own behalf. This matter does not involve the empire."

The Japanese lieutenant colonel had a face full of righteousness, and he was willing to go to the military court to defend the honor of the empire.

Jiro Wakiita's mouth twitched slightly, and he was naturally a little disgusted in his heart, but he still advised: "Mr. Makino, the best way to maintain the honor of the empire is to deal with the Chinese defenders in front of him, rather than causing new troubles for the empire!"

"Hi! It was Makino Shun who was not thoughtful and made the commander worry." Makino Shun heard his boss say this, and naturally he gave up.

As smart as he was, he didn't know what the consequences of shooting at the concession would be? Of course he knew. But why did he do this?

How to say it? It can only be said that these two are both good at being officials. They will not only find a way out for the other party, but also build a ladder for themselves.

This impulse and pull basically resolved the humiliation and embarrassment of the two unlucky guys facing the "provocation" of the Chinese people.

The great Imperial Japanese Army, facing such a naked slap in the face by the Chinese people whom they look down upon, if they do not express a little anger inappropriately to maintain the dignity of the empire, then they will not be slapped in the face by the division commander if it is spread out?

This is really life is like a play, and play is like life! It is fully reflected in these two Japanese military officers.

"Mr. Makino, the buzzing of flies will certainly make people upset, but as a commander of the Imperial Army, you should not let external things affect your emotions!" Jiro Wakiita persuaded his "impulsive" subordinate, waved his hand, and said sternly,

"The Chinese army we are facing is more tenacious than everyone expected. I think that if we continue to attack with the current intensity of artillery fire, we may not have a good result."

This is nonsense! How can we attack with half of the regiment already gone? Makino Shun complained in his heart, but his expression was brightened, and he said: "Your Excellency, the regiment commander, do you mean to request heavy artillery support?"

"That's right!" Jiro Wakiita nodded.

Makino Shun took a breath.

This guy must be mad! If heavy artillery could be used, why would it be so hard before? If this request is reported to the division headquarters, he will definitely be scolded like a dog!

Looking at his subordinates' dumbfounded look, Jiro Wakiita's eyes showed disdain and a little complacency.

The dog's academic temperament is full of wisdom, but now after a series of setbacks, his brain is not as useful as mine!

"Makino-kun, do you see that thing across the street?" Jiro Wakiita pointed to the huge tank 200 meters away.

"Is that the natural gas storage tank in the concession?" Makino Shun was slightly stunned.

"If our army announces that it will use heavy artillery, who will be the first to worry, the Chinese or the Westerners?" Jiro Wakiita's eyes flashed coldly.

"Of course it's the Westerners!" Makino Shun did not hesitate.

"Heavy artillery is not a mountain artillery or infantry artillery. If there is a mistake, it will definitely bomb the concession by mistake. If one falls around this tank and causes a fire, half of the concession will be reduced to rubble. This is also the main reason why we dare not use heavy artillery, otherwise our army will have to pay such a heavy price?"

"Makino-kun is right!" Jiro Wakiita smiled, but changed the subject. "I wonder if Makino-kun still remembers the so-called 'stirring up trouble' strategy that the idiot Yin Tengzhongji mentioned yesterday, and does he know where it came from?"

"It should be the 36 strategies of Sun Tzu's Art of War from ancient China! I don't know if what I said is right, please enlighten me, Captain." Makino Shun suppressed his disgust in his heart, and looked very ignorant and asked for advice humbly.

He just likes his subordinates to act like a scumbag, which satisfies his vanity as a leader. Jiro Wakiita looks like a teacher:

"Sun Tzu is the greatest military strategist in ancient China. People think that his greatest achievement is the Thirty-Six Stratagems, but that is not entirely true. Yin Tengzhongji, that idiot, only knows the basics but uses them to make a fool of himself. How can he not be defeated?

I remember he wrote in the military book: Winning every battle is not the best; defeating the enemy without fighting is the best! This means that winning every battle is not the highest level of the battle between the two armies. Being able to achieve the goal without using force is the highest level of the battle between the two armies!"

Don't you agree with the stupid idea of ​​the Hokkaido fishermen? Makino Shun complained silently in his heart, but his face showed a look of learning: "Your Excellency, the commander of the regiment is indeed a descendant of a famous family, and your knowledge is indeed very profound, but how can you achieve victory without fighting now?"

To be honest, although he said it beautifully, Makino Shun didn't have too high expectations in his heart. The commander of the regiment, who killed and injured 700 imperial army soldiers by fighting and consuming, was a vivid interpretation of the word "stupid" during the day.

"This depends on the psychological endurance of those Westerners." Wakiita Jiro narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the huge tank standing in the dark opposite.