Chapter 72 Is This a Show of Strength at the Cost of One’s Life?

The Sihang Warehouse building is of course the most conspicuous and the most concerned.

Although there are many potholes and large black masses on the walls on both sides, it still remains intact.

Relatively speaking, the front is much more miserable. Two gaps three or four meters wide were blown out on the first floor. From the side, it looks like two terrible wounds on the face of a giant.

Several windows that were piled up to a height of one person with sandbags were completely blown open, and some soldiers were busy piling up sandbags again.

There may be some damage and casualties, but the building is still standing, and the defenders are still there. Whether optimistic or pessimistic, as long as you are Chinese, your heart is hanging.

The Chinese defenders are fine, and the attacking Japanese army should not be in trouble! This may be the most normal psychology.

But even with this psychological foundation, just like the stage opening, the misery of the Japanese army on the battlefield still dazzles everyone's eyes.

The burning tanks in the distance continued to make muffled explosions, and from time to time, flames would burst out several people high. It should be the stored bullets or shells that exploded due to the flames.

However, the large steel bonfire was only a corner of the tragic picture of the Japanese army.

In front of the warehouse, although the corpses of the Japanese soldiers in shit-yellow uniforms were not scattered all over the field, there were no less than a hundred corpses, especially in the area only more than 20 meters away from the warehouse, where there were countless corpses lying in a mess.

Some were completely silent, and some were still twitching unconsciously. There were no loud screams, because there were almost no lightly injured people.

The inaudible groans of pain quietly dissipated in the autumn wind after passing a distance of a hundred meters.

Undoubtedly, this was a great victory!

After a short silence.

The people on the shore cheered loudly, and countless telescopes on the roofs and balconies in the distance were dropped.

I'm afraid no one expected that the Japanese army, which sent nearly a thousand infantry and ten tanks to help, would suffer such a great defeat. This level of loss is no longer just a bloody head, but can be called a "monkey pinching peach" by the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

Even the brigadier general of the British Empire, who had made accurate predictions, was surprised and didn't say a word for a long time.

Colonel James scanned the battlefield in disbelief for a long time before he uttered a sentence: "How did the Japanese win this battle?"

Yes, although the battle situation was far beyond the expectations of this Western colonel, the arrogance in his bones still made it difficult for him to admit his mistake of underestimating the Chinese. He could only blame the miserable defeat of the Japanese army on themselves.

The inherent impression formed by a nation's weakness for hundreds of years is naturally difficult to reverse with just this battle.

Then use two, three or more games to solve it!

Except for the little butterfly who came through, no one knew that China's great patriotic war would last for eight years.

Pingjin and Songhu were just the beginning.

The man in black robe had already put down his drumstick and looked at the battlefield, with an imperceptible excitement on his thin and cold face.

A man in a black suit stood on a high place and announced loudly:

"Listen up, young and old, to celebrate the victory of the opposing commander in chief over the Japanese pirates, our boss will pay for everyone present to get two vegetable cakes and a bowl of thick porridge.

Also, as long as everyone stays, our boss will cover the three meals a day during this period, no matter how long the battle lasts."

The crowd suddenly boiled.

Although the opposing commanders were very excited to fight the Japanese, people are made of iron and steel, and if there is no food in their stomachs, they can't even shout, right? Someone is here to deliver food to thousands of people, which can be regarded as solving the most fundamental problem.

That is, even though each person only has two vegetable cakes and a bowl of porridge for a meal, three meals a day for nearly 10,000 people still cost a lot, especially now that supplies are scarce and prices are soaring during the war, who has such strong financial resources and dares to bear it alone?

"Is it the old man in black clothes beating the drum?"

"It must be Mr. Zhu from Fuping Cloth Shop! I think he is very generous."

"No, it must be Ms. He who distributed porridge some time ago!"

......

There are all kinds of speculations.

Perhaps, only Yue Changqing, who looked at the old man in black robe who dropped the drumstick and smiled and greeted each other, knew clearly who did this good deed.

The man in the black suit was only five meters away from him. It was only after he got a signal from him that he turned his head and walked to the higher place.

Inadvertently seeing the remaining women looking respectfully at the back of the two followers who disappeared at the corner of the street, Yue Changqing seemed to know who that person was.

While his face was full of surprise, he suddenly understood a truth: Sure enough, there is no absolute good or bad in this world, and people are multifaceted creatures.

The battlefield was silent, but the war was not over yet.

The severely damaged Japanese army did not retaliate with artillery fire, perhaps because there were still Japanese wounded soldiers lying in a pool of blood in front of the warehouse building. Even when a Chinese soldier walked out of the building with his head held high with a rifle, no gunshots were heard.

Because no one knew what he wanted to do.

Clean up the battlefield? Isn't it too few for one person to come out?

And it was not safe to come out in this posture at this time. Not to mention the Japanese heavy machine guns 500 meters away, the Japanese cold gunmen lying in the ruins could kill him at any time.

At least five Japanese officers looked at the Chinese soldier who took the initiative to walk out of the bunker through binoculars, with anger in their eyes. I don't know how much effort it took to suppress the thought of ordering him to be killed on the spot.

They also wanted to know the intention of this Chinese.

Not to mention that the Japanese army didn't know, the brows of the lieutenant colonel in the warehouse were deeply furrowed. Lei Xiong, who had already withdrawn to the warehouse, opened his mouth and said: "Is Tang Dao crazy?"

Perhaps only the officers and soldiers on the first floor knew what Tang Dao was going to do. He just told Lao Hei: Do you want to see how the Japanese cry?

Then, when the battle subsided, Tang Dao walked out with a rifle.

In the range of the Japanese heavy machine guns, standing in the pile of Japanese corpses in front of the warehouse, Tang Dao glanced left and right and roared coldly in Japanese.

Leng Feng, who knew a little about Japanese, translated for everyone. The general idea was: "Why, the great Imperial Japanese Army is so cowardly? Your enemies are already standing in front of you, and you only dare to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead? If this is your way of surrendering, stand up, I can let you go."

There are still Japanese soldiers pretending to be dead? Everyone was shocked and pulled the bolt to aim at the corpses in the field.

"If not, then, stand up and fight like a samurai. I'll give you a fair fight. Kill me and you'll go back."

As Tang Dao continued to stimulate in Japanese, some Japanese soldiers stood up in the large pool of blood, and some overturned the dead bodies covering their bodies and lay down.

A total of four Japanese soldiers with pale faces stood up from the battlefield in front of the warehouse with rifles.

Four loaded rifles were pointed at Tang Dao, and at the same time, they were also aimed at by dozens or even hundreds of guns.

The Japanese infantry who wanted to escape by pretending to be dead but was exposed had cramps in their calves, and the palms of the Chinese soldiers who witnessed this scene were also full of sweat.

No one knew how Tang Dao felt at the moment, just as no one knew why he walked out.

If it was to pretend with his life, then this was too much, and it was not worth it at all.

Perhaps, Lei Xiong, who had woken up from his surprise, already knew what he was going to do, and his eyes burst into a gleam.