Chapter 98 Everyone Eats Their Own Melon

The soldiers of the third platoon who were waiting in the trenches had no chance to help their platoon leader block the Japanese army that was chasing them.

The closest distance to the Japanese army was 250 meters away.

The soldiers of the third platoon knew that the Japanese army might not be afraid of the submachine guns and machine guns that had been waiting here for a long time, but that the ruins illuminated by flares would occasionally burst into flames and loud noises.

The soldiers of the third platoon who were nervously observing from a distance felt pain for the Japanese army just by watching.

Dozens of people chasing one person, and being beaten like this, how uncomfortable it must be!

I really want to hug these poor kids in my arms, pat their little heads, and comfort them: You are so stupid, you should go home and read more books!

However, the protagonist of a battlefield who did not forget to carry his small package, carry a submachine gun and wear a shit-yellow military uniform while fleeing from the battlefield was not as relaxed as his subordinates who started to light cigarettes and waited for his return with a smile.

He did not rush back to the warehouse, but fired into the sky and shouted angrily from a distance of nearly 100 meters: "Everyone hide! Beware of shelling!"

"What did your platoon leader shout?" Lieutenant Leng Feng, a little fan of Tang Dao, did not see Tang Dao's figure, but heard Tang Dao's voice, and patted Niu Er in confusion.

"It seems to be something to hide?" Niu Er's hearing is very good.

"Fuck! Shelling! Everyone lie down!" Leng Feng was immediately scared.

However, he was obviously the slowest to react.

The trench was in chaos, and everyone was in chaos.

The third platoon had been following Tang Dao for a long time, and they knew Tang Dao's style. If the calm and cold commander Tang shouted from such a long distance, the Japanese army's revenge would definitely be extremely fierce.

Lying down in a 1.5-meter-deep trench was definitely not a good idea.

Leng Feng was naturally not stupid, and he chased the old soldier's ass and rolled and crawled from the communication trench to the warehouse.

In less than 20 seconds, the area dozens of meters in front of the warehouse was turned into a sea of ​​fire by the violent explosion of "boom! boom!", followed by the scream of artillery shells piercing the night sky.

The Japanese army's revenge came quickly and fiercely, using at least ten infantry guns and six mountain guns to cover the entire area 200 meters in front of the warehouse. The posture of demolishing the broken walls and ruins in the ruins at all costs was much more wasteful than the army lieutenant colonel who approved 60 artillery shells.

For more than half an hour, the 16 guns fired at least 300 artillery shells.

The rumbling of artillery shells alarmed most of the concessions. No one could understand what the Chinese and Japanese sides were doing. Who would start an artillery battle before dawn?

Even the experienced Brigadier General of the British Empire looked out the window at the half of the sky lit up by the fire, and faced Colonel James's anxious eyes. He held back for a long time before uncertainly asking a few interrogative sentences: "Maybe, he lost his patience due to the harassment of the Chinese? Or maybe, the Japanese logistics and supplies have arrived?"

Then, the experienced commander of the Western Allied Forces may feel that his interrogative sentences are indeed difficult to convince himself, and he pondered for a long time, and finally gave an affirmative sentence: "Today's battlefield will be more cruel than yesterday."

Little James...

I have the urge to roll my eyes at the commander, if I am not afraid of being misunderstood by the commander.

This is of course just a Western joke about the uncertain answer in my heart. The two veteran soldiers with battlefield experience really didn't understand what the Japanese front-line commanders were thinking. The ruins before the warehouse are actually very important, especially for the attacking party.

At least, those ruins could help their infantry avoid bullets fired from the warehouse. If the Chinese had enough artillery or ammunition, they would have demolished the ruins by "plowing the ground".

As a result, the Japanese did what the Chinese could not do.

And through the battlefield yesterday, although the Japanese commanders and the Chinese commanders were slightly worse at responding to the situation, they were definitely not stupid. Why is their IQ so low now?

This question has been lingering in the brigadier general's mind, and the Japanese army will naturally not tell him the answer.

It was not until several years later that Japan was beaten into a dog by the United States and the lieutenant general of the British Empire who set foot on the main island of Japan as a victor checked the confidential archives of the Japanese army and saw the battle report of the 36th Infantry Regiment's full-scale artillery bombardment in the early morning of October 28, and then he knew the truth.

It was for just one person.

However, after seeing the number of casualties caused by that one person to the Japanese army at that time, the lieutenant general of the British Empire Army believed that Colonel Jiro Wakiita made the right choice.

If it were him, he would never let such a terrible guy go back alive.

But now, the two senior Western officers who have been concerned about this battle can only be confused and anxious.

The Japanese were beaten into fools by the Chinese. This is definitely not good news for the concession.

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"What can I do? Why hasn't the commander come back yet?" Liu Datou, who was hiding in the warehouse and watching the blazing artillery fire outside, was so anxious that he spoke in his hometown dialect.

"Don't worry about it! Didn't you see that the commander disappeared after yelling at this side?" The old soldier was not worried at all. He poked his head and glanced at the outside, and leaned back against the wall comfortably again: "For people like you and me, the bones may be rotten, but the commander will be alive and kicking, and can tease the beautiful reporters every day."

"What do you mean? Do you know where the commander went?" Liu Datou figured out something.

"Nonsense, if I can guess the commander's intention, then I am also your commander, Liu Datou?" The old soldier lazily lit a cigarette.

"But I know that the commander definitely did not run to the warehouse, otherwise he could not run faster than the shells. What's the saying? Running against the tide, that's it."

"Wait, squad leader, what did you say just now that the commander flirted with the beautiful reporter? Did you see something?" Yang Xiaoshan, who came from the outside, came over with a torch to light the old soldier's cigarette, but changed the topic of discussing the safety of a certain commander.

The most common thing in human society is curiosity about gossip, especially those related to romance.

"Yes! Li, tell me quickly, did you see anything?"

"If you ask me, only our platoon leader is worthy of that moon reporter. You don't know, her skin is whiter than the full moon."

"Did the commander touch the reporter's hand?"

......

The soldiers in the room, who were obviously over-hormoned, expressed their various imaginations about this romantic incident led by the old soldier.

"Bah! The commander is not as low-class as you, and he touched the hand right away." The old soldier spat and continued to gossip smugly: "The commander actually didn't pay much attention to the big reporter at all. The look in her eyes is not as kind as ours!"

"Li, do you mean that the commander likes men?"

Li Jiujin's words contained a lot of information, and the originally concentrating 'Er Ya' was dumbfounded.

"Er Ya! You are still too young and don't understand women! I'll tell you, especially those arrogant women, the more you rush to get close to them, the less they want to pay attention to you." The old soldier said with a shake of his head, looking very experienced.

"What should we do?" Someone suddenly interrupted and asked.

"Do it the way our superior does! Don't look straight at her. With my experience, I have seen that the beautiful reporter looks at our superior differently, and her eyebrows and eyes are almost dripping with water." Old Li was smoking happily and closing his eyes to savor the taste, while bragging.

"Tsk tsk, the superior is really extraordinary, and he is awesome at everything he does."

There should be a sound of inhalation here! But there was silence, as if everyone was stunned.

"Are you scared by my careful observation?" The old soldier opened his eyes, but found that a group of people who were eating melons were all standing straight! Standing straight and straight.

Suddenly turning his head, he saw Tang Dao, who was only wearing a red and white shirt stained with blood, looking at him with a playful look.

"Come on, continue to write for me!"

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PS: In the early stage of the new book, some classic plots of the Sihang Warehouse in the old book may reappear. That is in response to the requests of many old readers. After all, the old book is OVER, but the feelings are still there. They hope that those classics will be preserved.

But after the four lines, there will be no more. That is a brand new story, not a continuation of the old book. After all, Tang Dao is not Lang Tuanzuo. Leaving Songhu and going to Jinling, there will be more exciting stories. Fengyue will not spoil it here. Just keep reading.

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Also, I received bad news today. My cousin's little daughter, my niece, is only four years old. She has a tumor. We don't know what type it is yet. We have to have an operation to find out. As an uncle, Fengyue is very sad and can't do much. I wish my little niece good health!

I'm in a bad mood and I'm rambling a lot. Please forgive me!