Early in the morning of the sixth day, the weather was fine

When the first rays of sunlight shone on the earth, the blue sky and white sun flags of the four rows of warehouses were still fluttering in the sky, and the warehouses were still in the hands of the Chinese army.

The last ten wounded soldiers gathered on the top floor, they were tightly united around the national flag, facing the two wounded soldiers at the top of the staircase, one of whom held a Czech light machine gun in his hand, one of the wounded soldiers had his head down, the muzzle of the gun was facing the staircase, his legs were bloody, his calf was missing, and there was only a pool of blood and countless bullet casings and empty magazines below.

At the staircase in front of him, there were more than a dozen corpses of Japanese soldiers lying messily, looking down the stairs, the entire staircase, there were countless corpses of Japanese soldiers lying densely, and even piled up at the corner, and no one could pass at all.

"Kick Kick ......" There were footsteps again downstairs, and the sound of Japanese shouting, and the Japanese on the fourth floor were vigorously emptying the corpses blocking the stairs, preparing for the next attack.

"Hey, two fools, the devil is coming again, ready to fight!"

A soldier pushed the second fool who was facing the staircase hard, but the second fool didn't react at all, trembling and stretched his hand under the second fool's nose, and found that the second fool had already stopped breathing, and his body was cold, but the second fool had always maintained a fighting posture.

"The two stupid devils are here!" Zheng Shijue moved his arm and pointed the pistol at the staircase.

"Battalion commander, the second fool has sacrificed!"

After Zheng Shijue heard this, he was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and then quickly adjusted his mentality: "It's good to sacrifice, it's liberated, hahaha, brothers, our ancestors said that dying on the battlefield in battle, the horse leather shroud, is the highest honor for soldiers, and today we are also considered to have died on the battlefield, it's worth it, how many devils did you kill last night!" ”

"Battalion commander, I can't count them, dozens of them, the devils are like fools, one after the other rushes up, I will shoot one shot, one shot to kill one!"

A wounded soldier lying on the side shouted with all his might, only to see that he was covered in wounds, most of them grenade shrapnel, which was caused by the Japanese constantly throwing grenades to the roof and mortar bombardment in order to attack him at night.

There are more than 20 corpses of the defenders lying on the roof of the building, all of which were heroically sacrificed last night, and Zheng Shijue was originally going to die with the devil when he was on the first floor, but he was forced to go to the top floor by the soldier who was called the second fool.

On the top floor, these wounded soldiers, using the weapons in their hands, withstood the grenade bombing of the devils, repeated charges and dozens of attacks before and after, but still did not take the top floor of the Sixing warehouse.

"Brothers, the devil is going to attack, everyone cheer up, those who can move can move and those who can't move are ready to prepare grenades, our 524 regiment has no captured soldiers!"

"Good!"

All the wounded soldiers who were still alive struggled to straighten up, some with grenades, some with pistols, and a light machine gun, all aimed at the position of the staircase, which was about thirty meters away from them, and the footsteps of the Japanese were getting closer and closer.

At the staircase on the fourth floor, a squad of Japanese soldiers cleaned the stairs with expressionless faces, they couldn't figure out what kind of Chinese army they were facing, and they were so stubborn in resisting.

Last night, there were wounded soldiers on the first floor and two floors on the second floor, and the Japanese fought for most of the night, and finally retreated to the top floor, where there were only twenty or thirty wounded Chinese soldiers.

After the failure of persuasion, the Japanese launched an attack on the fifth layer, after the first wave of attack was repulsed, the Japanese chose to use grenades, mortars, etc., but they have not succeeded, as time goes by, and finally at dawn, the Japanese still did not take the four lines of warehouses, and the blue sky and white sun flag still did not fall.

"The devil is coming, fight!"

After Zheng Shijue shouted and hit, his weak arm was raised, and he pulled the trigger at the staircase, and now Zheng Shijue couldn't control the recoil of the pistol at all, and after firing a shot, he almost fell to the ground because of inertia.

However, he still stubbornly sat up again, and continued to shoot at the Japanese at the staircase, and so on.

The machine gunners facing the staircase, holding the Czech, facing the staircase, the bullets of one magazine were quickly emptied, and after a firepower vacancy, the Japanese finally rushed to the fifth floor.

"Bang!"

Zheng Shijue was shot again and snorted, but he still played with the gun and lifted his gun and pulled the trigger again at the nearest Japanese soldier.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After Zheng Shijue finished shooting, he was shot four or five times in a row, and his arm slowly hammered down, but his hand still held the pistol tightly, his eyes were open like copper bells, staring at the Japanese soldiers in front of him.

"Little devil, your grandfather is here!"

At this time, a defender lying on the other side of the staircase with a corpse suddenly burst out, holding two grenades in his hands, and rolled directly down from the gap and landed in the staircase.

"Boom!"

Two explosions rang out, and there was a wail from downstairs, and the soldiers who charged up the stairs were killed by more than a dozen people, as well as a group of wounded soldiers.

The gunfire slowly stopped, and there were no more wounded on the fifth floor who could shoot, and the few wounded soldiers who survived were surrounded by a group of devils in the middle, and there were about a dozen Japanese soldiers surrounding them.

"Platoon commander, there are only ten devils, a little less!"

A soldier tilted his head, one by one to count the number of Japanese in front of him, and finally said weakly to the seriously wounded platoon commander beside him.

"Wait, wait, the devils definitely want us to surrender, if the devils want to check, we will fight with them!"

"Good!"

After the Japanese rushed to the fifth floor, someone quickly reported the news to an officer who was commanding on the fourth floor. ”

"There are also a few Chinese soldiers who have lost their resistance, surrounded by us!"

"Yamaguchi-kun, you know Chinese, please go and surrender, let these Chinese soldiers surrender, tell them that as long as they surrender, we can not blame the past, and do our best to treat their injuries, and at the same time let them become officials!"

"Yes! But Miyamoto-kun, do we really want to persuade these Chinese soldiers to surrender? Many warriors of the Empire have died at the hands of their guns, and if they are surrendered, there may be some ...... in the army."

Miyamoto Osa smiled: "Don't worry, these things will be dealt with by the general, this Chinese army has too much influence, we need some captured or surrendered soldiers to promote us, go, we need prisoners!" ”

"Hayi!"

The Japanese, called Yamaguchi, bowed, took two steps back, and walked to the staircase that led to the fifth floor on the fourth floor, the entire staircase was covered with corpses on both sides, all of which were left by the Japanese when they attacked the fifth floor, and after the blood coagulated, this not too long staircase became very slippery, and every step had to be taken carefully.

And the more you go up, the more slippery the stairs become, the Japanese soldiers who have just been killed and the Japanese soldiers who were killed are bloody, the stumps are scattered all over the ground, and the psychological tolerance is not too good.

After Yamaguchi walked to the fifth floor, the Japanese who surrounded the wounded soldiers made a gap, and Yamaguchi walked slowly over, and saw a group of soldiers covered in wounds and blood, their military uniforms were tattered, and there was a thick layer of ash on their faces, and it was impossible to see their appearances.

Most of the people here are very thin, and they can even be described as skinny, and Yamaguchi could never have imagined that the soldiers of the army who had stopped them for six days and five nights were like this.

According to the Japanese soldiers' thoughts, the defenders in this warehouse were all among the Chinese army, powerful and well-trained, but now after seeing it with his own eyes, Yamaguchi suddenly fell silent, and slowly swept over every Chinese soldier in front of him.

"You're all warriors!" Yamaguchi spoke slowly in half-baked Chinese.

The wounded soldier who could still move his body gently touched his companion: "Hey, this little devil said that we are warriors, and the little devil praised us!" ”

"Ahem, this, this little devil, I don't have a good heart, ahem, big mouth you, you just don't say a word, ahem!"

The platoon commander next to him coughed while talking, he was shot in the abdomen, and now he was bleeding, and he was weakly pressing it with his left hand, but the blood continued to flow out, but the platoon commander endured it and did not scream.

"We, the Imperial Japanese Army, the most admired are warriors like you, I come here on behalf of the Imperial Japanese Army, as long as you surrender, we will treat you preferentially, we will help you heal your wounds, and at the same time, we will also reunite you with your families!"

As he said this, Yamaguchi observed the changes in the expressions of each soldier, hoping to find a breakthrough, but all the wounded soldiers who were still alive looked at him with a sneering expression, and no one was willing to talk to him at all.

Yamaguchi was not annoyed, but chose to change the way: "We have also prepared money for you, you can put forward as much as you need, as long as we have it, we can give it to you, of course, if you want to be an official, we can also arrange for you to work, absolutely the battalion commander or above!" ”

After hearing this, the big mouth touched his platoon commander again: "Platoon commander, the devil said to give us money, and we can also be an official!" ”

The platoon commander knew the character of the big mouth, and turned his head with difficulty to look over: "You want to be a lackey?" ”

"I don't want it! I'll just talk about it, but this little devil is very fun, and Huangquan Road won't be too lonely! ”

"Nani?"

Yamaguchi can speak Chinese, but he is not a Chinese expert, he doesn't know what is called Huangquan Road, but he can see that the person opposite him who is covered in wounds and bleeding from his abdomen is an officer, stretched out his hand to take out gauze from the Japanese soldier behind him, and slowly squatted down: "This Chinese officer, your courage is worthy of our admiration, my proposal you can think about it well, I will first bandage your wounds, there is only one life, if not, there is nothing!" ”

"Platoon commander, it's almost thirty devils, is it enough!"

As soon as Yamaguchi finished speaking, he heard a shout, and he didn't quite understand what it meant, and at this time, Zhang Qiang, the platoon commander of the 524th Regiment in front of him, roared: "Enough!" ”

"Boom!"