The Japanese hastened their offensive was over, and a bomber exploded, disrupting all the plans of the Japanese.

The original plan was that the Japanese would take advantage of the artillery fire, mountain artillery bombardment, tank cover, and bomber bombardment to blow up a huge gap in the impregnable Sixing warehouse, and then the Japanese continued to rush into the warehouse, so that they could take the entire warehouse in one fell swoop and completely wipe out the Chinese army that disturbed the ceremony of entering the city.

But now after the bomber exploded, all plans were broken, and the attacking Japanese soldiers added up to less than a thousand alive, and almost all of them were wounded, and a brigade was reimbursed, and this loss was difficult for the Japanese to accept.

In addition, the attacking tanks were also destroyed, and they were not destroyed by the enemy, and their own people did it, and the perfect plan, or the plan that was very likely to be completed, was directly lost.

"Damn it!"

Japanese co-captain Fujiwara slammed his fist on the table, and finally picked up his mobile phone helplessly trembling and reported the news to Matsui Ishone.

"You tell me that our downed bombers are hindering our offensive?" Matsui Ishine frowned and looked up at the rest of the generals standing in front of him.

"Yes!"

"You seppuku!"

After finishing speaking, Matsui Shigen hung up the phone, and finally glanced at the division commander in front of him: "One of our wings, attacking a warehouse guarded by 800 Chinese troops, has sacrificed nearly 2,000 people, and a wing is about to be disabled, what do you say should be done!" ”

"Your Excellency Commander, leave it to me, within a day, I will capture the Four Lines of Warehouse!" A division commander stood up, bowed, and assured Matsui Ishone.

"Ito Masaaki, within one day, I hope that your 101st Division will be able to take the Sixing Warehouse!"

"Hayi!"

After Ito Masaki bowed, he quickly withdrew from Matsui Ishone's headquarters, and then began to get busy, the 101st Division was not a standing division in Japan, but a special division.

The so-called special divisions are because after the start of the war, the Japanese temporarily recruited some soldiers to form them, and in order to deal with sudden war situations, most of the divisions and regiments were numbered 100 years later.

The 101st Division was formed on September 1, 1937 in Tokyo, Japan, a division, after the formation was completed, it was quickly transferred to the Chinese battlefield, and on September 22, 1937, it was incorporated into the Shanghai Dispatch Army, participated in the Battle of Songhu, until it was transferred back to Japan in 1939, and was abolished in 1940.

The current 101st Division should be a division between the A Division and the B Division, under the jurisdiction of the 101st Infantry Brigade, the brigade commander Major General Sato Masasaburo, the 102nd Infantry Brigade, Major General Kudo Yoshio, the 101st Cavalry Brigade, the 101st Field Artillery Wing, the 101st Engineer Wing, and the 101st Baggage Wing, with a total number of 160,000 people.

After receiving Matsui Ishone's order, Masaki Ito of the 101st Division quickly left the headquarters, and then quickly returned to his division and began to specify the battle plan.

After Fujiwara hung up Matsui Ishone's phone, his hands trembled a little and put the phone back in place, and then slowly sat in his position, his hands and body were slowly trembling, and finally raised his head to look at the rest of the officers in front of him, his eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness, and finally waved his hand vigorously, signaling everyone to leave.

Slowly walked to the cabinet in front of him, and took out a saber, a saber that was much shorter than the command knife of a normal Japanese officer, which was a saber specially used by the Japanese for seppuku.

Fujiwara's movements were very slow, slowly taking off his clothes, then exposing his stomach, taking out the prepared towel from the side, and then putting it in his mouth, closing his eyes, sweat began to fall from his forehead, this has not started yet, he is already afraid.

In the end, Fujiwara thought about what was going on at home, and finally gritted his teeth and plunged the knife into his abdomen, pain, huge pain hit, the sweat on his forehead was originally very small, but now it has become the size of a soybean, and then he cut the knife horizontally and pulled it with all his strength.

In the end, Fujiwara's mouth continued to have blood flowing out, and finally his head slowly lowered, and after about ten minutes, a staff officer walked in, only to find that his commander had committed suicide.

In the Sixing warehouse, Yu Zhiqian looked at the Japanese who were like the tide receding, and slowly put down the binoculars, he now found that everything was different from what he knew before, first of all, the Japanese casualties increased.

This time alone, almost every Japanese who saw the retreat carried a corpse on their backs, at least eight or nine hundred, and this casualty figure was much more than the more than two hundred casualties in history.

Yu Zhiqian looked at the Japanese soldiers in the distance and the dim sky, a day passed, but just this day, although he had not experienced high-intensity fighting, Yu Zhiqian knew that this was just the calm before the storm, and the Japanese would definitely have large-scale revenge waiting for him later.

"Sir, it's time for dinner!"

Xie Jinyuan took out a can, and handed it to Yu Zhiqian, after Yu Zhiqian took it, he nodded, unscrewed it vigorously, found that it was canned pork, and looked at Xie Jinyuan: "The devil's canned pork?" ”

"Yes, the devil's canned pork eats much better than ours!"

After Yu Zhiqian heard this, he took the canned pork and walked to the place where the rest of the soldiers ate and looked over, the rest of the soldiers ate much worse than what Yu Zhiqian and others ate, that is, some simple hard noodle steamed buns, plus a little bit of jerky, and a little water for everyone, this is the dinner of all the soldiers.

"Distribute the canned food to the brothers, there is still a tough battle to fight tomorrow or night, we can't let the brothers eat this, just let them die, we can't let the brothers be starving ghosts!"

After hearing Yu Zhiqian's words, Xie Jinyuan nodded, turned around in place, and touched his head: "In this way, we don't have too much canned pork, and it's unrealistic for each person, but we're still a little white-faced!" ”

After Yu Zhiqian heard this, his eyes lit up: "Then are there any brothers who can make steamed buns or dumplings?" Give your brothers a good meal! ”

Xie Jinyuan heard it and thought for a while: "For buns, we don't have a steamer, but for dumplings, it should be okay!" ”

"Then let the brothers have a good meal of dumplings, there may be some brothers tonight and tomorrow!" After Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, he let out a long sigh: "The little devil will definitely not give up, we have to prepare early!" After finishing speaking, Yu Zhiqian tore open a hard steamed bun and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.