The first tactical intention should be the core of today's battle, covering the engineers to dig tunnels, there is nothing wrong with this.

But the second so-called fire cover for infantry is naturally the prelude to the strong attack.

And strong attack, through yesterday's day of battle, has proved to be the stupidest tactic. Why does this person still have to stubbornly use it?

Thinking of the positioning of the Chinese army's logistics supplies just now, the Japanese army's Zhongzou still didn't understand the real reason why this stubborn choice of the "stupid" tactic.

It is difficult for the attacked Chinese to find that the civil engineering operations of the engineers underground are one of the first things, and more importantly, they have to consume the Chinese ammunition reserves.

However, when the Chinese were not stubbornly using cannons to consume cannons, his corps captain was extremely cruel to replace it with another way, using the lives of soldiers.

But the Chinese have to face the challenge.

In the warehouse.

As the Japanese artillery fire became weaker and stronger, the little hearts of the officers and soldiers in the company also rose and fall.

The strength of the Japanese army's firepower covering the building is nothing to this group of war soldiers whose nerves are becoming increasingly tenacious.

Not to mention them, even the ordinary people on the other side were a little numbed by the stubborn bombardment of the Japanese army. They should eat and drink now, and they will no longer be as nervous as yesterday.

What they were nervous about was the bet that Tang Da Platoon leader started.

The little Japanese man became so arrogant this morning that the shells were like they didn't have money, and they only bombed them for more than two hours.

However, what made the officers and soldiers even more painful was that judging by the intensity of the artillery fire, there was no intention to stop. It was announced that it had been more than three hours.

There were ghosts and wolves howling in the warehouse.

They were taken over by Tang Da Platoon Leader, and all the bets against him here were lost.

How can I not feel sorry for it! That’s all the money that works hard! The more you have four or five dollars, and the less you have one or two dollars. If you have the opportunity to send it back, it will be enough for the family to spend half a year!

He looked at the platoon leader Tang with a smile and took back the exquisite pen given by the beautiful reporter from the gambling table. Then he looked at the two guys who had no bets, led by veteran Youzi, who could see the big teeth in the back trough. Many people were blessed with their hearts. It turned out that the commander had already expected that the Japanese army would be crazy today, and he came to cheat them of money!

It's so poisonous! Even the dying people are cheating on money.

However, if you admit that you are betting, who has made them lose the ability to predict like a god? There is nothing to say about everyone.

Even Leng Feng, who couldn't help but lose a piece of the ocean and lost the Tang sword, could only smile bitterly:

"I said Brother Tang! You cheated on your brothers and we all admit that we lost the gambling and there was nothing to say, but how did you judge that the Japanese devils would be so generous? Can you tell everyone? I'm really strange. Could it be that you went to the Japanese position yesterday to discuss time with them? Or, if they were going to fight, you would have eavesdropped on them?"

Leng Feng said this naturally a joke. Tang Dao has killed so many Japanese troops. Even if he wants to surrender now, the Japanese army who wishes to peel him and get cramps may not be able to accept it. Who do you think his 1.8-meter height can be hidden from him!

The officers and soldiers were naturally curious, and it was a myth, but what the platoon leader Leng said was not impossible. Could it be that this person really eavesdropped on the combat meeting of the Japanese command last night? After all, he was the only one in the warehouse who had the experience of sneaking into the Japanese position.

"If I can find their corps headquarters, then I wouldn't throw a few grenades in and kill them, and let the superiors apply for a blue sky and white sun medal to show off. Is there a place to sit here to play with you?" Tang Dao lazily threw out a sentence and quickly extinguished the fantasies of the soldiers who were cheated.

Then he waved his hand, "It's dispersed, and we'll get enough ammunition. The Japanese will probably not take it long to attack first."

The soldiers were about to scatter, but they heard Tang Dao say, "But! Today, I was in a good mood for winning money. All the soldiers in a company, who have been recorded in military merits, will be rewarded with two more yuan for cash and paid.

But this is only once, next time I win money, I will put it all in my pocket to marry my wife.”

"Long live Platoon Leader Tang!"

"Sir, I don't care about you!"

......

One of the things that feel extremely happy in the world is to lose and gain again, and it is to lose what you thought you had but you took it back in your arms again.

For non-professional gamblers, if they are given another chance to choose, they will definitely say: Return the money to me, I won’t play anymore.

The soldiers didn't chew hard on Tang Dao's face, which was a result of extreme restraint. The huge cheers even exceeded the rumbling cannons that were still ringing outside.

Only Leng Feng seemed to hear the different meaning of Tang Dao's words and cried: "The soldiers are rewarded, what about the officers?"

"A officer? Will you lack this little money? Just treat it as giving benefits to your brothers." Tang Dao ruthlessly extinguished Lieutenant Leng's fantasy.

The ocean he threw down was destined to be a "provident fund"!

"No!" Leng Feng was so painful that he was the only piece on him. The rest had been distributed to the soldiers to inspire morale before the war.

But his wailing was obviously useless in front of Tang Dao's "cold". With a look of Tang Dao, a row of soldiers came over, laughing and roaring, holding the platoon leader who was not willing to give up, and let the platoon leader make a fuss for a while. What should he do if the platoon leader Tang regrets and refuses to give the reward?

The fourth floor of the warehouse.

The Army Lieutenant Colonel, who had been standing behind the look-in, carefully observed the battlefield, also heard the newsletter's laughter from the second floor. A faint smile appeared on his serious face, but there was only a hint of undetectable melancholy in his eyes.

Perhaps many people don’t quite understand Tang Dao’s fun style in the second floor, which is inconsistent with the atmosphere on the battlefield, but he guessed some of his intentions. However, what can such a group of soldiers who are not afraid of life and death become even if they become excellent?

Do they have a future for continuing to unite to fight against the Japanese army?

"Deputy of the regiment, the Japanese infantry began to move!" Yang Ruifu, who was standing beside him, put down the telescope and pointed at the distance, disrupting the slightly sad thoughts of the Army Lieutenant Colonel.

"Order each company to open fire according to the previous arrangements and the Japanese infantry arrived at the prescribed distance, especially the machine gun company Lei Xiong, tell him to pay attention to saving ammunition, and no machine guns should be used unless they are important targets." The Army Lieutenant Colonel calmed down and picked up the telescope and observed the blurred figure of Tongtong in the distance, which was covered by thick smoke in the distance, while ordering.

After more than three hours of artillery fire coverage, at 10:30 in the morning, the Japanese army finally kicked off the bloody battlefield on October 28.

The five Type 89 tanks and three Type 94 tanks appeared on the battlefield, a total of 8 steel monsters, showed the Japanese army's determination.

Moreover, the Japanese tanks should be prepared to deal with the shooting of machine guns that threaten them. The fronts of the five Type 89 tanks were stacked with two layers of sandbags fixed with ropes.

Although this method is a bit rustic, and it is even more embarrassing that the imperial armored cavalry must rely on sandbags to arm, if it can reduce the terrible kinetic energy of the machine gun shells, it will undoubtedly be successful.
Chapter completed!