The Sihang Warehouse Building is of course the most conspicuous and most attention-grabbing.

Although many potholes were blown out on the walls on both sides and large black balls were smoked by gunpowder, they were still intact.

Relatively speaking, the front is much more miserable. Two gaps that are three or four meters wide were burst on the first floor. From the side, it looks like two terrifying wounds were pulled out of the giant's face.

Several windows that were piled up by sandbags and fortifications were completely blown away by the height of one person, and some soldiers were busy piled up with sandbags again.

There may be some injuries and casualties, but the building still stands tall and the defenders are still there. Whether they are optimistic or not, as long as they are Chinese, the heart is steadily steadily.

The Chinese defenders have no major issues, so the Japanese army on the attacking side should have fallen into something! This may be the most normal mentality.

But even with this psychological foundation, it is like a stage that opens the curtain, and the miserable Japanese army on the battlefield still shines everyone's eyes.

The burning tanks in the distance kept making dull sounds, and from time to time, flames rushed out of several people high. It should be the stored bullets or shells that exploded due to the flames.

However, the large steel bonfire is just a corner of the miserable scenes of the Japanese army.

On the front of the warehouse, although the Japanese army in yellow uniforms were not covered with corpses, there were no less than a hundred corpses, especially when they were only more than 20 meters away from the warehouse, they were even more lying in a row.

Some have completely returned to silence, while others are still twitching unconsciously and not screaming loudly, because there are almost no minor injuries.

The inaudible moan of pain quietly dissipated in the autumn wind after passing a distance of 100 meters.

Undoubtedly, this is a big victory!

After a brief silence.

The people on the shore were cheering and shocked the countless telescopes on the rooftops and balcony in the distance.

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

Even the brigadier general of the Empire of Sun-Downward Empire, who made accurate prophecies, was surprised and said a word for a long time.

Colonel James glanced at the battlefield in disbelief for a long time before he put on a sentence: "How did the Japanese win this battle?"

Yes, although the battle situation was far beyond the expectations of the Western colonel, the arrogance in his bones still made him admit his mistake of despising the Chinese, and he could only blame the Japanese army's miserable losses on themselves.

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

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

Except for the little butterflies that traveled through time, no one knew that China's great Patriotic War would last for eight years.

Pingjin and Songhu are just the beginning.

The man in black robe had already put down the drumsticks and looked at the battlefield. His thin and cold face showed undetectable excitement.

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

"The young and old men all listened to it. To celebrate the repelling of the Japanese pirates by the commander on the other side, one of the people present was calculated. Our boss paid for it, and each person distributed two vegetable cakes and a bowl of thick porridge.

Also, as long as everyone doesn’t leave, when will this war be fought? Our boss will have three meals a day during this period.”

The crowd suddenly boiled.

Although the leaders on the opposite side were very excited to fight the Japanese, they were made of iron and rice, and they had no food in their stomachs, so they couldn't shout it out, right? Someone came to deliver food from thousands of people, which was the most fundamental problem.

That is, even if you only have two dishes and cakes per person and a bowl of porridge, three meals a day for nearly 10,000 people still have to spend money, especially now that the shortage of supplies is in wartime, the price has soared. Who has such strong financial resources to take on it alone?

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

"It's Boss Zhu from Fuping Buzhuang! I think he is very generous."

"No, it must be Ms. He who came to deliver the porridge some time ago!"

......

There are all kinds of guesses.

Perhaps, only Yuechang, who looked at each other with the old man who had left the drumsticks and smiled, knew clearly who was doing this kind of good deed.

The black suit was only five meters away from him. It was only after he was signaled by his eyes that he turned his head and walked to the high place.

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

Surprise surged on his face, but suddenly he understood a truth: Sure enough, there is no absolute good or bad in this world, and people are all multifaceted creatures.

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

The Japanese army, which suffered heavy damage, did not retaliate against artillery, perhaps because there were wounded Japanese soldiers in a pool of blood in front of the warehouse building. Even when a Chinese soldier walked out of the building with a rifle raised his head, there was no gunshot sound.

Because no one knows what he wants to do.

Do you clean the battlefield? Is it too few people to come out alone?

Moreover, it is not safe to come out in this posture at this time. Not to mention that the Japanese heavy machine guns 500 meters away are eyeing him, the Japanese cold gunman who is still lying in the ruins can kill him at any time.

At least five Japanese officers looked at the Chinese soldiers who took the initiative to walk out of the bunker through the telescope, and their eyes were filled with anger. I don’t know how much effort it took to suppress the intention of ordering him to kill him on the spot.

They also want to know the intentions of this Chinese.

Not to mention that the Japanese army didn't know, the lieutenant colonel of the inland army of the warehouse also frowned deeply. Lei Xiong, who had withdrawn from the warehouse, opened his mouth and opened his mouth: "Is Tang Dao crazy?"

Perhaps only the officers and soldiers on the first floor probably 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 ended, Tang Dao walked out with a rifle.

While the Japanese heavy machine gun was shooting range, standing among the pile of Japanese corpses in front of the warehouse, Tang Dao glanced left and right a few times, and roared coldly in Japanese.

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

There were even Japanese soldiers pretending to be dead? Everyone was shocked and pulled the bolts to aim at the corpses in the field.

"If not, then, stand up and fight like a samurai, I will give you a chance to fight fairly, kill me, and go back like you."

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

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

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

The Japanese infantry, who wanted to avoid the disaster by pretending to be dead, had their calves rippled, but the Chinese soldiers who witnessed this scene were also covered in sweat.

No one knows how Tang Dao feels at this moment, just as no one knows why he wants to go out.

If you use your life to show off, then this test is too big and not worthy of being at all.
Chapter completed!