The weather is sunny on the sixth morning

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, the blue sky and white sun flag of the Sihang Warehouse was still flying in the sky, and the warehouse was still in the hands of the Chinese army.

The last ten wounded soldiers gathered at the top floor. They were united closely with the national flag as the center. Two wounded soldiers at the entrance of the stairs were holding a Czech light machine gun in their hands. One of the wounded soldiers lowered their heads, with the muzzle facing the entrance of the stairs. The legs were covered in blood and flesh, and the calves were missing. There was only a pool of blood, countless shells and empty magazines below.

At the entrance of the stairs in front of him, the bodies of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were lying in a mess, and they looked down the stairs. There were countless Japanese soldiers corpses lying on the entire stairs, and even piled up around the corners, and no one could pass by.

"Dingdeng..." Another sound of footsteps came downstairs, and the sound of Japanese shouting. The Japanese on the fourth floor were working hard to clear the bodies blocking the stairs, preparing for the next attack.

"Hey, the second fool, the Japanese are coming again, prepare for the battle!"

A soldier pushed Ersha hard at the entrance of the stairs, but Ersha had no reaction at all. He trembled and reached his hand under Ersha's nose, and found that Ersha had stopped breathing and his body was already cold, but Ersha had maintained a fighting posture.

"The second stupid devil is here!" Zheng Shijue moved his arm and pointed his pistol at the entrance of the stairs.

"Battery Commander, Ersha died!"

After hearing this, Zheng Shijue was stunned for a moment, sighed softly, and then quickly adjusted his mentality: "Sacrifice is good, free, hahaha, brothers, our ancestors said that death on the battlefield and corpse in horses and corpses is the highest honor for soldiers. Today we are also considered to be a death on the battlefield. It's worth it. How many Japanese did you kill last night!"

"Battery Commander, I can't count it, there are dozens of them. The Japanese are like fools, one after another, and I will kill one by one!"

A wounded soldier lying beside him shouted with his best strength, but he saw that he was covered in wounds, mostly grenade shrapnel. This was caused by the Japanese who kept throwing grenades to the roof and mortars at night to attack the roof.

There were more than 20 corpses of defenders lying on the roof, all of which were heroically sacrificed last night. Originally, Zheng Shijue was about to die with the Japanese on the first floor, but he was carried by a soldier called Ersha to the top floor.

On the top floor, these wounded soldiers used their weapons to withstand the Japanese grenade bombing, repeatedly charged and other dozens of attacks, but still failed to take down the top floor of Sihang Warehouse.

"Brothers, the Japanese are going to attack. Everyone cheer up and prepare the grenades if they can move. Our 524th Regiment has no captured soldiers!"

"good!"

All the wounded soldiers who were still alive struggled to straighten their bodies. Some were holding grenades, some were holding pistols, and a light machine gun, all aimed at the stairs. The stairs were about thirty meters away from them, and the sound of Japanese footsteps was getting closer and closer.

At the entrance of the stairs on the fourth floor, a small team of Japanese soldiers cleared the stairs, with expressionless expression on their faces. They couldn't figure out what kind of Chinese army they were facing, and they were actually resisting so tenaciously.

Last night, there were wounded soldiers on the first floor and two floors on the second floor. They fought with the Japanese for the middle of the night and finally retreated to the top floor. There were only 20 or 30 injured Chinese soldiers on the top floor. The Japanese officers immediately chose to persuade them to surrender, but there was no effect. These soldiers would rather die than surrender.

After the failure of persuasion to surrender, the Japanese launched an attack on the fifth floor. After the first wave of attacks was repelled, the Japanese chose to use grenades, mortars, etc., but they were not successful. As time went by, at dawn, the Japanese still did not take down the Sihang Warehouse, and the Blue Sky and White Sun Flag still did not fall.

"The devils are coming up and fight!"

After Zheng Shijue shouted and hit, he raised his weak arm and pulled the trigger at the entrance of the stairs. Zheng Shijue could not control the recoil of the pistol at all. After firing a shot, he almost fell to the ground due to inertia.

However, he still stubbornly sat up again and continued to aim at the Japanese at the entrance of the stairs to shoot, repeating this.

The machine gunner, who was facing the stairs, held a Czech style and faced the stairs, a magazine bullet was quickly emptied. After the firepower vacant appeared, the Japanese finally rushed to the fifth floor.

"Bang!"

Zheng Shijue was shot again and groaned, but he still played with his gun and lifted his gun again at a Japanese soldier who was closest.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After Zheng Shijue fired the gun, he was shot four or five times in a row. His arm was slowly hammered, but his hand still held the pistol tightly, his eyes wide open like a copper bell, staring at the Japanese soldiers in front of him.

"Damn, your grandfather is here!"

At this time, a defender lying on the other side of the stairs pretending to be a corpse suddenly rose up, holding two grenades in his hand, rolled down from the gap, and landed in the stairs.

"boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and a wail came from downstairs. More than ten soldiers charging up the stairs were killed by the bombardment, and a group of wounded soldiers.

The gunshots slowly stopped, and there were no one who could shoot on the fifth floor. The surviving wounded soldiers were surrounded by a group of Japanese soldiers in the middle, and about a dozen Japanese soldiers surrounded them.

"The platoon leader, there are only ten Japanese devils, a little bit short!"

A soldier tilted his head, clearing the number of Japanese people in front of him one by one, and finally said weakly to the seriously injured platoon leader beside him.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, the Japanese will definitely want us to surrender. If the Japanese 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 commanding on the fourth floor. After hearing this, the colonel excitedly hammered the table hard: "How many prisoners are there!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "There are still several Chinese soldiers who have lost their resistance, surrounded by us!"

"Yamaguchi, you know Chinese. Please send surrenders to these Chinese soldiers and tell them that as long as they surrender, we can leave our hands and do our best to cure their injuries, and at the same time make them officials!"

"Yes! But Miyamoto, do we really want to persuade these Chinese soldiers to surrender? Many warriors in the Empire died at their guns. If they were surrendered, there might be some in the army..."

Colonel Miyamoto smiled: "Don't worry, the general will deal with these things. This Chinese army has a great influence. We need some prisoners or surrendered soldiers to promote us. Go, we need prisoners!"

"Hayi!"

The Japanese named Yamaguchi bowed, took two steps back, and walked towards the staircase leading to the fifth floor. The entire staircase was covered with corpses, which were left by the Japanese when they attacked the fifth floor. After the blood solidified, the not-too-long staircase became very slippery, and you had to be careful every step.

The higher you go, the stairs slipperier. The Japanese soldiers who were just shot and killed were also covered with blood, their limbs were scattered all over the ground, and their psychological endurance was not very good. When walking at the entrance of this staircase, it felt like they were not going to the fifth floor, but towards hell.

After Yamaguchi walked to the fifth floor, the Japanese who surrounded the wounded soldiers made a gap. Yamaguchi walked over slowly and saw a group of soldiers covered in wounds and blood. They were shabby uniforms and had a thick layer of gray on their faces that could not see their appearance clearly.

Most of the people here are very thin and can even be described as thin as a slim bone. Yamaguchi can never imagine that the military soldiers who blocked them for six days and five nights actually looked like this.

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

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

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

"Ahem, this little Japanese, I don't have a good intention. Cough, I'll say less, cough, I'll slap you with a big mouth, cough!"

The platoon leader next to him coughed while talking. He was shot in the abdomen and was bleeding now. He pressed weakly with his left hand, but the blood was still flowing out. However, the platoon leader held back and did not scream.

"What we admire most about the Imperial Japanese Army of Great Japan is warriors like you. I am here on behalf of the Imperial Japanese Army of Great Japan. As long as you surrender, we will treat you preferentially and help you heal your wounds. At the same time, we will reunite you with your family!"

When talking about this, Yamaguchi observed the changes in the expressions of each soldier, hoping to find a breakthrough, but all the living wounded soldiers looked at him with a mocking expression, and no one was willing to pay attention to him.

Yamaguchi was not angry, but chose to change his work: "We have prepared money for you. You can ask for as much as you need. As long as we have, you can give it to you. Of course, if you want to be an official, we can also arrange your work. We are definitely at the battalion commander or above level!"

After hearing this, Big Mouth touched his platoon leader again: "Plane leader, the Japanese said they would give us money, and they could also be officials!"

The platoon leader knew the big mouth's personality and turned his head over with difficulty: "Do you want to be a lackey?"

"I don't want it! I'll just say it, but this Japanese devil is quite fun, and the road to the underworld will not be too lonely!"

"Nani?"

Yamaguchi can speak Chinese, but it is not a Chinese master. I don’t know what Huangquan Road is. However, he saw that the person opposite him who was covered in wounds and bleeding on his abdomen was an officer. He reached out to take out gauze from the Japanese soldier behind him and squatted down slowly: "This Chinese officer, your courage is worthy of our admiration. My suggestion you can think about it carefully. I will bandage your wound first. I will only have one life. If it is gone, there will be nothing!"

"Platform leader, there are almost thirty Japanese devils, is it enough?"

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

"boom!"
Chapter completed!