Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 82 The Snail in the Night
"Why are you panicking!" Tang Dao's faint Chuan Yin sounded in the darkness.

"Since you want to play sneak attack, let him steal it, otherwise, do you think that the ammunition of the devil is wasted at night?"

Tang Dao is very calm, which does not mean that the soldiers can be very calm.

When Leng Feng next door heard the movement, he got up in a hurry, and took his own row along with Tang Dao and the third row into their respective battle positions.

Since the devils are coming to attack, the defenders of the warehouse will naturally not scare them away with great fanfare, and it is necessary to give them a hard blow.

The bonfire outside the warehouse had long since been extinguished. From the lookout hole, it was completely dark, and the so-called Japanese army could not be seen at all.

Even if he widened his eyes, he could only see the darkness, and his ears were erect. Except for the gentle breathing of his comrades around him, he could no longer hear any sound.

If it were someone else, even if it was Captain Shangguan Yun, the soldiers who didn't find anything would not dare to say it, and it was unavoidable to slander in their hearts.

But this is what Tang Dao said. From the night before yesterday to the whole day yesterday, almost all the tactics of the Japanese army were accurately predicted by him. One time may be a coincidence, two times can be said to be a fluke, but several times in a row become inertia.

habitual trust.

Even the lieutenant colonel of the army who received the news sent a messenger to send a letter to ask Tang Dao if he needed to notify the whole army to take up the battle position, but Tang Dao replied that he had already made preparations and did not need the whole army to be on guard. .

After a full quarter of an hour, while Leng Feng waited with wide-eyed eyes, a brick fell from a seemingly rubble tens of meters away from the flank, and an inaudible crash sounded, finally letting the experienced army officer. The lieutenant was sure that the Japanese had really touched it.

Moreover, he also played the low-level bouldering to ask for directions.

"Brother Tang, how did you know that the Japanese were here this time?" Leng Feng could only express his admiration again. "But this time, don't tell me your intuition again!"

The Japanese might come to play a sneak attack. This is a judgment that everyone knows, but when the Japanese will come, no one will know, but Tang Dao, who has slept for a long time, knows so accurately. At the time when the Japanese arrived, Leng Feng, who already knew that Tang Dao was very powerful, still wanted to know the answer.

If Tang Dao still answers his intuition, maybe no one can refute it, but maybe Tang Dao still has Shunfeng ears!Or other tactical tricks?
Not only did he want to know more about Tang Dao, but Lieutenant Leng also asked with the intention of digging as much as he could.

"Of course not intuition!" Tang Dao chuckled.

Lieutenant Tang had a new trick, and everyone's eyes lit up, holding their breath and pricked up their ears.

Then he saw Tang Dao touched the head of the limping 'hammer' who had to follow him, and said, "Who told us, we have a dog!"

Is it that simple?Everyone was stunned!

But it seems that there is nothing wrong.Dogs have better hearing than humans.

Niu Er nodded even more frantically. As a hunter, he knew a dog's sense of hearing and smell too well. Across a distance of nearly [-] meters, the dog could distinguish the footsteps of its owner and strangers.

"No wonder, it turns out that you have already planned for a rainy day, sir!" Yang Xiaoshan suddenly realized that Tang Dao took a huge risk to take the 'hammer' away from the house the night before. "I thought you were greedy and wanted to eat dog meat!"

The dog hair on 'Hammer' stood up, and he roared at Yang Xiaoshan.

That means, whoever wants to eat dog meat, the dog is in a hurry.

Tang Dao smiled slightly, patted the little head of the 'hammer', motioned it to be calm, and looked out of the lookout hole.

The warehouse was quiet again, and everyone knew that the Japanese were about to touch it, but they didn't know if they would be fooled.

After the tug-of-war with the Japanese army, Tang Daoke took a group of people to make arrangements for a while.

. . . . . . .

A man in black is lying in the ruins more than 30 meters away from the Sixing Warehouse. His name is Nobuyoshi Nanjo, and he is the captain of the second lieutenant under Koizumi Reishi. Chief Wakibajiro personally promised him that if he sneaks up on the Chinese tonight The "Glory" operation is successful, and he will become the captain of the 1st Infantry Squadron.

The huge temptation of two levels in a row made the second lieutenant of the Japanese army, who was born at a low level, completely forget the fear that he might die in battle, and bravely accepted this task.

The outstanding graduate who graduated from the Non-commissioned Officer Academy has a calmness that is different from his military rank. After he found that a stone was thrown and hit a tile more than ten meters away and made a sound, he had not moved for a full 5 minutes.

The Chinese observation post on the top of the building was very vigilant. After hearing the noise, they first threw a torch from a distance and found no clues. After 2 minutes, they even fired a flare to observe for a long time before giving up.

But Nancheng Xinyi still didn't move, and waited for another quarter of an hour before making a gesture to the back when the moon emerged from the dark cloud.

There are quite a few Japanese soldiers behind him, more than 20 people, all dressed in black and covered with black masks. If you put a samurai sword on their backs, they will look like ninjas in cartoons the same.

But this group of Japanese armed to the teeth is much more powerful than the so-called ninjas who can only rely on blindfolding to avoid throwing darts and hurt people, at least in terms of lethality.

The [-]-style bayonet was tied to the left waist, the southern-style pistol was hung on the right, and the back was carrying an explosive bag and an engineer shovel. There was also a string of melon grenades hanging on his chest.

What kind of special attack team is that? It is clearly a gang of death squads. Just looking at its equipment, it has a heroic quality that you will splatter your blood even if you can't blow up.

Of course, Second Lieutenant Nancheng is not a reckless man. He knows that only living people are qualified to wear the rank of captain. Otherwise, he would at most put a captain's collar on a wooden box wrapped in white cloth, but there is another use for the ball. ?
What's more, on the other side of the warehouse, there is a team of death squads with the same equipment and the same number of people in action. The second lieutenant Suzuki Yutong also has strong military literacy and command ability.

What really made him brave to accept this task was the careful plan arranged in advance by His Excellency Mr. Wakiita Jiro.

First, a large number of bullets and artillery fire were exchanged for Chinese incendiaries, and finally the Chinese defenders who were short of supplies gave up. The warehouse was 15 meters away from the darkness, and the temperament of the local tyrant was tightly controlled.

Second Major Yin Tengzhong had basically recorded all the blind spots around the warehouse after he got close to observe, and because the defenders in the warehouse were watching from the lookout holes, even the observation posts on the roof had limited vision. The Chinese people on the south bank of the Suzhou River also stopped as the night got darker and could no longer serve as the eyes and ears of the defenders.

However, the most confident thing is naturally the dark night.

The death squads in black clothes and black masks blend in with the night, and they almost look down on themselves, oh no!It is not clear.

In order to sneak into the dark, they spent a full two hours, and there were a few idiots in the middle who got lost in the ruins and have not followed.

Like a row of snails sprayed with black paint, Second Lieutenant Nancheng and his subordinates spent another quarter of an hour sneaking more than [-] meters in the ruins in a state of almost wriggling. At least half of them had already crossed the empty trenches. , looking at the warehouse that is so close at hand, with no lights on, like a sleeping monster, a hanging heart can be regarded as letting go.

He succeeded!

Don't say that the sentinel has not found it yet, even if it is found, he is not very afraid.

Where he is now is the corner in the southeast of the building. This is a dead end for shooting. Unless the defenders rush out of the building, neither machine guns nor rifles can effectively shoot them.

(End of this chapter)