In the joint command room of the concession across the river, a group of blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners looked at each other after hearing the conversation between the two armies on the other side of the river, feeling funny and funny.
What kind of nonsense was this? Did the commanders of both sides think that they were medieval knights? He wanted to duel at any moment.
The special agent who received Guo Zixu's call back was extremely anxious. He ordered the communicator to continue sending the order to retreat to the warehouse guards while looking at the other side of the river with his hand on the shade and said quietly,"Guo Zixu, I hope you can live well.”
In the command room of the four rows of warehouse guards, Guo Zixu said disdainfully,""Heh, Muto Kazuo, that bastard, is really boring. He's not even a man. He even wants to attack the warehouse under the guise of exchanging prisoners of war.”
"Pass on my order. The broadcast room will shout to the captured soldiers and order everyone to lie down on the ground. Shen Dalang's artillery battalion, get ready. Once the captured brothers lie down, immediately fire at me and catch the Japanese off guard.”
Soon, the loudspeaker of the four-row warehouse began to shout,"
Then, the hundreds of captured soldiers all lay down on the ground, exposing the Japanese tanks and stormtroopers behind them to the Independent Brigade.
Whoosh, whoosh!
The streets that the Japanese had to pass through on their way to charge were instantly lit up by flames and filled with smoke.
The charging Japanese did not bother to shoot at the national army captives lying on the ground. They spread out to find cover and began to fight back. The remaining Type 92 tanks were at full power and rushed towards the warehouse. The six 75mm field cannons on the artillery position were also busy suppressing the independent brigade position.
Under the first round of artillery fire from the Independent Brigade, Muto Kazuo found that cold sweat was flowing down his forehead. He could only watch as the artillery shells fell from the sky and exploded above his position.
Muto Kazuo did not have time to think about how the firepower of the warehouse defenders had become so powerful overnight. He immediately ordered the entire Takeuchi United to attack.
What responded to him was the second, third, and fourth round of continuous bombardment from the independent brigade artillery battalion.
In the sky, the densely packed cannonballs flew past like sparrows, constantly exploding above the heads of the Takeuchi Regiment. The short and continuous explosions made people's ears numb.
The high-explosive shells that exploded in the air brought along shrapnel that flew everywhere and harvested lives on the Japanese's position. Many Japanese were hit by the shrapnel of several shells at the same time and were instantly blown into a cloud of blood mist, flying everywhere.
What made the Japanese even more terrified was the incendiary bombs fired by the Independent Brigade Artillery. As long as they were stained with a little bit of white phosphorous, their entire body would instantly turn into a fireball, and heart-wrenching screams could be heard endlessly.
The lethality of 1200 shells exploding on a narrow street less than three kilometers away was undoubtedly despairing and terrifying.
At this moment, the assault team led by Shangguan Biaoji was ready. As soon as the gunfire stopped, the 1200 assault team members of the first regiment with Type 56 semi-automatic rifles rushed out of the warehouse in a fan shape. The 1200 semi-automatic rifles formed an airtight fire net, hitting the broken walls on both sides of the street. Smoke and dust flew everywhere, and sparks flew everywhere. They harvested all the living forces within the shooting range.
All the soldiers of the Independent Brigade strictly followed Guo Zixu's order. They followed behind the brigade commander and launched a carpet search for the Japanese who were hiding in the corner of the street. When they encountered a fallen Japanese, they would stab them in the chest, regardless of whether they were dead or alive.
All 2300 Japanese soldiers under Muto Kazuo were wiped out by the Independent Brigade. The Independent Brigade only suffered 29 casualties, 45 heavy injuries, and 89 light injuries.
Among them, the dead and seriously injured soldiers were all injured when they were cleaning up the battlefields on both sides of the street. They were lucky enough to escape the bombardment of the independent brigade's artillery and fire coverage.
The foreigners in the concession on the other side of the river stared at the soldiers of the Independent Brigade who were cleaning up the battlefield through their binoculars in disbelief. Even now, they still could not believe that a Japanese regiment was completely wiped out by the Chinese soldiers.
"Oh my god, is this garrison on the other side still the national army that we are familiar with? How could they be so powerful? In less than half an hour, they had wiped out more than half of the Japanese soldiers?”
"No, I think we need to reevaluate this war. If we continue to develop like this, the Japanese will be wiped out sooner or later.”
"I want to report this battle to the Ministry of National Defense!”
The foreign devils had their own thoughts, but the countless Chinese people watching by the Suzhou River on the south bank were filled with tears and excitement. They clapped and cheered for the soldiers of the Independent Brigade.
"Soldiers of the Independent Brigade, you are all good. With you guarding the land on the north bank, all the Japanese are paper tigers!”
"Long live the Independent Brigade! Long live General Guo!”
"General Guo, this old man is going to have a banquet tonight.”
On the south bank, the commoners were desperately venting the joy in their hearts. Some even moved the firecrackers from the shops out in boxes. The crackling sounds of firecrackers and the flying paper scraps created a scene that was even more lively than the New Year.
On the north bank, Chen Qiuling, a medic from the brigade military hospital, was helping to treat the lightly injured with her classmates. During a break, she noticed Guo Zixu patrolling the battlefield. Thinking of the great victory the army had just won, she ran to Guo Zixu happily, wanting to congratulate him in person.
On the other side, Yao Jianbing, a female reporter who could not hide her good figure even after changing into a military uniform, also came over with a photographer's assistant and walked towards Guo Zixu.
"General Guo, from today onwards, you are the only hero in my heart.”
Yao Jianbing smiled at Guo Zixu and gently put his arm around Guo Zixu's shoulder, saying affectionately,""Big hero, do you mind taking a photo with your fans?”
Guo Zixu smiled and nodded.""Of course!"
Then, under Yao Jianbing's guidance, he cooperated with her to take photos in front of the photographer.
On the other side, Chen Qiuling, who had been full of joy, noticed Yao Jianbing when she was approaching Guo Zixu. She stopped immediately and hid behind a dilapidated wall.
Looking at Guo Zixu and Yao Jianbing, who were constantly making intimate moves, hot tears rolled down Chen Qiuling's pale cheeks.
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