Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 109 I almost doubted my life

The earth-made 'reactive armor' was still a poor fire after all.

Obviously, the 89 tank that lost its direction and plunged into the Suzhou Creek, probably not only the tank driver was killed, but the other two members also died from the shrapnel inside the tank.

Those who don't run are fools.

The other tank turned its rudder while reversing frantically, and tried to escape to the rear and side regardless. There were still dilapidated houses there, which could provide a certain amount of cover.

The main battle tanks were frightened like fertilized rabbits and started looking for holes, which was very bad for the infantry who hid behind them and attacked.

Get down on the ground!Naturally, it is possible to avoid the terrible machine guns and heavy machine guns, but there is no doubt that it is very likely to become a victim of tank tracks.

The own tanks that are twisting their huge bodies to dodge and move, not to mention the ones lying on the ground, and the ones with their waists hooked, can’t see them. Do you think they have 360-degree cameras?
Or, even if there is, you may turn a blind eye!
Not to mention the fact that "dead Tao friends never die poor roads" is popular all over the world, the armored knights of the noble Imperial Japanese Army did not actually divide the ground turtle infantry into the same level as themselves.

At least five or six Japanese infantrymen did not fall under the machine gun bullets fired from the warehouse, but were caught off guard by the crazy maneuvering tanks and brought them under the tracks.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, it was the sound of a human head being crushed by a 12-ton tank.

The fresh brain tissue was splashed more than ten meters away, showing the charm of huge pressure.

A Japanese infantryman no longer cared about the rain of bullets shot from the opposite side, but jumped up frantically and fled backwards.

It was really because the eyeball of a colleague whose head was crushed together with the helmet shot out more than ten meters and landed on his face. When he reached out and touched it, there seemed to be flashes of a comrade in arms who was caught by the tracks in the round eyeball. The final desperation that lasted less than five seconds when the legs were crushed to the abdomen and then to the head.

The Japanese infantry, whose will to survive was inspired by the brutal death, was lucky. His stamina like a deer in the forest allowed him to escape the rain of bullets from behind, and ran towards his position for at least [-] meters.

But still, after a burst of blazing gunshots, the deer broke his legs and fell to the ground.

He fell not under the machine guns of the warehouse defenders, but under the guns of the supervisory team of the Third Infantry Battalion deployed by the Japanese army 400 meters away from the warehouse.

Four light machine guns lined up, aiming not at the warehouse, but at the infantry of one's own side.

Those who retreat without receiving an order to retreat shall die!
This was a military order issued by Wakibajiro to the two infantry battalions before the attack.

Perhaps only Jun Makino knew what the army commander was thinking. His purpose of launching this battle was to cover up tunneling and consume the opponent's ammunition. The number of infantry casualties was no longer within his consideration.

The already crazy Japanese commander now needs nothing else but victory, even if he invests the entire 36th Regiment, he will not hesitate.Just like Nogi Nozomi who frantically invested tens of thousands of people to launch the charge, trying to cover up all the ugliness with victory.

The Japanese commander went crazy, and the Japanese infantry also fell into madness.

Even if the 89 tanks, the most important cover of our side, were beaten by the Chinese machine guns and fled in embarrassment, they only dared to hide in the ruins and stick their heads out to bombard the Chinese with the pitiful 57mm tank guns. A tactical team launched an attack on the Sixing Warehouse.

Attack from three sides of the four-row warehouse.

The two machine guns in the warehouse were also a bit overwhelmed. No matter how good Lei Xiong's machine gun control was, it couldn't guarantee that a single bullet could hit a tank that was maneuvering with all its strength.

The roof of the building has been completely sealed off by the Japanese grenadier team who did not care about casualties and even dared to expose themselves to the range of rifle fire. The most casualty in the entire building is not the infantry company, but Lei Xiong's machine gun company.

Even though the roof was fully fortified, more than ten artillerymen were injured by shrapnel, and a mortar was even blown away by a grenade that exploded two meters away, causing the gun mount to deform.

The lieutenant colonel also had to order the top of the building to be abandoned, and the entire army retreated into the building. The mortars could only provide enough deterrence for the frontal battlefield, and for the two wings, they could only rely on two cannons to shoot at the tanks. Also just struggling to maintain.

On the Japanese side, after several trials, they basically judged the strength of the heavy firepower of the Chinese defenders at this time. Instead of continuing to invest in armor, they increased the input of infantry.

To say the least, there were more than 400 Japanese infantrymen, divided into more than 30 squads, walking through the ruins towards the warehouse building.

Wakiban Jiro actually invested nearly a quarter of the remaining infantry strength of the 36th Infantry Regiment at one time.

Looking from the observation post on the fourth floor, it looks like swarms of ants are rushing towards the delicious cake of Sixing Warehouse.

Even if this big cake is poisonous, its poisonous stings can reach hundreds of meters away.

Five mortars fired at the maximum elevation angle, and the last three heavy machine guns and six light machine guns, which had been hidden all along, also joined the battle.

A total of six heavy machine guns and 27 light machine guns sprayed out a torrent of steel to suppress the Japanese army more than 200 meters away from the warehouse.

Seeing the sudden intensified rain of bullets, Jiro Wakitata's eyelids twitched wildly, and Toshi Makino's face turned ashen.

The Chinese actually still have hidden firepower.

This is really an extremely discouraging thing.

It's like betting against each other. When you think that you have won the opponent every time, but the opponent turns over the hole card that makes you vomit blood again, and once, twice or even three times, it is naturally followed by incomparable self-doubt.

God knows if the Chinese still have any hole cards.

But even so, the Japanese army still did not retreat, and marched towards the warehouse under the leadership of the squadron leader and squad leader with sun belts on their heads.

They soon realized that this was an extremely stupid behavior.

Tang Dao, Niu Er, and the fifteen precision shooters selected by Tang Dao from the first company also began to participate in the battle.

The Japanese soldiers with sun belts around their heads marked that they would die to serve His Majesty the Emperor became their most conspicuous targets.

Although the distance is more than 300 meters, although the firing range of the shooting holes is limited, Tang Dao on the fourth floor once again demonstrated the horror of a super sniper.

In just 5 minutes, Tang Dao fired eight shots in a row, except for one shot because Nao Matsumoto, the lucky man who was personally appointed as the captain of the "cannon fodder" team by Waki ​​Itajiro, stepped on a pit and slipped and fell. The dog ate shit, and hit the wall beside him, allowing him to escape to drink tea at Amaterasu's place by chance, and the other seven shots were shot.

Among them are two lieutenant-level squad leaders and five sergeants.

The bullet that Tang Dao spent an hour carefully transforming can form a hole the size of a teacup in the body even if it misses a vital point. If there is a hospital nearby, he may still be able to survive, but on the battlefield, relying on a small first aid kit But the terrible wound that can't be blocked can die just by bleeding.

"Chinese ruthless gunmen are terrible!" spread quickly on the battlefield. Japanese commanders, big and small, changed their costumes one after another, took off their command knives, took off their white gloves, and threw away the small southern pistols that showed their identity. type rifle.

They are all dirty military uniforms and big-toed leather shoes. Apart from these features, their appearance and shape are almost the same as those of the big-headed soldiers.

The brave officers of the Imperial Japanese Army are not afraid to serve His Majesty, but they also don't want to die in vain from the long-range sniping of Chinese cold gunmen.

To put it bluntly, it's just: I don't want to die!

Officers can do this, but sergeants can’t. The sun flag hanging on the muzzle is not only a status symbol but also a command flag. It is necessary to command a small unit of 15 people on a battlefield where the gunfire cannot be given by voice. for.

Therefore, the targets of all the accurate shooters hiding behind the shooting holes can only be those guys who don't want to die but can only stand up.

(End of this chapter)