Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 145 The Little Clever Turns into a Ghost
The Type 89 tank, which had lost power, panicked, and desperately fired at the approximate position where the machine gun fired.

However, the shooting holes with an entire area of ​​no more than one square meter are too small when viewed from more than 100 meters away.

The eyes of the 'iron head' with another splint were shining, facing this big iron lump that had lost its mobility, another whole splint poured over it.

"Boom boom boom!" Ten shells roared, hitting the immobile 89 tanks.

Most of them hit the sandbags, and the sound of shells penetrating the sandbags and hitting the steel plate was like a cry from the god of death, which made the armored knights in the tanks bear unparalleled psychological pressure.

No one knows whether a shell will hit the gap in the sandbag the next moment and penetrate the steel plate with a thickness of only 10 mm, and then tear their fragile bodies to pieces.

Fortunately, the performance of their ground turtle reactive armor is really good. After listening to the palpitating symphony of "Rain hits plantains" with their crotch sandwiched, not a single shell penetrated the steel plate.

At the same time, the No. 8 vehicle commanded by Yuzo Kikuta had already hid behind the damaged three-story building, and was trying to turn the front of the vehicle to point the tank gun at the direction of the warehouse.

"Boom!" There was a loud explosion. It was a tank gun blasting a sandbag fortification on the first floor into debris.

Seeing that one tank of our own side withstood the ravages of the opponent's machine guns, and the other tank fired extremely accurately, the Japanese army who was almost lying on their stomachs and advancing 150 meters away seemed to have learned a lot of courage from it, and began to crawl from the ground around the corner. increase the forward speed.

A large number of smoke bombs were also fired from the Japanese grenade launchers at the rear, covering the first 100 meters of the position like a fairyland.

The Chinese people watching the battle fell silent again.

They don't know what is going on in the warehouse, but judging from the current situation, it is almost certain that the counterattack in the warehouse is far less powerful than before.

"It's so hard!" Annoyed that he hadn't used up 20 shells in a row, the iron head slammed a fist on the steel plate shield of the machine gun, but continued to roar: "Fire the bullet! "

If ten shots are not enough, then ten more shots!
What kind of generals will lead what kind of soldiers, Tietou has the same unyielding personality as Lei Xiong.

Don't be shy!Just do it!
As for the ammunition reserve, that's not his concern. Tang Dao, the current supreme commander of the warehouse, has already said anyway, if he can't keep it now, what will he think about later.

Their current task is to empty all the bullets in the warehouse and beat the Japanese so hard that when they think of the Sixing Warehouse, they will have a psychological shadow.

Another ten shells swept over.

People are never lucky all the time.

So this time, the Japanese began to be unlucky.

Perhaps because the iron head was too excited, when the gun was fired, the muzzle of the machine gun trembled slightly. A shell did not hit the exposed side front wing of the tank so accurately, but hit the rear half of the tank that was barely exposed. .

The steel plate there is thinner than the front of the tank, and what's more, the sandbags hung by the Japanese engineers are rarer.

As a result, the slightly deflected shell just hit the gap in the sandbag, penetrated the steel plate, and broke into the tank.

What's more terrible is that the 89 tank is driven by a diesel engine.

The heat of friction as the shell penetrated the steel plate ignited the lubricating oil in the engine, which in turn ignited the oil in the engine.

The fire rose from the back half of the tank almost instantly, and the black smoke and flames were at least two meters high.

A few seconds later, the top cover of the tank was opened, and a Japanese tank soldier who was soaked in fire struggled to get out of it, rolling on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the flames on his body.

The Japanese infantry not far away just wanted to go up to help him, when there was a creepy 'bang bang' sound from the tank, which was the sound of the heavy machine gun bullets stored in the ammunition box exploding after being scorched.

There are not only machine gun bullets in the 89 tank, but also shells!This desperate thought is still spinning in the minds of the Japanese infantrymen.

There was a loud bang of "Boom!", and more than [-] shells in the tank exploded.

The huge explosion blasted the 12-ton steel behemoth to a height of more than one meter, and the heavy turret was lifted more than ten meters away. The meat paste was gone, and only two feet and calves remained in place.

The picture is scary!
As for the tank soldier who was still rolling around trying to put out the fire, his wish came true.

The shock wave formed by the explosion directly blew out the fire on his body, but looking at the strange posture in which he was blown more than ten meters away and fell to the ground, he knew that he would be burned again in the future.

Jutian Yousan looked at his colleagues from the lookout hole, and at the same time, his eyes were cold and he was very grateful that he was a little clever ghost. He knew that the sandbags were useless without the ball, and it was an extremely correct choice to hide here without hesitation.

Naturally, this man couldn't see the movement of the No. 8 tank that someone in the warehouse had been silently staring at his No. [-] tank in the lookout hole.

From the withdrawal of troops at 3:3 in the morning, until 10:100, more than 2 people returned to the warehouse and gave Jiro Wakibata a big middle finger by the way, and then to the arrival of the first ray of dawn, there were nearly two and a half hours in between. time.

According to Tang Dao's combat philosophy, all available materials should be used before the battle to inflict maximum damage on the enemy.

During these more than two hours, the soldiers were not cleaning their guns all the time, but also thinking about how to use the remaining supplies in the warehouse to kill the Japanese who would pounce tomorrow.

Potatoes are the most stuffed items in the warehouse. Thousands of catties of potatoes can fight hunger but not kill people, followed by grenades and explosives.

The 88th Division headquarters left as many as 3000 grenades. Although they used a lot in the first three days, there were still more than 2000 grenades. When more than 200 people retreated, each of them hung 4 grenades, and there were more than 1000 left. There are many boxes, which is enough to support more than 50 people in the warehouse to fight for several days.

There are more than 500 kilograms of explosives left. To be honest, when the Japanese army began to use 120 heavy artillery, this more than 500 kilograms of explosives also made the warehouse defenders very scared.

Mountain cannons and infantry cannons can't open the walls. The explosives were originally buried under the load-bearing columns or stored in the house, but the 120 heavy artillery can't. The place where the explosives are buried, that big guy is finished.

Without the Japanese attacking in, they would blow themselves up.

Not counting the explosion of the warehouse, the concessions tens of meters away from the warehouse will also be unlucky.

When the platoon leaders of 'Iron Head' and the others came to report to Tang Dao, they mentioned this matter with concern, but Tang Dao smiled lightly and pointed to the outside: "Since it is dangerous to put it in the warehouse, let's put some of it outside. Well, if the flowers and plants are blown up, let Mother Earth greet the ancestors of the Japanese pirates. However, at least 200 kilograms will be left, and I will still use it later.”

In the past few days, the several platoon leaders who have already touched a little bit of Tang Dao's fighting skills naturally don't need to elaborate on Tang Dao, and each of them understands it.

And Leng Feng, with a group of people under his command, carried 60 kilograms of high explosives and used the cover of night to run 200 meters away. The location he chose to bury the explosives seemed to be the building chosen by three unlucky people from Jutian. .

Maybe it’s not a burial at all. The battlefield is full of ruins and debris, and there is no need to deliberately cover it up. Just wrap it in rags and throw it in a corner. I believe the Japanese army will not be careful enough to hide behind the wall. It is also necessary to check to see if there is any danger, even if they have been blown out of their wits by the tripping thunder set by Tang Dao.

In other words, even if they are so powerful, they have to search for hiding places and finally find the explosives under the hail of bullets, so what can they do?
Could it be possible to dig out the dynamite spoonful by spoonful and eat it?
It's not like I can only watch helplessly, and then run away screaming.

On the sketch in Leng Feng's arms that he marked with charcoal, there is 20 kilograms of explosives left by him in the corner next to the building where the Japanese tanks are located.

"Mortar, blast that position for me!" Leng Feng ordered coldly after confirming that the Japanese tanks would not run away after being killed.

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PS: Well, there are several book friends in the comment area who left messages, saying that they are still in the warehouse after chapter 140, and they are talking about Fengyueshui.How to say this!Fengyue is a person with very delicate emotions. She especially likes to write details and feelings, so she wrote a little more. If you point out the shortcomings, can I still make changes?Tomorrow, I will send troops to kill the headquarters of the Japanese dispatched army. Is Ma Tadong going to Beijing?Guaranteed to be cool.

Ahem, this is a joke, but Fengyue really accepts criticism. The final climax of the Sixing Warehouse battle is over with a dozen more cards, and the scene will be changed immediately. I hope everyone will be patient.This time, Fengyue promises that I will definitely finish writing in these chapters, and please continue to support me!
Also, the big guy who said he would give me the Silver League, the fifty chapters of Fengyue really can't explode, you see if this works, the fifth chapter on the day it was put on the shelf, Fengyue has already vomited blood, you give it to the leader, it is also counted as silver divided by ten ,Ha ha!However, I am really grateful to the "Sweet Preserved Egg" boss for liking Fengyue's book.

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