Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 149 The tenacity of being brutally defeated
First of all, the unlucky ones were the gun range observers standing on the side of the infantry guns.

An infantry gun of the Japanese army is basically operated by a small team of 15 people, and the division of labor is also very detailed. There are gunners, observers, and ammunition hands.

The 200mm infantry gun weighing 70 kg is considered an excellent battalion-level fire support gun, but its transportation is still a hassle, especially for the Japanese army, which is also not very mechanized.

In the artillery squad of fifteen people, most of the centaurs are ammunition soldiers who need to participate in the infantry artillery body, including ammunition transportation.

The gun range observer who was hit first by the shell was one of the core members of the infantry artillery squad.Losing the observing hand is like losing the eyes of a cannon.

Then, the shells as thick as sandbags and cigars pierced through the fortifications directly penetrated into the upper part of the observer's neck, and while the huge kinetic energy directly blasted his head into a bloody mist, it was still moving forward, just hitting The steel gun mantlet of the infantry gun behind it.

The shells whose kinetic energy had been weakened did not give up the pace of running wildly, and the bullets bounced off by the steel shield became a ricochet with no rules to follow.

Then it hit the gunner on the other side of the infantry gun who had just stood up and was caught off guard. The deformed warhead hit the gunner's soft abdomen and pierced through it instantly, leaving a terrifying wound the size of a vegetable plate. Then it crashed into the gunner on the other side of the fortification Sandbags, punched with a hole the size of a teacup to show that a shell had been there.

The other two shells penetrated almost at the same time, but this time the Japanese army was very lucky, because the impact point was higher, and the ammunition hands behind it were basically bending over to carry the shells, so they were lucky to escape. The kiss of the cannonball.

But the captain of the artillery unit who was in charge of giving orders and holding a small flag was not so lucky. Although he was never taller than 1.6 meters, he was standing too straight, causing the hurricane shells to hit his nine feet. Zero helmet.

The steel helmet that can prevent falling rocks and bulletproof fragments was pierced like a thin piece of paper. The face under the helmet did not know what it would look like after being shattered by shells. After standing for two seconds, it fell straight down like a rotten piece of wood.

Then, the blood mist fell all over the sky. It was the first beautiful picture of the dead Japanese soldier being shot to death. The blood fountain sprayed from the neck was the source of the blood mist.

If you touch it casually with your hand, your head and face will be slippery.

If you look a little more carefully, you can even find a lot of warm meat balls of unknown color on the body.

There were no howls of pain, and the two Japanese soldiers whose heads were crushed or pierced to death walked towards death extremely quietly.

Because the god of death came so unexpectedly that there was no time left for them to fear.

It was not until a full five seconds later that the Japanese soldiers whose chests and abdomens were pierced to see that their internal organs could no longer be replaced began to cry in despair, and the Japanese soldiers in the fortifications began to vomit desperately.

The infantry had seen blood and flesh flying all over the battlefield. After being bombarded, all kinds of human body parts flew around. After the battle, they even had to find out the bodies of their colleagues that had been broken into hundreds of pieces in the soil bit by bit.

But for the artillerymen who are only responsible for firing artillery in the distance, it is really a kind of psychology to see their colleagues' extremely fresh and trembling livers and steaming large and small intestines covered with various brain tissues. above the devastation.

The tenacity that once dared to shoot at the machine gun was defeated in the cruelty beyond the limit of human beings. At least three Japanese soldiers knelt down and cried bitterly after vomiting.

And the Japanese soldier who couldn't save himself also fell to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and he had lost too much blood to cry and cry, but looking at the begging in the eyes of his colleagues, it was clear that he said: I can rescue him again.

It's just that no matter how weak his head is, he also knows that it is impossible for him to live, not to mention that all internal organs are exposed outside the body, and the blood from such a huge wound has almost drained all the blood in his body.

Otherwise, how could he become so white, like a little white face.

Until the end of the battle, the infantry artillery never fired again. Although only three people were killed, the observer, gunner, and commander were all killed. It's a miracle.

Not to mention that the artillerymen who were on the scene collapsed, even a lieutenant of the 2nd Infantry Brigade, who rushed into the fortification angrily and urged to fire, couldn't hold back the churning in his stomach when he saw such a terrible scene. , spit it out on the spot.

Of course, for Iron Head, the instigator, he couldn't see the results of his battle.

What's more, even if he saw it, he wouldn't drink much to encourage him.

His opponent is more than just this infantry artillery fortification. In his field of vision, there is another infantry artillery that is shelling crazily. A single shell can blow him and the machine cannon into flying parts.

This is not a battle about winning or not, but a battle to see who dies last.

What everyone here is fighting for is to die at the end.

Only in this way can we go underground and report to the brothers who died first: Brother, I have avenged you.

The confrontation between machine guns and infantry artillery continued.

But the infantry of the Japanese army advanced at least 50 meters. The smoke bombs they produced and the thick smoke from the gunfire could not even block the increasingly ferocious faces under their [-] helmets.

And looking at it from the perspective of everyone in the concession, especially those standing on tall buildings with binoculars, they can see the entire battlefield clearly.

The Four Lines Warehouse is like a delicious cake. I don't know how many khaki ants are flocking to this 'cake'.

The nearest Japanese infantry was even less than 60 meters away, but they still did not straighten their bodies. After accepting the lessons of the previous few days, they no longer blindly and arrogantly started to charge from 100 meters away, and then were beaten by many in the warehouse. The torrent of metal sprayed out by a long and short burst firearm swept to the ground.

They have been wriggling and crawling on the ground. Although the speed is not fast, it is even more frightening.

When they get closer to 20 to 30 meters, they may stand up and charge, charging against the bullets in the warehouse that are being suppressed by their own artillery fire.

The shorter the distance, the shorter the time, maybe only four seconds. As long as they are not killed by Chinese bullets, they will be able to rush downstairs, find a blind spot for shooting, and carry out various explosions.

With the previous lessons learned, the Japanese army will no longer hastily rush into the building with the whole team and become the prey in the traps that have been set.

Regardless of whether there are demolition soldiers carrying explosive packs, many infantrymen who follow behind even carry a sandbag on their backs, which are intended to quickly build temporary fortifications downstairs.

Although that would not be the end of the warehouse defenders, but as the solid wall was blasted, it was like a crab with its teeth and claws. After removing the hard back shell, only fresh and tender crab meat remained inside, without the previous combat power , it is only a matter of time before the entire army is wiped out.

The hearts of the Chinese people who saw all this seemed to be pinched by a big hand, making them almost breathless.

"Lieutenant Colonel Xie, your subordinates are very brave, but their strength is too small." Colonel James could not help but sigh slightly regretfully as he watched the scene in front of him. "The Japanese are about to capture their positions."

Even though he hoped that the offensive and defensive battle with disparity in combat power would end soon, but when this scene was about to appear, he still felt sad for the Chinese soldiers who fought tenaciously.

It's not just because the two Chinese commanders are in his observation fortifications.

The lieutenant colonel, who had been standing straight and looking ahead, looked solemnly, but answered him neither humble nor overbearing: "Colonel James, I think you are too arbitrary. Let alone the Japanese can't conquer the warehouse this morning, even if they give them a day, it won't work. "

"Really?" Colonel James pouted involuntarily.

It is difficult for him to understand the self-confidence of the Chinese Army lieutenant colonel in front of him, and he can even say that he can be called arrogant to conceited.

Is it because they defended against the Japanese army's violent attack for three days and nights in a row?
But the fact is that now the number of troops in the warehouse has dropped to one-third or more!
"Because there are Tang Dao there!" The lieutenant colonel didn't say the reason why he straightened his back.

However, he is so confident.

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PS: It's Monday again in a blink of an eye, brothers, recommendation tickets and monthly tickets are here!Also, I have already negotiated with the editor, and it will be released on June 6st, regardless of whether there is Sanjiang or not, don’t wait, it will be 1 words when it is released, it’s too bad, I’m afraid I’m one of the authors with the most free words at the starting point!
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