Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 30 Hope!

Although it was a tactical deception, the Japanese army could not figure out the organization and strength of the defenders in the warehouse, but the cannonballs were real.

The Suroton machine gun produced in Sweden has an effective range of more than 2500 meters, not to mention the current mere 400 meters.

It is true that the Su Luotong machine guns, which can be regarded as the king's bombing weapons in the Chinese army, are basically assigned to the artillery regiments directly under the infantry divisions. But it is different.

As the fire support company of the main battalion of the 524th Regiment of the Royal Forest Army, they had collectively received short-term special training on light artillery such as the Suluotong cannon and 37mm anti-aircraft guns in the first half of the war, and were no strangers to such cannons.

As for this pervert, Lei Xiong, the machine gun test score in the training camp was the first in the entire division, even higher than the accuracy of the instructors sent by the division artillery battalion. Instead of being a company commander, you should be a gunner.

It can only be said that this fellow was born a soldier.

Of course, the sharpshooter also needs to test fire, and Lei Xiong is no exception. He needs to recalibrate according to the trajectory of the test shot.

As a result, the first thing the advancing Japanese army felt was not the bloody death caused by the machine guns in the queue, but the large holes that were blasted or punched by the wall tiles not far away, and then they heard 20 mm The low and dull sound of "dong dong" from the cannon.

"Baga! Enemy attack! Hidden." The Japanese captain, who was walking at the end of the team and didn't even hang his command knife or binoculars, was out of his mind. Before he shouted, he swiftly threw himself to the ground and rolled into the dilapidated house on the side of the street. .

Compared with many of his colleagues, who like to wear boots, white gloves, and a command sword, Koizumi is definitely a cautious person.

After two months of bloody fighting, at least one third of those idiots who like to pretend to be forced into the small wooden box wrapped in white cloth.

The favorite targets of Chinese snipers are white gloves and command knives, and finally the guy with the sun flag tied to the spear.

Pretending to be forced will be grassed. This philosophy of life has been comprehended by a Japanese in this era.

That's the sound of the Chinese blowing up the armored cannons of imperial tanks. Damn, is there really a Chinese infantry regiment stuffed into that building?
Koizumi Lingcheng hid quickly enough, and his judgment was accurate.

It's just that the Japanese captain didn't have time to think about why the Chinese were crazy enough to use a trump card like a machine gun to deal with their infantry. At that moment, he just wanted to escape to the room with the wall as quickly as possible, even if that It was a dilapidated house that was riddled with holes, as if it could be knocked down with a single kick.

Because he didn't want to become a puddle of minced meat, the squadron leader of the 3rd Infantry Squadron was blown up by such a cannon.

Yes, not killed, but blown up.

The cigar-thick shell should have just hit the squadron commander's chest and abdomen, and then half of the chest and abdomen disappeared with a shoulder; then, most of the body that hadn't fallen down was hit again, this time I don't know where it hit, but I thought it was close to the throat, and then the head was gone; the entire upper body was torn into several pieces, only one butt and two thighs remained, and the boots were intact. showing his identity as a lieutenant.

At that moment, Koizumi Lingcheng, who witnessed the burning of his legs on the wooden frame, felt that his eyes were cold. Isn't that the so-called jade broken?

He really didn't want to make the same mistakes that unfortunate person made!
Without the head, how can the soul return to its hometown?How can you hear the beautiful girl singing softly under the cherry tree?

Therefore, as soon as he heard the muffled sound of Chinese machine guns, the Japanese captain immediately hugged his head and ran away. If there was a hole in the ground, he would definitely be the first to get in.

And the pride of the so-called Imperial Japanese Army. . . . . .

Let it go first!I don't know how to put it away, it's all gray now.

That is, the Chinese are too careless, so there are people who play studs before they play face to face?The captain of the Japanese army who turned over and hid in the dilapidated house was indignant.

In the words of the future, you don't talk about martial arts!

"Mummy! Missed!" Lei Xiong angrily smashed his fist on the thigh, watching the feces and yellows in the distance jump into the ruins as birds and beasts, but a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes: "However, hide there. Got a ball?"

The 20mm caliber cannon can penetrate 500mm steel plates at a distance of 17 meters. The anti-aircraft cannons originally used for air defense are often used to level Japanese tanks when the war is critical.

The Songhu residential buildings are mostly brick-concrete wood structures, and now there are only ruins left. In the face of the terrifying penetrating power of artillery shells, it is not much stronger than the protection of a piece of paper.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The muffled sound of the machine gun in Lei Xiong's hand sounded again.

In the gaps between the many firepower points of the Sixing Warehouse, hundreds of pairs of eyes and three telescopes all turned their eager eyes to the battlefield where the Japanese army fled, watching the clouds of smoke rise from the ruins.

A machine gun knocked out hundreds of Japanese soldiers from nearly two infantry squadrons.

On the banks of the Suzhou River, Western soldiers in neat uniforms stood guard by the river when they heard the muffled sound of the cannons and jumped into the field fortifications that had been built a long time ago, staring wide-eyed to patrol the other side.

The refugees who had returned to their temporary shacks under the corners of high-rise buildings all perked up their ears at that moment.

Then, when they looked up at the opposite side, they saw dark blue military uniforms active on the Sixing warehouse building, which was only a few dozen meters away.

That is the unique uniform color of the Chinese military.

It's our people, and the Japanese invaders are at war again!

The emotions of the Chinese, who had already experienced a wave of excitement last night, were once again aroused.

Especially men, because of the Japanese invasion, the warm home is gone, the wife's gentle smile has disappeared, and the face is increasingly haggard. In the cold winter, as the head of the family, they could only bring some white porridge and fermented bean curd for them.

Otherwise, nothing can be done.

A family can only live like a wild dog.

For the invaders, the hatred in the heart can be imagined.

They stood up, and some broke away from their wives' hands on the corners of their clothes and struggled to walk alone, while others simply pulled up their sleepy sons.
"Let's go, son, Dad will take you to see the officers beat the devils."

"Dad, I'm hungry!" The ignorant child didn't understand anything, but instinctively shouted that he was hungry.

"Wait after playing the devil, Dad will buy you a cake!" The middle-aged man picked up his son's robe, touched the last silver dollar in his pocket, looked at the dark blue figure not far away, and said resolutely.

It's like celebrating in advance, I hope this time, they can still win.

This may also be the most urgent desire of all the people who come to the river like a tide.

Across the river, it used to be their home.

It's just that the home is gone.

The concession is here, not home.

Their lives have been completely shrouded in darkness, no one can see hope, maybe only those dark blues, as long as they haven't given up fighting, there is still hope of returning home.

(End of this chapter)