Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 42 The role of seeds

Machine gun bullets alone are naturally ineffective for this kind of concrete poured building, and the Japanese army also knows it.

A total of ten light and heavy machine guns are actually just suppressing. The metal torrent that can spit out hundreds of bullets every second hits the wall and makes a terrible sound, even if it is separated by a thick wall. fear.

Whether there is killing or not is not the most important thing. The important thing is to make the Chinese in the shooting holes and fortifications timid and not able to aim at the advancing infantry with peace of mind.

The infantry artillery also began to aim and fire. The direct shooting distance of 700 meters is enough to ensure the accuracy of the direct-aiming artillery of the infantry artillery, and it will never fall on the concession site at the nearest distance of only tens of meters. The explosion point gradually extended from the front 50 meters of the building, and finally fell on the wall.

It was just beyond the Japanese army's expectations. The infantry artillery, which has always been extremely penetrating, was deflated here, and bursts of flames exploded, but they did not blast away the wall as they imagined, but left a large area visible to the naked eye. sunken.

The grenade thrown by the grenade is even worse, ie, it is dyed a black cloud.

This somewhat disappointed the Japanese captain who was full of expectations. Once the infantry artillery failed, the battle would definitely be a little harder than he imagined.

But that doesn't matter too much. The thick smoke and debris from the explosion of infantry artillery and grenades are by no means useless. They will also block the sight of the defenders and cause them enough psychological pressure.

It only needs to be suppressed for a few more minutes, and when the infantry rushes to the dead corner of the defender's machine gun, the explosive packs carried by the soldiers can completely blast this solid wall that can block the infantry guns.

Losing the protection of the outer wall, that is the final death of the defenders.

Perhaps seeing the war on the left wing, the Japanese army in front of the warehouse re-entered the battlefield, the light and heavy machine guns began to roar, and the right wing almost made the same tactics as Bei Cang Mandu.

Three strikes.

The four-line warehouse defense battle may have really started since then.

Looking at the firepower of several light machine guns and a dozen rifles in the shooting holes in the wall, the firepower has been completely suppressed, and the Chinese soldiers who were still active in the corner fortifications have disappeared. The cover of this kind of building has entered only 100 meters away from the building, and Bei Cang Mandu has been staring straight ahead through the telescope, his eyes are full of murderous intent.

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, showing the pride unique to the Imperial Japanese Army.

The Chinese are so vulnerable, what if they have heavy weapons such as machine guns and mortars?

I don't know what Major Toyoda Hideyoshi thinks. It's not enough to have an infantry brigade. He even needs friendly troops to assist him. Isn't this what General Baibai gave him to Beicang Mandu!

At this time, the Japanese captain even thought of the exciting moment when His Excellency the Co-Captain personally wore the medal on his chest after the war.

Why don't you just sit on the ruins that are about to bury the collapsed Chinese army!When he raised the flag of the Empire into the sky with his own hands.

"Order, the 2nd team moves forward and enters the building after the 1st team blows up the wall." Beicang Mandu put down the binoculars and issued the military order.

At the same time, I did not forget to look at the Chinese civilians less than [-] meters away.

As the situation on the battlefield of the Imperial Army is very good, and the Chinese defenders have nothing to do, the anxiety on the faces of those hateful Chinese civilians is already obvious, even if their voices are louder.

The corners of the Japanese captain's mouth curved higher, and this scene made him extremely comfortable.

Yes, the Chinese people gathered on the south bank of the Suzhou River are really anxious.

No, it can't even be described as urgent.

They are afraid.

It was not that they were afraid of the Japanese army rushing into the concession after the victory, but they were afraid that the young men who had just saluted with their chests straight would be killed on the battlefield by the Japanese army in front of them.

So, they screamed desperately.

"The devil is very close, the brothers shot and killed him!"

"There are more than 50!"

"100 meters left!"

"80 meters!"

"70 meters!"

If there is a camera to record all this at this time, it is definitely a spectacle in the history of world wars.

On one side is a bloody battlefield, where both sides are fighting with real swords and guns, either you die or I die; and more than 100 meters away, there are unarmed people.

Soldiers, fighting; civilians, cheering for their soldiers on one side against the dust and shrapnel that may be thrown by the air waves.

That's right, although the air from the explosion of the shells swept the wind and the sand made the ragged people even more embarrassed, but not many people chose to retreat to a farther place.

Even if there was no bayonet threat from the coalition soldiers of several Western countries, they might have jumped on the barbed wire that was closer.

Perhaps it was not just cheering up, the people even took the initiative to become the eyes of the guards in the warehouse. When I don't know how many people reported the distance that the Japanese army was approaching, a few young people in student uniforms were afraid of the warehouse. The defenders didn't hear the sound of the guns because the gunfire was too intense, and they had an idea and ran to a cloth shop and pulled a ten-foot-long white cloth. The numbers were hurriedly written in red and blood. It was the Japanese infantry gradually approaching the warehouse wall. the distance.

Not to mention what will happen to the battlefield that has been basically defined by 'people of insight' as inevitable defeats, this scene alone is enough to stun Westerners who stop here.

This is different from the poor, ignorant and backward Chinese in their eyes.

Different!Indeed, compared with the loss of the future when the Chinese army was constantly receiving defeats before last night, the civilians who had been given two consecutive shots of cardiotonic seem to see hope of returning home again.

Because, their army has not given up, they are still fighting, and this is their hope.

Hopeful and bewildered about the future are definitely two different things.

In fact, it is the same, they are still them. The reason why they can stand on the edge of the battlefield and witness the continuous artillery fire to remind their soldiers is not how brave they have become, but that they have almost lost everything. So what is there to lose?

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, they are also venting their anger at losing their homes, and all this is caused by the invaders.

Master Lu once said: Where there is oppression, there is resistance. If it does not erupt in silence, it will perish in silence!

The lonely army on the opposite side is a seed that gives them no longer silence.

Even as the story of this seed spreads, more and more Chinese will no longer be silent.

This is what seeds do.

The unyielding spirit will always infect some people.

(End of this chapter)