Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 43 It turns out that there is a shield

However, no matter how excited the people on the shore were and how surprised the Westerners were, the defenders in the warehouse were still helpless in the face of the aggressive Japanese offensive.

They didn't make any other decent counterattacks, except that they still shot not many bullets in vain from the shooting holes in the wall.

Not only did the machine guns and mortars that slaughtered the Japanese army earlier disappear, but the momentum they once recklessly killed the enemy seemed to have also disappeared.

They chose to hide behind a fairly thick wall to survive, turning a blind eye to the Japanese infantrymen who were carrying explosive packs and constantly leaping through the terrain.

"General, do we want to restrain those emotionally unstable refugees? If the Chinese fortresses fall in the morning, I'm afraid they will lose control of their emotions." Colonel James on the roof in the distance frowned fiercely.

"NO! Although this kind of Chinese may be troublesome, I like it very much!" The brigadier general, who was still stubbornly biting his ivory pipe and squinting into the distance, said meaningfully.

"This ancient oriental nation may not be the same as you and I imagined, even if they are really not good now."

After he finished speaking, he looked into the distance again, and he was rather disillusioned, "Let's go! The battle is over."

The next moment, the body of the brigadier general who was just about to turn around froze slightly. If it weren't for the fast hand speed of the single 50 years, his beloved ivory pipe would almost say goodbye to him.

The battle situation 200 meters away suddenly changed.

The counterattack of the Chinese defenders came suddenly after the Japanese infantry came within 50 meters.

A dozen or so large holes suddenly appeared in the broad and solid wall, and dozens of firepower points composed of light machine guns and submachine guns shot in all directions. From a distance, it looked like azaleas suddenly blooming on the cliffs.

However, both the brigadier general and the colonel, who raised the binoculars again and were familiar with the war, knew that those 'flowers' looked gorgeous on the outside, but the truth was cruel. Once in full bloom, it must be sacrificed with blood.

Naturally, it can only be the blood of the Japanese who are their opponents.

If the continuous and crisp cheers of the Czech light machine gun with a rate of fire of 200 rounds per minute made the Japanese infantry feel numb, then the heart-piercing roar of the MP400 submachine gun with a rate of fire of 28 rounds per minute made the Japanese infantry feel numb. They were all cold.

That almost means that every second, there are hundreds of bullets flying in the air, bruising and colliding to death.

In the thick wall, metal torrents started frantically spewing out a torrent of metal, and within a few seconds, four or five Japanese soldiers spun down into the dust.

The Chinese people on the shore burst into cheers, and the Japanese captain's face turned ashen.

It turned out that the Chinese were not just being poor, but waiting for the best time to bring their opponents close to the best range of their submachine guns.

At a range of [-] meters, the rifle is nothing compared to the submachine gun.

However, the reason why the Brigadier General of the Empire Never Sets to stop and re-observe the battlefield is not because the Chinese counterattack outright. Although there are more than ten submachine guns, the firepower is quite powerful, but defending the fortress with light weapons is undoubtedly a fool's dream, not to mention Crazy firepower output requires strong logistics. What can the defenders who are trapped in a corner without supplies use to support the continuous firepower intensity?
What he cares about is the tactics of the Chinese commander.

Hidden firepower, setting traps, very good tactics, but how big is his trap?Just for the dozens of Japanese infantry who have reached the best range of submachine guns?

If that's the case, it won't change the outcome.

The strength of the Japanese army has reached as high as one and a half brigade.

Moreover, the Japanese infantry was not a coward. Although the firepower of the opponent was suddenly powerful, they were also shooting while crawling in the ruined bunker.

The distance of 50 meters can better display the firepower of submachine guns for Chinese soldiers, but it is not all disadvantages for Japanese infantry.Their already accurate shooting is more effective, and they can even accurately send bullets into the shooting holes that are not too large.

The soldiers of the Second Company who were shooting with submachine guns behind the wall were really not as relaxed as the people on the river bank thought. Many of them were sweating on their foreheads, cold sweat!

If it wasn't for Tang Dao reminding them to add a steel plate to each shooting hole, they would have suffered a lot of casualties even if they had fortifications. The Japanese army was so fierce and could maintain such terrifying accuracy after being hit so hard.

Even so, two soldiers were still injured by the ricochet that was still scurrying away from the baffle, one was hit in the arm and the other was shot in the abdomen.

However, the fierceness of the Japanese infantry was almost over.

The second company commander, Captain Deng Ying, waved his hand with a cold face. The signal soldier standing at the entrance of the building in the distance saw it, and he desperately waved the red flag in his hand.

Lei Xiong, who received the signal, grinned, "Brothers, it's time for us to work!"

"Hey!" The special screams of the mortars sounded continuously.

"Damn it!" Beicang Mandu's expression suddenly changed, and he hadn't finished speaking.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" There was a continuous explosion in the distance.

The mortar on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse did not attack the infantry at close range, but directly placed the target at the Japanese infantry artillery position 700 meters away.

The gun batteries, which had been silent for a while, finally showed their fangs.

"Very wonderful tactical design!" Brigadier General's eyes flashed.

"It seems that you and I have underestimated the Chinese commander. It turns out that his goal has always been the artillery that poses the greatest threat to himself."

"However, the Japanese artillery will also counterattack. You see, General, the smoke from the mortar is too obvious." The colonel obviously did not agree with his boss's statement, and he directly opposed it.

"The Japanese artillery is obviously superior, and there may be more artillery waiting for them to appear. In the Chinese's own words: don't steal the chicken and lose the rice!"

"If it were any other battlefield, James, what you said could come true, but only here, it can't be." Rubbing the pipe in his hand, Brigadier General Smallet showed a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It can only be said that the Chinese commanders really used what their ancestors said: location, people and people to the extreme."

The colonel was stunned for a moment, and instantly realized that he had overlooked something, and his face could not help but heat up slightly.

If the Japanese army could mobilize artillery to bombard indiscriminately, it would take so much hard work to send infantrymen carrying explosive packs to blast them, and directly use planes and large-caliber naval guns on the Huangpu River to blow up the building.

The Sihang Warehouse is too close to the concession.

It is precisely because of the concerns of the Japanese army that the Chinese defenders designed such tactics.

"However, the Japanese army's 92 infantry artillery also has a curved firing function after raising the elevation angle. They can also threaten the roof, and the ballistic trajectory will not fly to our concession." The colonel insisted on maintaining the pride of his imperial nobles.

"No, they won't do that." The Brigadier General sighed slightly. "When a Japanese infantry squad was placed 50 meters away by the Chinese, their infantry guns were destined to be unable to fire easily."

"They actually used this part of the Japanese army as a shield?" The colonel finally figured out the key after being prompted by his boss. The expression on his face was really complicated at that moment.

In this era, no artillery can accurately control the impact point within 80 meters, and even the most demanding Germans cannot reduce the coordination of infantry artillery to within 100 meters.

That also means that, of course, the Japanese 92 infantry guns can fire back, but the shells also have a certain chance of falling on the heads of their own soldiers.

The commander of the artillery group bombarding friendly forces, even by mistake, will be brought to court martial.

The commanding art of the Chinese commander may not be called amazing, but at least he is better than him. Even if he has let go of the arrogance of the imperial aristocracy at this time and moved to another place, he cannot be better than that name. Commanders hiding in warehouses do better.

(End of this chapter)