Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 45 The "Stone" That Will Smoke

"Order, the No. 1 machine gun was moved to the left wing of the building, and the Japanese army's light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers were pressed down on me;
I ordered the infantry squad on the roof to drop bombs for me, each with 20 grenades. If they couldn't drop them, they would be replaced, and the Japanese infantry strikers would be left on the battlefield for me. "The lieutenant colonel made a decisive decision.

As a result, the Japanese infantrymen who were still lying in the ruins and shooting at the defenders and secretly slandering their stupid squadron leaders were out of luck.

First, the No. 1 machine gun that Lei Xiong personally controlled moved ten meters to the edge of the building, and through the already opened 2-meter-wide wall gap, it rushed to the Japanese heavy machine gun position 500 meters away.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A terrifying muffled sound rang out. The walls of Songhu's brick and wood dwellings were battered by 20mm artillery shells. Large holes visible to the naked eye appeared in the walls of the area where the Japanese heavy machine guns were located. superior.

Even hiding behind the wall felt unsafe. Almost no Japanese army dared to risk the raging and direct fire of machine guns, all carrying machine guns and running around, like a group of poor and helpless deer.

Although the grenadier hand is still stubborn, relying on himself to have a small target for two people, and after shifting the position, he bites his back molars hard, but his hand speed is not the same as before.

At this moment, Beicang Mandu finally knew why the two infantry squadrons were hanged by the Chinese before. Once the 20mm cannon that can be used for air defense and flat fire does not have enough artillery fire to suppress, it is a death wave for the infantry. scythe, powerless to resist.

The Japanese captain felt remorse for the first time, and was considering whether to withdraw an infantry squad in front and wait for his artillery unit to adjust the firing angle to destroy the heavy firepower on the roof of the Chinese building before attacking.

But the Chinese defenders have already helped him make a decision.

On the roof of the warehouse, more than a dozen black spots suddenly flew out. From the angle of Beicang Mandu, it looked like a dozen stones.

However, it was a smoking stone, but only the closest Japanese infantry could see it.

"Baga! Order the 1st team to retreat!" A big face looking at Beicang Mandu hundreds of meters away was instantly pale as paper.

At that moment, he finally understood why the Chinese waited until his striker reached the 50 meters area before starting to fight back fiercely.

Because only then can they whip their opponents.

in their way.

Even if he didn't see the green smoke, the Japanese captain would definitely not think that the Chinese would play tricks like throwing stones.

However, this decision is obviously a bit too late.

The smoking 'stones' flew over a distance of 50 meters in an untidy formation, and began to vent their joy of flying through the sky in their own way. Some burst out a cloud of black smoke in mid-air, and some , near the ground, and some hit the ground hard.
No matter the location, the 'stones' celebrate their thrilling journey with a shattered ending.

That is, the mentality of the audience watching the 'Stone' carnival is a bit broken, especially for those who are close to the audience.

On the battlefield, in the absence of trenches, crawling on the ground and wishing to dig your head into the soil is naturally the best tactic to avoid bullets.

But it's not just bullets on the battlefield.

If you are bombarded, all your tactics are vain, and the only thing you can do is to pray that you are not so unlucky.

Fortunately, the Chinese did not have enough artillery pieces. It was the most gratifying thing for the Japanese infantrymen to compete with infantry artillery with mortars.

But I didn't expect the Chinese to start throwing grenades. The distance of 50 meters is enough to ensure that not everyone can throw them so far, but they are on the top of the building, and their stupid squadron leader doesn't seem to notice this.
A grenade is a thing with a charge of only 100 grams, and its power is naturally incomparable to a shell that can easily wipe out creatures in a radius of tens of meters, but if it is attacked at close range, it is absolutely impossible to cry.

Especially the Chinese grenades are not standard. They are thrown out in the same posture. Some explode in the air more than ten meters, some are one or two meters away from the ground, and some are even more extreme. , just to be scary.
But no Japanese infantry had the intention to laugh at the uneven quality of the Chinese imitation German long wooden handle grenades, because the shrapnel men splashing in all directions in the air were grinning and running towards their targets.

The Japanese infantrymen who can't shrink their butts may be able to escape the terrible bullet flow of machine guns and submachine guns, but they are really powerless in the face of the impact of this shrapnel uncle swooping down from the sky.

And this is just the first wave.

Lao Hei, who was seconded to the Second Company, brought a dozen or so famous bombardiers from the Second Company, stood behind the thick wall up to 1.5 meters high, took the unscrewed grenade from the bomber, pulled the rope, and kept the grenade. Lunge, twist your waist, turn around and force, and throw the grenade high into the air.

Don't look at the target, don't look at the effect, don't have to worry about the bullets rushing from the top of the head, just throw!

It was like a dozen mortars. Every second, more than a dozen grenades exploded on the Japanese front line in various ways.

Clouds of smoke rose up, which really dazzled the eyes of all the 'melon-eating' audiences.

Turns out, that's fine too!
The lieutenant colonel of the army stipulated that more than a dozen bombers behind the high wall on the top of the building should each throw 20 grenades, which means that the Japanese forward is currently no more than 80 meters wide and more than 20 meters deep. 300 grenades for a critical hit.

Without the protection of the trenches, it would have been a terrifying experience for the soldiers on the surface.

The Japanese army's hand-cranked siren had already sounded mournfully after the first wave of the grenade exploded, but that didn't mean that the boss could withdraw as soon as he said it. There were still dozens of pairs of eyes staring at them viciously in the dozens of shooting holes. .

Of course, the important thing is not the eyes, but the deadly steel stream that may erupt from it at any time.

On the battlefield, leaving the back to the opponent is no easier than the rain of grenades constantly falling from the sky.

The only ten light and heavy machine guns that could provide firepower cover were also intermittently fired under the raging fire of a machine gun that was hidden in their shooting circles.

He saw with his own eyes that an imperial soldier jumped up in panic because a grenade landed beside him and tried to hide in another bunker. Explosion in the sky.

Visible to the naked eye, several blood lines splattered from the soldier's body, and the flying shrapnel directly turned him into a sieve.

However, he shouldn't be in too much pain, because the inferior delay grenade that fell on the ground also exploded, and the shock wave pushed the soldier's body sideways three or four meters away.

Examples of this are popping up more and more as the grenade rain keeps falling.

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