Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 72
Fight till now.

The battle on the first floor is basically over.

All the Japanese troops who dared to rush forward were swept to the ground by the dense rain of bullets, and the Japanese troops closest to the building fortifications also fell five meters away.

In the smoke of gunpowder, the unique gunshots of the [-]th Gate have become inaudible.

More than 200 Japanese troops were fleeing into the rubble along the dead ends of the two wings of the warehouse, and the firepower upstairs was chasing their buttocks, hoping to leave a few more on the battlefield before they fled.

But that doesn't matter, plus those who stayed in the building, the Japanese army lost half of their troops in this round of attack.

The Japanese infantry suffered heavy casualties, but the defenders were not without losses.

Even with thick walls and sandbag fortifications for protection, more than ten soldiers were injured by shrapnel and ricocheting bullets in defense of the frontal positions.

His Excellency General Ishigen Matsui, commander of the Japanese Songhu Expeditionary Force, should probably be grateful that they met a low-key Chinese commander.

Otherwise, if the battle losses of the two sides are compared, perhaps the military merit book of the Four Elements Warehouse will record a feat of angering a Japanese general.

But there will always be sacrifices.

In a peaceful world, you never know when the unexpected will come, let alone on the battlefield.

"Iron egg, don't talk, it will be fine!" Lao Hei tried to lift up his soldiers, but found a lot of blood pouring out of his soldiers' mouths and noses. He wanted to speak, but couldn't say a word.

"Medical soldiers, medical soldiers, come and see what happened to Tie Dan." The old black hurriedly unbuttoned his soldiers' shirts, but found no wounds, so he could only shout to the medical soldiers.

The company medics rushed over, and after a brief examination, they could only shake their heads silently.

"You lied to me, you lied to me!" Old Hei opened his eyes angrily and refused to accept the result. "Iron Dan doesn't have bullet holes on his body, how could he die?"

The medic looked at the emotional veteran, his lips moved, but after all, he didn't give a reason.

The soldier had no bullet holes on his body, and the heavy machine gun bullet was also bounced off by the arc angle of the helmet. The helmet prevented him from being shot in the head, but it still killed him.

The terrifying force generated by the huge kinetic energy of the machine gun bullet broke his neck and cervical vertebrae directly through the fixing belt of the steel helmet, which was more deadly than a gunshot wound.

"Old Hei, Tie Dan has already sacrificed." Tang Dao, who rushed over, sighed slightly, but he could only tell the old Hei, who was so sad that he couldn't help himself.

"Iron! You talk like a bastard, talk! What do you want to say, tell your brother!" Two lines of hot tears flowed from Lao Hei's eyes, and he tightly held the first-class soldier who had quietly swallowed his last breath softly. body in his arms.

"I promised my aunt that I would take you back. Why do you want me to explain to my aunt!"

"That's Lao Hei's younger brother!" Veteran Youzi whispered in Tang Dao's ear.

Only then did Tang Dao know.

The deceased senior soldier was Lao Hei's cousin, and Lao Hei lost both his parents since he was a child. He was brought up by his uncle and aunt, and his cousin was similar to his own younger brother.

After joining the army, Lao Hei, who went back to his hometown to visit his uncle and aunt, brought his cousin to the army in order to repay the kindness of his uncle and aunt.

Unexpectedly, only two years later, the Songhu War broke out.

Now, his cousin who was dragged into the army died in battle. How could Lao Hei not be grief-stricken, and how could he have the face to go back to see his uncle and aunt?

There was silence, Tang Dao did not persuade Lao Hei who was immersed in grief and self-blame, but said: "Lao Hei, people can't be resurrected from the dead, crying is useless, do you want to see how the Japanese cry?"

"Sir!" Lao Hei looked at Tang Dao with tears on his black face.

He probably didn't understand what Tang Dao meant, nor did the other soldiers surrounding him.

"Trust me, I will make the Japanese cry even worse!" Tang Dao patted Lao Hei on the shoulder and stared at the battlefield.

The battle isn't over yet.

While the infantry were fighting fiercely, the battle of machine guns and several Japanese tanks was also in full swing.

However, because it was on the top of the high building and backed to the concession, and the Japanese army was still downstairs because of its own infantry, the mountain artillery could not be shelled, and the Japanese tanks without shooting the boundary were basically in a state of being hoisted by machine guns.

The Type 89 tank, which was the farthest away, was able to escape the catastrophe after all because it was protected by alleys and some damaged houses.

But the two 89 tanks closest to the warehouse were not as lucky as their colleagues. Even if they were extremely wise to turn the front of the car and flee to the flanks, the cross-section of the tank flanks exposed in front of the warehouse was too large.

The 12mm steel plate is an insurmountable wall for heavy machine guns. In front of the 20mm machine gun, it is not much stronger than the defense of a piece of white paper. It is a big hole.

A Type 89 tank only escaped 100 meters before it was penetrated by three cannonballs. I don't know the specific condition of the tank crew inside, but the out of control tank slammed into a rubble and stopped moving.

The completely powerless tank was then baptized by at least five or six shells, and the two machine guns chased another 300 tank that had fled 89 meters away.

This time, the Type 89 tank that escaped to the dead corner without exposing the flank was almost able to escape, but the last shell in Lei Xiong's bullet plate hit the diesel engine at the rear.

Thick black smoke came out from the rear of the tank, and then flames began to burst out. The Japanese tankers must have made their last effort, trying to drive the burning tank back to their positions without leaving the tank for a full 1 minute.

Obviously, they failed.

Bravery, undoubtedly excellent, does not necessarily change the outcome.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and by the time they pushed on the roof of the car to try to escape, it was too late.

The high temperature generated by the metal is very good at conducting heat and ignited their clothes. The first driver to escape the tank was already covered in flames. Even if the Japanese infantry quickly beat the flames on his body, according to the burning conditions at that time, it is estimated that he did not die. The tenderloin was medium rare.

As for the others, they should have coexisted with the 89 tanks that burned into a bonfire.

But the little Doudings, relying on their small size and speed, fled the moment they found the two cannons of the Chinese defenders, and the one that slipped was called a fast, and waited for Lei Xiong to find them again. Trouble, but I can't even see the shadow of the tank.

But it doesn't matter. For the Sixing Warehouse, the biggest threat is the Type 89 tank. The 57mm tank gun has high precision and penetrating power.

Just after the first battle, three cars were killed, and the Japanese, who were not rich enough themselves, were digging their hearts out of pain.

Of course, this is still the first tank that Leixiong, Tang Dao and others didn't know they destroyed.

700 meters away, Waki ​​Itata Jiro looked at the body that was almost smashed into a puddle of meat, only relying on the Major's military uniform, he finally confirmed that it was the corpse of the "second generation of expensive" Tokugawa Major who came to the army with gold plating, and almost didn't transform immediately Become a big head doll.

The future inquiries from the bigwigs on the island are even worse than the big defeat that just happened.

But at this moment, he can't think about it in the long run. If he doesn't conquer the fortress in front of him, he has no future at all.

As the retreating Japanese troops retreated into the ruins, the warehouse defenders no longer wasted ammunition, and the Japanese troops on both flanks also retreated to their field trenches.

The sound of gunfire gradually ceased, the wind from the sea in the east blew, and the smoke of gunpowder shrouded the battlefield also turned from thick to thin.

The battlefield where the two sides fought hard just now appeared in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)