Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 83 The wind is not high, and it is also a fire day (please ask for tickets! Recommended monthly tickets are required!)

Finally, when the moonlight fell from the dark clouds again.

A Japanese soldier who just got up from a prostrate state accidentally stepped on a tin can box that seemed to have been thrown on the ground at random. The harsh sound of metal friction was like a thunderbolt in such a silent night.

The sentry in the building began to exclaim.

"Everything, come here quickly!" Nancheng Xinyi did not panic, but quickly summoned his subordinates who were still in the trenches.

On the other hand, he pulled out the bastard box and took the previous dozen people to the corner of the building without covering their bodies. He even picked up a few sandbags and used them as temporary field fortifications. The meaning of the Chinese army rushing out.

That is to say, the firepower output of the Nanfang pistol is really too bad, otherwise Nancheng Xinyi is completely confident that he can block the opponent for more than 3 minutes with the strength of his own infantry unit.

But that doesn't matter much anymore, as long as you give them 1 minute, 1 minute, dig a pit along the wall that can half-bury the explosive package, and the nearly [-] kilograms of explosive they carry will definitely be able to form an effective corner in this warehouse. blasting.

This is the conclusion that Yin Tengzhong, the second major, observed for a long time before approaching the warehouse 30 meters:

Use the cover of night to send a blasting death squad to blast the support point at the angle between the two wings of the sturdy building, the Sixing Warehouse.

This position should be the load-bearing body that supports the wall. Once it is blasted, it is ten times more terrifying than if the wall is blasted with a big hole.

Even if the building does not collapse due to this, the artillerymen can effectively bombard its interior through this blasting hole, and finally completely blow up this part of the building with points and surfaces, and also find a clear attack point for the infantry.

Otherwise, in the face of this mutant 'hedgehog' that seems to be covered with thorns, not to mention carrying a turtle shell, the tiger of the Imperial Army really has a feeling of having nowhere to go.

Three consecutive flares were shot into the sky, illuminating the area 30 meters in front of three sides of the warehouse to snow white.

The observation post on the top of the building has the clearest view. You can see that there are Japanese soldiers in black at the shooting blind spots on both sides. They have entered a position that they cannot see. Not only can they not shoot, they can't even find grenades. to the target.

Because the four-row warehouse has an eaves design, they can throw grenades five or six meters away from the warehouse from the roof, but if someone gets close to the wall, they can only bomb it.

That can only be bombed blindly, and the sentries dropped grenades without hesitation, holding the idea that one is one.

"Yoshi! The warriors are about to succeed." Jiro Wakibata, who moved his headquarters forward to 500 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse, saw through the binoculars the bright lights of the flares fired in the dark night, accompanied by the sound of gunfire and The explosion of the grenade sounded, not surprising but happy.

The Chinese finally realized it. This was a normal reaction, but there was no sound of heavy machine guns and the direction of the flares being thrown near the building was enough for the Japanese Colonel to accurately judge that the two death squads should have arrived at the planned location.

"Order the chariots on standby to get ready, and the searchlights begin to illuminate the target. As long as the Chinese want to rush out of the building, they will be bombarded with tank artillery and hit them back!" Wakibanjiro's eyes were full of energy for the first time.

"I want the Chinese to watch their fortresses being demolished, and there is nothing they can do!"

The huge aperture hit the tall and majestic building of the Sixing Warehouse.

In the sight of the telescopes of several senior Japanese officers who arrived at the forefront of the position, there were figures of their own army warriors who were shooting at each other with the defenders. That is, the firepower output of the southern pistol was too weak.

People are constantly falling and being shot at the Chinese.

But this did not stop the courage of the imperial warriors. Some warriors were digging the soil with sweaty shovels, like a group of groundhogs that couldn't wait to go home.

"Brain, it's a good thing! It's just a pity for Kosaka-kun." Yin Teng Zhongji sighed the importance of his own wisdom, while slightly regretting.

Second Lieutenant Nancheng Xinyi was leading the defeated soldiers of the 1st Infantry Brigade. He didn't feel bad for him at all, but the leader on the other side was Second Lieutenant Kosaka Masao, a famous titan of his 3rd Infantry Brigade.

If it wasn't for the sake of expressing his confidence and courage in the decisive battle of the Chinese remnants in front of His Excellency the Great Colonel, he would be reluctant to let Second Lieutenant Kosaka Masao, who had killed ten Chinese infantry in several hand-to-hand battles, lead the team.

As a tactical planner, he knew too well that if the blasting failed, it would be worth it. There was still some hope of escape, but if the blasting was successful, it would be doomed.

Because, the power of nearly [-] kilograms of explosives exploded, not to mention the high temperature formed at the moment of the explosion, the air wave formed by the shock wave alone was enough to blow the human body up to a height of more than ten meters like a leaf.

Within [-] meters, if there is not enough bunkers to protect, no one can survive.

Even the Chinese defenders in the building, even if they are protected by a solid building, the shock waves formed by the explosion may be able to kill dozens of people alive.

Obviously, no matter how awesome his fighter was, he couldn't run out of [-] meters in five or six seconds under the guns of the Chinese.

And the current scene has shown that success is in sight, and it also shows that the elites sent are only one step away from death.

However, the slight regret was quickly replaced by joy.

If the blasting is successful, at least half of the credit must be attributed to him, Yin Teng Zhongji.

As for His Excellency Waki ​​Itajiro, being able to conquer the Sixing Warehouse may give him a chance to continue wearing the Collar of the Colonel, but someone must be responsible for the fiasco during the day, and that idiot Toyoda Hideo is obviously not qualified for that.

In this case, is there a chance for me to lead the 36th Infantry Regiment?The Hokkaido fishermen looked at the snow-white beams of light swept out from the building on their side, and under their drooping eyelids, they couldn't hide a strong ambition that could not be concealed.

The next moment, Wakiitajiro's high spirits and Yinto Zhongji's wild vision were like bean curd flowers that were gradually dripped into brine, and gradually solidified in the pupils.

A torch leisurely stretched out from the lookout hole on the second floor of the warehouse, and then dropped it.

The fire light instantly ignited along the outer wall of the building about five meters, forming a terrifying wall of fire.

The autumn wind in southeastern China is not violent at first, but at this moment, the wind took advantage of the fire to blow up the fire nearly four or five meters.

"My day!" The veteran soldier, who was bluffing his face to the observation hole, leaned back abruptly, but it was too late. The rolled up flames burned his eyebrows and his face was smoked. Got pitch black.

At first glance, it is somewhat similar to the old black over there.

Such a big fire?Platoon Commander Tang, how much diesel has to be poured!The soldiers looked at each other in awe while looking at the big black face of Li Jiujin, the squad leader Li Jiujin, who was usually careful not to even scratch his oily skin, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

However, all the emotions in the pupils of several Japanese commanders seemed to have been consumed by the fire that could be seen without binoculars, leaving only the wildly jumping flames.

"Osaka-kun, you really can't come back!" This thought kept echoing in the mind of the Japanese Army Major, who was already dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)