Several Japanese and puppet soldiers were shot in the head when they threw grenades. The grenades landed at the feet of the Japanese and puppet soldiers, and nearby Japanese and puppet soldiers were blown up.
"The vice-captain and the others haven't arrived yet. They may be in trouble."
Li Changshun took a deep breath and said: "We can't sit still and wait for death. Two brothers in our team are injured. If this continues, our combat team will be finished."
"We also have a wounded brother in Team 1." Duan Peng said, "I'm not afraid of these Japanese and puppet troops. What I'm most afraid of now is the Japanese artillery."
Li Changshun glanced out through the window and happened to see several Japanese soldiers pushing a Type 92 infantry gun and firing at Zhu Yuan on the street 0 meters away.
"Damn it, you crow's mouth." Li Changshun screamed, "Type 92 infantry gun!"
"Where is it?" Duan Peng's expression suddenly changed when he heard this.
The Type 92 Infantry Cannon is so powerful that it can penetrate even the turrets, let alone houses. In front of the Type 92 Infantry Cannon, this brick building is no different from the one in Zhihu.
When Duan Peng was asking questions, Li Changshun had already fired.
"Pop!" "Pop!" After two very short gunshots, the two Japanese soldiers behind the Type 92 infantry gun were shot in the head and then fell down.
Although the Type 92 infantry gun has a protective shield, from the second floor, the pistol can hit the bent Japanese artillerymen.
After Li Changshun killed a Japanese artilleryman, he quickly changed his position. The next moment, there was a loud sound of gunfire, and dense bullets were fired towards the place where he had just fired.
Fortunately, this was a brick building. If it had been a wooden building, they would have been beaten into pieces by the Japanese and puppet troops downstairs.
Li Changshun and Duan Peng looked down through the window again. The Japanese artillerymen got a steel plate from nowhere and placed it in front of the Type 92 infantry gun.
Duan Peng raised his hand and hit the steel plate with two shots. Sparks flew everywhere, but they failed to penetrate the steel plate.
"Fuck!" Seeing this scene, Duan Peng's cheeks twitched and he shouted, "The Japanese are about to fire, retreat!"
Duan Peng reached the stairs in a few steps, and then jumped down. Behind him, Li Changshun and several team members jumped from the second floor to the first floor.
Less than 3 seconds after the last team member jumped down, there was a violent explosion above their heads, like a heavy hammer beating a drum in their ears, and everyone's heads were buzzing.
A puff of choking smoke rushed down from the stairs, and the building was blown up by the Japanese Type 92 infantry cannon.
If Duan Peng hadn't given the order to retreat in time, if they were still upstairs, they would all have been killed by the Japanese one shot.
But Duan Peng knew very well that the Japanese definitely had more than one cannonball.
"Get the hell back inside and move quickly!"
Following Duan Peng's loud shout, everyone quickly retreated inside, with six brothers guarding the back. The Japanese and puppet troops had attacked once from the back door, but were repulsed.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers on the street were overjoyed when they saw that the 92 Infantry Cannon blew up the building that had been unable to be conquered for a long time with one shot, and the enemy made no move.
One of the Japs, Shaozuo, smiled with satisfaction. He said it was a good fight. A few more shots would be enough.
"Boom!" There was another explosion. This time it was not the brick building in front that was blown up into the sky, but the 92 Infantry Cannon that had just been fired.
"Nani?" Jaap Shao Zuo turned around and saw a tank appearing on the corner of the street. The tanks were approaching side by side, and smoke was coming out of the muzzle of one of the tanks.
The heavy machine gun on another tank sprayed out a long tongue of flame, and the bullets were whipped towards the Japanese and puppet soldiers squatting on both sides of the street.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers with their backs to the tanks were immediately shot by machine guns, and fell into a pool of blood one after another.
Although there was only one heavy machine gun due to lack of manpower, the Japanese and puppet troops had no choice but to passively take bullets with the tanks.
The heavy machine gun in the hands of Monk Wei was both tricky and fierce. With every short burst or long burst, one to three Japanese and puppet soldiers were bound to be hit.
The street was very wide, and it didn't look crowded even if the tanks were moving forward in unison. While Monk Wei was firing with a heavy machine gun, another Type 95 tank was firing continuously.
"Boom!" The four or five Japanese and puppet troops who were hiding behind a bunker were blown up.
The two tanks drove very slowly. The Japanese and puppet soldiers were so frightened that they ran out from behind the bunker and fired at the two tanks while retreating.
But it was useless. Although the armor thickness of the Japanese tanks was only about 10 mm, the rifles and machine guns in the hands of the Japanese and puppet soldiers could not penetrate it at all.
At this moment, on this little-known Taiyuan street, a 7.7mm heavy machine gun and a 37mm tank gun showed amazing lethality.
This was almost a one-sided massacre, and the Japanese and puppet troops who were caught off guard were severely beaten.
The Japanese and puppet soldiers finally couldn't stand it anymore, lost the courage to resist, turned around and ran away, leaving behind a large number of corpses and disappeared at the street corner.
The convoy stopped in front of the gate of the "Imperial Army Rest House". Everyone got out of the tanks and looked at the Japanese rest house whose building had been blown down.
Wang Gensheng honked the horn several times, and then Li Changshun and Duan Peng's heads were carefully poked out.
Monk Wei grinned: "Duan Peng, Changshun, I heard you want to take a ride?"
8
Chapter completed!