When they looked at the Molotov cocktail on the table again, they were immediately filled with awe of this little thing.
Such a gadget is so powerful?
Dozens of tanks were all eliminated in the blink of an eye.
Originally, Chi Yunfeng was worried that these tanks would cause an unimaginable devastating blow to the ambushing defenders on both sides of the street.
But things far exceeded his expectations.
The Japanese chariot didn't even have a chance to backhand, so it turned into a pile of scrap metal.
Looking at the panicked Japanese soldiers in the street, Chi Yunfeng felt a sense of relief, and the tightness in his chest disappeared.
"Beautiful, beautiful!" Chi Yunfeng waved his fist fiercely: "You son of a bitch, you still want to blow us up, you're just dreaming!"
But then, Chi Yunfeng showed a pained expression again.
Most of these tanks were captured by the Japanese army from the battlefield. To put it simply, the rest were their equipment before.
But now these tanks have been burned into scrap metal.
It would be great if a few vehicles could be captured. Even if only one vehicle could be captured, it would be able to supplement the firepower of the current troops.
"Why, are you feeling distressed?" Ding Wei patted Chi Yunfeng's shoulder and said with a smile.
"Of course it hurts to see these tanks destroyed." Chi Yunfeng said regretfully.
After a pause, he added: "But it's better to destroy them here. At least the Japanese can't use these chariots to harm our people anymore."
Unknowingly, Chi Yunfeng used the word "we" in front of Ding Wei.
While the two were talking, the ambush troops had already exchanged fire with the enemies on the street.
This place has been turned into a slaughterhouse, with blazing flames all over the streets and the screams of devils everywhere.
Most of the Japs were affected by the Molotov cocktails and fell to the ground into charred corpses.
In addition, some Japanese soldiers knew that there was an ambush here and wanted to retreat to a safe area.
But now that we are here, it is so easy to go wherever we want.
Without their command, they were not familiar with street fighting, let alone the Molotov cocktail that Ding Wei suddenly pulled out.
For these Japanese soldiers, this is completely new equipment. In the blink of an eye, the trophies they are proud of turn into scrap metal. How can they accept this?
I thought that with the dispatch of dozens of tanks, this place could be blown into rubble. Even the steel and iron bones would have to be buried under the rubble.
But no one would have thought that the chariot that was running amok on the chariot would lose its power without a hit, just a few glass bottles.
The Japanese were like a group of panicked rabbits, scurrying around in the streets, but no matter where they went, the bullets would hit them accurately.
It seems that there are enemies everywhere, and gunshots can be heard everywhere. Whether you can survive or not depends on luck.
Fierce gunfire rang out one after another, and the Japanese soldiers on the street fell to the ground one by one.
The Japanese soldiers who occupied the commanding heights in the outer circle could only act in a hurry.
From the beginning of the battle until now, they have not seen the shadow of the enemy, and can only watch their companions fall to the ground one after another.
After all, Rencheng was big enough. Ding Wei also directly circled an area and used it as a slaughterhouse, cramming more than a thousand Japanese into it. There was no problem at all.
After all, it is also an important transportation location, and it is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary county towns.
The Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive have learned to be wise now. They no longer stupidly crawl into the streets, but instead do the next best thing and choose to crawl into the ruins.
The nearly collapsed wall gave them natural cover. The figure of the little Japanese suddenly disappeared, leaving the defenders somewhat helpless.
Those who survive are basically veterans, and their battlefield sense is not comparable to that of some new recruits.
And these Japanese veterans gradually became accustomed to street fighting because they found a place to hide.
They even began to want to occupy a street for counterattack, and the Japanese soldiers followed the sound and found a heavy machine gun position.
The Japanese wanted to touch it thiefly, but fortunately the machine gunner here had a good idea and laid a booby trap at the entrance of the stairs.
The Japanese soldiers, who didn't know there was a trap, wanted to rush up and touch the machine gun position, but they touched a booby trap under their feet.
There was a loud bang, and the Japanese soldiers who were preparing for a sneak attack were thrown away.
This explosion quickly attracted the attention of the defenders upstairs.
The explosion sounded, and immediately there was another burst of noisy footsteps downstairs.
"Barracks, what should I do? There seems to be an enemy downstairs!" A soldier yelled at McGinth urgently.
"What the hell, what should I do? What do you want to do!" McGinth yelled angrily: "Guard the stairs, we must not let them rush up!"
"Yes!" the soldier responded, then picked up the gun and ran towards the stairs.
As soon as he ran forward, he suddenly saw a black shadow flying up from the stairs, rolling on the ground and smoking.
"Fuck, grenade!" The soldier quickly ran to the stairs and kicked the grenade down.
Then, he hurriedly fell to the ground again.
next moment.
A loud bang suddenly sounded, and the floor seemed to shake violently.
Two shrill screams rang out from downstairs, mixed with a few jabbering Japanese words. Needless to say, they must have been the angry curses of the Japanese.
These devils seem determined to take over this place.
Not long after, there was another sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of feet stepping on the stairs.
The soldier did not hesitate, he immediately stepped out, fired several times at the Japanese soldiers on the stairs, and then ducked into the side of the stairs.
A dense barrage of bullets followed and hit the wall. Several dense bullet holes suddenly appeared on the wall.
The Japanese soldiers who had just rushed up the stairs were hit by bullets, and rolled down the stairs with a scream, hitting several more Japanese soldiers who were following behind.
Knowing that there was someone above, the Japanese soldiers stopped being impatient and began to throw grenades upward one after another.
How many hands can you have?
If you can get back one or two, I don’t believe you can get back three or four.
One grenade after another was thrown to the second floor and rolled everywhere.
"Fuck your grandma!"
Seeing this scene, the soldier immediately cursed and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Be careful with grenades!"
Immediately afterwards, he curled up.
Several explosions were heard in succession, and several firelights flashed from various places on the second floor. Smoke suddenly filled the second floor, and the visibility was reduced visibly to the naked eye.
"Damn it, what's going on!"
When McKinsey heard the movement behind him, he shook his head vigorously, but saw that smoke and dust had filled the second floor, and he could vaguely hear the strange screams of the Japanese downstairs.
"Hold the stairs!" McKinsey shouted at the top of his lungs.
Following his roar, a soldier immediately ran toward the stairs with a gun in hand.
But with a burst of intense gunfire, the soldier was shot several times and fell straight to the ground.
The soldiers on the second floor had no time to remember their fallen comrade, and the footsteps on the stairs became increasingly dense.
A soldier showed a ruthless look in his eyes, took out a grenade, decisively pulled the string, and ran towards the stairs.
This time, he was determined to die and rushed towards the stairs, just so that when he was shot and fell to the ground, he could lie forward instead of falling behind.
Fierce gunfire rang out again.
Several flowers of blood spattered from the soldier's chest, but he held the grenade tightly in both hands and shouted sternly: "Fuck you little devil!"
The Japanese soldiers at the stairs also noticed the grenade in his hand, and their faces were suddenly full of horror.
Japs are also human beings. When they see someone coming and want to drag them to die together, they naturally don't want to die here inexplicably.
When they just turned around and wanted to run down the stairs.
The grenade exploded.
In a small space like the stairs, the shock wave of the explosion directly lifted the Japanese soldiers here in all directions.
The shock wave carried hundreds of fragments and scattered them around.
Because the grenade before had blown the wooden handrail to pieces.
Several Japanese soldiers flew to the first floor without any obstruction, and several Japanese soldiers slammed into the wall next to them.
Fortunately, this staircase is supported by cement. If it were replaced by a wooden staircase, it would have become a pile of broken wood.
But without giving the second floor any chance to breathe, several more Japanese soldiers, attracted by the movement here, rushed towards this side.
Then several more grenades flew up.
As soon as the grenade flew up, it exploded. There was no shelter on the second floor, and the soldiers did not have time to get down.
Several consecutive rumbling explosions sounded, and a painful muffled sound suddenly sounded from the second floor. Almost all the defenders on the second floor were knocked to the ground.
Only Mackinth was better, and the sandbags around him saved his life.
McGinth finally understood why Ding Wei wanted to surround himself with sandbags.
The purpose is to cope with the current situation. If there is a sneak attack by Japanese soldiers, it can greatly increase your chance of survival.
McKinsey didn't have much time to thank Ding Wei for forcing him to issue the military order.
Looking at the defenders on the second floor, he was the only one left, and the sound of dense footsteps could be heard faintly at the top of the stairs.
At this moment, McKinsey had no time to deal with the Japanese soldiers on the street, so he decisively turned the muzzle of the machine gun and aimed it at the top of the stairs.
as expected.
As soon as McKinsey turned his gun, several Japanese soldiers appeared at the stairs.
When they saw McKinsey, they immediately wanted to shoot him.
But McKinsey didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger decisively. A burst of flame suddenly burst out from the muzzle of the machine gun. The Japanese soldiers who had just reached the second floor fell to the ground one after another.
"Little devil, come on, come on, I'll treat you to a good meal!" Mackinsi held up Maxim and fired wildly towards the corridor, spreading firepower as much as he wanted.
The Japanese soldier who wanted to show his head to throw a grenade had his head smashed by a few stray bullets and his body collapsed to the ground.
The Japanese soldiers at the back could only worry because the position of the stairs and the machine gun position created an angle.
If the enemy wants to throw a grenade, he must find a position.
If McKinsey was holding an ordinary rifle at this time, these little devils would not have fought so hard.
But now we are not only facing machine gun fire, but the location of the machine gun positions is also very tricky.
Coupled with Maxim's belt-type ammunition supply method, basically you can keep shooting as long as the temperature is not too high.
McKinsey also understood this truth. If he didn't see the little Japs, he wouldn't shoot and would hide behind the sandbags.
The reinforcement work that Ding Wei had been urging us to do actually saved Mackinsi's life.
There were no more sandbags anyway, so McGinnis simply piled them into a sand barrier half as high as a man.
The two sides have been in a stalemate here, the Japanese can't come up, and McGinnis can't rush out either.
Fortunately, McKinsey left plenty of bullets in the position. Although it has been consumed, there are still at least 3,000 rounds of Maxim bullets here, so there is no need to worry about insufficient ammunition in a short time.
The two sides were in a stalemate for a few minutes, and then the Japs charged forward again.
"Hold!"
As soon as McGinnis was distracted, he suddenly saw several shadows rushing to the second floor.
After suffering successive losses, this group of Japanese soldiers also learned to be wise. They no longer gathered together and rushed towards one place.
After reaching the second floor, they immediately dispersed and rushed in different directions.
This time, Mackinsi was stunned, and the Japanese soldier in the middle was easily eliminated.
But the Japanese soldiers on both sides were not so easy to deal with. The Japanese soldiers on the left were beaten into a sieve by Maxim, but the little Japanese soldiers on the right were approaching.
The Japanese soldier also took out a cantaloupe thunderbolt from his arms, pulled the string, smashed it on the head, and threw it towards where McGinnis was.
McKinsey immediately turned the gun and pulled the trigger to the right.
He's not stupid either. From such a close distance, throwing a grenade would be as easy as peeing.
There is no place to hide on the second floor except for the sand barrier. Why don't you kill the Japanese soldiers and wait for them to be bombed?
But something unexpected happened. The bullet chain on the Maxim machine gun suddenly broke, losing the supply of bullets, and the machine gun suddenly misfired.
Two bullets were fired, and by chance, the bullet hit the little devil's thigh.
The Japanese soldiers let out a shrill scream, and the strength in their hands suddenly weakened, and they cried out in pain while holding their injured thighs.
The grenade rolled down to a position only one meter away from the sand barrier.
Looking at the smoking grenade on the ground, McGinnis let out a strange scream and lay down decisively in the sand barrier.
There was a loud bang and the grenade exploded. Fortunately, because of the sand barrier, McKinsey did not suffer any damage.
Without giving McKinsey any chance to rest, another set of footsteps sounded at the top of the stairs.
"Ammunition man, supply me with ammunition!" McKinsey shouted at the top of his lungs.
As soon as he shouted, he realized that he was the only one on the second floor.
"Damn it!" McKinsey couldn't help but cursed: "I'm here, are you fucking poking at the enemy's nest? Wave after wave."
In fact, the main reason is that McKinsey is guarding the street, and the Japanese who hear the movement will definitely want to occupy this place and gain some advantage.
McKinsey hurriedly picked up the bullet chain on the ground...
Before he could start reloading, several Japanese soldiers rushed up to the stairs again.
Seeing this, a deathly look flashed across McKins's face, and he was just about to grab the Zhongguan beside him, trying to get some Japanese to back him up.
Suddenly he heard a burst of fierce gunfire, and then he saw these Japanese soldiers falling to the ground one after another.
what happened?
Just when Max was confused, he heard a familiar voice coming from the stairs.
"Lao Mai, McGinnis, are you still alive? Just take a breather while you are still alive!"
Lu Fang!
That second battalion commander of the Eighth Route Army!
McKinsey suddenly showed a surprised expression.
"Lao Lu, I'm in there, I'm here!" McGinth said excitedly.
Lu Fang quickly rushed to the second floor, looked at the injured Japanese soldier on the ground, and gave him a bullet.
"Why are you here?" McKinsey asked.
Lu Fang said: "Forget it, the Japs climbed in from the second floor, and the Japs from the first floor rushed up again, attacking us from the front and back. They just broke out!"
Seeing that McGinth still wanted to ask questions, McGinth said: "Now is not the time to chat, let's deal with these devils first!"