The Japanese soldiers who continued to stay in place howled in pain as they were hit by rubble falling from the sky. The Japanese soldiers who jumped up and ran for their lives were mowed down like wheat by Leng Feng's platoon of three light machine guns that had been prepared.
Just relying on visual inspection, in this wave, at least twenty or thirty Japs were killed, so that not many people paid attention to the 89 tank that was knocked to the ground and rolled several times by the blast of air.
The soldiers who chose to hide behind the small building and quietly planted explosives outside the building regarded them as dead people.
"What a good idea! This method is good! If I had known it could be like this, we should have gotten more explosives. Let's see how many of them we can blow up." Lei Xiong put down the MG34 machine gun in his hand,
Not without regrets.
"The little Japs are not that stupid. If we do it again, they will react quickly." Tang Dao continued to look into the distance with the sight on the machine gun, without looking back, and replied calmly.
Sure enough, half a minute later, six consecutive shells fired by another mortar squad on the roof also detonated the explosives hidden in a small building on the left wing, and more than a dozen Japanese were sent to the sky.
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The Japanese soldiers on the battlefield were like frightened animals, rolling and crawling out of the buildings one after another.
Even if they have a hole in their heads, they also know the purpose of the Chinese expending artillery shells to bomb these dilapidated buildings. In those places where bullets can be avoided, the hateful Chinese have secretly planted explosives.
That thing is even scarier than bullets.
Don't overestimate bullets, but you can still hide in any crater or under the rubble. As long as you don't stand up and rush forward stupidly, your survival rate is definitely higher than 80%, but
Explosives are not good. Once they explode, everything within a radius of hundreds or even kilometers will be reduced to slag.
Two consecutive waves of explosions destroyed one of our own tanks and sent dozens of colleagues to drink tea with Amaterasu. This is the best proof.
No Japanese army dared to hide in the remaining buildings. Even if they knew that the Chinese could not bury explosives everywhere, who knew whether they would win the jackpot?
By this time, the Japanese army no longer had tanks in the lead to help block the gunfire. In addition to heavy machine guns still firing tirelessly, infantry artillery and other artillery fire had also completely stopped.
When our own mortars and machine guns spoke one after another, the infantry in the warehouse also hid behind the fortifications and fired at the Japanese infantry who were still crawling forward on the position.
Ignore him whether he can be hit or not. The important thing is to prevent the Japanese infantry from moving forward quickly, so that your mortars can throw a few more shells at him first.
The Japanese army was in a very awkward situation now. The opponent's light machine guns and rifles opened fire one after another, and mortars were falling one by one from above their heads.
Although the mortar fire is not intensive, with only five or six shells hitting the battlefield a minute, if it falls, at least one or two unlucky ones will be taken away.
After all, the Sihang Warehouse is only so big. The closer the distance, the smaller the attack surface. However, their arrogant Colonel committed more than 700 infantry at once, even if they were divided into several waves.
, but the density is high enough.
In such a short two minutes, because they were lying low enough, not many people died from the bullets, but the mortar shells took away twenty or thirty people, although this ratio is not high compared to the total number of people.
It's high, but it makes people feel scared because it can't stand it!
God knows at the next moment, will the Chinese mortarman’s target choose him? The feeling of passively waiting for death is really painful.
In fact, the expression on Jiro Wakiba's face did not change during the 500-meter appearance race, but his heart was full of "fuck".
He could see that due to the reduction in the number of warehouse defenders, the firepower intensity was different from the previous days, but the opponent's "shamelessness" level actually increased again.
It only took more than two hours from the time they retreated to the warehouse until dawn. Instead of hiding in the warehouse and shivering in fear, they actually came up with a new trick, burying explosives on the battlefield and then detonating them with artillery shells.
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If the battle cannot be resolved today, the battlefield must not remain dark tonight, otherwise God knows what new tricks they will come up with.
Every new pattern must be watered with the blood of Imperial infantry.
Although he knew that his involuntary thought of "the battle cannot be resolved today" was sinful, the Japanese colonel just couldn't stop it.
Of course, this kind of mixed emotions of anger and shame can only be buried deep in my heart, and it is impossible to tell anyone.
Even, it has to be covered up.
The last two 89 tanks assigned to the division were dead, but the current casualty figures were still within the tolerable range. The Japanese colonel still did not issue a withdrawal order, but continued to look at the battlefield ahead with a cold face.
I have to admit that the Japanese army's execution on the battlefield is terrible. Although they are at a disadvantage now, they are still heading towards the target as long as the commander does not issue a withdrawal order.
Even if they crawled forward in the ruins, even if they hid behind a not-so-strong bunker and exchanged fire with the Chinese defenders, none of them retreated.
The Japanese army's covering firepower was more determined than the previous two days. Perhaps because they were afraid that the distance of 500 meters was still too far and would cause misfire on their own infantry, they actually moved the infantry artillery fortifications 100 meters forward, four lines away.
The warehouse is only 400 meters away.
Then, the four approaching infantry guns opened fire directly.
The fortifications they constructed with thick logs and sandbags were strong enough to withstand mortar shells. This was also the most fatal flaw of the curved cannon, which was unable to cause damage to solid fortifications.
In the future North China Plain, the most important fulcrum of the blockade war adopted by Okamura Neiji is to build a large number of gun towers, which also bullies their opponents into not having direct-aimed guns. As long as there are a few direct-aimed guns, no matter how strong the gun towers are, they are just living targets.
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From the day it was born, the mortar was destined to be a short- and medium-range fire support weapon for infantry attacks. Its characteristics are to hit open fire points and kill infantry sequences. But if it is to deal with solid fortifications and armored targets,
That is naturally beyond our capabilities.
The close-in bombardment of these four infantry guns posed too great a frontal threat to the Sihang Warehouse. Although it still could not break through the wall, if it hit the sandbag fortifications, it would be fatal and there would be no other outcome.
After one minute of continuous shelling, four infantry cannons destroyed at least five windows of sandbag fortifications. One shell even penetrated the window and hit an interior wall into pieces. Fortunately, there were no soldiers around, and there were no soldiers in that room.
Store ammunition, otherwise the losses will be great.
The infantrymen, who were mainly covered by sandbag fortifications, were suppressed and retracted to the inside of the wall. They did not dare to easily fall down and shoot at their own fighting positions.
In addition to the heavy machine guns and several light machine guns behind the shooting holes, which were still trying to shoot at the Japanese infantry who were already ready to move, the firepower in the warehouse was instantly reduced by two-thirds.
Tietou's machine gun didn't stop firing, not because he was hiding behind the firing hole.
The several infantry artillery fortifications that the Japanese army approached were carefully designed. They were not just log and sandbag fortifications that could withstand the intensity of mortar bombardment, but also fire boundaries.
They are basically not front-facing warehouses and have a certain oblique angle. This angle can ensure that the warehouse is hit and the shells are not bombarded into the concession. However, the shooting hole used by the machine gun located in the center of the warehouse has a limited range of fire.
That said, it is just out of reach.
Unless you go behind the corresponding sandbag fortification, but then, once it is hit, even if it is one or two meters short, it is enough to take away a ten-man machine gun squad.
Tietou did not hesitate. If the fierce power of the infantry artillery could not be curbed and the Japanese infantry began to charge, the warehouse might not even be able to survive this morning.
He can only shoot with them to see who is lucky enough. With good luck, he can continue to live.
The two machine guns were placed in front of the warehouse by Tietou, the platoon leader, who passed by and asked Tang Dao for instructions.
But this time, there was no thick wall to shield them.
In order to hit the opponent's fortifications, the machine guns were placed behind shooting piles made of sandbags.
There is a 70mm infantry cannon on one side and a 20mm machine gun on the other. They are both deadly weapons that can kill each other instantly.
When the first cannonball fell, it was the knight on the ancient battlefield who raised his spear and pointed at the enemy on the opposite side.
Then, the horse gallops wildly, the spear is leveled, and he hedges!
However, this kind of duel with hot weapons across distant space is far more terrifying than a confrontation with cold weapons.
Because no one knows whether he will chop off the enemy's head at the next moment, or whether the enemy's gun will pierce his chest.
The huge psychological pressure made Cheng Tiedu, known as Tietou, sweat all over his face.
The friends around him were all sweating through their clothes, as if they had just taken a shower.
It was really not an ordinary stimulation, it was so exciting that one's heart almost stopped beating.
The only thing that remained unchanged was Lieutenant Tietou's steady hand.
