Although it was a tactical deception that kept the Japanese army from figuring out the structure and strength of the defenders in the warehouse, the machine gun shells were real.
The Suloton machine gun produced in Sweden has an effective range of more than 2,500 meters in flat fire, let alone the current range of only 400 meters.
It is true that the Sulotong machine gun, which is regarded as the king of explosive weapons in the Chinese army, is basically assigned to the artillery regiment directly under the infantry division. Machine gun shooters at the infantry battalion and regiment level rarely have access to it, but Lei Xiong's machine gun battery
But different.
As the fire support company of the main battalion of the 524th Regiment of the Royal Guards, they had collectively received short-term special training on Sulotong machine guns, 37mm anti-aircraft guns and other light artillery six months before the war, and were no strangers to this type of machine gun.
As for Lei Xiong, this pervert, not only ranked first in the division in the machine gun assessment during the training, but was even more accurate than the instructors sent by the artillery battalion of the division headquarters. In the words of the division artillery regiment commander, Lei Xiong was not good at all.
You shouldn't be a company commander, but a gunner.
All I can say is that this guy was born to be a soldier.
Of course, the artilleryman also needs to test fire, and Lei Xiong is no exception. He needs to recalibrate based on the ballistic trajectory of the test fire.
Therefore, the first thing the marching Japanese army felt was not the bloody death caused by the machine gun in the queue, but the wall bricks not far away being strafed until they exploded or made a big hole, and then they heard the 20 mm
The low, dull sound of "dong dong" came from the machine gun.
"Baga! Enemy attack! Hidden." Walking at the end of the team, the Japanese captain who didn't even have a command knife or binoculars appeared. Before shouting, he nimbly jumped to the ground and rolled towards the dilapidated house on the street.
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Compared with many of his colleagues who like to wear long leather boots and white gloves and carry a command knife into battle, Koizumi Reicheng is definitely a cautious person.
After two months of bloody fighting, at least one-third of those idiots who liked to show off had ended up in the small wooden box wrapped in white cloth.
The favorite targets of Chinese cold shooters are white gloves and command knives, and finally the guy with the sun flag tied to his spear.
If you pretend to be cool, you will be fooled. This philosophy of life was actually understood by a Japanese in this era.
That's the sound of the Chinese being able to blow up the imperial tanks and armored machine guns. Damn it, is there really a Chinese infantry regiment stuffed into that building?
Koizumi Reicheng hid quickly enough and his judgment was accurate.
However, the Japanese captain did not have time to think about why the Chinese were so crazy that they used machine guns, a trump card weapon, to deal with their infantry. At that moment, he just thought about how to escape to a house with walls as quickly as possible, even if it was
It was a dilapidated house that was riddled with holes, as if it could be kicked down.
Because he didn't want to become a puddle of minced meat, the squadron leader of the 3rd Infantry Squadron was blown up by such a machine gun.
Yes, he was not beaten to death, but blown up.
The shell as thick as a cigar probably only hit the squadron leader's chest and abdomen, and then half of the chest and abdomen disappeared like a shoulder; then, most of the body that had not fallen was hit again, this time
I don’t know where it hit, but I later thought it was near the throat, and then the head disappeared; the entire upper body was torn into several pieces, leaving only one buttocks and two thighs in place, and the long leather boots were intact.
showing his status as a lieutenant.
Koizumi Reicheng, who witnessed his legs being burned on a wooden frame, felt that his eyes were cold at that moment. Isn't that what the so-called jade is broken?
He really doesn't want to make the same mistake as that unlucky guy!
Without the head, how can the soul return to its hometown? How can it hear the beautiful girl singing softly under the cherry blossom tree?
Therefore, as soon as he heard the distinctive muffled sound of Chinese machine guns, the Japanese captain immediately ran away with his head in his arms. If there was a hole in the ground, he would definitely be the first to get in.
And the so-called pride of the Imperial Japanese Army...
Let’s put it away first! Those who don’t know how to put it away will turn into gray by now.
It’s just that the Chinese are so careless. Who would reveal their trump cards before they even meet each other? The Japanese captain turned over and hid in a broken house. He was extremely sad and angry.
In the words of the future, you are a special girl and don’t follow martial ethics!
"Damn! Missed!" Lei Xiong punched his thigh in annoyance, watching the shit-colored beasts in the distance leaping into the ruins like birds and beasts, a coldness flashed in his eyes: "But, hide in there
Is there a ball for you?"
The 20mm caliber machine gun can penetrate 17mm steel plate at a distance of 500 meters. The anti-aircraft machine gun originally used for anti-aircraft was often used to level Japanese tanks when the war situation was critical.
Most of the residential buildings in Songhu are brick-concrete and wooden structures, and now only ruins are left. Faced with the terrifying penetrating power of such shells, the protective power is not much stronger than a piece of paper.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The muffled sound of the machine gun in Lei Xiong's hand sounded again.
In the gaps between the many firepower points in Sihang Warehouse, hundreds of pairs of eyes and three telescopes cast their eager gazes on the battlefield where the Japanese troops were fleeing, watching the clouds of smoke rising among the ruins.
A single machine gun knocked down hundreds of people from nearly two infantry squadrons of the Japanese army.
On the banks of the Suzhou River, Western soldiers in neat uniforms stood on guard by the river. After hearing the muffled sound of machine guns, they jumped into the field fortifications that had been set up and patrolled toward the other bank with wide eyes.
The refugees who had retreated to their temporary shacks under the corners of tall buildings pricked up their ears at that moment.
Then, when they looked up to the opposite side, they saw dark blue military uniforms active on the Sihang Warehouse Building, which was only a few dozen meters away from them.
That is the unique uniform color of the Chinese army.
It's our people who are at war with the Japanese invaders again!
The Chinese people, who had already experienced a wave of excitement last night, were excited again.
Especially for men, because of the Japanese invasion, the warm home is gone, the gentle smile of the wife disappears, and the face becomes increasingly haggard, the chubby little faces of the children are replaced by sallow and thin faces, and the aging and frail bodies of the parents can no longer withstand this.
It was a cold winter, but as the heads of the family, they could only bring them some white porridge and fermented bean curd.
Others, nothing can be done.
The family can only live like wild dogs.
One can imagine the hatred in his heart towards the intruder.
They stood up, some broke away from their wives' hands holding the corners of their clothes and struggled to walk alone, and some simply picked up their still sleepy sons...
"Come on, son, daddy will take you to watch the officers fight the Japanese."
"Dad, I'm hungry!" The ignorant child didn't understand anything, but he instinctively shouted that he was hungry.
"When you finish fighting the Japanese, daddy will buy you a cake!" The middle-aged man in the robe held his son in his arms, touched the last silver dollar in his pocket, looked at the dark blue figure not far away, and said resolutely.
Just think of it as an early celebration, I hope they can win this time.
This may also be the most urgent wish of all the people rushing to the river.
Across the river was their home.
But, my home is gone.
This concession is not home.
Their lives have been completely shrouded in darkness, and no one can see hope. Maybe only those dark blues. As long as they don't give up the fight, there is still hope of returning home.
