The Japanese army carrying explosive bags had used several explosive bags to blast a three-meter-wide gap in the thick wall.
After several Japanese soldiers threw several grenades into the warehouse and exploded, the Japanese soldiers who were still suffering from the grenades thrown from upstairs rushed in impatiently.
Through the telescope, seeing nearly a hundred of his own soldiers successfully blasting and entering quickly, Toyoda was not as ecstatic as he imagined.
From a commander's point of view, he certainly hopes that the war will go as smoothly as possible, but from a soldier's point of view, he feels that this round of attack is going too smoothly.
It went smoothly, as if the opposing commander was a super idiot.
Even if one's side has killed the opponent's big killer, even if one's side has four tanks, the other side shouldn't let its forwards rush into the building so easily!
You know, before the battle started, he had actually made plans to use that idiot Kurokawa Orizo and his men as cannon fodder.
The hope of victory actually rests on the two infantry squadrons that followed, okay?
But why did the cannon fodder become a sharp knife that pierced the enemy's heart?
This is like a duel between two martial arts masters. One of them has already thought of several countermeasures. When he throws out a head-on punch, he is already ready to lift his vaginal leg. Who knows that the other party is such a bad guy, just that punch
He hit the opponent with a face full of peach blossoms.
Then, the martial arts master who had gained the upper hand was still feeling a little guilty.
Could it be that Baga’s opponent is planning to spit blood on my face!
Perhaps, it was at the moment when nearly 400 people from two infantry squadrons had entered the 200-meter distance from the front of the warehouse, and even began to no longer walk forward, but took long strides to speed up, that the Japanese major, who felt a little guilty, finally regained his confidence.
A little more at ease.
No matter what the Chinese commander's plan is, as long as the 100th person rushing in is not 100 pigs, they can always hold on until the main force follows up!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A familiar muffled sound echoed across the battlefield.
The Japanese army major who had just put his mind at ease suddenly broke out in a white-haired sweat.
Lifting the telescope, two brilliant sparks appeared in his field of vision.
Not only were the Chinese machine guns not killed in the previous round of "alerting the enemy", Baga's machine guns even had an extra one.
But this is not the real reason to give Toyota a chill down his spine.
Why have the Chinese been so patient until now before they come up with their trump card?
What are they waiting for?
Waiting for a tank?
Didn’t there already be two Type 89 and Type 94 vehicles before?
Doesn't that satisfy their appetite?
A series of question marks appeared in the mind of the Japanese Army Major, almost confusing the Japanese Army Major himself, who had a very good mind.
But soon, he knew the answer.
Two machine guns emerged from the roof of the building at this time, and the main target to be hit was naturally not the infantry.
Even if one shell takes away two people, it will still be unstoppable to the 400 Japanese infantry who have increased their speed and are about to enter the stage of full charge.
The target of the two machine guns can only be tanks.
It's just that it's different from what the Japanese imagine.
The first tanks to be attacked by machine guns were not the four tanks closest to the warehouse, but the two Type 89s that rushed out of a residential building in the distance.
Perhaps because they were too relaxed, the two Type 89 B tanks drove at the speed of a small sports car. In just one minute, the two 12.7-ton steel behemoths ran 200 meters faster, but they were faster than those with short legs.
The Japanese infantrymen ran much faster.
The two machine guns aimed at one of the tanks without distracting the bombardment. The sun flag on the roof of the tank looked so cool!
That would be as conspicuous as wearing bright silver armor and riding a white horse in a cavalry battle.
"Dang Dang", the machine gun that had fired several rounds in succession, finally hit the tank's relatively thick front armor, but it did not hit the front, but the round side of the turret.
Then, the cannonball was bounced off by the rounded corners like a steel helmet, leaving a long bullet mark and a dazzling flash of fire.
They didn't do anything to the tanks, but they almost scared the shit out of the Japanese infantrymen who were accompanying them at the rear.
Most of the people present were veterans. They knew very well that although these shells did little damage to the tank, the fact that they could hit the target proved that the Chinese shooters had adjusted their sights accurately. God knows at that moment, they were still so majestic.
The 89 tank will be turned into a big torch.
If they stayed behind, they might be implicated in the explosion of explosives in the exploded tank at any time.
Without waiting for the squadron leader's military order to be issued, under the loud orders of the sergeant leading the team, the two small teams following the targeted tank dispersed and hid in the ruins they thought were safe.
The scumbag infantry-tank cooperation training of the Japanese army was exposed at this moment. The armored soldiers, who thought they were awesome, looked down on the rubbish infantry. However, the rubbish infantry were basically no brainer in abandoning the tanks at the moment of danger, and their physical reactions were extremely honest.
Of course, compared to the several tank crews in the tank who were hit, the Japanese infantry were at most afraid of the catastrophic consequences, and the only ones who kept MMP in their hearts were the people in the tank.
They are not afraid, but confused.
It’s not that the Chinese don’t respect martial ethics, it’s that they don’t respect martial ethics so much. All the promised machine guns were killed, so why is it that Mao is not only still alive but also has an extra one?
To use an analogy, a wretched short-legged man marries a wife who is as beautiful as a golden lotus. The most fearful thing is to be cuckolded, and then what! The wife vows to tell the short-legged man that you are overthinking, and I actually like her.
She is a woman, are short-legged men particularly happy?
However, the happy short-legged man came back from abroad one day, only to find that there was another man on the bed, no, there were two men. What do you think he was feeling?
The most terrible thing is that these two 'adulterers' are also armed with knives, such as nine-ring machetes, Qinglong Yanyue knives...
What kind of mood is this?
I'm afraid only Major Tokugawa can tell you what it's like to change your mood from heaven to hell.
It's a pity that I don't have a chance.
"Reverse! Reverse!" The Japanese major officer frantically slapped the tank driver in front on the shoulder.
Yes, that's it. There are no radios installed in the Japanese tanks. Not to mention communicating with the outside world, even inside the tanks, they have to rely on the "punching and kicking" method. This is a unique communication method of the Japanese armored soldiers.
By talking? Are you overthinking it? No one can hear you clearly amidst the huge roar of the diesel engine. Is it possible that the driver has to look back at the mouth shape of his captain in the middle of his busy schedule, just by guessing?
The decision to reverse the vehicle was naturally correct. It was already too late to fire back, and the opponent was on the roof of the building. By accident, the shells went over the roof and hit the concession area. Even before entering the battlefield, the Japanese military commanders at all levels had strictly prohibited the use of direct fire from the front.
Shooting upward and horizontally at the warehouse building is the limit.
Furthermore, the thickest armor on a tank is the frontal armor. If 17mm of armor is not enough to make people feel at ease, how about the 12mm of rear armor?
The 89 tanks with small flags were reversing crazily. A group of Japanese infantry who had dodged in time were cursing MMP in their hearts. They were lucky that they hid quickly, otherwise those bastards would have reversed without hesitation and crushed me into a meat floss?
Baga, why don't you die? At least more than half of the Japanese infantry were cursing deep in their hearts.
Then, their expectations came true.
Lei Xiong had already lifted the two machine guns to the already set gun emplacements on the roof when the Japanese forward infantry entered a distance of 40 meters.
It took a full minute just to aim at the two 89 tanks that were rushing towards me from afar. Now I adjusted the sights by test firing. Would that make them run away?
Within ten seconds, the two machine guns fired five shells each in one go.
