Chapter 82 Even if the wind is not high, it is also a day for arson (please vote! Monthly and recommended votes are required!)
Finally, when the moonlight shines down from the dark clouds again.
A Japanese soldier who had just gotten up from his crawling state accidentally stepped on a tin can that seemed to have been randomly discarded on the ground. The harsh sound of metal friction was like thunder in such a silent night.
The sentries in the building began to scream.
"Everyone, come here quickly!" Nancheng Xinyi did not panic, but quickly called his subordinates who were still on the other side of the trench to come over.
And he pulled out the bastard box and took the dozen or so people before him to run towards the corner of the building without covering up their figures. He even picked up a few sandbags and used them as temporary field fortifications, which was to block the possibility of entering the building.
The meaning of the Chinese army that rushed out.
That is to say, the firepower output of the Nanfang Pistol is too poor, otherwise Nancheng Xinyi would be completely confident to hold off the opponent for more than three minutes with the strength of his own infantry squad.
But that doesn't matter much anymore. Just give them one minute, just one minute, to dig a pit along the wall that can half-bury the explosive package. The nearly 100 kilograms of explosives they carry will definitely be able to form an effective corner in this kind of warehouse.
blasting.
This is the conclusion that Second Major Yin Teng came to after observing for a long time before arriving 30 meters away from the warehouse:
Using the cover of darkness, a bombing squad was dispatched to blast the support point at the angle between the two wings of the solid building, Sihang Warehouse.
This position should be the load-bearing body supporting the wall. Once it is blasted, it will be ten times more terrifying than having a big hole blown out of the wall.
Even if the building does not collapse as a result, the artillery can effectively bombard its interior through this blast hole, and finally completely blow up this part of the building point by point, and also find a clear attack point for the infantry.
Otherwise, facing this giant mutated 'hedgehog' that seems to be covered in thorns, not to mention carrying a turtle shell, the Imperial Army tiger would really feel like it has nowhere to bite.
Three consecutive illumination bombs were fired into the sky, illuminating the thirty-meter area in front of the three sides of the warehouse until it turned white.
The lookout post on the top of the building has the clearest view. They can see a group of Japanese soldiers in black entering the blind spots on both sides, out of their sight. Not only can they not shoot, they can't even find grenades.
to the target.
Because the Sihang Warehouse has an eaves design, they can throw grenades from the roof five or six meters away from the warehouse, but if someone is close to the wall, they can only blow it up blindly.
It could only be a blind explosion, and the sentries dropped the grenades without hesitation, hoping to fool them one by one.
"Yoshi! The warriors are almost successful." Jiro Wakita, who moved his headquarters five hundred meters away from the Sihang Warehouse, saw through the telescope the light of the flare in the dark night, accompanied by the sound of gunfire.
And the explosion of a grenade sounded, not surprising but happy.
The Chinese finally realized that this was a normal reaction, but the lack of heavy machine gun fire and the direction of the flares being thrown near the building were enough for the Japanese commander to accurately judge that both death squads had arrived at the planned location.
"Order the tanks on standby to be ready, and the searchlights to start illuminating the target. As soon as you observe Chinese people trying to rush out of the building, use tank guns to bombard them and push them back!" Jiro Wakiba's eyes were filled with high spirits for the first time.
"I want the Chinese to watch their fortress being blown up and be powerless to do anything!"
The huge aperture shines on the tall and majestic building of Sihang Warehouse.
In the field of vision of the telescopes of several senior Japanese officers who arrived at the forefront of the position, they could see the figures of our own army warriors fighting hard with the defenders. That is, the firepower output of the southern pistol was too weak.
People kept falling in exchanges with the Chinese.
But this did not stop the courage of the Empire's warriors. Some warriors were sweating profusely digging the soil with individual engineer shovels carried on their backs, like a group of marmots that couldn't wait to go home.
"The brain is a good thing! It's just such a pity for Mr. Kosaka..." Yin Tengchuji lamented the importance of his own wisdom while feeling slightly regretful.
A group of people led by Second Lieutenant Xinyi Nancheng were the defeated soldiers of the 1st Infantry Battalion. He didn't feel bad at all how he died, but the person leading the other side was Second Lieutenant Masao Kosaka, a famous warrior of his 3rd Infantry Battalion.
If it weren't for the purpose of expressing his confidence and courage in the decisive battle against the Chinese remnant army in front of His Excellency Colonel, he would have been reluctant to let Second Lieutenant Masao Kosaka, who had killed ten Chinese infantrymen in several hand-to-hand battles, lead the team there.
As a tactical planner, he knew very well that if the explosion failed, it would be fine. There was still some hope of escape, but if the explosion was successful, it would be doomed.
Because the power of the explosion of nearly a hundred kilograms of explosives, not to mention the high temperature generated instantly by the explosion, the air waves formed by the shock wave alone are enough to blow a human body up to a height of more than ten meters like a leaf.
Within a hundred meters, if there is no protection from adequate bunkers, no one can survive.
Even for the Chinese defenders in the building, even if they were protected by a solid building, the shock wave caused by the explosion alone might kill dozens of them alive.
Obviously, no matter how good his warrior is, he cannot run 100 meters in five or six seconds under the gunpoint of the Chinese.
And the current scene has shown that success is in sight, and it also shows that the elites sent are only one step away from death.
However, the slight regret was quickly replaced by joy.
If the explosion is successful, at least half of the credit will be credited to Yin Teng Zhonger.
As for Lord Wakiitajiro, being able to capture the Four Elements Warehouse may give him the opportunity to continue wearing the Colonel's collar badge, but someone must be responsible for the fiasco during the day, and that idiot Toyoda Hide is obviously not qualified for that.
In this case, maybe I will have the opportunity to lead the 36th Infantry Regiment? The Hokkaido fishermen looked at the several snow-white light beams sweeping out from their own position towards the building opposite, and they could not hide it no matter how hard they lowered their eyelids.
of deep ambition.
The next moment, Wakiitajiro's high-spirited spirit and Into Chuuji's ambition were like tofu dripping into brine, gradually solidifying in his pupils.
A torch slowly stretched out from the observation hole on the second floor of the warehouse, and then dropped.
The fire instantly ignited along an area of about five meters along the outer wall of the building, forming a terrifying wall of fire.
The autumn wind in southeastern China is not violent at first, but at this moment, the wind took advantage of the fire and actually rolled up the fire head nearly four to five meters.
"Holy shit!" The old soldier, who was leaning his face up to the lookout hole, was so frightened that he leaned back violently, but it was too late. The flames that rolled up burned his eyebrows completely and smoked his face.
It was pitch black.
At first glance, he looks a bit like Lao Hei over there.
Such a big fire? How much diesel had to be poured by Platoon Leader Tang! The soldiers looked at each other in shock and at the same time looked at Li Jijin, who was usually very careful and had not even scratched his oily skin, and the big black face of Squad Leader Li who had been smoked, and they couldn't help but
I feel like laughing again.
But all the emotions in the pupils of several Japanese commanders seemed to have been burned away by the fire that could be seen without a telescope, leaving only wildly jumping flames.
"Osaka-kun, you really can't come back!" This thought kept echoing in the mind of the stunned Japanese major.
