A series of explosions started from the Sihang Warehouse and extended to a place 250 to 300 meters away.
The little Japanese infantry and armored vehicles were all drowned in a sea of fire.
At this moment, the soldiers went crazy and threw grenades down as if they were free. The Japanese infantry had no time to react and were blown away one by one.
As a result, the little devil's tank also stopped. Under the hail-like bombardment of grenades, the little devils in the car almost turned into concussed pigs.
Their minds were buzzing with the shock of the explosion and the splash of shrapnel. Even if the little devil huddled in his shell, he felt extremely panicked.
They even felt that it was no longer safe inside the tank. If the explosion continued like this, even if they were carrying turtle shells, it would not work.
"Baga, how many grenades do the Chinese have?"
A little Japanese tank soldier said in horror.
The other kid was smarter and suddenly remembered that the entire Guards regiment had been wiped out. All those grenades were gathered together. How many were there?
Thinking of this, the little devils in the car had an urge to die. This was even more terrifying than being shot by an enemy's heavy machine gun.
Burst by the enemy's heavy machine gun, at least within a few seconds, they were back to see their Amaterasu.
But hiding in the car at this time, although the shrapnel of the grenade cannot penetrate the steel plate, it is scary.
Some grenades even exploded on the top of their bodies, as if someone was smashing the tank with a 100-pound sledgehammer.
The powerful vibration force caused the entire tank to shake continuously. Various parts in the vehicle made rattling and squeaking sounds.
Especially the ammunition magazine opened by the little devil kept opening and closing during the explosion, making clanking and clanging sounds. It was as if the shells inside might explode at any time.
"Baga, I can't stand it anymore, I want to go out."
A Japanese soldier finally collapsed and frantically tried to escape from the tank.
"Ozawa-kun, calm down, you must calm down!"
Another Japs caught him, hugged him tightly and dragged him back. Otherwise, once the hatch was opened, they would all probably die.
They hugged each other and shivered. But fortunately, they were still alive.
But there were eleven tanks and sixty or seventy Japanese infantrymen about 150 meters away from them, but they were not so lucky. They were being attacked by Sun Shiyu's fierce shelling.
Thirty-three rounds of rapid fire are enough for a little devil to drink a pot.
Amidst the explosion, the screams of little devils and the explosion of tanks were heard constantly.
A 60mm caliber mortar shell is enough to destroy any of the Japanese light tanks.
After the tank was hit by a mortar shell, it began to burst into flames, and a violent explosion occurred a moment later.
Two hundred meters away, flames shot into the sky. Eleven Japanese chariots and sixty or seventy Japanese soldiers were all drowned in the hysterical howls.
"Fight back! Start now!"
Dragon Boat Festival roared loudly, standing on that anti-aircraft gun.
His roar spread from the roof of Sihang Warehouse to the third floor, second floor, and even the first floor of Sihang Warehouse.
Shangguan Zhibiao was extremely excited when he heard the roar of the Dragon Boat Festival!
He could finally avenge Wan Liguo and those dead soldiers.
It can also be said that he has been waiting for this moment, and his heart was almost overwhelmed by the sacrifice of his comrades and the arrogance of the little devil.
He pulled out the pistol from his waist and roared loudly: "Brothers! Go ahead! Blow up the little devil's tank for me."
"kill!"
The soldiers roared then.
Like Shangguan Zhibiao, they saw the fall of their comrades one by one and the incomparable bombardment of the little Japanese, and felt extremely sad and angry in their hearts.
They are like volcanoes about to erupt.
They roared like tigers and wolves, and rushed out of the Sihang Warehouse like a rolling wave, rushing towards the little devil's chariot.
Amidst the soldiers' shouts of killing, the Japanese in the car felt as if they had been awakened from a nightmare.
They panicked and looked out through the machine gun holes. They were suddenly startled and broke into cold sweats.
The Chinese were coming. Some of them were carrying explosives, and some of them had grenades strapped all over their bodies.
This is a group of lunatics! They can't even imagine what kind of people they are fighting.
"Back off! Back off!"
The Japanese driver shouted hysterically and ordered the driver to reverse the vehicle.
The driver was in a hurry, but he finally shifted into reverse gear, and the tank started moving quickly.
And at the same time, the machine gunners in the tanks aimed at the soldiers who rushed out of the Sihang Warehouse and fired wildly.
Chug tug tug! tug tug tug!......
Bullets came like raindrops, and the two dozen soldiers at the front were shot one after another.
The bodies of the soldiers were shot through, and the bullet holes in some of them were as big as goose eggs.
One of the soldiers vomited blood and got up from the ground, but was shot again by the Japs.
The soldier was shot in at least seven or eight places. If an ordinary person had been hit by seven or eight machine gun bullets, even if he was not dead at the time, he would probably not be able to move.
But this soldier relied on his tenacious willpower to crawl forward with difficulty. In one of his hands, he was dragging a bundle of grenades.
"Liu Fang!"
The soldiers hiding in the trenches behind them to avoid enemy machine gun fire shouted loudly.
However, unexpectedly, at this moment, more soldiers who had been shot and knocked down were getting up again one by one.
"Brothers are all hidden, let's blow up the tanks!"
One, two, three,...seven, eight,...thirteen soldiers who were shot but not dead and covered in blood got up from the ground again.
They loudly warned their comrades to hide.
But they once again braved the enemy's bullets and rushed forward!
They ran with all their strength, and the explosive bag in their hands was pulled on the fuse. The safety tabs of all the grenades tied to their bodies were torn off!
At this moment, the smoke of gunpowder obscured their bodies. In the eyes of their comrades, their figures gradually became blurred, but they became extremely tall.
At this time, the sounds of swallowing, crying, and anger intertwined into a swan song of war!
"Brothers! Have a good journey!"
Shangguan Zhibiao roared loudly and saluted the soldiers who rushed towards the Japanese chariot.
At this moment, all the soldiers of the independent battalion, the new battalion, the first battalion, and the second battalion all salute and pay the highest respect to their comrades and their heroes!
Boom!
Huge explosions followed one after another, and the two little Japanese tanks were blown to pieces in this violent explosion! ...