On the street of Yixian Road.

The Japanese's 12 Type 92 infantry guns arrived at the designated position.

Seeing that the squadrons had withdrawn from the house where Liang Shanhao was hiding, the captain of the 47th Wing shouted at the top of his voice: "Yo Xi, pull up the Type 92 infantry artillery to me, aim it at this house and blast it to death."

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Four Type 92 infantrymen aimed at the building where Liang Shanhao and Zhou Weiguo were hiding.

The Type 92 Infantry Artillery is an excellent infantry support weapon. When dealing with infantry groups, it is a direct-firing artillery. When dealing with buildings such as bunkers and fortifications, it is a direct-aiming artillery.

The Type 92 infantry gun is very effective against fortifications and has good damage effects on buildings.

Seeing the barrel of the Type 92 infantry gun being aimed, the captain of the 47th Regiment shouted: "Fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Along with the powerful recoil, four Type 92 infantry cannons fired one high-explosive shell at each building.

The shells exploded in the building, causing clouds of red light to break. The entire building was filled with smoke and flames.

With a proud look on his face, the captain of the 47th Wing continued to shout: "If you bomb me again, I will blow up this house!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four Type 92 infantry cannons roared again.

The sound of explosions became louder and louder, and the building in front of me was crumbling.

…

In a room on the third floor, the table, wardrobe, bed and other furniture were blown to pieces, and only half of a Ming Dynasty flower-and-bird painting was burned.

Wang Daniu pushed away the table that was pressing on him and cheered up, shouting: "Tuanzuo, Tuanzuo, wake up, are you okay?"

After shaking off the dust on his helmet, Liang Shanhao took a long time to regain his composure: "Daniu, how many brothers do we have left?"

Shaking his head slightly, Wang Daniu shouted sadly: "All the high-rise fortifications were bombarded by the little devils. I'm afraid they won't survive!"

While he was talking, two more Type 92 infantry cannon shells suddenly fired!

Rumble!

The dust on the ceiling immediately fell down and hit the helmets of the two of them.

Waves of smoke and dust rose again in the room.

After pondering for a moment, Liang Shanhao, who was cleaning up the sediment, asked: "Where is Commander Zhou? How are they?"

He also spit on the ground to clean up the sand. Wang Daniu shook his head and said: "We were knocked unconscious just now, so I guess they won't be much better!"

After struggling to stand up, Liang Shanhao shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go! Let's go to the second floor!"

…

He saw that the whole building was in a mess, with fire everywhere.

The commander of the wing commander felt that after this shelling, there should be no Chinese soldiers with any signs of life inside.

Artillery is actually the god of war.

Under such close range artillery fire, no one could survive, and even if they did, they would be disabled.

Pointing the command knife forward in his hand, the commander of the wing commander roared: "Squadron 1, search the building! Don't let anyone live!"

The captain of the first squadron nodded heavily: "Hai!"

After saying that, the captain of the first squadron led dozens of Japanese soldiers toward the door of the building!

Seeing dozens of imperial soldiers filing in from the door of the building, a sneer appeared on the corner of the commander's mouth.

The fighting will of this remnant Chinese army was indeed not inferior to that of the Imperial soldiers. When the defeat in Nanjing was certain, this remnant army not only killed and injured hundreds of Imperial soldiers, but what was even more terrifying was that they destroyed an entire squadron of tanks.

This is simply a great shame and humiliation for the Sixth Division.

Honor is the life of imperial soldiers, how can it be trampled by the remnants of China?

The captain of the 47th Regiment will restore the honor of the shattered Imperial soldiers and avenge the Sixth Division today!

Today it is time for this group of remnant Chinese troops to end their military careers. The commander of the regiment wants to avenge the shattered imperial soldiers!

No one can be left alive in the building!

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Second floor stairwell.

Zhou Weiguo's Type 38 anti-aircraft gun had been destroyed, and various types of parts were scattered on the ground.

Xu Hu's face was cut open, and although Zhou Weiguo was not injured, his head was knocked dizzy by the air wave.

Holding back the pain on his face, Xu Hu shouted: "Team leader, this anti-aircraft gun was blown up by the little Japs. It seems that this battle cannot continue!"

Looking at the corpse of a remnant soldier nearby, Zhou Weiguo shouted: "Huzi, grab your weapons! Get ready to retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Japs down the corridor began to attack, and several smoking pumpkin grenades were thrown up along the corridor!

Rumble, rumble!

Balls of red fire suddenly burst out at the entrance of the stairs, and fragments flew everywhere!

Fortunately, Xu Hu and Zhou Weiguo were both veterans of the battlefield, and their long-term battlefield instincts made them fall to the ground as soon as the grenades came flying.

Although the shrapnel scratched the combat uniform, fortunately, no fatal injuries were suffered.

It is also impolite to come and go without reciprocating.

After unscrewing an M24 wooden handle grenade, Zhou Weiguo showed a trace of seriousness on his face and shouted: "Huzi, give the little devil a gift in return!"

Nodding towards Zhou Weiguo, Xu Hu responded: "It is necessary!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two smoking M24 wooden handle grenades rolled down the stairs.

The timing of throwing these two grenades was perfect. They exploded as soon as they rolled to the kid's feet, giving the kid no chance to counter-throw.

Rumble!

The kid in the corridor was blown over a large area.

But soon, the little devil's crooked light machine gun fired suppressive fire at the stairs.

Rub rub rub rub!

Rub rub rub rub!

Rub rub rub rub!

Amid intensive covering fire, two Japanese soldiers came up the stairs.

Xu Hu shouted: "Tuanzu, the Japanese are surrounding us! What should we do?"

After loading a magazine into the loading port of the MP40 submachine gun, Zhou Weiguo shouted: "Wait until the little devil's machine gun is reloaded before firing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two veterans were already rushing towards the stairs with bayonets drawn.

His face suddenly darkened, Xu Hu raised his MP40 submachine gun and fired a long series of bullets at the Japanese veteran who was very close at hand.

A Japanese veteran was immediately beaten into a hornet's nest. But more Japanese soldiers rushed up with Type 38 rifles. Xu Hu could only continue to kill with his MP40 submachine gun, unable to free his hands to protect Zhou Weiguo!

At the same time, another Japanese veteran who broke into the second floor was already struggling with Zhou Weiguo.

This Japs appears to be a veteran with ten years of military experience, and he is very good at hand-to-hand combat!

The Japanese veteran suddenly turned over and pinned Zhou Weiguo underneath him.

Two big, calloused hands strangled Zhou Weiguo's neck.

Zhou Weiguo suddenly blushed and used all his strength to ride on the Japanese veteran again.

With one hand free, Zhou Weiguo suddenly pulled out a Dezao 20-ring from his waist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive rounds of bullets left visible bullet marks on the wall, and one of the bullets also hit Xu Hu's right arm.

Damn it!

The old devil was so powerful that Zhou Weiguo missed the target in no time!

Zhou Weiguo's three shots not only missed the old Japanese, but also accidentally injured Xu Hu.

Xu Hu endured the pain and continued to rain down bullets on the dozen or so little Japs under the stairs.

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Weiguo pointed his deflected gun at the Japanese again.

In the flash of lightning, the Japanese veteran suddenly turned against the enemy and actually snatched the German-made 20-shot pistol from Zhou Weiguo's hand.

Seeing the Japanese veteran slowly pointing the gun at his own neck, Zhou Weiguo shouted: "Tiger..."

Rub rub rub rub!

At this time, Huzi's leg was also shot, leaving only one left hand that could shoot.

With one left hand, he continued to raise his submachine gun and shoot towards the stairs. Xu Hu shouted in shock: "Tuan Zuo!"

Xu Hu suddenly raised the MP40 submachine gun in his left hand, pointed it at the Japanese soldier, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da!

However, Xu Hu's left hand could not control the submachine gun well. The muzzle of the MP40 submachine gun was raised, and the bullet hit the wall again.

Obviously, the Japs veteran didn't have a single hair injured.
Chapter completed!