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Chapter Thirty-ninth Crisis Appears

It was also a hole in the floor, but it was wider to have a better field of vision. The battlefield was not viewed directly, but directly reflected by a mirror. This was because the commander was worried about being shot.

Seeing that this arrangement was obviously for Guan Shijie to direct here, why did he give the hole to himself? Xie Jinyuan asked strangely,

"You don't want to give orders?"

The bearded Guan Shijie complained in a Northeastern accent,

"Commander is nothing. Commander Zhang has already thought about how to play each battle position. As long as you don't make mistakes when doing things, there won't be any big problems. You just watch here. If you're happy, take a shot. I'll go and look around."

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After that, he ran to the teams who were about to shoot at the door and shouted in Northeastern dialect,

"The gun sticks out of the hole. If you meet someone, don't be too stupid. You are the only place on the second floor where you are the most vulnerable to being shot. There are sandbags blocking the way, and those with high points will definitely not be able to get hit. Don't be a coward."

No longer caring about anything else, Xie Jinyuan looked in the mirror, where Japanese Marines soon appeared.

Sure enough, just as Yang Furui simulated at the beginning, before rushing in, the team hid behind the two walls beside the door and peered in with a sly eye.

Then the leading soldier waved his hand, and a large group of Japanese Marines poured in together.

From Xie Jinyuan's perspective, the battlefield had almost no secrets, but in the eyes of the Japanese Marines, the first floor hall of this warehouse was simply extremely mysterious.

As the "earth sword" made of steel helmets exploded, a large number of soybeans and shell casings were "sprayed" at the Japanese soldiers in front of the front door.

The principle of the helmet mine or "earth sword" is similar to that of water. Under a sudden increase in pressure, water will flow to the place with the least resistance.

Of course, the steel helmet was stronger than the sack covered with soybeans. The force of the explosion easily tore open the sack and "squirted" the soybeans and bullet casings forward.

The Japanese soldiers who had just rushed through the door with their guns pointed were covered in the face by being "sprayed". There were almost countless soybeans, which were like bullets at such a close range, easily piercing their clothes and skin.

Especially the dense beans, which simply beat many people blind.

But the lethality of soybeans is not very high. Unless it is close to a fatal place, there is little hope of killing someone.

A group of bloody soldiers covered their heads and faces, tearing their throats and screaming in agony.

The members of the Japanese navy team approaching from behind also did not have many commanders to direct them. Seeing the situation in front of them, they slowed down one by one. The smart ones rushed up to rescue the wounded and led him to retreat backwards.

No one gave them any trouble, and all the attacks from the soldiers upstairs were directed at the approaching attackers.

The first batch of wounded people supported each other and retreated. Then more soldiers came and almost continuous gunfire sounded from the ceiling of the building.

There were no shooters behind the wall in front of the gate, only helmet mines that were constantly being pushed out.

The Japanese soldier he saw was preparing to raise his gun and shoot, but he didn't know that a long pole suddenly fell over his head, with a steel helmet on top.

A soldier who had been hit by a landmine for the first time pointed to his head and yelled,

"There, there, the mines..."

The new influx of Marines who had never suffered a loss didn't know if they were hysterical, so they pointed at the sky and yelled about landmines.

However, almost at the same time, there was a loud bang above the head, followed by bullet casings raining down on the sky.

Not only that, as soon as the people in the group on the left above the door finished "spraying", another pole was stretched out on the right, and another helmet thunder exploded.

Looking at the situation, Xie Jinyuan couldn't help but think of Zhang Sixing's words, "No one in this world knows the art of building defense better than me."

If nothing else, if you just want to enter his gate, you have to be able to withstand this helmet mine.

There were beans in there, especially if there were iron nails, no one who entered the door would survive.

As more Japanese soldiers poured in from the warehouse gate, the people behind the front wall opened fire. They had no place to observe, so they only stretched their guns through the smallest gap between the grain bags.

There is no need to aim at all, because the distance from the enemy is less than ten meters. The rifle is held roughly straight, and it is not easy to miss.

But someone did miss it, and the bullet flew up to the wall above the gate, where the man who placed the helmet mine was already cursing with a Guizhou accent.

"You silly boy behind the wall, what are you going to do? Shoot me at my end. Lower the muzzle of the gun, it'll be nice."

At first, the Japanese Marines tried their best to pull their fallen comrades away from the circle of fire. However, with more casualties, the numbered circle on the ground was overwhelmed by corpses, but it was already crowded with Japanese soldiers.

No matter which direction the soldiers are shooting at, they almost don't need to aim, they just stretch their guns and draw fire.

Whenever the place is overcrowded, a helmet will be stuffed out of nowhere.

They were carried with grain bags behind them and faced the Japanese soldiers coming in while covered with linen. After a delay of a few seconds, there was another spray.

Continuous attacks were launched from multiple directions, and Japan, which could no longer bear the "spray", quickly retreated.

When they realized that the gate was inaccessible, they began to think about building a wall.

But before they even got close to the wall, someone threw a steel helmet out. The frightened Japanese Marines immediately retreated hastily.

Helmet mines are more worrying than grenades. The effective damage of grenades is only about ten meters, but there is no safety within thirty meters of the direction of the helmet mines.

Although the Japanese soldiers did not understand the power of helmet mines, they dropped dozens of corpses on the way there, and the corpses piled up directly at the gate.

However, Zhang Sixing, who was on the roof, still saw the crisis.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if the other party drove the tank directly to the gate and blasted into the building.

Maybe the thick cement wall can block the beetle tank, but those grain stacks may not be able to block the tank's shelling or impact.

Once the maze wall is broken, the mixed barracks are no match for the influx of Japanese marines.

From the top of the building, I watched the Japanese Marines pouring in from all directions. It was clearly an attack force of more than 2,000 people from two brigades, and I was extremely surprised.

Damn it, this is not right, the little devils are crazy, there are so many people coming to the big Sihang Warehouse.

Of course he couldn't imagine the reason. It was entirely because of him that the Japanese Marines' siege on Sihang Warehouse was so violent.

I originally thought that since I had gathered more than 300 miscellaneous soldiers, plus a German weapons battalion at Sihang Warehouse, this battle should be easier.

But he never expected that General Xiong Chuanyong personally gave the order not to spare a single soldier in Sihang Warehouse.

This time, two thousand Marines were dispatched at once to capture all the defenders of Sihang Warehouse.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhang Sixing moved towards the ladder and shouted downstairs,

"Another group of sharpshooters."

Following his roar, the five soldiers rushed up to the top floor again.

"Don't show your head, only hit officers and gunners..."

When the group of people went up, he held the sides of the ladder with his hands and feet, and shouted "Shoo!" with his eyes wide open.

"The twenty-millimeter anti-aircraft machine gun, where is the anti-aircraft machine gun?"


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