After completing the arrangements of the sharpshooters, Zhang Sixing went to the one thing he was most concerned about, the maintenance progress of the machine gun upstairs.
At the same time, we also brought along Hansen Raul. As a Texas guy who grew up on an American farm, many times when the machines at home broke down, we had to do it ourselves.
Besides, the Germans are still very talented in mechanics.
"Sir, I have only repaired motorcycles at home. Do you really think I can repair machine guns?"
Hansen Raul, who was following Zhang Sixing, also thought about becoming a sniper. Although he couldn't follow Zhang Sixing to the rooftop, he also made a net to cover it with his helmet.
Zhang Sixing, who went upstairs with him with a cigarette in his mouth, asked in German:
"Hansen, you know motorcycles have carburetors, right?"
Shrugging shoulders and flattening mouth,
"Sir, are you asking what the meaning of this is? The carburetor is not a machine gun. I have dismantled it..."
Before he could finish, Zhang Sixing had already answered,
"Look at the soldiers around you. If they weren't on the battlefield, most of them wouldn't even know that motorcycles have carburetors. Many of the teenagers in the military camp have never seen a motorcycle."
Hearing what he said, Hansen Raul fell silent, but he quickly changed the topic,
"But sir, I volunteered to be your orderly, but you not only let me command the battle, but now also let me repair the machine gun. Do you think you can consider giving me a salary increase or something."
I originally wanted to embarrass Zhang Sixing, but unexpectedly, I turned around and was retorted by Zhang Sixing.
"No problem. Didn't you ask me this morning if the Belarusian girl upstairs across the street was singing to me?"
As soon as he heard about the gossip, Hansen Law suddenly became interested, and his blue eyes shone with excitement.
"That's a beautiful Belarusian girl. Sir, you are such a lucky man."
"Yes, I am a lucky man. Not only do I own her, but the broadcasting company where she works also belongs to me."
After saying this, Zhang Sixing turned around and looked at him seriously,
"So my dear Mr. Hansen Raul, I beg you to believe that I can pay. Of course, if you can be a mechanic or an officer, believe that I can pay the salary that a gentleman deserves."
The stunned Hansen Raul repeatedly confirmed that Zhang Sixing was telling the truth, and his heart suddenly became active.
"Sir, of course I am qualified to perform the duties of a mechanic or an officer. Also, I would like to ask you, are you short of manpower?"
At this point, Zhang Sixing's heart moved. The Hansen Raul in front of him was a German and an American at the same time. So, could he do some other business with this product?
"Live well, Mr. Hansen. No matter what business you want to do or find a job for someone, as long as we survive this battle, we can talk about it. Especially if you want to find a job for your beautiful sister..."
This time, Hansen Raul was almost stunned. He opened his mouth wide and looked up and down several times.
"Oh my god, sir, how can you tell fortunes...I'm sorry, sir."
Hansen Raul was overly excited and uttered a curse word without hesitation. After apologizing, he continued to press,
"I have a sister. If you don't think she is a farm girl... I will try to inform her and let her go to the Shanghai Concession..."
Zhang Sixing never expected that Hansen Raul really had a sister.
Anyway, it's like herding two sheep. It's not difficult for a broadcasting company to arrange a chick.
"Okay, you don't have to come and stay in the United States. I think maybe it won't be long before my broadcast company will consider expanding its business to the United States..."
Of course, things are not that simple. Broadcasting companies are bound to expand their business, especially when Zhang Sixing decided that if he himself had not died in the war, he would be willing to be a media tycoon or something in the future.
After all, when people in the Internet age play with media, ten people at this time cannot compare.
For example, it is not difficult to use radio, television (which has just appeared), and telephones to form the first-generation cable network. It is not difficult to build a TV shopping-based product.
Once the American Broadcasting Corporation office is up and running, no one can stop it from buying some chemical raw materials, civilian weapons and equipment, and the like.
Of course, now is not the time to talk about these things. What we need to consider now is how to repair the several damaged Min-24 heavy machine guns.
The Min-24 heavy machine gun, as the main heavy firepower of the National Revolutionary Army, is much better than the Japanese "pheasant neck" and "crooked handle".
As long as they can avoid the Japanese grenades as much as possible, the Japanese Marine Corps will definitely have nightmares if they want to charge the Sihang Warehouse.
While Zhang Sixing and Hansen Raul were busy repairing the machine guns, the Japanese Marine Corps also had lunch and prepared to take action.
Captain Ryo of Funagi is discussing with his subordinates the attack on Sihang Warehouse.
"Sir, I have been observing that warehouse with the artillery scope. The snipers on the roof are the biggest obstacle to our grenades and artillery. If possible..."
In response to this, Colonel Ryo of Funagi nodded and said,
"This time, I will let the infantry assist you. No matter what, we must establish a strong artillery position, but the artillery must be close to the building, and we must pay special attention to the fact that artillery shells must not be fired into the concession."
"Hi"
The army commanding the artillery team bent down and agreed seriously.
"Don't rush into position with your artillery. Wait until the infantry covering fire starts firing."
"Hi"
The artillery commander answered again. Seeing that he completely understood what he meant, Ryo Funagi then turned to his infantry captain and squadron leader and ordered,
"Your grenadiers need to be more concealed and don't charge with the infantry. Their snipers are too many and too powerful. But..."
Looking at the summoned captain and squadron leader, Ryo Funagi continued with a confident expression,
"This time we have gathered three brigades and eight artillery pieces to defeat that annoying building in one fell swoop. Your Majesty the General has ordered that no matter which brigades fail in combat, the officers will be held accountable."
"Hi"
All the officers bent down and responded to the order together.
"Gentlemen, remember to hide yourself during the battle. They have too many snipers. We will start the attack on time at 8:00 as planned. Gentlemen, please!"
Thinking of Xiong Chuanyu's "motivation" to him, Colonel Funagi Ryo bent down and said in a heavy voice.
"I will live up to your entrustment. Sir, please rest assured. Long live His Majesty the Emperor..."
Just as everyone in Sihang Warehouse was preparing for the upcoming battle, suddenly the sparse gunshots from the sharpshooters on the roof suddenly became intensive.
A sharpshooter lay down at the hole in the roof and shouted down,
"Get ready, the Japanese are coming. There are more people coming this time than last time."