More than an hour later, the entire Sihang Warehouse stood helplessly in the wind and rain, like an unfortunate person who had no place to hide when it was being hailed, enduring the blows of bullets and grenade launchers.
The flying bullets forced people to bend down when moving, using their arms to block the cement blocks that were often broken by bullets.
"Quickly attack and move quickly, don't just stand there at the shooting hole."
Carrying a rifle, the commander of the third company, Shi Meihao, bent down and shouted loudly behind his soldiers while braving bullets.
"Pfft...dang"
The slender Arisaka bullet has extremely strong penetrating power. It can penetrate the helmet and penetrate the helmet again after passing through the head.
The soldier who was hit fell back as if someone had punched him hard.
"Medical soldier...Medical soldier..."
Company Commander Shi shouted loudly, and a military doctor and a young man from the mixed soldier camp rushed forward. They brought two bamboo poles and ropes to form a single frame, and ran backwards holding the downed soldier.
"A coward can run pretty fast."
If you peek out from the side of the shooting hole, you can see a detachment (squad) of Japanese soldiers in groups of three at the corner of the opposite building, taking turns to shoot upstairs.
"Good boy, there are so many devils..."
This reminded him of what happened when they first besieged the Japanese stronghold.
The roads were unfamiliar, not to mention the dense firepower of the Japanese, and the attacking troops were not familiar with street fighting. As a result...think about the alleyways heading towards the Japanese stronghold, and they looked like the mouths of some monsters.
A squad rushed up and fell, a platoon... a company...
While thinking about this, Shi Meihao pulled the bolt of the gun and slowly stretched out the gun body first.
"Puff puff……"
Three bullets in a row hit near the shooting hole. He ducked, took aim, and shot with skillful movements.
"Ba"
Compared with the 38-meter rifle, he prefers the official rifle, or there are some genuine 98k in the army. The sound of the gun is more powerful, not as "crisp" as the gun sound of the 38-meter gun.
As the gunshot fired, he drew back his rifle and waved to the soldiers behind him.
"Replenish positions, hurry up... I really want to die, raising my head so high... Damn replenishing troops."
Listening to his words, the soldier tightened his legs, bent his neck, and headed to the fighting position.
After cursing, Shi Meihao bent down and ran forward, braving the rain of bullets coming from downstairs.
At this time, a small flat car equipped with a Tingmin Type 24 heavy machine gun was pushed from the side by several military battalions to move the position. There was even a broom tied to the front of the small car to keep it out of the way of the gravel and cement blocks underground.
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Although he was facing gunfire, the boy was lying on the inside while pushing the car, and he still shouted happily,
"Spread harder, I'm full of rice today, no one is allowed..."
Damn, this machine gunner is feeling uncomfortable, but why is that guy named Zhang looking at Min 24 with eyes wide open?
It’s no wonder that Shi Meihao is confused. If anyone has played mg34, who will like other machine guns.
After all, even if the mg42 was upgraded later, it only used stamping technology instead of milling and other processes, and the structure of the gun itself did not change much.
"Press down, suppress the enemy's firepower."
He shouted to the machine gunner on the machine gun.
On the battlefield, in addition to the sound of gunfire that makes people have to shout loudly, shouting is also a way to vent psychological pressure. This is especially true when the firepower is fierce.
In the blink of an eye, the small car filled with sandbags was pushed to the window, and Min-24 started spraying bullets like a shrew's saliva.
If you add a shield, it will be a fixed firepower point...
Before Shi Meihao could finish thinking about it, he just started firing a few bursts of heavy machine gun fire, and there were continuous grenade explosions.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The continuous explosions wrapped dust, shrapnel, and building debris in a large cloud of smoke, and threw them into the building.
"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug..."
The Min-24 machine gun continued to roar tenaciously, which made Shi Meihao feel a little relieved.
But the next moment he saw two soldiers helping a machine gunner get down from the shooting position. A naughty kid came from the machine gun shooting position, shouting and beating in a Yunnan accent,
"Don't worry about me, don't worry about me, pick him up and walk away..."
As soon as he heard the shouting with a Yunnan accent, Shi Meihao was worried that the naughty kid didn't know the power of the Japanese grenade, so he shouted,
However, the next second, the continuous explosions of "boom, boom, boom, boom" were heard from the window.
On the battlefield, Shi Meihao's heart tightened, and he ran a few steps to the flatbed truck with the machine gun, regardless of the choking smoke.
However, he was pleased to see that the young man wearing an English basin helmet was looking up from the sandbag.
"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug..."
It's just that this guy is a bit stupid. If the machine gun fires continuously like this, the bullets will go up to the sky in a while. How can you hold down the trigger and not let go.
He patted the young man from behind who was enjoying the machine gun shooting.
"Idiot, that's not how a machine gun fires. It shoots in twos and threes. That's called burst shooting..."
As he finished speaking, the young man turned his face.
Until he saw the young man's face, Shi Meishao took a breath of air.
The boy's face, which once had red cheeks, rough skin and was smiling because of eating too much rice, was now covered in blood and flesh.
Several pieces of shrapnel hit his young face, and you could even see his teeth that were almost clattering from the cracked face. Blood and saliva were like hanging threads from the broken flesh and blood that had not yet broken away.
Flow down.
Without thinking, Shi Meihao took out his first aid kit.
Of course there is no "morphine" refined like that in Germany, but "sensible" Chinese soldiers often put a few cigarettes containing opium in it.
Not only can it relieve pain, but it can also be used as money when necessary.
However, when he shook off the triangle scarf and tried to bandage the boy's face, several bullets suddenly approached with sharp screams.
Shi Meihao, who was completely unaware, had his helmet pierced by two "dangdang" shots.
He was holding a triangle scarf and stood as if in a daze. He even raised the triangle scarf in his hand to the young man.
Then his tall and strong body fell heavily,
"Woooooooooooo..."
The young man gritted his teeth and turned around, pressed the firing button of the heavy machine gun again, and Min-24 fired again.
This time, the sound of the gunshot was just like what Shi Meishao had hoped for, "chuuk tug...chu tug tug...chu tug..." like a song with a distinct rhythm.
The bullets and grenades were still dense, but some of them combined with the gunshots and shouts on the building turned into the most majestic song of this era.
Although the Japanese Marines were still outnumbered, although their guns were still sharp.
So what, when the country is in crisis, a hero will emerge from the youth, and a hero will rise from the crooked alleys. How can a small country be able to shake a tree like a fly?