Although the fighting on the upper floors was lively, the soldiers on the first and second floors were very leisurely. Except for the teenagers who were called to run errands, they ran upstairs and downstairs.
The rest of the people were drinking tea and smoking cigarettes at their fighting positions and continued their work.
That is, some people are constantly making shrapnel and helmet mines, and some people are tying sacks covered with metal sheets to the outside of grenades with thin hemp ropes.
"Everyone, pay attention. The Japanese are approaching from the east and west. Please pay attention."
The busy soldiers in the mixed barracks lowered their heads to look at the shell shells where they were simmering strong tea, and picked up the helmet mines from the side that were soaked in sacks and exuded a heavy smell of feces.
He stuffed it through the hole in front of him that was slightly larger than the helmet, then pulled the rope and quickly lowered it downstairs. When he got to the place where he tied the knot, he stepped on the hemp rope under his feet.
Then he pulled on two thin hemp ropes with both hands. He couldn't tell the difference between his left and right hands, and he deliberately pulled the knotted thin rope on his right hand, which was tied with a white towel.
"I didn't even have to take a sip of my tea... Hey... Bah."
The corner of his mouth with the cigarette in his mouth opened, and a mouthful of thick phlegm was sprayed out of the building, and he cursed the Japanese outside in Guizhou dialect.
"The gangster is so stinky that the oil-stealing woman comes up to chat with her..."
"Guard your place very well, please pay attention and listen to my command."
As the general manager of various defense facilities, Guan Shijie shouted to Lao Yandai for help.
"Captain Yandian, if you are in charge of both ends, you will have to break my legs to pieces. The east side belongs to you."
"I want it."
Knowing that it was time to give his all, old cigarette smoker Li Youtian smoked the cigarette until it made a "squeaking" sound and could no longer smoke. Then he rolled up the cigarette and inserted it into the back of his belt.
Then he inserted the box cannon and ran towards the east side of the building.
There are no windows in the east-west direction of the building, so there are holes similar to shooting holes. However, there are not many long guns on the first floor, and those who can shoot are sent to the third floor to help defend the upstairs.
When old cigarette smoker Li Youtian came to the east side of the second floor, he looked out through a specially drilled observation hole that was only three fingers thick and two feet wide and sloped downward.
A large group of Japanese Marines in blue military uniforms rolled towards the Sihang Warehouse like a flood.
"Master Ge, there are many people here who are the enemies of the beasts who suffered a thousand cuts... They all heard it, so prepare..."
According to the plan, the Marines who rush to the wall of the building, after avoiding the shooting from upstairs, will move along the wall to the north of the building, and then rush into the building from there.
As long as they can entangle the defenders and initiate hand-to-hand combat, the Marines from the front will swarm forward under the cover of artillery fire.
However, what they didn't expect was that shouts suddenly came from a few shooting holes.
"Left, throw..."
"Left left...throw"
With different shouts, grenades flew from the air towards the dense crowd of Marines.
There were actually no more than six grenades thrown from above. Judging from the Japanese Marines' understanding of Chinese army grenades, those grenades were not very powerful.
It has almost no shrapnel and relies solely on the explosion of explosives to damage the enemy.
Therefore, the Japanese Marine Corps ignored the grenades thrown at them, but they just ran a distance of about ten meters and ignored them.
"boom……"
Under the increasingly bright sky, a piece of golden shrapnel suddenly flew out from the black smoke of the explosion.
They are so conspicuous, and so...the small rectangular shrapnel spins quickly when it flies up, and is as sharp as a knife. What's terrible is that these knives are flying everywhere.
Especially if bad luck passes over the body, there will immediately be a big gash with blood gushing out.
Amidst the screams of ghosts and wolves, almost all the Japanese Marines were stunned.
They have fought with the Chinese army, but obviously these grenades are much more powerful than the previous grenades. But why were such good grenades not used before and only now being used?
Little did they know that this was just Zhang Sixing's emergency design to improve the power of the grenade using readily available materials.
After suffering several losses, the Japanese Marines no longer dared to just dodge and ignore the grenade when they found it falling again.
Instead, they would lie down in a group, waiting for the grenades to explode and the shrapnel with strange flight marks to fall to the ground before moving forward.
At this time, there was another shouting sound from upstairs.
"Throw it a little closer. Then try to move two or three steps away. I see a military palace there. Come again..."
The soldiers of the Sheepman Artillery Brigade didn't care who the observer asked them to bomb. They just carefully weighed the grenade and wanted to throw it where the observer wanted it to land.
"You melons, wait two seconds before throwing the grenade..."
Carrying his box cannon, Li Jixian walked from left to right, from downstairs to upstairs, and back again, shouting at the people of the Sheepherd Artillery Team from time to time. After all, wait two seconds before throwing the grenade, and the grenade will explode in the air.
In the past, domestically produced grenades had little power even if they were air-exploded. After all, they were offensive grenades that only relied on explosives and did not have much shrapnel to speak of. But now the shrapnel made of bullet casings is wrapped, and the power is naturally different.
However, the number of grenades each time was not enough to prevent a large number of Japanese troops from approaching. Until a "boom" was heard from downstairs, and then a strong smell of shit floated in the wind, the Japanese troops advancing from the east and west sides were suppressed.
live.
After all, the helmet mines currently contain not only beans, but also a large amount of shrapnel and feces.
"Damn it, it really stinks, you still call this smell the smell of dung..."
Guan Shijie was hurriedly moved away from the observation hole, but it happened that he was in the limelight, and the smell of excrement made people want to vomit.
However, Guan Shijie was delighted when he shot down from the observation hole, because no more than fifteen exploding "helmet mines" fell down, and more than twenty screaming Japanese wounded soldiers fell.
As the wounded soldiers were dragged away, the Japanese Marines then raised their rifles and boldly approached the building.
Immediately afterwards, another "helmet mine" exploded, knocking down not only the Japanese soldiers who had just jumped up to charge, but also the people who came up to drag the injured soldiers.
Although the metal piece made of the bullet case is not large, the flight distance of the thin plate excited by the explosive is often more than 0.5 times that of a projectile of the same weight.
During the Vietnam War, the U.S. military used a type of blade bomb. All the shrapnel were small willow leaf-shaped blades. After the explosion, it was said that someone found those sharp knife-like shrapnel 500 meters away.
In terms of killing speed, the arms dealers during World War II were quite honest.
Soon the wounded Japanese Marines were sent to military doctors.
Looking at the soldiers who were in the worst condition, it looked like they had been stabbed dozens of times with a knife. By the time they were carried to the rescue point, they could basically give up treatment.
Until I found a piece of shrapnel from a soldier who only had a calf injury, I held the military camera and looked at it carefully.
"This is... a fragment made of a bullet shell. The black mark on it is..."
Curious, I brought the shrapnel up to my nose and smelled it. Even after the high temperature, the smell of manure could not be dissipated.