The lieutenant colonel who was commanding from the front saw more and more soldiers gathering. He waved his command sword and shouted.
A thousand people stood unobstructed downstairs, they were unobstructed targets.
Overhead, grenades flew out from the windows from time to time. I couldn't see where the throwers were, but those guys were really accurate in throwing them.
Especially when these grenades explode, they don't stun more soldiers and kill fewer soldiers than before.
And this kind of grenade with a warhead wrapped in linen is simply...
As long as it explodes in the crowd, it will definitely blow up a large area, and the wound will not form a hole like any shrapnel.
Those wounds were like someone using a knife to make a long gash on the body.
Hearing the commander's call, groups of soldiers once again rushed towards the dark door, which looked like the entrance to hell.
There, the corpses of soldiers wearing blue Marine uniforms had been piled up into a wall. Many Marines were hiding behind the corpses and shooting at unknown places.
In fact, in this case, the soldiers didn't know where to shoot, because the enemy was nowhere to be seen on the smoke-filled battlefield.
As long as they don't enter the gate, the smelly landmines and rifle bullets won't fly out at all.
It was quiet on the first floor, but it was as if everyone in the warehouse on the second floor was dead.
But all the Marines who were driven to the door by the officers knew that they could not enter the door, otherwise they would be dead.
At this moment, the sound of cannons suddenly sounded, like a shot in the arm, giving hope to all the Japanese Marines.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom"
Eight cannon shots were fired in a row, and violent explosions could be seen upstairs from downstairs.
Almost at the same time, the surviving precision rifle shooter on the roof braved the rain of bullets, bent down and trotted to the wooden stairs and shouted to the people downstairs,
"Enemy artillery fire... enemy artillery..."
Blood flowed down his neck and his chin fell like rain.
"Enemy artillery..."
Li Jixian, who commanded the Sheepherd Artillery Team, hunched his head in the bunker of sandbags, holding his head while shouting at the top of his lungs.
On the third and fourth floors, the explosion of artillery shells shook the air, and shrapnel flew out of the building and flew to the other side of the Suzhou River, breaking the glass of several windows there.
"The Japanese are coming..."
"The Japanese used artillery to bomb us..."
The policemen in black coats blew their sirens and ran around the Suzhou River like busy worker ants. Some even reported the news to the senior management of the concession.
The Japanese Marines who gathered under the building finally no longer had to deal with the rain of grenades.
They cheered, held their guns and wanted to rush into the building with enthusiasm.
Unfortunately, as soon as he stepped onto the wall made of corpses, he was hit by a row of twelve bullets, and the fallen soldier slid down from the wall of corpses.
The Marines who were cheering just now were dumbfounded. They were expecting those cannons to attack the first and second floors, otherwise they would not be able to get through such a gate.
"Hide, hide, hide in your respective bunkers, don't run around, the veterans suppress the recruits around you."
As Zhang Sixing's hoarse voice echoed on the first and second floors, the officers in the mixed barracks also shouted in various voices.
The recruits, who were trembling with fear from the sound of artillery, huddled in the corner of the sandbag bunker. The explosion of artillery shells upstairs made their bodies tremble like chaff.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom"
There were eight consecutive cannon shots, and this time the explosion of the shells was mainly concentrated on the first and second floors.
The shock wave pushed the heavy wall filled with grain and sandbags.
Unfortunately, unless a direct hit can blow a big hole in the wall, the shock wave cannot lift those heavy grain walls at all.
However, the grains of various grains became like shrapnel, flying everywhere with the shock wave of the explosion.
The soldiers in the mixed barracks who were hit screamed in pain in Yunnan dialect.
Fortunately, before the war, they made full use of the large number of grain sacks stored in the warehouse and built a large number of double-layered sack bunkers that could accommodate only one or two people. In particular, there was a strict order that the recruits were not allowed to leave their fighting positions at will.
A large amount of dust rushed out from the broken glass windows, and all kinds of debris rushed far away with the dust, falling down like rain.
"These artillery fires are enough for the Chinese soldiers hiding in the warehouse."
"Yeah, those bastards killed a lot of us."
"Get ready, rush in as soon as the shelling stops."
The attack on the first and second floors, or strictly speaking, the bombardment of the second floor, was only carried out once because there were too many marines nearby and a bad shell would fall among them.
At the same time, Japanese Marines from two other groups who had been conducting fire suppression were ordered to launch a charge.
There were no mines or grenades, and they swarmed towards the building with cheers of victory.
"It's over, Sihang Warehouse can no longer be defended."
Looking at the Sihang Warehouse, Yelena pressed her hand on her chest, and her already pale face became even paler at the moment.
The citizens of the nearby concession also hid in their rooms and looked at the Sihang Warehouse that was engulfed in gunpowder smoke.
Feelings of powerlessness, sadness and anger suddenly filled the air.
This was especially true when there wasn't even a single shot fired back in Sihang Warehouse.
From across the river came the Japanese shouts of victory.
A gloomy color enveloped both sides of the Suzhou River, and the fear of being enslaved grew in my heart.
"The Japanese don't dare to enter the concession."
"It is estimated that the Japanese will be afraid of the British obstruction..."
"Bah, bah, bah, bah..."
Hansen Raul straightened up from the artillery bunker, spitting out the dust in his mouth and digging at his ears with his fingers.
It's buzzing and I can't hear anything at all.
But then the Japanese artillery fire stopped, and Hansen Raul was very pleased.
"Thank you to the British, thank you to the concession, thank you to the gas pack..."
The restraint of the Japanese on artillery fire made him extremely happy. But he did not need to restrain himself because he also had two cannons.
At first, he didn't think much of this so-called artillery. According to the standards of the German army, this kind of artillery had a range that was not as good as that of a mortar. It was bullshit.
but now……
"Everyone who is alive, please get up. We also have cannons, or four shots at a time. Those who are alive, put their caps on the cannons, target the enemy's artillery position on the right."
There was a living artilleryman who picked up the "hat" he had prepared and put it on the muzzle of the cannon.
Four grenade warheads with shrapnel added, handles removed, and attached to sack pieces were buckled onto the muzzle of the Type 92-type infantry gun.
The soldier holding the hat seemed to regard the cannon as the groom's official. He put down his hand and looked at it, and even tore the pieces of the sack a few times.
Hansen Raul, who was taking aim personally, waved his hands and shouted, his blue eyes flashing with bloodthirsty desire.
"Start, drive, don't block my aim."
Putting his eyes on the sight, he adjusted the aiming position of the cannon. After finishing, he shouted to the soldier pulling the match rope,