At this time, Hansen Raul, who had regained his hearing, waved his arms and shouted loudly, and the temporary gunner pulled the match rope fiercely.
The sound of artillery fire echoed in the building, which cheered the soldiers who had just been shelled by the Japanese and were rescuing the wounded.
Hansen Raul is very satisfied with this. As a veteran, it is not difficult to aim artillery. Especially the relatively simple Japanese artillery and the familiar German artillery.
Especially being able to provide cover for his comrades made him even happier.
Thick smoke rose from the Japanese artillery position in the distance, and instead of four explosions, there were twenty explosions in succession.
"Suppress, suppress enemy artillery fire."
The artillery commander huddled in the corner of the sandbag bunker and gave the order, but unfortunately he received the following response from the aimer.
"Sir, their cannons are inside the building. No matter the shelling, muzzle flash or anything else, they can't tell. The only thing they know is that those cannons are on the fifth floor."
The fifth floor, what a painful fifth floor. Cannons were not allowed to fire at all on the fifth floor, except for grenades.
That side is the concession, and if you accidentally hit it with a shell...
"Those cowardly bastards in the military, we shouldn't be stuck fighting in the streets here, we should go south, we should go out in the Pacific to deal with the Yankees."
The gunners are not interested in the strategic disputes between the military services. But when faced with a battle where they cannot attack but the opponent can attack, how should they fight this battle?
"Unless we use a large number of artillery shells to blow down the building, we have no way to suppress the opponent's artillery fire."
It is impossible to blow down the building.
Looking at the Marines pouring into the building like a tide, the commander of the artillery team said dejectedly,
"Fire between the third and fourth floors. Be careful not to hit the other side of the river. The rest... depends on the infantry."
Just at this moment, gunfire rang out again on the fifth floor of the Sihang Warehouse opposite. Then four shells fell into the crowd of charging Japanese marines.
Just like the artillery fire the front artillery team received, one shot caused five explosions. The flying shrapnel was like a sickle harvesting wheat, knocking down a large area of the charging soldiers.
Not only that, the mortars upstairs faced the charging group of Japanese soldiers and almost continuously fired shells.
All Chinese armies, including the 88th Division, have never fought such a rich war.
Anyway, the munitions that the division headquarters put in the warehouse at the beginning would be seized by the Japanese if they could not be taken away. Anyway, while they are still available, they might as well be used by the Japanese.
At this time, without the suppression of artillery, the firepower on the building came back to life. Especially when he found that the opponent would not attack the fifth floor, Xie Jinyuan sent more soldiers upstairs.
Almost two soldiers were in the same shooting position. After one shot, the other was taken up.
Although many of the Japanese machine gunners and grenade launchers in the building opposite were killed by precision riflemen. However, the Japanese, who were well prepared, prepared a large number of veterans who knew how to use machine guns and grenade launchers to fight desperately with the people in the Sihang Warehouse.
confrontation.
As the Japanese reinforcements of the Marine Corps approached the Sihang Warehouse Building, the observer of the Yangtze Artillery Team made a gesture to Li Jixian.
"Get up, get up, let's get up, now it's up to me to watch my nagging, and give those girls a hard beating."
Following his order, the soldiers who had been hiding in the bunkers during the Japanese shelling stood up.
At this time, someone shouted downstairs,
"The sheepherders and artillery team are all up, and they are all ready to beat those little turtles hard."
Following Li Jixian's order, grenades were thrown out of the windows one after another. The observers in front watched closely as their own grenades landed.
Boom boom boom... Among the charging crowd, dense grenades poured down from the sky like basins.
In an instant, there were explosions of fire everywhere, and the explosions were so dense that they were like beans collapsing in a pot, so dense that no one could be heard.
The Japanese Marines who were charging on the ground were densely packed because they were large in number and wanted to achieve maximum impact. Amidst the continuous explosions, the running soldiers flew into the air due to being blown up.
But more people experienced the extraordinary lethality of the Gong grenade for the first time amid flying shrapnel.
Not only that, the observer was still shouting desperately while observing the explosion point of the grenade,
"It's off, it's off, go to the left, air blast, throw it to me."
After receiving the order, the shepherd habitually weighed the grenade in his hand, pulled the fire and counted "one, two" before throwing it out of the window. Not one at a time, but two at a time.
In the blink of an eye, hiding behind half a wall of water, a group of Japanese marines heard two thunderbolts above their heads.
Amidst the roaring explosions, the soldier who was hit in the head by shrapnel staggered out of the smoke.
He held his head in his hands, yelled "Oh God" at the top of his lungs, took two steps and fell to the ground.
This happened not just in one place, but in many cases.
"Grenade, the Chinese also used grenades."
There were Japanese Marines huddled in the corner, shouting at the top of their lungs.
In fact, how could a grenade launcher achieve such a scene? Dozens of shepherds would have to cooperate with observers to achieve it.
For the Japanese, the most disgusting part of this style of play is that the person throwing the grenade on the other side cannot be seen at all.
But they were able to hit the grenade accurately on the heads of the attacking troops.
"Hurry...save them quickly..."
Although he was under strong pressure from his superior, Isamu Kumagawa, Funagi Ryo still yelled unwillingly.
However, the sheepherder artillery team doesn't care about that. As long as the observers in front are still reporting their positions to them, the grenades must hit the target. If they are not accurate, their own sheep will get lost.
"Twenty-five meters, there are a lot of devils, let me explode."
As the observers shouted, they would occasionally quarrel,
"Next door, you're so blind. I've thrown grenades at you. Do you want to take credit for adding two trees?"
The observer next to him was not idle and yelled back.
"If your group of sheepherders is not good enough, if you don't throw them away and don't mend two of them, the devil will run away."
Li Jixian still has a way to deal with this,
"It's no big deal. If you beat me twice, it won't count for both families. I'll beat you separately."
Now the observers all knew that they could not bear the burden of selecting targets one by one, so they became much more cautious.
Seeing all this in Xie Jinyuan's eyes, he had never seen soldiers from any family who could fight happily.
That is really joyful, and you can understand it if you think about it.
When a grenade explodes on the heads of a group of Japanese soldiers, it definitely feels like a sense of accomplishment.
Moreover, both the observers and the shepherds who dropped the bombs launched attacks completely silently on this battlefield filled with smoke and gunshots.
How could I not think of such a good method before?
Thinking of this, you can see that few of the sheepherders wear M35 helmets. Such soldiers are rare among German armorers.
As for the soldiers in charge of the sheep, I'm afraid they have a very good background in an army like the mixed barracks.
"That Zhang Sixing, he is a German, how can he understand these things?"