On the fire support floor, a large number of machine guns and grenade launchers used suppressive fire to unleash their firepower on the Sihang Warehouse.
However, except for the sniper rifles that occasionally harvested the lives of machine gunners, Sihang Warehouse almost no longer shot at them.
Neither artillery nor rifles will shoot at them anymore.
The Sixing Warehouse is currently struggling against the siege of the Sixing Warehouse by three thousand Japanese soldiers, except for all the sniper firepower.
However, with the fire support of machine guns and artillery, the soldiers of the Japanese Marine Corps braved the rain of grenades and endured heavy casualties before finally approaching the Sihang Warehouse.
But where to go in? It would be absolutely stupid for all three thousand people to rush towards the gate.
The Japanese Marine Corps' attack strategy this time was to besiege on all sides. The attacking soldiers brought explosives and wanted to blow open the walls of the Sixings Building.
However, the wall on the first floor is not easy to get close to, not to mention the rain of grenades overhead.
As long as you enter within ten meters of the building wall, you will hear instructions in Guizhou accent and Northeast accent.
"Hey, spray these turtles to death."
"Hey, spray these idiots to death..."
Then there was a large amount of beans mixed with feces, and shrapnel with a strong stench violently sprayed in their faces.
Especially when it explodes, as long as you get within ten meters, you will immediately be hit by such a stinking mine.
Well, regarding this matter, the Japanese Marine Corps has not come up with a corresponding solution at all.
Almost all soldiers, from officers to down, know that this kind of "crippling maker" mine is every soldier's nightmare.
The stricken Japanese Marines were hit by "helmet dung mines", and almost all of them fell to the ground with screams.
Then a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. Almost countless flashlights suddenly lit up in front of the Japanese Marines.
This strange situation made Zhang Sixing on the roof startled:
Hey, what tricks are these little devils playing? They... they want to deal with Larei's commander.
Just when he wanted to remind the people below to pay attention, the Japanese Marine Corps attacked the artillery position in the distance, but the muzzle flash of the artillery fire and the loud sound of the cannon told him that it was too late.
"Old smoker...Guan Dabeard..."
The explosion sounded violently, and the soldier who had just shoved the helmet mine out of the cave flew backwards as if he had been pushed hard by someone.
"What the hell..."
Guan Shijie was startled when suddenly a scarlet shell exploded in front of his eyes, flames rose, and shrapnel flew...
A two-meter-square hole was opened on the first floor of the east wall. Several teenagers who were lucky enough to survive the explosion were screaming and waving their stumps and struggling.
"Entrust and give to give..."
Not far away, the Japanese Marines who had just been suppressed by helmet mines held their bayonets straight and began to charge feverishly.
They firmly believe that three thousand Marines, a total of three thousand Marines, only need one entrance to annihilate this abominable force, relying on the persistence of the Sihang Warehouse Building and the use of abominable landmines such as "Cripple Maker"
Guy.
We must kill them all, no, not with guns, but with bayonets, and use them to practice bayonets for new recruits.
However, at the entrance of the hole where the smoke was rising, a young man in ragged clothes suddenly appeared with a steel helmet hanging on his chest.
He was missing an arm and a leg, and even his two eyeballs were blown out by the explosion in front of him and hung on his face.
"Dog, dog, Rare, the devil is right in front of your face."
The boy lying down next to him was even worse. All four legs were broken, and the skin and flesh on his face were covered with white bones.
However, he wiped away the blood on his face with his sleeves, and directed his torn throat to the boy standing with one leg against the wall, calling as bright as a trumpet.
"I said that you will be the master of Banban."
The strange voice of the young man who had just changed his voice not long ago, mixed with pain and angry roar, was like a fairy's orienteering technique, causing all the charging Japanese Marines to stop.
Because he was holding a Japanese-style steel helmet on his chest, and he was jumping on one leg at the moment, as if he was impermanent in Chinese legends.
It's just that his clothes are more torn and his limbs are missing.
At this time, the young man who had just called him had all four legs broken. He also picked up a steel helmet thunder with his residual arm, and used his teeth to pull it off to catch the ring of fire. With only his residual limbs left, he simply rolled towards the Japanese on the ground.
"Those who are disabled or seriously injured, just fight with the Japanese. Don't be afraid, don't howl... Leave those with limbs who can take care of your parents."
No matter what other troops are like, this is the rule in the mixed barracks. They all grew up in the same village and know each other well. They know that those who return alive will not care about their parents.
Even so, why would it be a pity to lose one's life?
Take away a flat, take away a bunch...
"Let's go, brothers, we have made a profit..."
The boy, whose legs and feet were not injured, had a steel helmet hanging around his neck and pounced like a leopard on the Japanese Marines' dense forest of bayonets, which looked like blades of grass.
Several bayonets penetrated his body at the same time, and the Japanese Marine who stabbed him stared and roared.
However, blood spurted out of his mouth like a waterfall, and he...he actually had a smile on his face, a terrifying smile on his face.
"I've made a lot of money, I've made a lot of money..."
"boom"
The airwaves from the explosion knocked over the nearest Japanese soldiers. In the frightened eyes of the Japanese soldiers behind them, countless shrapnel seemed to be raining down on them with the cold roar from hell.
In their frightened eyes, they looked at the hole in the wall that had just been exploded, and black shadows that looked like ghosts came out of there without hesitation.
The wounded soldier's desperate attack was not one, but a group. Almost all the seriously injured young men in the mixed soldier camp dragged their bodies and rushed outwards, hoping that their own death would exchange for the lives of their companions.
The Japanese Marines who were in full swing just now were attacked fiercely by the soldiers. One or two of them ran backwards. They even dropped their guns and everything else, just to get as far away from those demons as possible.
Guan Shijie, who was also knocked over by the air wave, wanted to lift it up, but he had no strength, and a numb and tingling pain came from his left arm.
He raised his dizzy head and took a look. His left hand was gone, and only a little flesh was attached to his elbow.
"Sir, it's okay, it's okay, don't panic..."
A soldier from the mixed barracks had a high-pitched Guizhou accent. He tried his best to look at Guan Shijie's wounds with his eyes wide open, tears already welling up in his eyes.
Rolling his eyes indifferently, Guan Shijie pulled out the dagger, gritted his teeth and picked off a bit of flesh on his elbow. The mouth under his beard muttered curses in a Northeastern accent,
"Fuck, all your men are dead, let this girl go to the battlefield and light my cigarette."
As he spoke, he took out a loaded cigarette from his pocket, took a few big puffs, and looked impatiently at the medical soldier who was trying to stop the bleeding.
"Cry, cry like a fool, if you cry again I will kill you."