The attacking Japanese Marines below stared nervously at the Sihang Warehouse.
Fifteen minutes ago, the three buildings that served as their fire support were blown up for no reason.
The frontline command troops were destroyed, and all three Japanese Marine Corps groups in the frontline attack lost their command.
Almost all the heavy machine guns and grenade fire support bases of the three brigades were destroyed along with the building during the blasting.
Also destroyed were nearby artillery positions and an unknown number of snipers.
Currently, the Japanese Marines on the eastern front are afraid that more wounded and fearless soldiers will emerge from the hole in the wall that was blown out, and they will run away under such a blow.
The attack from the west didn't have much hope.
They had almost no support from artillery and firepower, and they had to face the terrifying stench of mines made of steel helmets. Even if they had not broken up, they were probably retreating quietly now.
Only the Japanese Marine Corps, which is mainly attacking from the front, is neither fighting nor retreating at this moment.
Facing the firepower of Sihang Warehouse, attacking would be like seeking death. Asking people at Sihang Warehouse if they are willing to retreat.
The soldiers in that warehouse were hateful, ferocious, and frighteningly cunning.
What frightened them even more was that the other side had so many grenades from who knows where, and they threw them very accurately and all of them exploded. You must know that grenades that explode in the air are not something that just any ordinary soldier can do casually.
The thing that frightens them is happening right now,
"Bo"
A flare exploded in the sky, and then a group of grenades flew out of the Sihang Warehouse like birds.
"Grenade...Grenade..."
The fear in my heart was released with fear-filled shouts in Japanese.
These grenades wrapped in torn sacks are a hundred times more terrifying than the Gong grenades originally equipped by the Chinese army.
The Japanese Marines lying underground felt desperate.
In the past, when faced with grenade attacks from the Chinese army, you only had to lie down. Unless you were very unlucky and a grenade fell next to you, you would not be harmed at all.
But now, those guys are killing people like death's scythe, which will blow up everything when it explodes. What's especially aggrieved is that there is no place to hide on the hard concrete floor.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
A series of explosions sounded, followed by howls of misery, and shrapnel flying in the air fell like hail.
At this time, the originally bright flare in the sky was suddenly hit by something.
A moment of light immediately turned into a shower of small sparks scattered everywhere like fireworks.
The light was lost, and a group of devil-like black shadows were quietly moving at the gate of Sihang Warehouse.
While the soldiers of the Japanese Marine Corps were frightened in the darkness, the sound of machine guns on the Sihang Warehouse building continued like beans falling in a dry pot.
“Tu tu tu tu tu…”
"嗄嗄嗄嗄..."
I don't know how many Czech and Min 24 Marks suddenly roared together like a group of angry people.
Pieces of red ballistic missiles fell into the group of Japanese Marines who were trapped and unable to advance or retreat due to supporting fire.
The Japanese Marines who had just been hit by a grenade were forced to face a barrage of bullets in the dark before they had time to take care of the wounded.
Fortunately, the attack was very short. It probably only penetrated thirty rounds of magazines of the Czech machine gun, and the firing of the light machine gun stopped immediately.
But this was not the final blow to them, because a majestic roar like a war song came from the door of the warehouse,
"Kill...kill the Japanese..."
As a professional special operations personnel, Zhang Sixing has always believed that you should not shout when charging.
However, this is the battlefield of World War II, especially when the opponent's soldiers are about to collapse, such a shouting charge will bring endless pressure to the opponent.
Different dialects with different accents shout out the same word "kill".
Different dialects with different accents shouted the same word "kill the devil".
He said he was not afraid, but the Japanese marines who had just suffered from air-explosion grenades and intensive machine gun fire were not afraid.
"escape……"
Someone shouted loudly, and then someone ran away desperately.
But someone still shouted in the darkness,
"Don't mess around. I'm an officer. All obey my orders and prepare for hand-to-hand combat."
The Marines, who were hiding underground to avoid machine gun bullets and were a little restless because of the Japanese word "escape", suddenly heard the officer's voice. The long training made them feel calmer.
Hand-to-hand combat is the best. Chinese soldiers are not good at stabbing. Even a few people can't deal with a single Japanese soldier. This is their pride.
A large group of Japanese Marines who were lying underground stood up and stepped on the bodies of their injured comrades. The thrilling sound of hand-to-hand combat aroused their samurai sense of honor.
They held their bayonets straight and formed as dense a formation as possible. Formation in hand-to-hand combat was very important.
The soldiers tried their best to keep their eyes open, trying to see clearly the figure rushing towards them in the dark.
Unfortunately, at this moment, the searchlight of Sihang Warehouse, which had been keeping quiet to guard against being attacked by snipers, suddenly came on.
Some soldiers who stood up with bayonets drawn, ready to face the enemy's charge, were suddenly illuminated.
The intense light of the white-flowered searchlights made one's eyes go dark.
Yes, when you suddenly enter the light from darkness, what you get is not light, but instant blindness.
The transition time between dark cells and bright cells in the human eye between closed eyes is about three seconds.
But even the veteran didn't expect that searchlights suddenly turned on on the opposite side. As for the charging crowd that was about to be "greeted" with bayonets, there was nothing there.
"Quack quack..."
The Czech who had been silent just now screamed fiercely again, and the shooter's finger on the trigger did not loosen, swinging wildly just to spray bullets to the place with the largest crowd.
I couldn't hit him, but the officer said it didn't matter.
This doesn't even count as a war, it's just a waste of ammunition and magic tricks.
Although it was a "magic trick", nearly a hundred Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground in an instant.
After all, they were in a tight formation that was conducive to stabbing, and if they were strafed by multiple machine guns, this would definitely be the result.
Then the searchlights faded and darkness fell again.
The time is just right, and the time for darkness to replace light is another three seconds.
At this time, a sudden shout broke out not more than ten meters in front of the Japanese Marines.
It is still a word for "kill" in various dialects.
You still want to deceive me, but this time I won’t be fooled again.
"Bo"
The light bloomed above the head, and what greeted the Japanese Marines' slander was the continuous fire of the box cannon and the bayonet thrusts from the shoulder poles with bayonets attached.
Underfoot were lying, temporarily blind Japanese soldiers.
Like toads in the paddy field at night in the countryside, pinning one by one accurately is a childhood game that cannot be simpler.
"Run away, run away quickly..."
Looking at the avalanche of people coming under the flares, the Japanese Marines behind finally remembered this word.
As soon as he shouted out, he was shot in the head.
"Run away. Have you reported it to me? I'll wait until I'm free before approving it."