Although all four tanks were destroyed by heavy Chinese firepower, their sacrifice was worth it. They covered at least fifty infantrymen approaching the Chinese building.
Thirty meters, twenty meters, fifteen meters, they have entered the blind spot of all heavy firepower. With the sound of "board!", the elite Japanese infantrymen who were lying on the ground approaching the Chinese building jumped up collectively and moved with extremely agility.
With the speed of an antelope, he climbed over the Chinese's already empty frontal defense barricade, and then rushed into the Chinese building with Yin Teng Yoshimitsu's expectations.
Putting aside the few unlucky ones who were hit by aimless Chinese fire during this short-distance charge, there were more than 40 Japanese troops who entered the gate through the barricades, almost a small squad.
Yin Teng Zenguang's pale face finally became rosy with happiness, and he waved his pistol suddenly, "Onboard!"
The remaining nearly 300 infantrymen quickened their pace and charged towards the building two to three hundred meters away. As long as the infantry team could contain the Chinese in the building for two minutes, no, one minute, all 300 of them would be able to charge forward.
When you enter the building, it will be the real death of the Chinese people.
Yin Teng Zenko's despair was swept away. If he could capture the Chinese building like this, let alone four tanks, even if all eight tanks of the tank squadron were destroyed by the Chinese, it would be worthwhile.
Jiro Wakiba, who had been observing the frontal battlefield, also saw this scene, and his livid face softened, "Yoshi! Order the left and right wings to continue to attack and contain the Chinese. At the same time, order the 2nd and 3rd Infantry Brigade to send out troops.
An infantry squadron approached the 1st Infantry Battalion in the front, ready to support Yin Tengjun who entered the building, and told them that except for the Chinese commander, I don't want any living prisoners."
"I will hang the Chinese commander on the roof of that building in front of the Chinese people!" Jiro Wakita's face was full of a ferocious smile.
On the side, Lieutenant Colonel Kitajima Takeo, the deputy commander of the 36th Regiment, also breathed a sigh of relief. The Chinese were far more cunning than he thought. Not only did they not lose heavy weapons in his proposed "lure the snake out of the hole",
Moreover, it was hidden, causing the tank squadron assigned to the regiment to be directly transformed into a small squadron. After the war, he could guarantee that Colonel Wakiitajiro would let him take the blame.
Well now, victory can cover up all ugliness. As long as this building can be successfully captured, the loss of four tanks is not unbearable.
The Japanese commanders were all thinking about how to distribute the battle credits after victory, but in the building, the Chinese soldiers from top to bottom were far from panicked as they imagined.
The Japanese troops who invaded the building were not as proud and happy as they imagined.
The Japanese squad that entered the hall of the building rushed into the extremely wide space. The dark and wide space was like the mouth of a giant beast, which made people feel chilly. But at this time, the light above the hall suddenly turned on, allowing them to see clearly.
The location they were in was like a basketball court-sized space with no obstructions. They were like actors standing alone in the center of the stage, unaware of how many spectators there were in the darkness around them.
"Baga! Hurry up..." an experienced sergeant roared angrily. He wanted to remind all his colleagues that this was a trap and the Chinese deliberately let them in.
Just hearing a roar of "shoot!", the Japanese sergeant's warning sound was stuffed back into his throat. A rifle bullet hit him first. The sun flag tied to the bayonet already reminded the Chinese infantrymen around him of his identity.
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Giving priority to shooting the commander and the grenadier is a valuable experience gained by all Chinese armies in bloody battles. Therefore, he died first.
However, he was not alone on his way to visit Amaterasu. His companions arrived not much later than him. The three triangular machine gun fire points installed in the building covered the Japanese army in the middle of the hall with almost no blind spots.
However, the Japanese troops who rushed into the hall of the building had no cover. In the face of such an attack, no matter how many excellent individual tactics they had or what equipment they had, it was all in vain. They only fired like crazy for thirty seconds.
There was only one minute and thirty seconds left before Major Yoshimitsu Into's ambitious restraint. More than forty Japanese soldiers, up to an infantry squad, all fell in a pool of blood, and no one survived.
It was almost the same as them using machine guns to massacre ordinary Chinese people. They struggled in vain and fired a few aimless shots at the surroundings. Apart from increasing the reverberation of the gunfire in the hall, it had no effect.
The sudden burst of gunfire from the building gave Yin Teng Yoshimitsu, who was following the infantry, a bad premonition. He could tell that it was the Maxim heavy machine gun and the Czech light machine gun, which are unique to the Chinese.
The crisp sound of gunfire, and the sound of the Empire's 38 guns were only a few shots before they were completely drowned out by the sound of gunfire like exploding beans.
The infantrymen had already rushed to a distance of only 150 meters from the building. A lot of bullets were fired from the building, but as before, the accuracy was insufficient, and it did not cause much damage to the skirmisher line that was stretched to more than five meters between each person.
With a charge distance of more than 100 meters, only a dozen people fell. That was a completely acceptable loss during the charge.
"Send the order, slow down the charge speed!" Yin Teng Zhanguang finally noticed something was wrong.
Because the Chinese were not as panicked as they imagined, and their machine guns were not even used to shoot at the infantry. This was not normal.
Inside the building, Lei Xiong was also a little angry and was cursing a few machine gunners, "Zi Nenliang, you are working so hard, at least leave a few alive for me! How can you kill them all at once? Who do you want to do?"
Hook up the little devil to come in and continue to be slaughtered by us?"
Yes, the machine gunners were really into it just now. They almost didn't need to aim. They just pulled the trigger according to the predetermined shooting range and swept it like mowing grass. Then they swept back and forth, going back and forth a few times, and they were fine.
At that time, who would still remember what Lei Xiong said before, leaving a few little Japs who can breathe to howl loudly to attract more Japs to come in?
"Zinenliang, if the Japanese find out and run away, let's see how I deal with you bastards." Lei Xiong angrily scolded a few machine gunners who were in high spirits, while looking along the sight hole more than 100 meters away to help
The Japanese soldiers were slowly approaching the ruins. "Don't stop the gun, keep shooting for me."
"Little darling, hurry up, run a little faster, and come to my bowl as soon as possible." Lei Xiong licked his lips and looked like a wretched uncle, which made the officers and soldiers of the company beside him feel chilled.
She looked as if those little devils were little ladies covered in gauze. If they came any closer, the evil man would jump out and knock them down and ravage them.
There is really no one else with this taste.
It's a pity that Yin Teng Yoshimitsu is a battle-hardened infantry commander after all. Soon, he realized something was wrong. The gunshots in the building continued, but there was no sound of the 96 light machine gun and no 38 cover.
The unique gunshots he could hear were basically the gunshots of Chinese standard firearms.
The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, and the Japanese major stopped suddenly and said, "Order, send two teams, no, one team will approach the building for reconnaissance, and the rest will hide on the spot."
"Hi Nenliang, the little devil is quite smart! Inform the brothers in the machine gun company to prepare to open fire. Even if you don't come into my bowl, you can't even think about a proper retreat." Lei Xiong angrily spat out what he was biting in his mouth.
The cigarette butt was almost burnt out, "Brothers, I have prepared everything. I will aim at the little devil's butts and spank them until their balls blossom."
As the Japanese team that was the first to approach advanced to thirty meters away from the building, a row of submachine guns poked out from the second floor and fired fiercely at them. The firepower gathered by ten submachine guns in an instant killed the Japanese team without any suspense.
More than ten people advancing in tactical formation were swept to the ground.
Then, the machine guns that had been silent for a few minutes roared again, but this time, they were not sweeping towards the infantry hiding more than a hundred meters away, but towards the heavy machine gun and grenade positions 400 meters away.
I have tolerated them for a long time, but only in order to let the Japanese infantry take the bait early, I tolerated them pouring firepower on the front of the building wantonly.
Now, the Japanese infantry has reached halfway into the bowl and still wants to run away. So, what else is there to worry about?
Not only did the machine guns start firing, the six mortars deployed in the building started shooting at Xie Jinyuan's order at all the firepower points where the Japanese army was basically furious.
From the outside, the entire Sihang Warehouse looks like an enraged porcupine, spitting out heart-stopping spikes without hesitation. However, the spikes are made of terrifying machine gun shells and mortar shells.
consist of.
As the heavy firepower from the front of the building erupted without scruple, the heavy machine guns and grenade launchers of the 1st Infantry Battalion, which had been fighting quite lively just now, all went silent. The only one who could provide support to the Japanese infantry, whose eyes were starting to turn cold, was
It's a 92 infantry gun still hiding a thousand meters away.
"Baga! You've been fooled!" Yin Tengshanguang watched helplessly as a reconnaissance team he sent was completely wiped out before even approaching the building. All the heavy firepower in the building was fired at his own heavy machine guns hundreds of meters away.
Position, then you don’t know that one of your infantry squads has been completely wiped out, and that you are leading nearly two infantry squadrons into a trap?
You must know! If he can't even analyze this, then isn't he just the stupidest among stupid people?
It was a trap to let that infantry team enter the building, and it was even more of a trap to let the No. 300 infantry under his command approach 150 meters without decent firepower to intercept them. The Chinese thought that one team was not enough and wanted to devour them all.
"Retreat, retreat to both wings!" The blood drained from Yin Teng Zenko's face, and he made a decision that seemed extremely wise in hindsight.
If the order had been issued thirty seconds later, when the machine guns and mortars were freed up to attack the infantry in the ruins, then half of his infantry brigade that had already fallen into the trap might become like the 1st Squadron under his command.
Same, almost all lost.
Moreover, Colonel Wakiitajiro could only watch helplessly, but could not do anything about it.
The 36th Infantry Regiment had only 4 mountain guns and 4 Type 90 mortars, and there was nothing they could do against that solid building.
But even so, the retreat of Yin Teng Yoshimitsu's men was also a road paved with blood. At least more than ten light and heavy machine guns fired without restraint, almost at the same time as the Japanese infantry. The Chinese infantry hiding behind the sandbags in the window also
It's almost like holding a rifle for target practice.
The Japanese commanders watched helplessly as their colleagues howled in the hail of bullets, with gloomy faces almost dripping with water.
Along with the Japanese soldiers' wails that echoed throughout the world, the beautiful Chinese woman's snow-white feet had been worn out by the rough drum surface, and bright red blood flowed on the drum surface. Her hoarse voice still led the people to continue to shock the world.