The dead He Er didn't know that his Molotov cocktail not only roasted the four little Japs alive, but also stored dozens of 57mm artillery shells in the 89 tank. The Japanese infantrymen were stunned by the steaming heat and meaty smell of their colleagues.
I even forgot that there were more terrifying cannonballs inside.
The 57mm tank gun can easily destroy houses, and the explosion of dozens of shells is even more terrifying. The 89 tank weighing more than ten tons was completely ejected five or six meters from the ground. The "little jijiji" poked on the huge body
The turret flew more than 20 meters away, not only smashing the roof of a house, but also crushing the unlucky guy into a pulp.
Not to mention the Japanese within a dozen meters around, they were completely buried by the flying steel debris.
He Er's achievements all fell into the eyes of Qingpi, who was more than 300 meters away. Although he had no way of knowing who the comrade who had been burned until black but still bravely threw the Molotov cocktail and ignited the entire Japanese tank, he knew
, it was our own people who lit the tank and killed a circle of Japanese devils.
"You brat, I don't know what you do, but please remember, that tank and a dozen Japanese soldiers were killed by my brothers from the Songjiang Security Group. It was done by our Songjiang people.
He did not embarrass the people of Songjiang." Qingpi pointed at the firelight in the ruins in the distance, and patted the child lying below looking out through the gap in the board with some pride and some sadness.
"Yeah!" Xia Qiu nodded fiercely.
He Er didn't know that because of this promise, there would be a statue on Zhongshan Road in Songjiang in the future. The wreckage of the 89 tank that was burned to an empty skeleton and abandoned by the Japanese army was placed next to the statue. Every Qingming Festival, the statue
There are always all kinds of wines under the table. No one laughs at Xiaobing He Er for being an alcoholic anymore, even though many Songjiang locals have heard from their grandparents that Xiaobing He Er is hiding in his arms.
The Molotov cocktail filled with high-strength liquor was originally just something he wanted to take a few sips to embolden himself.
Whoever kills the Japanese is a hero, no matter he was a gangster or an alcoholic, this is what people in this land remember.
Heroes are not saints, but also ordinary people, but a moment of brilliance is eternity! China, no matter what era, needs heroes, and there is no shortage of heroes, just like this man who was almost completely burned but took away more than a dozen people
The devil's soldiers.
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The remaining 89 tanks on Zhongshan West Road finally escaped the disaster and hid in the shops on the street. However, the Japanese artillerymen were not so lucky. Those who were slower to react and stayed on the street were killed by two
The machine cannons that fired recklessly from front to back were smashed into "meat parts" on the ground. Those who reacted quickly and hid in the houses on both sides were actually not much better. Most of the mortar shells that were fired at them fell on the ground.
In a house, even if the explosion doesn't kill anyone, it can still collapse the house.
Staying there is a gamble on luck, but the luck of many Japanese artillerymen seems not to be very good. With the flames of the tanks being ignited as a guide, the mortars that poured artillery fire on this area were very accurate.
A radius of 1,000 meters with the destroyed 89 tank as the center was constantly bombarded by artillery shells. The Japanese artillerymen hiding in the house were either killed by the bombs or buried alive by the collapsed houses.
After more than 20 minutes, the mortars in Songjiang City and on both sides of Cangcheng seemed to have exhausted their energy and gradually stopped.
The Japanese infantrymen who were still alive around them gathered here under the loud orders of the commanders at all levels. They did so cautiously, not daring to gather too close to avoid another attack from the Chinese.
As the captain of the 7th Infantry Squadron, Matsuda Chougo felt extremely aggrieved. It was clear that the Empire's artillery was far stronger than the Chinese's, but here, the Chinese could fire unscrupulously, but they could not. Here
There are not many Chinese, but there are quite a few Japanese. Once those large-caliber artillery shells from the empire come over, they are most likely to be blown up into the sky.
Finally moved a few small-caliber guns! Look at the mess on Zhongshan Road. Matsuda Chaogo wanted to cry. One 89 tank was only a pile of scrap metal, and another one looked like it had been raped by a few gangsters.
The little daughter-in-law who had been ravaged had been hidden until now and dared not show her face. There was still one tank left, but those precious infantry guns and anti-tank guns were left on the street and trampled by artillery fire. Although they were not blown to pieces,
But looking at the crooked appearance, you can tell that Baga's must be broken, at least it can't be used at the moment.
Even if it works, what about the people who can fire artillery? Matsuda Chaogo, who was hiding in a corner and directing his men to dig people out of collapsed houses everywhere, glanced at the group of artillerymen, who numbered no more than 30 people and looked disgraced, and felt so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
This signified that when he continued to search forward and fight the Chinese in front, there would be no more heavy weapons to help him, at least not for an hour.
The Japanese captain who lost his heavy weapons soon encountered a difficult situation.
As the Japanese army continued to resume their search formation and move forward, they saw the gunshots of resistance in the ruins getting weaker and weaker. Qingpi, who was leaning down against the wall of the stone tower, took a few puffs of his cigarette, with a look of wolf in his eyes.
The same look made the "little melon skin" next to him couldn't help but sit back.
"Brother, what do you want to do?" The 10-year-old boy was instinctively afraid of this somewhat ferocious look.
"You have so much courage, why would you sneak in and fight the Japanese?" His anger subsided slightly, but Qingpi grinned.
"Ara...how did you know that?" The little boy couldn't help but become curious. He just lied to this person.
"Little bastard, who can you hide it from?" Qingpi smiled even brighter. He didn't say the reason for how he guessed it. He pointed out with his hand and said: "I asked you to leave in the first place but you didn't leave. Now it's too late to leave.
"Brother is going to kill the Japanese. Do you have enough courage to load the bullet for me? If not, just lie down on the lower two floors and hide yourself."
"Why are you looking down on people? Of course you dare..." Xiao Guapi blushed and puffed up his chest angrily. He reached out and picked up a rifle that was taller than his body. It took him a while to turn red.
The red one asked: "Brother, how do you load the bullet?"
Not sure whether it was because of disappointment or pity, he shook his head and sighed. Qingpi, who had already made up his mind, patiently taught the child in front of him, who was only about ten years old, how to load a rifle and a shell gun. He had no choice. The child in front of him was
His only helper, when the fight breaks out later, he won't have time to load the bullet.
However, Xiao Guapi had the unique intelligence of Jiangnan people and quickly learned to load rifles and shell guns. Qingpi put all the bullets and guns he carried, including grenades, on the ground, reached for the light machine gun, and loaded it.
After holding the magazine, he looked back at Xiao Guapi and said, "When the fight starts later, please note this for me. If you don't call me and hand me the gun, just lie down on the ground and don't move."
The next moment, gunfire suddenly rang out from the top of the 46-meter-high Xilin Tower in Xilin Temple.
Matsuda, who was only 100 meters away from Xilin Temple, raised his head in horror. The bullets sprayed from high in the sky made a small team marching in the alley fall to the ground. They were all veterans, and they quickly judged that they had been hit.
The bullets on the wall in front of you and on the ground were shot diagonally from the sky. The bullets shot from this angle are very scary. It is not safe to lie on the ground. If you are not hit by the bullet, it is very likely that it will be hit on the wall and change its direction.
Hit by ricochet.
However, the damn Chinese alley is too narrow, and there is no place to hide around, unless they stand against the wall and become a mural. Don't tell me, there are really Japanese soldiers doing this, sticking close to the wall
The wall moved forward slowly, and it was unclear whether he was muttering "Amaterasu" to bless him or "can't see me" or "can't hit me".
Anyway, after being sneak attacked for most of the afternoon, the Japanese infantry have stopped shouting "Long Live the Emperor". His Majesty the Emperor really can't control the Chinese who are hiding in every corner and shooting black guns. This has become a problem for all Japanese soldiers.
consensus. Moreover, those who shout "Long Live the Emperor" tend to attract more bullets.
The only thing worthy of the Japanese infantrymen of the 7th Infantry Squadron of the 11th Infantry Brigade was that the Chinese who was hiding in a high place and shooting black guns was terrible at shooting. He had at least fired a magazine of bullets, and he was already numb before he heard it.
of screams.
"Wipe Ni Liangbi, this broken gun." Qingpi on the top of Xilin Pagoda also yelled angrily.
Unable to fire the grudge gun, the green-skinned gangster's instinct came back.
Xiao Guapi began to sweat on his face. It seemed that the shooting skills of this heavily armed and seemingly awesome brother were not very reliable!