The Japanese tank was trapped in the middle of the road, unable to advance or retreat.
Going forward, the first two tanks were blown up and were unable to move forward, blocking the way forward. Going back, because the tanks behind were also broken down and destroyed, there was no way out.
All the tanks could only squeeze into the middle of the crowded road, unable to move. Only some tanks with better angles were still tenaciously shelling the Sihang Warehouse.
"Damn it!" Sanbei has been observing the situation in the distance on the front line. Looking at the tanks that are unable to advance or retreat, he can't help but feel a little anxious. He has thought of countless ways in his mind, but there is no way to achieve it now.
"Sir, what should we do? Do we need to make a tactical transfer?"
The Japanese troops are quite taboo about retreating and asking for support. It may be due to their pride. They call retreat a tactical transfer, and requesting support is called tactical guidance.
Sanbei took a deep breath: "Inform everyone to continue the attack and let the Third Battalion press forward. The machine gun team established a machine gun position on the ruins and carried out fire suppression on the Sihang Warehouse. No matter what the cost, we must put it down."
Get the Sihang Warehouse for me!"
"Hayi!"
After receiving the order, the Japanese, who had been hesitant before, finally made up their minds to move forward. In fact, the Japanese were more than a hundred meters away, and the defenders in the Sixing Warehouse were difficult to attack.
Although their forward positions were blown to pieces, they were still able to provide a certain cover and shorten the charging distance to a certain extent.
"Onboard!"
This group of Japanese soldiers rushed out from behind the ruins and rushed towards the Sixing Warehouse with a roar. The Japanese once again launched a desperate charge, and this time the number still exceeded 500. From a distance, they could see the huge sky.
One piece, too numerous to count.
The Japanese soldiers stepped on the muddy road, and their original yellow clothes were splashed by muddy water. In addition, they were not tall and wore steel helmets. They were like mud monkeys, charging forward continuously.
This time the Japanese charge was not very fast. The muddy road made it impossible for them to increase their speed. Some Japanese soldiers fell directly to the ground after taking a few steps. Before they could get up, their backs were blocked by mud and water.
The remaining soldiers, who had their eyes opened, stepped on his back and continued to advance.
Stampedes on the way to charge are very common. Some of the casualties of the Chinese army on the battlefield are also caused by their own people. For example, due to insufficient training of soldiers, when charging, they did not follow the route taught during training. As a result, they hit the muzzle of the gun behind them and were killed by themselves.
People were shot to death.
The intensive charge tactic is not a group of people rushing up in a swarm, but a strict tactical arrangement and route. These are some basics during the training of new recruits, but what the Chinese army lacked at the time was the corresponding training.
In the Sihang Warehouse, after the Japanese soldiers rushed out from behind the ruins, the order to open fire was given. For a moment, the windows on several floors opened fire at almost the same time, and a group of Japanese who were at the front fell down in groups.
On the second floor, several machine guns on the first floor were constantly spitting out tongues of fire. The charging Japanese had no time to raise their guns and shoot, so they fell down one after another. The six or seven heavy machine guns were like the judge's pen in the hands of the judge, casually
Crossing out names in the book of life and death, many Japanese soldiers had no time to escape and went to see the King of Hell.
The water on the road outside Sihang Warehouse has changed its color. The blood is mixed with the rain, and it looks like red fuel. From time to time, Japanese soldiers step through the middle, and the mud is mixed together, making the look very strange.
"Throw the grenade from the fifth floor!"
About twenty meters away, Yu Zhiqian ordered the grenades to be thrown. There were a lot of Japanese in this group and they couldn't be allowed to rush into the warehouse so quickly. What should be done now is to continuously wear down the Japanese's strength and keep attacking. Morale, so that even if the Japanese enter the warehouse, they will be vulnerable.
From the window on the fifth floor, grenades were thrown one after another. After landing on the ground, they exploded within a second or two. The soil brought up by the explosion was mixed with the remains of Japanese soldiers. The corpses were flying everywhere. Looking down, It's like a Shura slaughterhouse.
"Sir, if we change our tactics, the firepower of the Chinese army is too fierce!" The Japanese officer put down his telescope and felt a little sorry for his men, who fell down one by one like wheat. After a while, one or two hundred people were killed. .
"Why is this happening? Isn't the Chinese army's firepower always very poor?" Sanbei's face turned pale. In his opinion, the Chinese army definitely did not have such a high firepower density and such abundant ammunition.
What Sanbei didn't know was that when the entire 88th Division retreated, they left behind ammunition, light and heavy weapons that could not be taken away, and that the 524th Regiment used to have a strength of more than a thousand people, but now only more than 400 are left. As of now, there are still more than 300 people, so it should be quite sufficient.
"Sir, now is not a good time to attack. The road is muddy and we have no armor cover. If we rush over like this, the soldiers will charge very slowly. They will be hit like targets by the Chinese army. Sir, even if we rush in, we may need to sacrifice our lives." Lose a whole brigade of troops!"
The staff officer beside him kept urging Sanbei to retreat, but Sanbei's face turned pale: "Where's the machine gunner?"
"Already rushed over!"
"Let them speed up and use firepower to suppress the Chinese army in the warehouse!"
Sanbei still held on to the slightest illusion, hoping to rely on fire suppression to suppress the Chinese army's firepower, then rush into the warehouse and occupy the Sihang Warehouse.
A few minutes later, the Japanese still did not rush into the Sihang Warehouse. The last twenty meters or so of the Sihang Warehouse was like a distant bridge, visible but intangible. In order to facilitate shooting, the Chinese defenders also used Yu Zhiqian. The method given to them is to work in pairs and cooperate with each other.
The coordination here is that each soldier has an extra rifle beside him. One soldier only needs to be responsible for pulling the bolt and shooting, while the other soldier only needs to be responsible for constantly loading ammunition into the magazine, and then putting the weapon into the magazine. Just stay aside.
This kind of cooperation has greatly improved the shooting speed of the Chinese army. The soldiers do not have to worry about the Japanese rushing in during the gap between changing bullets after five rounds of bullets are fired. All the soldiers responsible for shooting only need to put their guns on themselves after firing. On his left hand, he took out a new rifle from his right hand and continued shooting.
Not only does it ensure the continuity of shooting, there is no need to worry about soldiers losing their touch due to changing ammunition, but it also prevents the firepower from having a too long vacuum period. Almost every soldier will fire a shot every three to four seconds, and this kind of uninterrupted The shooting caused the Japanese soldiers who charged intensively to suffer a lot.
As time passed little by little, the Japanese reinforcements arrived, and the Third Infantry Brigade finally arrived from a distance. The subsequent machine gunners also came to the front line from the rear carrying heavy machine guns.
There are ten heavy machine guns in total. The Japanese are carrying heavy machine guns and moving forward on the muddy road. The speed is extremely slow. Taking a step forward is very slow. It used to take two minutes to get there, but now it takes enough time. Two or three times as long
This time was enough for Yu Zhiqian and others to kill at least more than a hundred Japanese soldiers. It can be said that Japan is almost unable to move forward. Every step forward requires paying a huge price. It is still more than 20 meters away from the warehouse.
"Onboard!"
A crazy Japanese soldier threw away his weapon and rushed towards the Sixing Warehouse. However, he fell to the ground after just two steps. However, this guy did not give up and continued to crawl forward. He was approaching Sihang Warehouse little by little, holding a grenade in his hand and staring intently at the several firing ports in the warehouse.
The Japanese in this era are crazy. How crazy they can go. In the early days, it was not obvious because the Chinese army had been suppressed by the Japanese army. But on the Pacific battlefield, the madness of the Japanese was clearly revealed. But the Japanese The madness didn't just start at that time. They have always had this crazy gene since they were indoctrinated.
"Onboard!"
When the Japanese soldier climbed to about ten meters, he suddenly stood up with all his strength, roared, knocked the grenade on his head, and then threw it towards the window on the first floor. middle.
Originally, when this Japanese soldier was crawling on the ground, no one noticed him. He was covered in mud. If he didn't pay attention, he would be forgotten. Therefore, the defenders on the first floor did not notice him. However, when he stood up, he immediately Three guns were pointed at him instantly.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Three bullets hit the guy's body. The Japanese soldier fell back heavily, but the grenade had already been released. After rolling twice in the air, it flew into the warehouse on the first floor.
"Grenade!"
Zhou Lin, who was shooting, saw the grenade flying in, and the grenade was rolling to the side of an ammunition box. As long as it detonated, it might explode, blowing up the entire ammunition box in the warehouse. Once it exploded, the consequences would be Unthinkable.
"Grenade, get out of the way!"
Zhou Lin yelled and rushed towards the grenade, pressing the grenade firmly under him with his body: "Grenade, move away quickly, move quickly..."
Before he could say the last word, he heard a muffled sound, and a grenade exploded under Zhou Lin. Zhou Lin grunted, and a large amount of blood began to flow out of his upper body, and blood gushed out from his mouth and nose. out.
"Zhou Lin!"
When the lame lao San who was close to Zhou Lin saw Zhou Lin's appearance, he immediately shouted, rushed over like crazy, knelt in front of Zhou Lin, and shouted: "Medical soldier, medical soldier, someone is injured, medical soldier"
Soldier!"
The two medical soldiers from behind immediately rushed over and put the stretcher aside. The lame old man grabbed the medical soldier's hand tightly: "Please, brother, please, you must save him.
He is the only relative I have, please, please!"
"Let us go first and go fight quickly. We will work hard to save every comrade!"
At this time, Zhou Lin stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed Lame Lao San's hand. He slowly turned his head and looked at Lame Lao San: "Lao San, cough, cough, go kill the Japanese. More, more, more. Kill some of the Japanese. Give them to me."
Revenge, revenge, give, give, take revenge to the villagers, villagers, we, we can’t run away anymore, we’ve all run away, we’ve run away from most of China!”
"Well, well, well, I will definitely kill the Japanese properly, Zhou Laoer, don't die, please don't die!"
After Zhou Lin finished speaking, he looked at the medical soldier beside him, and used his last bit of strength to speak: "Brother, brother, there is no need to save me, I can't survive. I, well, want to go home, ah, I...
…think……"
When he said this, Zhou Lin completely let go of Lame Lao San's hand. Lame Lao San lowered his head and looked at his last brother. He didn't break his heart, cry or shout, but just wiped it hard with his hands.
He wiped his face, Zhou Laoer's blood was stained on his face, but he didn't notice anything and limped towards a machine gun position.
"Get out of the way and let me come!"
Lame Lao San said to the machine gunner who was controlling the machine gun. The machine gunner took advantage of the moment of changing the bullet chain to look at Lame Lao San: "Old lame man, do you know how to use a machine gun? Stop making trouble and go on your way!"
"I was a machine gunner during the Central Plains War, get out of here!" After saying that, he pushed hard and pushed the machine gun aside. Just as the machine gunner was about to stand up and argue, the squad leader next to him stopped him: "Let's
Let him fight, Zhou Laoer is dead!"
After hearing this, the machine gunner understood, nodded, said nothing, and quickly ran back to carry the ammunition chain.
The lame lao San, who was sitting in the machine gunner's position, put the bullet chain into the magazine and hammered hard. When the squad leader next to him saw it: "Lao San, slow down, you can't afford to pay if the hammer breaks!"
Lame Lao San didn't say anything. After stuffing the bullet chain, he pulled the gun bolt hard, and then aimed the machine gun at the charging Japanese. The squad leader thought Lame Lao San would pull the trigger like crazy.
But Lame Laosan did not do this. Lame Laosan was skillfully using the three-link point. The so-called three-link point is to use a machine gun to fire three shots at a target, then stop immediately and look for the next target. This
This kind of marksmanship is generally only experienced by veteran machine gunners. New machine gunners cannot master it at all and will only empty the ammunition belt in a short period of time.
Lame Lao San hit very accurately and controlled the rhythm very well. Where he was aiming his gun barrel, Japanese soldiers fell one after another, one after another. The squad leader beside him had his mouth wide open.
, I used to be a lame third child, just eating and waiting to die every day, and never showed anything extraordinary.
Today's Lame Lao San makes people unable to believe that this is the coward who spent most of his time huddled in the trenches during the war and occasionally fired a few shots. He is more like a veteran warrior.
"Lao San, who did you learn this shooting technique from?"
"Learned it myself! Bullet chain!"
"Ah good!"
Only then did the squad leader notice that the ammunition chain was almost empty, and he quickly took out another ammunition chain.
