The flames erupting from the muzzles of submachine guns, shell guns, rifles, etc., led by a Maxim heavy machine gun, were like the white teeth of a monster suddenly opening its huge black mouth.
At that moment, the eyes of the Japanese major commander behind the telescope were dazzled.
I blinked in disbelief, then blinked again.
It wasn't until he saw his subordinates leaping over the trench with great skill that they were instantly overturned, that the Japanese major finally believed that the group of cannon fodder he had appointed had really become cannon fodder, and they had definitely not lasted more than a minute.
Otherwise, how could the Chinese mobilize their troops to concentrate on the first floor in such a short period of time and fire such a terrifying hail of bullets?
Judging from the results of more than dozens of people falling down in an instant, the Chinese must have used the damn MP series submachine guns developed by the Germans. It was the most terrifying weapon that made the Imperial Army most powerless in close combat.
The Japanese Major guessed 70% of the truth correctly, but he guessed 30% wrong because he overestimated his cannon fodder.
If it weren't for the Japanese army to resolutely attack, the group of cannon fodder headed by the shirtless Japanese lieutenant would not have been able to hold on for thirty seconds. In fact, it did not last more than a minute until the last Japanese soldier died.
However, the Japanese troops were very brave. After being hit head-on by such a hail of bullets, some of them immediately turned over and lay down on the ground and shot. Some took off their grenades, pulled the fuses, knocked them on their helmets, and then resolutely fired.
They were thrown out from the gaps in the building, and more people were holding rifles, pulling the triggers to empty the bullets, shouting slogans, and continuing to run forward at high speed.
More than twenty grenades exploded the front of the warehouse into a sea of flames, and the returning bullets also hit the sandbag fortifications. The Chinese soldiers subconsciously ducked to avoid them.
The instinct of living things is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Not everyone has the courage to face each other with guns and shoot each other until they are in desperate situations.
At least at this moment, in addition to having an advantage in military strength, the Japanese army, which was at a disadvantage in terms of firepower and the environment, was tenacious enough.
This scene made the people who had just planned to cheer and cheer involuntarily mute their voices, and only the drums kept beating.
The man beating the drum has been replaced by the man in black robe who came over at some point. The middle-aged man in robe, whose arms were obviously weak, was supported by a bodyguard of the man in black robe and still stood stubbornly in the place where the blood mist had dissipated a lot.
Big drum edge.
The young people who were originally standing in front of the drum were pushed to the back row by a group of green men wearing open cloth shoes and bloomers. Although some were unhappy, they were stopped by the light words of the black-robed man.
"This national crisis is not just a national crisis for you scholars."
At this point, the green-skinned gangster, who once made ordinary people fear him like a tiger, stands at the forefront of the people.
Although the Japanese army was attacking like a tide at the moment, and their fearless and fearless attitude made people feel embarrassed, the drums were still thundering.
The dark blues who had brought them hope again and again on this day did not let them down again.
Intensive gunfire rang out again, and a lump fell from the second, third and fourth floors...
No, it should be said one by one, one by one.
That's a grenade!
Most of the Japanese infantry were already thirty or twenty meters close to the building, and they passed by with almost no effort.
The ghosts of Japanese soldiers are emerging.
Regardless of whether they were stubborn or cowardly and hid in the trenches, they were all rolling around desperately trying to avoid these dark-looking things falling from the sky.
No matter how densely packed the bullets are, there are still gaps, as evidenced by the fact that at least most of the people are still alive at this moment.
But grenades...
And it's a rain of grenades.
That would really kill me.
The Japanese troops who were closer to the trenches jumped into the trenches without hesitation. The Japanese troops who were further away had no second choice but to grit their teeth and continue to charge forward.
As for those between the two, naturally they could only watch in utter despair as the falling grenades rolled to the ground and puffed out smoke.
Then, "Boom!" There was an explosion.
Shrapnel flew across.
More than 40 grenades were thrown in the first wave, followed by a second wave, a third wave...
This is almost equivalent to dozens of small mortar shells falling on this battlefield that will never exceed 1,000 square meters.
Loud noises, fires, smoke, and human body parts were the main themes on the battlefield at that moment.
No one could see clearly what was going on on the battlefield shrouded in smoke and fire. Not to mention Toyoda Hide, who was hundreds of meters away with a dull face, even Koizumi Reimai, who was the nearest, could only huddle helplessly in the trench.
He tried to minimize the area of his body that was hit by bullets, and did not even look at the plight of his soldiers outside the trenches.
In fact, without looking closely, the Japanese captain knew that the soldiers who quickly rushed into the building fifteen meters in front of them were basically doomed.
No one can survive such a horrific grenade-covered attack.
I just don’t know if anyone can rush into the building. If so, maybe there is a chance to reverse this battle.
However, the concentrated fire and gunfire, which was so intense that it could even penetrate the huge explosion, eliminated the Japanese captain's last chance.
The constant screams proved that none of them could break through the barrage of Chinese submachine gun bullets.
Closing his eyes in pain, the Japanese captain knew that, whether he wanted to admit it or not, this round of attack had completely failed.
A complete failure!
Big defeat!
The failure made the Japanese captain's mind clear.
The 100 forwards led by Kurokawa Orizo were able to rush into the building so smoothly. It was just an illusion deliberately created by the Chinese. Their purpose was to trick their main force into coming, and then kill a large number of people with continuous-fire firearms.
Many soldiers avoided grenade-covering explosions by hiding in trenches, but this was by no means a good place.
He raised his head and looked at the dark shooting holes in the building nearby through the gunpowder smoke. The Japanese captain felt even palpitations in his heart.
When the smoke from the grenades cleared, he believed the guns would be aimed at the trench that seemed like a safe haven.
He even had reason to believe that the Chinese used grenades to attack not only to kill the Imperial warriors on the surface, but to drive them into this trench.
Then, let this become their hunting ground.
The Chinese are really insidious.
At that moment, the Japanese captain was sweating like rain.
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat to the left and right wings!" At the moment when the Japanese captain figured it out, he screamed desperately and ordered the communications soldiers following him to sound the siren and issue a retreat order that could be heard throughout the battlefield.
The Japanese infantry, which had been chilled by submachine guns and grenades, naturally lost all will to fight after hearing the order to retreat, and ran wildly along the trenches towards the two wings.
Because only in that way can we avoid the frontal rain of bullets to the greatest extent.
"The lousy Japanese are going to run away!" In the warehouse, a superior soldier raised his body slightly in anxiety.
Before he could pull the trigger, a bullet hit his helmet.
The bullet hit the arc of the helmet and bounced off without penetrating, but the soldier fell on his back without saying a word.
"Tiedan!" Lao Hei on the side exclaimed and rushed to help him.
"Asshole, the battle isn't over yet. Get down on your back and beat me!" Tang Dao turned around and took a rare look and roared.
The Japanese infantry in the trenches were retreating, but they were not fleeing in a rout. There were many remaining Japanese troops who were still tenaciously shooting at this side. Especially when the Japanese army sounded the alarm to retreat, ten people in the fortifications opposite
The heavy machine gun roared desperately, and the entire front of the building was being baptized by bullets. It does not mean that the Japanese army was just a dish in a bowl.
This is a battlefield, and any carelessness may result in death.
