Chapter 108: Almost Doubting Life

The homemade "reactive armor" was still not good enough after all.

Obviously, the Type 89 tank that lost its direction and plunged into the Suzhou River, I am afraid that not only the tank driver was killed, but also the other two members died from the shrapnel inside the tank.

Only idiots would not run.

The other tank reversed frantically while turning the rudder, trying to escape to the rear and side regardless of anything, where there were broken houses and messy houses that could provide some cover.

The main battle tanks were frightened like fertilized rabbits and began to look for caves, which was very bad for the infantry hiding behind them to attack.

Lie on the ground! Of course, you can avoid the terrible machine guns and heavy machine guns, but there is no doubt that you will become a victim of the tank tracks.

The tanks on our side that are twisting their huge bodies to dodge and move can't see the people lying on the ground, and they can't see the people bending their waists. Do you think they have 360-degree cameras?

Or, even if they do, they may turn a blind eye!

"I would rather die than my friend" is a saying that is universally accepted. In fact, the noble armored knights of the Imperial Japanese Army did not classify the inferior infantrymen as the same level as themselves.

At least five or six Japanese infantrymen did not fall under the machine gun bullets fired from the warehouse, but were knocked down and dragged under the tracks by the crazy maneuvering tanks.

"Bang!" A muffled sound was the sound of a human head being crushed by a 12-ton tank.

Fresh brain tissue splashed out for more than ten meters, showing the charm of huge pressure.

A Japanese infantryman could no longer care about the rain of bullets fired from the opposite side, but jumped up and fled backwards frantically.

It was because the eyeball of a colleague whose head was crushed together with the helmet shot out more than ten meters and fell on his face. He reached out and touched it. In the round eyeball covered with blood and flesh, it seemed that the last despair of his comrade being crushed from the legs to the abdomen and then to the head by the tracks in less than five seconds was still flashing.

The Japanese infantry, whose will to survive was aroused by the cruel death, had good luck. He was as agile as a deer in the forest, so he avoided the rain of bullets from behind and ran at least a hundred meters towards his own position.

But still, after a burst of fierce gunfire, the deer broke its legs and fell to the ground.

He did not fall under the machine gun of the warehouse defenders, but under the muzzle of the Japanese 3rd Infantry Battalion Supervisory Team deployed 400 meters away from the warehouse.

Four light machine guns were lined up, not aiming at the warehouse, but at their own infantry.

Those who retreat without receiving the order to retreat will die!

This was the order that Jiro Wakita sent to the two infantry battalions before the attack.

Perhaps only Makino Shun knew the mind of this army colonel. The purpose of launching this battle was just to cover up the tunnel digging and consume the opponent's ammunition. The number of infantry casualties was no longer within his consideration.

The crazy Japanese colonel now did not need anything else but victory, even if he had to devote the entire 36th Regiment. Just like Nogi Maresuke who madly launched a charge with tens of thousands of people, trying to cover up all the ugliness with victory.

The Japanese commander was crazy, and the Japanese infantry also fell into madness.

Even if the most important cover of their side, the 89 tanks, was beaten and fled in a panic by the Chinese machine guns, they could only hide in the ruins and stick their heads out to fight the Chinese with the pitiful 57mm tank guns. They also divided into multiple tactical teams to attack the Sihang Warehouse.

Attack from three sides of the Sihang Warehouse.

The two machine guns in the warehouse were also a bit distracted. No matter how powerful Lei Xiong's machine gun control was, it could not guarantee that a tank that was maneuvering with all its strength could be hit by emptying a bullet plate.

The rooftop had been completely blocked by the Japanese grenade launcher team that did not care about casualties and even dared to expose itself to the rifle range. The biggest casualties in the entire building were not the infantry company, but Lei Xiong's machine gun company.

Even though there were complete fortifications on the roof, more than ten artillerymen were still injured by shrapnel, and a mortar was even blown away by the blast of a grenade that exploded two meters away, causing the gun carriage to deform.

The lieutenant colonel of the army had to order the abandonment of the rooftop position, and the entire army retreated into the building. The mortars could only have enough deterrence on the front battlefield, and for the two wings, they could only rely on two machine guns and tanks to fire, but they were just barely able to maintain it.

After several attempts, the Japanese army basically judged the strength of the heavy firepower of the Chinese defenders at this time, and did not continue to invest in armored forces, but increased the investment in infantry.

At least more than 400 Japanese infantrymen, divided into more than 30 small teams, marched through the ruins towards the warehouse building.

Jiro Wakiita actually invested nearly a quarter of the remaining infantry forces of the 36th Infantry Regiment at one time.

Looking from the lookout on the fourth floor, it was like a group of ants rushing towards the delicious cake of the Sihang Warehouse.

Even if this big cake is poisonous, its stinger can reach hundreds of meters away.

Five mortars fired at the maximum elevation, and the last three heavy machine guns and six light machine guns that had been hidden all joined the battle.

A total of six heavy machine guns and 27 light machine guns spewed out a torrent of steel to suppress the Japanese army more than 200 meters away from the warehouse.

The sudden increase in the rain of bullets made Jiro Wakiban's eyelids twitch wildly, and Makino Shun's face turned pale.

The Chinese actually have hidden firepower.

This is really a very discouraging thing.

It's like a bet. Every time you think you have the opponent, the opponent will turn over the trump card that makes you vomit blood again, and it happens once, twice or even three times, and then there will naturally be endless self-doubt.

God knows if the Chinese have any trump cards.

But even so, the Japanese army still refused to retreat and advanced towards the warehouse under the leadership of the squadron leader and squad leader with sun belts wrapped around their heads.

They soon realized that this was an extremely foolish behavior.

Tang Dao and Niu Er, as well as the fifteen precision shooters selected by Tang Dao from the first company, also began to participate in the battle.

The Japanese soldiers, whose heads were wrapped with sunbands indicating that they were determined to serve His Majesty the Emperor, became their most conspicuous targets.

Although the distance was more than 300 meters, and although the shooting range of the shooting hole was limited, Tang Dao, who was on the fourth floor, once again demonstrated the terror of a super sniper.

In just five minutes, Tang Dao fired eight shots in a row. Except for one of the shots, Naoo Matsumoto, the lucky guy who was personally appointed as the captain of the "cannon fodder" team by Jiro Wakiitajiro, slipped and fell when he stepped on a pothole. The dog ate shit and hit the wall beside him, allowing him to escape by chance and go to Amaterasu's place to drink tea. The other seven shots hit him.

Among them, there are two second lieutenant-level squad leaders and five sergeants.

The bullet that Tang Dao spent an hour carefully modifying can still form a teacup-sized hole in the body even if it misses the vital point. If there is a hospital nearby, he may still be able to survive, but on the battlefield, he can only rely on a small first aid kit. But if that terrible wound cannot be blocked, it will bleed to death.

"Chinese cold gunmen are terrible!" spread quickly throughout the battlefield. Japanese commanders, large and small, changed their clothes one after another, took off their command knives, took off their white gloves, threw away the southern pistols that showed their identity, and chose to pick up the 380 rifles like the scumbag infantry. rifle.

They are all wearing dirty military uniforms and big leather shoes. Apart from these features, their appearance is almost the same as that of the big-headed soldiers.

The heroic officers of the Imperial Japanese Army are not afraid to serve His Majesty, but they do not want to die in vain in the long-range sniper killings of Chinese cold gunmen.

To put it bluntly, it’s just: I don’t want to die!

Officers can do this, but sergeants cannot. The sun flag hung at the muzzle of the gun is both a status symbol and a command flag. How about commanding a small man of fifteen people on a battlefield under heavy artillery fire and unable to use his voice to issue various orders? For team use.

Therefore, the targets of all precision shooters hiding behind the shooting holes can only be those guys who don't want to die but can only stand firm.