Chapter 143 If You Are Really that, Don’t Pretend to Be a Saint!

A strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

The warehouse defenders fired a machine gun and knocked down all the Japanese infantry on the battlefield.

The two tanks moved towards the buildings they had chosen.

In the panic, the two Type 89 tanks did not even move their turrets, with a posture of "I can't beat them, so why not hide?"

The Chinese people, who had been silent, were stunned for a long time before they reacted.

It turned out that these Japanese soldiers who rushed over with great momentum were just silver-plated gun heads! They were knocked down by a few shots.

"Haha!" The loud laughter that rang out actually made the battlefield, which should have been rumbling with gunfire, a little quiet.

To be honest, the atmosphere in the Japanese temporary command post was not frozen, but awkward.

Although they did not look at the expression on the face of the Japanese colonel, the lieutenant colonel and the major knew that the commander of the regiment could probably dig out a three-bedroom and two-living-room house on the ground with his toes.

Because their faces were all flushed and red, for the bunch of unpromising guys under their command.

It is estimated that the Japanese squad leaders on the battlefield also reacted in more than ten seconds. Isn't this a joke? The Chinese only have one cannon firing, and there are so many of us who are afraid of him!

They shouted loudly and reminded their subordinates to get up and continue to move forward. It doesn't matter if they are slow. The important thing is that our imperial army warriors are fearlessly moving forward in the face of "gunfire and rain of bullets".

This group of poor Japanese infantrymen may not realize that their so-called invincible beliefs have been worn away by the bullets of the defenders in the warehouse in the previous few days.

Not to mention here, if they are given any battlefield now, they may no longer have the fighting will to obey orders and move forward bravely.

Victory gives people confidence, and even a bear can become fierce.

Failure, however, can make people sink, especially this kind of continuous failure.

Those who can stand up again from continuous failures and win again will eventually achieve great success.

But obviously, the Japanese soldiers who were driven by their respective squad leaders with roars and then reluctantly climbed up and continued to move forward with bent backs were not included in this list.

The defenders in the warehouse finally opened fire.

The first shot fired by Tang Dao was the MG34 in his hand. The originator of the general-purpose machine gun was modified again.

It was still the battalion commander Yang Ruifu who was not smooth. Because he had to cover the rear, Lei Xiong naturally hung the telescope hanging on Yang Ruifu's neck on his neck, and then it was disassembled by Tang Dao again.

Both MG34s were tied with a monocular telescope.

Mounting a scope on a machine gun was not the original creation of Tang Dao.

In fact, in the Sino-Japanese battlefield not long after, the Japanese army had machine gunners doing this.

Tying a 2.5x scope to a light and heavy machine gun can search for positions hundreds of meters away, and then conduct concentrated fire after finding the target.

The original range of the heavy machine gun was nearly a thousand meters, but the long-distance mainly depends on the probability of output firepower. With the scope, it is naturally more targeted, and the harm to the Chinese army is self-evident.

But Tang Dao put a scope on this guy with violent firepower output, not to rely on any probability to hit the long-range Japanese army, but he can use this general machine gun with an effective range of up to a thousand meters as a sniper rifle.

A machine gun with a bracket and a long barrel, after having a scope, is fully qualified to become the longest-range and most accurate sniper rifle on this battlefield.

Although the Japanese soldiers less than 200 meters away are very clear, the Japanese grassroots commanders are dressed exactly the same as ordinary Japanese soldiers, and it is impossible to distinguish them with the naked eye. Only a 4x scope can allow Tang Dao to see their body movements clearly.

So, a Japanese soldier who was roaring and urging his subordinates died.

Tang Dao used short bursts. Three bullets were fired at that moment. Two hit the Japanese soldier's chest and one hit his abdomen. His subordinates carried him back and ran. He died before he even reached the front trench.

Damn Chinese, here they come again! The Japanese lieutenants and sergeants on the battlefield were all worried.

But no matter what, the attack had to continue. Japanese officers at all levels also figured out why they were attacked. They had to choose to give orders loudly after everyone lay on the ground.

They dared not speak when they stood up. They could only speak when they lay down. The Japanese grassroots commanders were so upset.

Of course, there were others who were more upset than the Japanese infantry.

They could only be the tank soldiers who were so arrogant before.

Before the battle, 'Iron Head' was ordered by Tang Dao. His target was only Japanese tanks, infantry and heavy machine gun fortifications. He didn't have to worry about them.

So, after failing to chase the tank that was moving coquettishly, he turned his gun and aimed at another Type 89 tank that was running a little hesitantly.

The commander and driver of the other tank were obviously not as decisive as Kikuta's sour guy, and they were still struggling whether to continue to cover the infantry or find a cover first.

Any hesitation on the battlefield will cost you your life. The Type 89 tank was walking towards the well-observed cover while trying to rotate the turret to fire a few shots at the front of the warehouse to show that it was not cowardly, which was a way to seek death.

If you want to be a whore, don't set up a memorial archway. Tietou used the artillery shells to teach this not-so-wise student a good lesson, but they had no chance to correct it.

The firing hole selected by the No. 1 machine gun is located in the middle of the warehouse. There are several main load-bearing columns there, all of which are poured with reinforced concrete with a diameter of nearly one meter. It is the position with the strongest defense in the warehouse.

Not to mention the 57mm tank gun, even the 120mm cannon, as long as the shells are not fired from the 70cm high and 150cm wide firing hole, the machine gun with an 8mm steel plate shield behind the wall will not be afraid.

The 89 tank fired several shots in a row, all hitting the wall three or four meters away from the firing hole, except for blowing out a cloud of black smoke.

In terms of effect, the heavy machine guns in the Japanese heavy machine gun fortifications 500 meters away on the opposite side fired a few bullets that penetrated from the firing holes and hit the steel plate shield with sparks.

"Damn, you are quite tough. Let me compete with you today to see who is tougher!" Tietou stepped hard on the firing pedal.

The machine gun shook violently and emptied the entire bullet plate in one breath.

Nearly half of the ten shells hit the body of the Type 89 tank.

There were no sparks flying. The rustic reactive armor on the body of the tank had a miraculous effect, which weakened the kinetic energy of the machine gun shells a lot, resulting in no shells penetrating the armor behind the sandbags.

"Yoshi! The Chinese machine guns have lost their threat to our tanks." A smile appeared on Jiro Wakiban's rosy face.

Unfortunately, that smile was like a flower bud in spring. Just when it was about to bloom, a vicious man came and pinched the flowers and branches.

The Chinese machine gun was the vicious man with bared fangs and claws.

The shells did not penetrate the armor, but there was no "rustic reactive armor" on the tracks. One shell hit the lower three roads of the Type 89 tank.

It was like a monkey picking peaches, which directly stopped the tank.

Damn it! Several Japanese officers 500 meters away looked wooden, and several Japanese tankmen in the tank were scared to death.

Everyone knows that losing mobility on the battlefield means death.

In the battles of the previous two months, the Chinese army, which did not have 37mm rapid-fire guns, did this.

They used infantry, and approached the 89 tanks without any casualties. They first used grenades or explosive packs to blow off the tank tracks, making the tanks immobile, and then tried to besiege the infantry so that the infantry could not rescue the tanks. Finally, they jumped on the tanks and tied explosive packs or cluster grenades to the turrets...

Now, although there are no infantry within 200 meters of the tanks, there is a machine gun that cannot be destroyed by the side, which is comparable to the sickle of the god of death.

Can sandbags always serve as the guardian of tanks?

The answer is obvious.