Chapter 144 Little Smart Wants to Become a Ghost

The Type 89 tank, which had lost its power, panicked and desperately fired at the approximate location where the machine gun was firing.

However, it was useless. The firing hole, which was no more than one square meter in area, was too small when viewed from more than 100 meters away.

The eyes of the ‘iron head’, which had loaded another bullet plate, were shining. It poured another bullet plate at the big iron lump that had lost its mobility.

“Bang, bang, bang!” Ten shells whizzed in and all hit the Type 89 tank that could not move.

Most of them hit the sandbags. The sound of the shells penetrating the sandbags and hitting the steel plates was like a cry from the god of death, which put the armored knights in the tanks under unparalleled psychological pressure.

No one knew whether a shell would hit the gap in the sandbags and penetrate the steel plate, which was only 10 mm thick, and then tear their fragile bodies to pieces.

Fortunately, their rustic reactive armor was really good. After listening to the heart-pounding symphony of "Rain on Banana Leaves" with their pants held in their crotch, not a single shell penetrated the steel plate.

At the same time, the No. 8 vehicle commanded by Kikuta Yuzo had already hidden behind the damaged three-story building and was trying to turn the front of the vehicle to aim the tank gun at the warehouse.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the tank gun blasted a sandbag fortification on the first floor into pieces.

Seeing that one of their own tanks withstood the ravages of the opponent's machine guns, and the other tank fired with great accuracy, the Japanese army, which was almost lying forward 150 meters away, seemed to have gained a lot of courage from it, and began to get up from the ground and increase the speed of advance.

A large number of smoke bombs were also fired from the Japanese grenade launchers in the rear, making the 100 meters in front of the position foggy, like a fairyland.

The Chinese people watching the battle fell silent again.

They didn't know what was going on in the warehouse, but judging from the current situation, it was almost certain that the counterattack in the warehouse was far less powerful than before.

"The dog is pretty tough!" Tietou, who was angry that his 20 consecutive shells were not fully effective, punched the steel shield of the machine gun fiercely, but continued to roar: "Load the bullet plate!"

Ten shells don't work, then ten more!

Like a general, like a soldier, Tietou has the same unyielding personality as Lei Xiong.

No fear! Just do it!

As for the ammunition reserve, that is not his concern. The current highest commander of the warehouse, Tang Dao, has already said that if they can't defend it now, what else can they think about in the future.

Their current task is to empty all the bullets in the warehouse and hurt the Japanese so that they will have psychological trauma when they think of the Sihang Warehouse.

Another ten shells swept over.

People will never be lucky all the time.

So this time, the Japanese started to have bad luck.

Perhaps because Tietou was too excited, when he fired the gun, the muzzle of the machine gun trembled slightly, and a shell did not hit the exposed side front wing of the tank so accurately, but hit the rear half of the tank that was exposed very little.

The steel plate there was thinner than the front of the tank, and what was even worse was that the sandbags hung there by the Japanese engineers were less numerous.

So, the slightly deviated shell hit the gap in the sandbag and penetrated the steel plate, breaking into the tank.

What was even worse was that the Type 89 tank was rear-driven by a diesel engine.

The high temperature caused by the friction when the shell penetrated the steel plate ignited the lubricating oil in the engine, and then ignited the fuel in the engine.

The fire rose from the back half of the tank almost at that moment, and the black smoke and flames were at least two meters high.

A few seconds later, the top cover of the tank was opened, and a Japanese tank soldier with a body bathed in fire came out of it with great effort, rolling on the ground to try to put out the flames on his body.

The Japanese infantry not far away just wanted to go up to help him, and a creepy "bang bang" sound came from the tank, which was the sound of the heavy machine gun bullets stored in the ammunition box being roasted and exploded.

There are not only machine gun bullets in the Type 89 tank, but also shells! This desperate thought was still spinning in the mind of the Japanese infantry.

There was a loud "boom!" and more than 20 shells in the tank exploded.

The huge explosion blew the 12-ton steel behemoth up more than one meter in the air, and the heavy turret was blown away more than ten meters. A Japanese infantryman who was still drawing circles in his mind was directly beaten into a pulp, with only two feet and calves left in place.

The scene was very scary!

As for the tank soldier who was still rolling around trying to put out the fire, his wish was fulfilled.

The shock wave formed by the explosion directly blew out the fire on his body, but looking at the weird posture of him being blown away more than ten meters and falling to the ground, it was known that he would be burned again in the future.

Kikuta Yuzo watched his colleague from the observation hole and was finished like this. While his eyes were cold, he was very glad that he was a smart guy. He knew that the sandbag was useless and it was an extremely correct choice to hide here immediately.

This man naturally could not see that someone in the warehouse was silently watching the movements of his No. 8 tank through the observation hole.

From the withdrawal at 3 a.m. to 3:10 a.m. when more than a hundred people returned to the warehouse and gave Jiro Wakiita a big middle finger, to the arrival of the first rays of dawn, there were nearly two and a half hours in between.

According to the combat concept of Tang Dao, all available materials should be used before the battle to inflict the greatest damage on the enemy.

During these two hours, the soldiers were not only cleaning their guns, but also thinking about how to use the remaining supplies in the warehouse to kill the Japanese who were about to attack tomorrow.

The most stuff in the warehouse was naturally potatoes. Thousands of kilograms of potatoes could resist hunger but could not kill people. The next most stuff was grenades and explosives.

The 88th Division headquarters left 3,000 grenades. Although a lot of them were used in the first three days, there were still more than 2,000 grenades. When more than 200 people retreated, each of them hung 4 grenades on their bodies, and there were more than 1,000 grenades and more than 50 boxes left, which was enough to support more than 100 people in the warehouse to fight for several days.

There were more than 500 kilograms of explosives left. To be honest, when the Japanese army began to use 120 heavy artillery, these more than 500 kilograms of explosives were also a thing that made the warehouse defenders tremble with fear.

Mountain artillery and infantry artillery can't blow through the wall. The explosives were originally buried under the load-bearing columns or stored in the house, so there is no need to worry. But the 120 heavy artillery can't. Once the wall is blown open and falls into the building, the violent vibration or the accidental hitting of the explosives will be the end of the world.

There is no need for the Japanese to attack, they will blow themselves up.

The warehouse will be blown up, and the concessions dozens of meters away from the warehouse will also be unlucky.

When the platoon leaders of 'Iron Head' and others came to report to Tang Dao, they mentioned this matter with some worry. Tang Dao smiled faintly and pointed outside: "Since you think it's dangerous to put it in the warehouse, you can put some of it outside. If it blows up flowers and plants, let Mother Earth greet the ancestors of the Japanese pirates. However, at least leave 200 kilograms, I will need it later."

In the past few days, the platoon leaders who have already touched some of the Tang Dao's combat skills naturally don't need Tang Dao to explain in detail, and they understand it.

Leng Feng, with his men, carried 60 kilograms of high explosives and ran 200 meters away under the cover of night. The location he chose to bury the explosives seemed to be the building chosen by the three unlucky guys in Kikuta.

Perhaps it was not a burial at all. The battlefield was full of ruins and broken wood and rubble. There was no need to cover it up deliberately. Just wrap it in rags and find a corner to throw it in. I believe that the Japanese army would not be so meticulous as to check if there was any danger before hiding behind the wall, even if they had been blown to death by the trip mines set by Tang Dao.

In other words, even if they were so awesome that they had to search for hiding places under the rain of bullets and finally found the explosives, what could they do?

Could they dig out the explosives and eat them one spoonful at a time?

They could only watch helplessly and then run away screaming.

On the sketch Leng Feng marked with charcoal in his arms, there was 20 kilograms of explosives he had thrown in the corner next to the building where the Japanese tank was located.

"Mortar, fire at that position!" Leng Feng gave the order in a cold voice after he was sure that the Japanese tanks would not flee even if they were killed.

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PS: Well, there are several book friends in the comment area who left messages saying that the 140th chapter is still in the warehouse, saying Feng Yueshui. How to say this! Feng Yue is a person with delicate emotions, especially likes to write details and feelings, so I wrote a little more. You point out the shortcomings, can't I change it? Tomorrow, I will lead the army to kill the Japanese Expeditionary Force Headquarters. Is it okay to step on the capital of Dong? It is guaranteed to be very cool.

Ahem, this is a joke, but Feng Yue really accepts criticism. The final climax of the battle in the Sihang Warehouse is over in a dozen pictures, and the scene will be changed immediately. I hope everyone will be patient. This time, Feng Yue promises that it will definitely be finished within these chapters. Please continue to support me!

Also, the big brother who said he would give me the silver alliance, Feng Yue really can't be released in fifty chapters, how about this, Feng Yue has already vomited blood after five chapters on the day of listing, you give it to the alliance leader, it is also counted as silver divided by ten, haha! However, I am really grateful to the big brother "Xiang Peng Pi Dan" for liking Feng Yue's book.