Chapter 146: Cannon Vs. Cannon

On the battlefield filled with gunpowder.

The Japanese soldiers who continued to stay in place were hit by the rubble falling from the sky and wailed in pain. The Japanese soldiers who jumped up to escape were mowed down by Leng Feng's three light machine guns that had been prepared long ago.

Just by visual estimation, this wave killed at least 20 to 30 Japanese soldiers, so that not many people cared about the 89 tank that was blown to the ground by the blast.

They chose to hide behind the small building, and the soldiers who went outside the building to secretly bury the explosives had already regarded them as dead.

"Fuck you! This method is good! If we had known that this could be done, we should have brought more explosives. I want to see how many of them we can blow up." Lei Xiong put down the MG34 machine gun in his hand, sighing with regret.

"The little devils are not that stupid. If it happens again, they will react quickly." Tang Dao continued to look into the distance with the scope on the machine gun, without looking back, and replied lightly.

Sure enough, half a minute later, with the six shells fired in succession by another mortar squad on the roof, the explosives hidden in a small building on the left wing were also detonated, and more than a dozen devils were sent to the sky.

The Japanese soldiers on the battlefield were like frightened little animals, crawling out of the buildings one after another.

Even if they were stupid, they also knew the purpose of the Chinese consuming artillery shells to bomb these dilapidated buildings. Those places where they could hide from bullets were secretly placed with explosives by the hateful Chinese.

That thing is even more terrible than bullets.

Don't look at bullets too much, but you can still hide in any bomb crater or under the ruins. As long as you don't stand up and rush forward stupidly, the chance of survival is definitely higher than 80%, but explosives are not the same. Once they explode, the area within a radius of 100 meters or even 1,000 meters will be reduced to slag.

Two consecutive waves of explosions destroyed a tank of their own side, and sent dozens of colleagues to drink tea with Amaterasu, which is the best proof.

No Japanese dared to hide in the remaining buildings, even though they knew that the Chinese could not bury explosives everywhere, but who knew if they would win the jackpot?

By this time, the Japanese army had no tanks to help block the guns. In addition to the heavy machine guns that were still firing tirelessly, the artillery fire of infantry guns and other artillery had completely stopped.

When the mortars and machine guns of their own side spoke one after another, the infantrymen in the warehouse also hid behind the fortifications and aimed at the Japanese infantrymen who were still crawling forward on the position and fired.

Whether they could hit them or not, it was important to make the Japanese infantrymen dare not move forward quickly, so that their mortars could throw more shells first.

The Japanese army was now very embarrassed. The opponent's light machine guns and rifles fired one after another, and there were mortars falling one by one on their heads.

Although the mortar fire was not dense, with only five or six shells fired at the battlefield per minute, at least one or two unlucky people would be taken away if they fell.

After all, the Sihang Warehouse was so small, and the closer the distance, the smaller the attack surface would be. But their colonel with a bag in his head threw more than 700 infantrymen at once. Even though they were divided into several waves, the density was high enough.

In just two minutes, because they lay low enough, few people died under the bullets, but 20 to 30 people were taken away by mortar shells. Although this ratio was not high compared to the total number of people, it was terrifying!

God knows if the Chinese mortar gunners will choose themselves as their target in the next moment? The feeling of passively waiting to die is really painful.

In fact, Jiro Wakiita, who was watching the battle at a distance of 500 meters, did not change his expression on his face, and he was also thinking "Fuck" in his heart.

He could see that the firepower of the warehouse defenders was not as strong as it was a few days ago due to the reduction in the number of people, but the opponent's "shamelessness" had increased again.

It took more than two hours from retreating to the warehouse to dawn. Instead of hiding in the warehouse and trembling, they came up with a new trick, burying explosives on the battlefield and then detonating them with artillery shells...

If the battle cannot be resolved today, the battlefield must not remain dark tonight, otherwise God knows what new tricks they will come up with.

Every new trick must be watered with the blood of the imperial infantry.

Although he knew that his involuntary thought of "the battle cannot be resolved today" was very sinful, the Japanese colonel just couldn't stop it.

Of course, this kind of anger and shame can only be buried in the bottom of his heart, and it is impossible to tell anyone.

Even, he had to cover it up.

The last two Type 89 tanks assigned to the division were completely destroyed, but the current casualties were still within the acceptable range. The Japanese colonel still did not issue a withdrawal order, but continued to look at the battlefield ahead with a cold face.

It must be admitted that the Japanese army's battlefield execution is terrible. Although they are now at a disadvantage and a little embarrassed, as long as the commander does not issue a withdrawal order, they are still heading towards the target.

Even if they crawled forward in the ruins, even if they hid behind a not-so-solid bunker and fired at the Chinese defenders, no one retreated.

The firepower of the Japanese army responsible for covering was more resolute than the previous two days. Perhaps they were afraid that the distance of 500 meters was still far and would cause accidental attacks on their own infantry, so they actually moved the infantry artillery fortifications forward 100 meters, only 400 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse.

Then, the four infantry artillery guns that approached opened fire directly.

The fortifications they built with thick logs and sandbags were enough to resist mortar shells, which was also the most fatal shortcoming of the curved guns, which could not cause damage to solid fortifications.

In the future North China Plain, the most important fulcrum of the blockade war adopted by Okamura Neiji was to build a large number of artillery towers, which was also to bully their opponents who had no direct-aiming guns. If there were a few direct-aiming guns, no matter how solid the artillery tower was, it would only be a live target.

From the day it was born, the mortar was destined to be a short- and medium-range fire support weapon for infantry attacks. Its characteristics were to hit open-air fire points and kill infantry formations, but if it was to deal with solid fortifications and armored targets, it would naturally be beyond its ability.

The close-range bombardment of these four infantry guns posed a great threat to the front of the Sihang Warehouse. Although it still could not break the wall, if it hit the sandbag fortifications, it would be a death sentence, and there would be no other outcome.

After a one-minute bombardment, the four infantry guns destroyed at least five windows of the sandbag fortifications. One shell even went through the window and hit the building, blasting an inner wall into pieces. Fortunately, there were no soldiers around and no ammunition was stored in that room, otherwise the loss would be great.

The infantrymen, who were mainly protected by sandbag fortifications, were suppressed and retreated to the inside of the wall. They did not dare to throw themselves down and shoot at their own positions.

Except for the heavy machine guns and several light machine guns behind the shooting holes, which were still trying to shoot the Japanese infantry who were ready to move, the firepower in the warehouse was instantly weakened by two-thirds.

Tietou's machine gun did not stop the bombardment, not because he was hiding behind the shooting hole.

The several infantry gun fortifications that the Japanese army approached were carefully designed. They were not just logs and sandbag fortifications that could withstand the intensity of mortar bombardment, but also the firing range.

They are basically not frontal warehouses, with a certain oblique angle, which can ensure that the warehouse is hit and the shells will not hit the concession, but it is just out of reach for the limited firing range of the machine guns in the middle of the warehouse.

Unless, behind the corresponding sandbag fortifications, but then, once hit, even if there is still a difference of one or two meters, it is enough to take away a ten-man machine gun squad.

Tietou did not hesitate. If the fierce power of the infantry guns cannot be curbed, the Japanese infantry will start to charge, and the warehouse may not even survive this morning.

He can only shoot at them to see who is lucky enough. If he is lucky, he can continue to live.

Both machine guns were placed in front of the warehouse by Tietou, the platoon leader, after asking Tang Dao for instructions.

But this time, there was no thick wall to shield them.

In order to hit the opponent's fortifications, the machine guns were behind the shooting piles made of sandbags.

One side is a 70mm infantry gun, and the other side is a 20mm machine gun. Both are big killers that will kill you if you touch them or die if you touch them.

The first shell fell, and the knight on the ancient battlefield raised his spear and pointed it at the enemy on the opposite side.

Then, he galloped on his horse, with his spear level, and charged!

However, this kind of hot weapon duel across a long space is much more terrifying than the cold weapon duel.

Because no one knows whether he will chop off the enemy's head or the enemy's spear will pierce his chest in the next moment.

The huge psychological pressure made Cheng Tietou, known as Tietou, sweat all over his face.

The friends around him were sweating through their heavy clothes, as if they had just taken a shower.

It was really an extraordinary excitement, so exciting that people's hearts almost stopped beating.

The only thing that remained unchanged was that Lieutenant Tietou's hands were very steady.