Chapter 147 Let's See Who Is Lucky

Fear of death, but can't hide or avoid it!

This is what it means to live towards death.

However, the fearless Chinese soldiers also encountered a tenacious opponent.

The Japanese artillery was equally fearless. The Suloton machine gun, which could penetrate 15mm steel plates within 500 meters, had amazing penetration. Although the semi-permanent field fortifications that could resist mortar bombardment also had a 10mm steel plate nearly 1.5 meters high installed in the front and a thick layer of sandbags, it did not mean that all areas were protected by steel plates. As long as the shells penetrated the fortifications, it might be a bloody storm.

When the machine gun shells hit the front of the fortifications and smoke and dust rose, the Japanese artillerymen did not panic, but instead bulged their eyes and puffed their cheeks and held their strength to shoot at the warehouse.

In terms of this fearless spirit, the two sides of soldiers who used shells as long spears to confront each other were indeed the two best groups in the East of the world at this time.

Chinese soldiers have their reasons to fight to the death and defend, while the Japanese army also has the so-called samurai spirit. In the face of death, they are not as cowardly as the legend says.

In this case, who lives and who dies is not determined by the accuracy of the artillery fire of both sides, nor by whose nerves are tougher, but more by luck.

Whoever God is on the side of will have the last laugh.

Even the Japanese colonel and lieutenant colonel in the Japanese front-line command were shocked by the fearless confrontation of the artillery of both sides.

In the telescope, groups of artillery fire bloomed like blooming roses on the wide and thick walls of the Sihang Warehouse. Even the closest one exploded three meters away from the sandbag fortifications of the Chinese window, but the machine gun was unmoved. The flames from the muzzle hurt the eyes of the two Japanese officers hiding behind the telescope hundreds of meters away.

"These Chinese are more stubborn than you can imagine!" Jiro Wakiita put down the telescope in his hand, fear on his face, and sighed sincerely: "If we meet only such Chinese, how can this imperial holy war win?"

"Fortunately! Among the hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops, less than one-tenth have such a fearless spirit." Makino Shunya echoed on the side.

Although they were beaten very hard by the warehouse defenders in the past few days, it was the first time for these two to evaluate the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side with such a nearly praising tone.

Perhaps, they were stunned by such a heroic scene of machine guns and infantry guns firing at each other, or perhaps, they were whitewashing their own incompetence! Only the two Japanese military officers knew the emotions in their hearts.

"Such an elite Chinese army, no matter how much it costs, we must kill it, so as to avoid more imperial warriors losing their precious lives." Jiro Wakiita looked at his subordinates who echoed him, and his tone was extremely firm.

"Mr. Makino, do you think so or not?"

"Yes, sir, in front of the Chinese who are watching the battle, kill them all and destroy their so-called confidence. I believe that it will only benefit the Empire's future all-out war against China. I believe that both the sir, the division commander and the sir, General Matsui, know this." Makino Shun nodded heavily.

Although he was somewhat annoyed that his superior always wanted to find excuses for his own tactics that caused too much loss, the Japanese lieutenant colonel's words came from the heart.

Killing the rebellious Chinese army in front of him would definitely destroy the confidence that the Chinese had just born.

This should be the most important purpose of the war so far.

Yes, no matter how elite the warehouse defenders in front of him were, they were only more than a hundred or a few hundred people. They could not stop the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Great Japanese Empire, but those unarmed Chinese could.

Because they represent the Chinese behind them. Four hundred million people, what a huge population base.

When the Japanese lieutenant colonel thought of so many Chinese people, even if they only picked out the people of working age, there would be as many as 100 million people. He had the urge to squeeze his pants.

You know, for this war, the empire's 17 permanent divisions, 10 divisions, nearly 300,000 troops sounded very powerful and domineering, but it had already weakened the defense of Japan's mainland to the minimum.

Now we have defeated the 700,000 Chinese troops, but what about the future? Will we have to deal with millions or tens of millions? Thinking of this number, the Japanese lieutenant colonel felt that it was impossible not to feel empty.

In fact, his prediction was correct.

In the past, China recruited more than 10 million adult men to join the army, more than 6 million were involved in the war, and more than 3 million were killed and wounded. In order to deal with such a large number of Chinese troops, Japan was also forced to increase its troops. By the middle of the war, as the invaded territory became larger and larger, the army stationed in China basically remained at around 2 million.

And these 2 million are already most of Japan's army. After the outbreak of the Pacific War in the future, they can only have a pitiful 400,000 infantrymen to compete with Western countries on the small islands in the Pacific. Once a large number of troops are withdrawn, it is estimated that they will be killed by the Chinese counterattack before they even arrive.

The Japanese really overestimated their appetite, just like they underestimated China's war potential.

"Yoshi! Makino-kun, you are right. We must crush the confidence of the Chinese, just like our brave artillery boys." Wakiita Jiro nodded with satisfaction and said. "Then, Makino Shun, you can give the order to let the empire's infantry warriors choose the right time to charge!"

"Hi!" Makino Shun nodded heavily.

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Tietou's machine gun emptied at least three magazines in the more than 50-second bombardment.

And the two infantry guns of the Japanese army also fired at least 10 shells.

It was just luck, which obviously did not stand on the side of the Japanese today.

Tietou was bleeding.

An infantry shell hit the wall five meters away. The concrete fragments stirred up by the explosion happened to pass through the firing hole and hit the steel shield of the machine gun. The instantly shattered fragments passed through his eyebrows, as if he was chopped, and the whole eyebrow was broken in the middle, and blood flowed.

The blood flowed into his eyes, dyeing his eyeballs red. The sergeant squad leader of the artillery squad of Tietou's deputy gunner exclaimed and wanted to press the first aid kit seized from the Japanese to stop the bleeding, but he was kicked away by him. The bloody eyes were always against the sight, although there was now blood all over the place and nothing could be seen clearly.

Behind the blood was the Japanese infantry artillery fortifications.

He had to kill them before he and the machine gun were blown into pieces.

Otherwise, not only would he die, but his brothers would also die.

With red eyes staring forward, he heard a familiar "click" from below, which was the sound of the fourth bullet plate being broken.

Without hesitation, the second lieutenant of the machine gun company stepped hard on the firing pedal and never let go until the last shell rushed out of the muzzle.

A Japanese infantry gun was misfired.

In fact, the Japanese engineers had tried very hard. In front of the infantry gun fortifications, two layers of sandbags were built and a 10mm steel plate was sandwiched. Even if it was hit by the machine gun head-on, it might not be able to penetrate.

Facts have proved that although the machine gun shells with more than 30 rounds of frontal firing hit the fortifications with nearly 10 shells and punched large holes in the sandbags, they did not completely penetrate the steel plate and the sandbags behind the steel plate and cause any damage to the Japanese artillery behind them.

Because of the blood pouring into his eyes, the second lieutenant, who was already killing people, still tried to open his eyes, but his vision was still affected, and the muzzle of the gun subconsciously raised by a millimeter.

It was this millimeter that cost the lives of the Japanese artillerymen in the infantry artillery fortifications.

It was originally an extremely low probability to hit the 30 centimeters above the 1.5-meter-high steel plate in the field fortifications that were less than 1.8 meters high, but as long as the probability was not zero, it meant that it was possible.

At least three shells penetrated into the fortifications through this 30-centimeter gap.

The Japanese soldiers were not tall, but they could still be 1.6 meters tall, and 1.5 meters tall was actually only a small part.

But at this moment, the shorter ones were definitely taking advantage.