Chapter 148: Resilience Crushed by Cruelty

The first person to suffer was the gun range observer standing on the side of the infantry gun.

A Japanese infantry gun was basically operated by a squad of fifteen people, and the division of labor was very detailed, including gunners, observers and ammunition operators.

The 70mm infantry gun weighing 200 kilograms was already an excellent battalion-level fire support gun, but its transportation was still a hassle, especially for the Japanese army, which was also not very mechanized.

In the fifteen-man artillery squad, most of the people were ammunition soldiers who needed to participate in the transportation of the infantry gun barrel including ammunition.

The gun range observer, who was hit by the shell first, was one of the core members of the infantry gun squad. Losing the observer was like losing the eyes of the artillery.

Then, the shell that penetrated the sandbags on the edge of the fortifications and was as thick as a cigar penetrated directly into the upper part of the observer's neck. The huge kinetic energy directly blew his head into a bloody mist, while still moving forward, just hitting the steel gun shield of the infantry gun behind him.

The shell, whose kinetic energy had been weakened, did not give up its pace of running wildly. The bullet that was severely deflected by the steel shield became a ricochet bullet with no pattern to follow.

Then it hit the gunner who had just stood up on the other side of the infantry gun again. The deformed bullet hit the gunner's soft abdomen and instantly penetrated, leaving a horrible wound comparable to the size of a dish. Then it crashed into the sandbag on the other side of the fortification, making a hole the size of a teacup, indicating that the shell had been there.

The other two shells penetrated almost at the same time, but this time the Japanese army was very lucky, because the impact point was high, and the several ammunition handlers behind them were basically bending over and moving the shells, so they luckily avoided the kiss of the shells.

But the artillery squad leader who was responsible for giving orders and holding a small flag was not so lucky. Although his height was definitely not more than 1.6 meters, he was really standing too straight, causing the hurricane-like shells to hit his Type 90 steel helmet.

The steel helmet that could protect against falling rocks and shrapnel was pierced through like a piece of thin paper. The face under the steel helmet was shattered by the shells and what it looked like. The Japanese soldiers who raised their heads in horror only saw their squad leader standing for two seconds and then fell straight down like a rotten wood.

Then, the blood mist was sprinkled all over the sky. That was the beautiful picture of the first dead Japanese soldier's head being blown up. The blood fountain spurting out from the neck cavity was the source of the blood mist.

Touching it casually with your hand, the whole head and face are slippery.

If you are more careful, you can even find a lot of warm flesh of unknown color on the body.

There was no howling of pain. The two Japanese soldiers who died from the shattered head or the pierced head both died very quietly.

Because the death came too unexpectedly, leaving them no time to be afraid.

It was not until five seconds later that the Japanese soldiers whose chests and abdomens were pierced and saw that their organs that had slipped out could no longer be stuffed back began to cry in despair, and the Japanese soldiers in the fortifications began to vomit desperately.

The infantry had seen the bloody and bloody scenes on the battlefield. After the bombardment, all kinds of human body parts flew everywhere. After the war, they even had to find the bodies of their colleagues that had been broken into hundreds of pieces in the mud bit by bit.

But for the artillerymen who were only responsible for firing from a distance, it was really a psychological torture to have all kinds of brain tissues of their colleagues hanging on their bodies, and to see their colleagues' extremely fresh and trembling livers and steaming intestines.

The tenacity that once dared to shoot against machine guns was defeated in the cruelty beyond the limit of human beings. At least three Japanese soldiers vomited and knelt on the ground crying.

And the Japanese soldier who could not save himself also fell to the ground, his face as pale as paper. He had lost too much blood and had no extra strength to cry, but the begging in his colleagues' eyes clearly said: I can still save him.

However, even a person with a brain defect knew that he could not survive. Not to mention that his internal organs were exposed, the blood from such a huge wound alone almost drained all the blood in his body.

Otherwise, how could he become so pale, like a pretty boy.

Until the end of the battle, this infantry gun never fired again. Although only three people died, the observer, gunner and commander were all killed. The remaining people were mentally broken. It was a miracle that they could continue to fight.

Not to mention that the artillerymen who were in the scene collapsed, even a lieutenant of the 2nd Infantry Battalion who angrily broke into the fortifications and urged the gunners to fire, saw such a terrible scene, and couldn't hold back the churning in his stomach for a while, and vomited on the spot.

Of course, for Tietou, the initiator, he couldn't see the results of his battle.

Besides, even if he saw it, he wouldn't be very happy.

His opponent was not just this infantry artillery fortification. In his field of vision, there was another infantry artillery that was firing frantically. The vibration caused by the bombardment of the wall not far away stimulated his adrenaline, as if the next moment, the terrible shells of the infantry artillery would blow him and the machine gun into flying parts.

This was not a battle about victory or failure, but a battle to see who would die last.

What everyone here wanted was to die last.

Only in this way could they go underground and report to the brothers who died first: Brother, I will help you get revenge.

The bombardment between the machine gun and the infantry artillery continued.

But the Japanese infantry had advanced at least 50 meters. The smoke bombs they created and the thick smoke from the guns and artillery fire could not even block the increasingly hideous faces under their 90 steel helmets.

From the perspective of everyone in the concession, especially those standing on high buildings with binoculars, they can see the entire battlefield clearly.

The Sihang Warehouse is like a delicious cake, and I don’t know how many khaki ants are rushing towards this ‘cake’.

The nearest Japanese infantry is even less than 60 meters away, but they still don’t stand up. Having learned the lessons of the previous few days, they are no longer blindly arrogant and start to charge from 100 meters away, and then they are swept to the ground by the metal torrents sprayed by the numerous long and short continuous-fire firearms in the warehouse.

They have been crawling on the ground, although the speed is not fast, but it makes people feel more terrified.

If they get closer to 20 to 30 meters, they may stand up and charge, charging against the bullets in the warehouse that are suppressed by their own artillery fire.

The shorter the distance, the less time it will take, perhaps only four seconds. As long as they don’t die under the Chinese bullets, they can rush downstairs, find a blind spot for shooting, and carry out various explosions.

With the previous lesson, the Japanese army would never rush into the building as a whole team and become the prey of the trap that had been set.

Regardless of whether there were demolition soldiers carrying explosive packs, many of the infantrymen following them even carried sandbags on their backs, which were used to quickly build temporary fortifications downstairs.

Although it was not the end of the warehouse defenders, as the solid walls were blown open, it was like a crab with its claws bared. After removing the hard back shell, only the tender crab meat was left inside. It no longer had the previous combat power. It was only a matter of time before the whole army was annihilated.

The hearts of the Chinese who saw all this seemed to be pinched by a big hand, making people almost breathless.

"Lieutenant Colonel Xie, your subordinates are very brave, but their troops are too few." Colonel James looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh with regret. "Japanese, quickly capture their positions."

Even though he hoped that this offensive and defensive battle with a huge disparity in combat power would end soon before the battle began, when this scene was about to appear, he still felt sad for the Chinese soldiers who fought tenaciously.

It was not just because the two Chinese commanders were in his observation fortifications.

The lieutenant colonel who had been standing straight and looking ahead had a solemn look in his eyes, but answered him neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Colonel James, I think you are too arbitrary. The Japanese can't capture the warehouse this morning, even if they are given a day."

"Really?" Colonel James couldn't help but curl his lips.

It was difficult for him to understand the confidence of the Chinese lieutenant colonel in front of him, and he could even say that it could be called arrogant and conceited.

Is it because they defended against the Japanese army's crazy attack for three consecutive days and nights?

But the fact is that the strength of the troops in the warehouse has now been reduced to one-third or even more!

"Because there are Tang swords there!" The lieutenant colonel did not say the reason why he stood up straight.

But, he was so confident.

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