Chapter 30 Hope!

Although it was a tactical deception that made the Japanese army unable to figure out the organization and strength of the defenders in the warehouse, the machine gun shells were real.

The Swedish-made Suloton machine gun has an effective range of more than 2,500 meters, not to mention the current 400 meters.

Indeed, as the king bomb weapon in the Chinese army, the Suloton machine gun is basically assigned to the artillery regiment directly under the infantry division. The machine gun shooters at the infantry battalion and regiment level have few opportunities to contact it, but Lei Xiong's machine gun company is different.

As the fire support company of the main battalion of the 524th Regiment of the Imperial Guard, they had collectively received short-term special training on light artillery such as Suloton machine guns and 37mm anti-tank guns half a year before the war, and were not unfamiliar with this kind of machine gun.

And Lei Xiong, this pervert, not only ranked first in the machine gun assessment in the training, but also had a higher accuracy than the instructors sent by the division artillery battalion. In the words of the division artillery regiment commander, Lei Xiong should not be a company commander at all, but a gunner.

I can only say that this guy was born to be a soldier.

Of course, the god gunner also needs to test fire, and Lei Xiong is no exception. He needs to recalibrate according to the trajectory of the test fire.

So, the Japanese army on the march first felt not the bloody death brought by the machine gun in the queue, but the wall bricks not far away were shot and exploded or punched into a big hole, and then heard the low muffled sound of "bang bang" from the 20mm machine gun.

"Baga! Enemy attack! Hide." The Japanese captain who was walking at the end of the team and didn't even have a command knife and a telescope hanging on his back was scared. Before shouting, he nimbly fell to the ground and rolled into the ruined house on the street.

Compared with many of his colleagues who like to wear long leather boots, white gloves and carry command knives, Koizumi Rei is definitely a cautious person.

After two months of bloody battles, at least one-third of those idiots who like to pretend to be cool have entered the small wooden box wrapped in white cloth.

The favorite targets of Chinese cold gunners are white gloves and command knives, and finally the guy with the sun flag tied to his rifle.

If you show off, you will be fucked. This philosophy of life was actually understood by a Japanese in this era.

That was the sound of the Chinese being able to blow up the imperial tank armored machine gun. Damn it, could it be that a Chinese infantry regiment was really stuffed into that building?

Koizumi Reicheng dodged quickly and made accurate judgments.

However, the Japanese captain did not have time to think about why the Chinese were crazy enough to use machine guns, such a trump card weapon, to deal with their infantry. At that moment, he just wanted to escape to the house with walls as quickly as possible, even if it was a broken house with holes in it, as if it could be kicked down with one foot.

Because he didn't want to become a pool of minced meat, he was previously the captain of the 3rd Infantry Squadron and was blown up by such a machine gun.

Yes, not killed, but blown up.

The shells as thick as cigars should have only hit the captain's chest and abdomen, and then half of his chest and abdomen, along with a shoulder, disappeared; then, the half of his body that had not fallen down was hit again, and it was unknown where it was hit this time. Later, it was thought that it should be near the throat, and then the head was gone; the entire upper body was torn into several pieces alive, leaving only a buttocks and two thighs in place, and the long leather boots were intact to show his status as a lieutenant.

Koizumi Reicheng, who witnessed the burning of two legs on the wooden frame, felt that his eyes were cold at that moment. Wasn't that the so-called jade death?

He really didn't want to repeat the mistakes of that unlucky guy!

Without a head, how can the soul return to his hometown? How can he hear the beautiful girl singing softly under the cherry tree?

So, when he heard the unique muffled sound of the Chinese machine gun, the Japanese captain immediately ran away with his head in his hands. If there was a hole in the ground, he would definitely be the first to get in.

And the so-called pride of the Imperial Japanese Army... . . . . . .

Let's put it aside for now! Those who don't know how to fire have all turned into ashes now.

That's right, the Chinese are too uncivilized. Who would go all-in and reveal their cards before even meeting each other? The Japanese captain who turned over and hid in the broken house was so angry that he couldn't help being angry.

In the words of the future, you are really unethical!

"Damn it! I missed!" Lei Xiong punched his thigh in frustration, watching the shit-yellow people in the distance scattering into the ruins, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "But what's the point of hiding in there?"

A 20mm caliber machine gun can penetrate a 17mm steel plate within a distance of 500 meters. The anti-aircraft machine gun originally used for air defense was often used to level and hit Japanese tanks when the war situation was critical.

Most of the houses in Songhu are brick-concrete-wood structures, and now there are only ruins left. In the face of the terrifying penetrating power of such shells, the protection is not much stronger than a piece of paper.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The muffled sound of the machine gun in Lei Xiong's hand rang again.

In the gaps between the many firing points of the Sihang Warehouse, hundreds of eyes and three telescopes cast their eager eyes on the battlefield where the Japanese army was fleeing, watching the clouds of smoke rising from the ruins.

A machine gun knocked down nearly two infantry squadrons of the Japanese army with hundreds of people.

On the banks of the Suzhou River, the Western soldiers standing guard by the river in neat uniforms jumped into the field fortifications that had been built long ago after hearing the muffled sound of the machine guns, and looked around at the other side with wide eyes.

The refugees who had originally retreated to their temporary shacks under the corners of the tall buildings pricked up their ears at that moment.

Then, when they looked up at the opposite side, they saw dark blue military uniforms active on the Sihang Warehouse building, which was only a few dozen meters away from them.

That was the unique uniform color of the Chinese army.

It was our people, and they went to war with the Japanese invaders again!

The Chinese, who had experienced a wave of excitement last night, were excited again.

Especially the men, because of the invasion of the Japanese invaders, their warm home was gone, their wives' gentle smiles disappeared, their faces became increasingly haggard, their children's chubby faces were replaced by pale and thin faces, and their parents' old and weak bodies could not withstand this cold winter, but as the heads of the family, they could only bring them some white porridge and fermented bean curd.

There was nothing else they could do.

The family could only live like wild dogs.

The hatred in their hearts for the invaders can be imagined.

They stood up, some broke free from their wives' hands holding their clothes and walked alone, while others simply pulled up their sleepy sons...

"Come on, son, Dad will take you to watch the officers fight the Japanese."

"Dad, I'm hungry!" The ignorant child didn't understand anything, but he instinctively cried out that he was hungry.

"After watching the fight, Dad will buy you a cake!" The middle-aged man in the robe who held his son touched the last silver dollar in his pocket, looked at the dark blue figure not far away, and said resolutely.

Just celebrate in advance, I hope they can win this time.

This may also be the most urgent wish of all the people who rushed to the river like a tide.

Across the river, it used to be their home.

But the home is gone.

This concession is not home.

Their lives have been completely shrouded in darkness, and no one can see hope. Perhaps only those dark blues, as long as they have not given up fighting, there is still hope to go home.