Chapter 31 A Blow to the Head

For a full minute, the machine gun controlled by Lei Xiong was showing off its power.

All the Japanese soldiers were avoiding the terrible machine gun fire, even though the machine gun's impact point was still hundreds of meters away from most of the Japanese soldiers.

But no one dared to bet whether the machine gun would suddenly be interested in them.

That was a typical bet that would not benefit if you won, but would be shattered if you lost.

But the Japanese soldiers near Lei Xiong's impact point had no intention of betting. They could only hide behind the ruins, holding their heads and praying to Amaterasu, praying that they would not be so unlucky to be hit by the crazy machine gun shells.

Lei Xiong, who had fired a magazine continuously, finally adjusted his sights. After inserting a new magazine, he comfortably fired a long burst at a block where he observed that there were more Japanese soldiers hiding.

The trajectory formed by firing seven or eight shells in a row exploded with clouds of khaki smoke on the ground, and from a distance it looked like a rising dragon.

Obviously, this was a dragon full of death.

The 20mm caliber shells set off a bloody storm on the ground. As long as they were within the range of the trajectory, whether they were lying on the ground or hiding behind the ruins, they were smashed together with the bricks and stones.

The Japanese infantry under attack did not make a decent counterattack during this period of time.

It was not that they did not want to, but it was not only a joke to shoot at each other with rifles and machine guns, but the most important thing was that you could not even see where they were.

It was easy to see them from the 25-meter-high rooftop, but it did not mean that the Japanese soldiers crawling on the ground could see the machine guns hidden behind the fortifications.

"Japanese, how did they win this war?" The blue eyes of the captain of the British Empire, who was lying on the fortifications on the river bank of the concession with a telescope and observing the battlefield, were almost popping.

Although he did not look down on the Japanese, they were suppressed by a machine gun and hundreds of people, especially the Chinese who he looked down on even more. The Japanese were too weak!

Captain Blue Eyes had obviously just been on duty and had not seen the scene last night, otherwise he would have been at least a little calmer.

Finally, after Lei Xiong's third bullet board was empty, the weaklings in Captain Blue Eyes' eyes began to fight back.

Several grenade launcher teams of the Japanese infantry squadron spent a full minute and a half to finally find the approximate position of the machine gun, and set up their grenade launchers in their respective hiding places to shoot at this side.

However, not to mention the vertical drop of more than 20 meters, the reinforced concrete wall on the roof, which is 0.6 meters thick, is also 1.5 meters thick. Only at the machine gun firing point, the engineers chiseled a gap of about half a meter, which means that unless the grenade launcher grenades fall vertically from the sky like they have eyes, they can only hit the concrete wall.

Obviously, the grenade launcher with an effective range of only 500 meters can only be the latter at most.

Balls of flames bloomed in vain on the front wall of the Sihang Warehouse. The grenade, which was only as powerful as a hand grenade, did not even damage the wall, but only left a bunch of charred black on it.

The Japanese grenade throwers were very persistent, and more than ten grenade throwers fired grenades crazily.

But it was useless.

How to say it? The situation was like a strong man finally waited for the goddess to let him do that, that, that, that, and that, and the moment he was about to start a real war, he found that he was not willing to do it.

At this time, he could only grit his teeth and wave his hand and say that it would be fine if I let you go today, but I had to continue...

And the look in the goddess' eyes at that time was probably the look everyone looked at the Japanese now.

No, don't force it!

As the old saying goes: There is no happiness in forcing.

It is more likely to bring disaster.

The stubborn and futile attack of the Japanese grenade throwers exposed their position.

At least four mortars on the roof adjusted their muzzles under the command issued by the observer at the fastest speed, and then fired.

The officers and soldiers of the machine gun company of the Imperial Guards showed good military quality at this moment. Within one minute, the four mortars poured nearly 30 shells to the locked position.

The distressed Yang Ruifu kept gritting his teeth and cursing in the observation post: "Lei Xiong, you son of a bitch, you are even more of a prodigal than the good Tang Dao."

Indeed, although the smoke continued to rise in the broken walls and ruins, and some broken limbs and remains flew up from time to time, it was all caused by the lack of martial ethics from the beginning and almost completely exposing the heavy firepower.

It was previously agreed that if there was no heavy firepower point, the machine guns should not have more than 20 shells, and the mortars should not have more than five shells per gun, but Lei Xiong obviously ignored it.

But the lieutenant colonel who had been observing the battlefield silently with a telescope showed a faint smile on his face: "It is true that he was a bit of a spendthrift, but Lei Xiong's head-on blow was well played, enough to make the Japanese eat a pot.

Then, he said meaningfully: "But, I think the Japanese commander on the opposite side must be in a very complicated mood at this moment!"

Complicated? Isn't it just depressed? Yang Ruifu frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand his superior's mumbling.

However, he knew very well that his deputy who could have been promoted to regiment commander a few days ago was a wise man. Since he dared to say so, he must have a meaning.

700 meters away.

Toyota Hide, standing in a house converted into a field command post, was silently observing everything on the battlefield through a telescope, with an obscure expression on his face.

The combat staff officer holding the tactical record board beside him was in a state of confusion, wondering what his commander's relatively calm look meant.

You must know that nearly two of our own infantry squadrons in front were struggling under Chinese artillery fire, but this person neither decisively ordered the two 92 infantry cannons and mortars of the infantry artillery squad directly under the brigade to fight back, nor did he because of his own The casualties were not small, but he was sad and angry. He was holding a telescope and looking into the distance like this five minutes ago.

Finally, the expressionless Toyoda Hide put down his telescope and looked at the worried combat staff: "Order Captain Koizumi's men to retreat 200 meters and get out of the Chinese attack range."

"Woo! Woo!" A shrill siren sounded on the Japanese army's position.

It was a hand-cranked siren equipped only at the Japanese infantry squadron level. It had a similar function to the trumpet commonly equipped by the Chinese army. It was responsible for commanding attack or retreat and some uncomplicated combat instructions.

After receiving the order, the Japanese infantry jumped out of the ruins under the cover of smoke and dust, preparing to retreat along the streets.

Several heavy machine gun fire points located on the third and fourth floors of Sihang Warehouse saw that the Japanese troops wanted to run away. After receiving the order to shoot, they finally joined the firing ranks.

"Damn it, what are the stupid Chinese going to do?" Seeing this situation, the Japanese major who was originally calm twitched slightly, and his eyes were full of anger. "Order the artillery squad to fire at the building to cover our troops' retreat."

After a pause for a few seconds, he continued to order: "But let them pay attention, they can only shoot horizontally and try not to attack high places. We cannot shoot artillery shells into the Western concessions now."

A minute later, as the Japanese infantry artillery began to fire, the front of the warehouse building was ablaze, and the firing of several heavy machine guns had to be slowed down. The machine gun on the roof also did not know whether it was because of fear of being bombarded. Silence fell.

The Japanese major then looked at his combat adviser: "Kitahara-kun, are you curious about why I was so calm just now?"

Without waiting for the lieutenant's staff to answer, the Japanese major sighed slightly: "The Chinese commander opposite us is very difficult to deal with! There is no trace of the tactical arrangement, and we don't know whether they belong to the Chinese faction. How many troops are there? What weapons are there? Equipment? What’s the purpose? No one knows.”

"Captain Toyota!" Lieutenant Staff Officer put his feet together. "I reported all these possibilities to the brigade department last night, hoping they can help.

"Yes!" He was probably quite satisfied with his dedicated Japanese army major, and nodded with a trace of pride on his face. "However, through the firepower of the Chinese just now, I have basically judged their military strength."

The Japanese lieutenant opened his eyes wide, expressing his surprise.

"At least two infantry battalions!" Toyoda said his judgment directly. "Or are they the defeated soldiers of a certain Chinese infantry regiment? Otherwise, they would have so many heavy weapons?"

Seeing realization begin to appear in his subordinate's eyes, the Japanese Major became more interested and continued to explain: "As for why they went against the norm and exposed their main firepower point from the beginning, it was just an attempt to let our army know their Awesome, I just want to be qualified to negotiate surrender.”

"However, they really underestimated the determination of the imperial army." There was contempt in the eyes of the Japanese major. "The stupid Chinese people still think it is just a local war."

"Since there are so many Chinese watching the battle, let us, the Imperial Japanese Army, crush their fortresses and hang them all on what they consider to be the fortresses."

The Japanese Major's bone-chilling voice echoed in the field headquarters.

"Gentlemen, please join me in fighting bravely and completely crush the Chinese people's will to fight."

"Hi!"

The Japanese troops in the field headquarters stood together, with pride and pride on their faces.