Chapter 41 The Role of Seeds

Machine gun bullets alone are naturally ineffective against this kind of concrete building, and the Japanese army knows this.

The role of the ten light and heavy machine guns in total is actually just suppression. The terrible sound of the metal torrent that can spit out hundreds of bullets per second hitting the wall can make people feel terrified even through the thick wall.

Whether there are casualties is not the most important thing. The important thing is to make the Chinese in the shooting holes and fortifications timid and unable to aim at the infantry who are moving forward with peace of mind.

The infantry guns also began to aim and fire. The direct firing distance of 700 meters is enough to ensure the accuracy of direct-aiming artillery such as infantry guns, and it will never fall on the concession area with the closest distance of only a few dozen meters away. Through test firing, the explosion point gradually extended from 50 meters in front of the building and finally fell on the wall.

It was just beyond the expectations of the Japanese army that the infantry guns, which have always had strong penetrating power, were defeated here. Balls of fire burst out, but they did not blow open the wall as they imagined, but only left a large dent visible to the naked eye.

The grenades fired by the grenade launcher were even worse, that is, they were stained with a black mass.

This somewhat disappointed the Japanese captain who was full of expectations. Once the infantry gun failed, the battle would be a little more difficult than he imagined.

But it didn't matter much. The thick smoke and flying fragments formed by the explosion of the infantry gun and the grenade were by no means useless. They would also block the defenders' vision and cause them enough psychological pressure.

It only took a few more minutes of suppression. When the infantry rushed to the blind spot of the defenders' machine guns, the explosive packs carried by the soldiers could completely blow up this solid wall that could block the infantry guns.

Without the protection of the outer wall, that would be the final death of the defenders.

Perhaps seeing that the battle had already started on the left wing, the Japanese troops in front of the warehouse re-entered the battlefield, and the light and heavy machine guns began to roar, while the right wing almost made the same tactics as Beicang Mandu.

Three-sided attack.

The defense of Sihang Warehouse may have really started from this time.

Seeing that the firepower of several light machine guns and more than a dozen rifles in the firing holes on the wall had been completely suppressed, and the Chinese soldiers who were still active in the corner fortifications had disappeared, the infantry squad under his command had entered the building only 100 meters away with extremely skilled tactical movements and used the cover of various buildings. Bei Cang Mandu had been staring at the front through the telescope with murderous intent in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth slightly hooked, showing the unique pride of the Imperial Japanese Army.

The Chinese are so vulnerable, even if they have heavy weapons such as machine guns and mortars, what can they do?

I don’t know what Major Toyota Hide is thinking. A full infantry battalion is not enough, and he even needs friendly forces to assist. Isn’t this giving military merit to Bei Cang Mandu in vain!

The Japanese captain even thought of the exciting moment when the commander of the regiment personally wore the medal on his chest after this battle.

Why not, just on this ruin that will bury the Chinese defeated army! When he personally raised the flag of the empire to the sky.

"Order, the 2nd squad moves forward, and wait for the 1st squad to blow up the wall before entering the building." Bei Cang Mandu put down the telescope and issued a military order.

At the same time, he did not forget to look at the Chinese civilians less than a hundred meters away.

As the situation on the battlefield of the Imperial Army was very good, the Chinese defenders were helpless, and the anxiety on the faces of those hateful Chinese civilians was obvious, even if their voices were louder.

The corners of the Japanese captain's mouth curved higher, and this scene made him feel very comfortable.

Yes, the Chinese people gathered on the south bank of Suzhou River were really anxious.

No, it can't even be described as anxious.

They were afraid.

They were not afraid that the victorious Japanese army would rush into the concession, but they were afraid that those young men who had just saluted them with their chests straight would be killed on the battlefield in front of them by the Japanese army.

So, they shouted desperately.

"The devils are very close, brothers, shoot, kill them!"

"There are more than 50!"

"There are still 100 meters!"

"80 meters!"

"70 meters!"

......

If there were cameras to record all this, it would definitely be a spectacle in the history of world wars.

On one side was a bloody battlefield, with real swords and guns fighting each other; and more than a hundred meters away were unarmed civilians.

Soldiers were fighting; civilians were cheering for their soldiers on one side, braving the dust and shrapnel that might fly in from the air waves.

That's right, although the air waves from the explosion of the shells caused the wind and sand to make the already ragged people even more embarrassed, not many people chose to retreat further.

Even if there was no bayonet threat from the Western coalition soldiers, they might have already pounced on the barbed wire that was closer.

Perhaps it was not just to cheer them up, the people even took the initiative to become the eyes of the defenders in the warehouse. When countless people reported the distance of the Japanese army approaching, several young people in student uniforms were afraid that the defenders in the warehouse did not hear it because of the intense gunfire, so they ran to a cloth shop and pulled out a ten-foot long white cloth. On it were hastily written blood-red numbers, which were the distance of the Japanese infantry gradually approaching the warehouse wall.

Not to mention what will happen to the battlefield that has basically been defined as a lost battle by "people of insight", this scene alone is enough to shock the Westerners who stopped everywhere.

This is different from the poor, ignorant and backward Chinese people in their eyes.

Different! Indeed, compared with the confusion about the future caused by the continuous defeat of the Chinese army before last night, the civilians who were given two consecutive shots of cardiac stimulants seemed to see the hope of returning home again.

Because their army did not give up, they are still fighting, and this is their hope.

Having hope and being at a loss for the future are definitely two different things.

In fact, it is the same. They are still themselves. The reason why they can risk standing on the edge of the battlefield and witnessing the artillery fire to warn their soldiers is not because they have really become so brave, but because they have almost lost everything. What else can't they lose?

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. They are also venting their resentment of losing their homes, and all this is caused by the invaders.

Master Lu once said: Where there is oppression, there is resistance. If it does not break out in silence, it will perish in silence!

The lone army trapped in a corner opposite is a seed that gives them the power to stop being silent.

Even, as the story of this seed spreads outward, more and more Chinese people will no longer be silent.

This is the role of seeds.

The unyielding spirit will always infect some people.