Chapter 42 It Turns Out that There Is a Shield

However, no matter how excited the people on the shore were and how shocking it was to Westerners, the defenders in the warehouse were still helpless in the face of the aggressive Japanese offensive.

Apart from still firing a few bullets in vain from the shooting holes in the wall, they did not make any other decent counterattacks.

Not only have the machine guns and mortars that previously defeated the Japanese army disappeared, but their desperate momentum to kill the enemy seems to have also disappeared.

They chose to hide behind the relatively thick wall to survive, turning a blind eye to the Japanese infantry who were constantly leaping forward with the help of the terrain with explosive bags on their backs.

"General, do we need to restrain those emotionally unstable refugees? If the Chinese fortress falls in the morning, I'm afraid they will lose control of their emotions." Colonel James frowned fiercely on the rooftop in the distance.

"NO! Although such Chinese people may be troublesome, I like them very much!" The brigadier general, who was still stubbornly biting his ivory pipe and looking into the distance with squinted eyes, said meaningfully.

"This ancient oriental nation may be different from what you and I imagined, even if they are really not good enough yet."

After saying that, he looked into the distance again and said, somewhat unmotivated, "Let's go! The battle is over."

The next moment, the Brigadier's body that was just about to twist stiffened slightly. If his hands, which had been single for fifty years, were not fast enough, he would have almost said goodbye to his beloved ivory pipe.

The battle situation 200 meters away suddenly changed.

The Chinese defenders' counterattack came suddenly after the Japanese infantry entered a range of fifty meters.

More than a dozen large holes suddenly appeared in the wide and solid wall. A dozen fire points composed of light machine guns and submachine guns fired sparks everywhere. From a distance, it looked like azaleas suddenly blooming on the cliff.

However, both the brigadier general and the colonel, who raised their telescopes again and were familiar with the war, knew that those "flowers" looked gorgeous on the outside, but the truth was cruel. The "flowers" composed of turbulent bullets were comparable to the sickle wielded by the god of death. Every time it blooms, it must be sacrificed with blood.

Naturally, it can only be the blood of the Japanese who are their opponents.

If the continuous crisp cheers of the Czech light machine gun with a rate of fire of 200 rounds per minute have made the Japanese infantry feel numb, then the heart-rending roar of the MP28 submachine gun with a rate of fire of 400 rounds per minute has made the Japanese infantry feel numb. They were cold all over.

That almost means that every second, there are hundreds of bullets flying in the air, grazing injuries and causing death.

Just a few seconds after a torrent of metal began to spew out from the thick wall, four or five Japanese soldiers swirled and fell in the dust.

The Chinese people on the shore cheered thunderously, and the Japanese captain's face was ashen.

It turns out that the Chinese are not out of their depth, but are waiting for the best opportunity to bring their opponents close to the optimal range of their submachine guns.

Within a hundred-meter range, rifles are nothing compared to submachine guns.

However, the reason why the Imperial Brigadier General of the Sun Never Sets stopped to re-observe the battlefield was not because of China's brazen counterattack. Although the firepower of more than a dozen submachine guns is much stronger, it is undoubtedly a fantasy to defend the fortress with light weapons alone. What's more, Crazy firepower output requires strong logistics. What can the defenders trapped in a corner without supplies do to support the continuous firepower intensity?

What he cares about is the tactics of the Chinese commander.

Hiding firepower and setting traps are very good tactics, but how big is his trap? Just for the dozens of Japanese infantry who are already close to the optimal shooting range of submachine guns?

If this is the case, the outcome cannot be changed.

The strength of the Japanese army has reached one and a half corps.

Moreover, the Japanese infantry are not cowards. Although the opponent's firepower is suddenly powerful, they are still shooting while crawling in the ruins of the bunker.

The distance of fifty meters can better utilize the firepower of submachine guns for Chinese soldiers, but it is not all a disadvantage for Japanese infantry. Their already accurate shooting became more effective, and they could even accurately send bullets into shooting holes that were not very large.

The soldiers of the Second Company behind the wall holding submachine guns and shooting were really not as relaxed as the people on the river bank imagined. Many of them were sweating on their foreheads, cold sweat!

If Tang Dao hadn't reminded them to add a steel plate to each shooting hole, they would have suffered a lot of casualties even though they had fortifications. The Japanese army was so fierce and could maintain such terrifying accuracy after being hit so hard.

Even so, two soldiers were still injured by the ricochet that was blocked by the baffle. One was hit in the arm and the other was shot in the abdomen.

However, the ferocity of the Japanese infantry almost ended here.

Captain Deng Ying, commander of the second company, waved his hand with a cold face. When the communications soldier standing at the entrance of the building in the distance saw it, he waved the red flag in his hand desperately.

Lei Xiong grinned after receiving the signal, "Brothers, it's our turn to work!"

"Boom!" The special scream of mortars sounded continuously.

"Damn..." Beicang Mandu's expression suddenly changed, and he hadn't even finished speaking.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of explosions came from the distance.

The mortars on the roof of the Sihang Warehouse did not attack the infantry at close range, but directly targeted the Japanese infantry artillery position 700 meters away.

The machine gun battery, which had been silent for a while, finally showed its fangs.

"What a wonderful tactical design!" The brigadier general's eyes flashed.

"It seems that you and I have underestimated the Chinese commander. It turns out that his target has always been the artillery that poses the greatest threat to him."

"But the Japanese artillery will also counterattack. General, look, the smoke from the mortar is too obvious." The colonel obviously disagreed with his superior's statement and objected directly.

"The Japanese artillery is obviously superior, and there may be more artillery waiting for them to appear. In the words of the Chinese themselves: Don't steal the chicken and lose the rice!"

"If it were any other battlefield, what you said, James, would become a reality, but only here, it can't." Smoking the pipe in his hand, Brigadier General Smallett showed a mysterious smile.

"I can only say that the Chinese commander really used what their ancestors said: geographical advantage and human harmony to the extreme."

The colonel was slightly stunned, and instantly realized what he had overlooked, and his face couldn't help but heat up slightly.

If the Japanese army could mobilize artillery to bombard, there would be no need to send infantry to carry explosive packs to blast so hard, and directly use aircraft and large-caliber naval guns parked on the Huangpu River to blow up this building.

The Sihang Warehouse is too close to the concession.

The Chinese defenders knew exactly what the Japanese were worried about, so they designed such a tactic.

"But the Japanese 92 infantry guns also have a curved fire function after raising the elevation angle. They can also threaten the roof, and the ballistic trajectory will not fly to our concession." The colonel insisted on maintaining his pride as an aristocrat of the British Empire.

"No, they won't do that." The brigadier general sighed slightly. "When a Japanese infantry squad is put within 50 meters by the Chinese, their infantry guns are destined not to fire easily."

"They actually used this part of the Japanese army as a shield?" The colonel finally figured out the key after his superiors reminded him, and the expression on his face was really complicated at that moment.

In this era, no artillery could accurately control the impact point within 80 meters, and even the most stringent Germans could not reduce the coordination of infantry and artillery to within 100 meters.

That means that the Japanese 92 infantry guns can certainly fire back, but there is also a certain chance that the shells will fall on their own soldiers.

If the artillery bombards friendly forces, even if it is an accidental bombing, its commander will be sent to a military court.

The Chinese commander's command art may not be amazing, but at least it is better than his. Even if he has put aside the arrogance of the nobles of the British Empire, he can't do better than the commander hidden in the warehouse.