Chapter 58: Opening the God's Perspective

"The Japanese soldiers are coming!"

"Brothers, be careful!"

"Explosive packs, the little Japanese are carrying explosive packs!"

The people on the other side, who had been silent for a long time, came out from the shops behind the buildings and gathered on the shore and shouted loudly.

For fear that the officers and soldiers in the building could not hear them, some of them brought gongs and drums and beat them loudly, while the students continued to take the white cloth given by the merchants for free, silently calculating the distance of the Japanese army's advance, and writing the number of meters on the white cloth for precise prompts.

The commanders of the left and right wings of the Japanese army were so angry that they wanted to let the heavy machine guns shoot at the Chinese people whose faces could be seen clearly dozens of meters away.

However, all the Chinese people were in the concession. Unless he had the courage to send himself and his superiors to the military court, he could only stare blankly.

This may also be the most helpless time for the Japanese army to deal with Chinese civilians since entering China, without a single one.

"Baga! Sooner or later, I will make those Chinese and Westerners who can only shout in vain kneel before me!" Jiro Wakiita, who had been watching the battlefield with a telescope, finally calmed down his anger, which was ignited again by the enthusiastic Chinese people who cheered for him, and by the way, he blamed the real spectators, the Westerners.

Blame me! The blonds and blue-eyed people expressed their helplessness.

"Send a message to Toyota Hide to let his 1st Infantry Battalion attack!"

Yes, the two-wing attack of the Japanese army was actually just a feint, and the 1st Infantry Battalion deployed in the front was the main force of this attack.

However, the two-wing attack was said to be a cover, but in fact, it was also a false one.

Yin Teng Zhonger, the captain of the 3rd Infantry Battalion responsible for attacking the two wings of the Sihang Warehouse, did not have the idea that he could win the battle without Toyota Hide, the scumbag.

A major who does not want to be a general is not a good major, and Yin Teng Zhonger does not want his son to be said to be a fisherman in Hokkaido.

But obviously, Yin Teng Zhonger thought too much.

In the thick smoke, the dozen Japanese blasting teams on both wings did not receive any attack in the first 300 meters, but when they rushed to the area between 100 and 80 meters, two more rows of firing holes suddenly appeared below the original twenty or so firing holes on the walls of the Sihang Warehouse.

Although the second and third companies responsible for defending the two wings of the warehouse did not have additional submachine guns, they had 9 light machine guns and 12 Mauser pistols.

Then there were more than 20 firing holes above with precision-shooting rifles.

This level of firepower may not pose much threat to two or three hundred meters away, but within a range of 100 meters, the precision-aimed rifles, the machine guns that mainly use short bursts, and the Mauser pistols with strong muzzle jumps that cause a wide range of bullets, constitute a deadly firepower network that is enough to daunt anyone.

Every second, hundreds of bullets were thrown into the battlefield.

Under this level of firepower, without sufficient armored cover, relying on gunpowder smoke, tactical avoidance or luck alone, let alone a dozen demolition teams, even if there were dozens, it would probably be useless.

But strangely, the Japanese army did not use armored vehicles or tanks that could withstand bullets on both wings. Several lookouts on the flanks had their eyes red from the gunpowder smoke and did not dare to relax their observation, but still did not see the shadow of the Japanese tanks.

If they don't come, they don't come. The battle has to be fought as it should be. The two infantry company commanders are also veterans who have experienced two months of bloody battles. The firepower points that should be retained are still retained. The five submachine guns of the battalion headquarters supporting the two wings were all suppressed by them and not taken out.

That's it. There is not much suspense in the battle on the two wings. No matter how the nearly 60 Japanese demolition experts within a distance of nearly 100 meters evade, it is difficult to move forward. They are either swept down by flying bullets or suppressed in the ruins and unable to move.

The thick smoke caused great trouble to the defenders in the warehouse, and the firepower point on the rooftop was completely extinguished, but the Chinese defenders who suddenly took out a large number of continuous-fire weapons did not use any accurate shooting. The three rows of shooting holes above and below were almost three-dimensional sweeping, playing with probability.

Moreover, the Chinese defenders inside the building had a blocked view, but it did not mean that they had no vision outside.

On the river bank outside the building, a group of Chinese led by a middle-aged man in a long robe had obviously been discussed and were no longer in the mode of scattered soldiers.

In order not to provoke the Japanese army, they did not shout loudly.

Some people were responsible for observing the position of the Japanese army in the smoke, some were responsible for passing messages, some were responsible for writing with white cloth, and some were responsible for running on the shore with white cloth held high...

A complete one-stop reminder service.

"Eighty steps, under the low wall, three Japanese soldiers!"

"Sixty steps, in the shell pit, one Japanese soldier!"

"Seventy steps, three Japanese soldiers are crawling forward!"

...

There were as many as ten signalmen standing by the window. When they saw the position provided by the people, they quickly ran to the left and right wings to report to the two company commanders, who then deployed the corresponding firepower according to the position of the Japanese soldiers.

It was like a shooting game with multiple perspectives. The officers and soldiers in the warehouse were much more relaxed than expected.

For the Japanese army, it was a disaster. The blind spot they were looking for was the blind spot of the warehouse shooting hole, but for the Chinese people who were almost parallel to them, there was no secret at all.

After several rounds of continuous rain of bullets by the Chinese defenders with a "God" perspective, the carefully selected demolition hands of the Japanese army on both wings were either swept down or hid behind the ruins and dared not move.

Yin Tengzhonger's mouthful of yellow teeth were almost broken, but he was helpless.

“The Chinese people did not cheer deafeningly this time, but smiled at each other and waited quietly.

Waiting for the next round of battle to begin.

I don’t know when it started, but they already understood that this was not just a battle between Chinese soldiers and Japanese soldiers in the Sihang Warehouse.

It was a battle between the Chinese and the Japanese.

They were not just spectators, not just cheering and crying, they could also do something for this battle.

Being with those dark blues, even if the brutal Japanese would point their guns at themselves.

The middle-aged man with a stubble on his face might have thought so. So, he entrusted his son and wife to the teahouse owner, and walked to the street.

Perhaps, many Chinese people thought so, leaving their parents, wives and children behind, and walked to the edge of the battlefield.

They are the pillars of the family and need to protect their parents, wives and children, but they are also part of the Chinese nation, just like those deep blue soldiers who fought to the death.

Since then, the army and the people have been united inside and outside the Sihang Warehouse, and the army and the people are one! Long live the Chinese nation! "

The above text comes from the war diary of Shenbao reporter Tan Tai Mingyue at noon on October 27.

It was after this text appeared in major Chinese newspapers in the afternoon that Tan Tai Mingyue became the most famous war correspondent in China. I don't know how many people are looking forward to the war news she sent back from the front line.

The female reporter in a navy blue cotton robe was holding a camera at this time, standing on the roof of a building very close to the battlefield, taking pictures of the battlefield in front of the Sihang Warehouse that made her tremble all over.

After the fierce battle on both wings, the main force of the Japanese army finally appeared.