Chapter 68 This Is a Trap (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!)

It is different from the sigh of relief of the lieutenant colonel of the army.

In the distance, Toyota Hide, who was feeling a little fooled, watched Koizumi Rei Makoto launch a vigorous attack. He was extremely conflicted in his heart, but at the same time, he felt a little lucky.

If the Chinese building could be captured in this way, let alone four 89 tanks, even if all ten tanks of the 1st Tank Squadron were destroyed by the Chinese, it would be worth it.

Therefore, the lucky Japanese major missed the only chance to stop his subordinates from making mistakes.

As for Jiro Wakiita, who was farther away, he was in a much happier mood, because the faces of Major Tokugawa and his armored mount, which had turned blue after being blown up, also eased a little:

"Order Major Yin Teng Chuji, if the cowards in the tank squadron want to retreat, let them do so, and the Third Battalion will continue to attack and contain the Chinese.

At the same time, send an infantry squadron on each of the left and right wings to support the imperial warriors who enter the building at any time, and tell them that I don't want any living prisoners except the Chinese commander.

I will chop off the head of the Chinese commander in front of those Chinese pariahs, so that they can see whose sword is sharper."

Major Yin Teng Chuji, who had provided the "stirring up trouble", was relieved at this moment. The Chinese were much more cunning than he had imagined. Not only did they not lose the machine gun under his trick, but they also hid one, which scared the arrogant little cocks in the tank squadron.

He dared to guarantee that no matter how many tanks the squadron lost, after the war, Colonel Jiro Wakiita would definitely let him take the blame.

Now, victory can cover up all ugliness. As long as the building can be successfully captured, any loss can be borne.

The Japanese commanders at all levels had different thoughts, but they all held the calculation of "winning is the boss, as long as I don't think the loss is big, no one can blame me".

But they didn't see that in the building hundreds of meters away, the Chinese soldiers, from the highest commander to the second-class soldiers, were not as panicked as they imagined.

And Tang Dao, looking at the Japanese vanguards swarming in, gently pressed his hand, indicating that all the firepower points should not be anxious, so as not to scare away the cute Japanese baby.

That was the uncle who had finally hooked it up after flirting for a long time!

As for the taste, it is hard for people who have experienced it on the battlefield not to be heavy!

Perhaps for everyone on this battlefield, the only ones who had their hearts completely fixed were the nearly 100 Japanese soldiers who rushed into the lobby of the building.

As the sharpest of the sharpest of the 36th Infantry Regiment, Lieutenant Kurokawa Orizo and his 1st Infantry Squadron were definitely elite soldiers.

From the moment they rushed into the hall, they were looking for shelters, intending to cover more of their own soldiers.

However, it was of no use. What made them very sad was that the hall on the first floor of the Sihang Warehouse was much wider than they had imagined.

Because this place was once the headquarters of the 88th Division, a large amount of supplies needed to be stored. In addition to the load-bearing walls and load-bearing columns, most of the rooms on the first floor were demolished. The open space with a height of more than five meters and nearly 800 square meters was not enough for people to stand, even a tank squadron could drive in.

Therefore, the Japanese army that entered the hall of the building rushed into a space as wide as two basketball courts.

The originally dim and wide space was like the mouth of a giant beast, which made people feel cold. At this time, a flare was whistling and hitting a bonfire in the center of the hall.

The bonfire pile poured with diesel burned violently, illuminating the center of the hall.

The Japanese soldiers standing in the hall were able to see their position clearly. The hall was of minimalist style, and the space was more spacious than imagined.

There was no shelter except for a dozen thick pillars.

They were like actors standing alone in the center of the stage, not knowing how many spectators there were in the darkness around them.

At that moment, even the fierce gunfire outside the warehouse seemed a little far away.

"Baga! Retreat quickly." As the leader of the death squad, the shirtless Kurokawa Zhizo was scared.

He could die, but he couldn't die so meaninglessly.

This was obviously an oversized trap. In his hometown, it was specially used to trap wild boars, no, it was to trap wild boar groups.

"Finally found it?" Leng Feng, who was holding a light machine gun himself, hummed.

With a gunshot of "bang!", he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Tang Dao was the designer of this trap and the platoon leader of the third platoon responsible for defending the first floor. Naturally, he was the commander of this massacre.

A precise shot directly stuffed Kurokawa Zhizo's scream back into his throat.

Although he had no military rank, his breeches and boots, especially the small chest hair in the middle of his bare arms, which represented fearlessness, and the large goose bumps visible to the naked eye all showed that his identity was different.

Therefore, Kurokawa became the first casualty in this battlefield that could be called a massacre.

The bullet smashed the entire mouth and passed through the back of the head, and the entire back of the head exploded, with a mixture of light yellow, blood red and white. From a distance, it looked like a colorful flower suddenly blooming.

The flower of death.

However, the lieutenant with small chest hair was not alone on his way to meet Amaterasu for a friendly conversation. His group of subordinates who were instantly blown up would never arrive much later than him.

The three cross-machine gun fire points arranged in a triangle in the building did not cover the Japanese army in the center of the "stage" without blind spots.

There were at least a dozen large pillars that could be their hiding place, but there were only a dozen pillars, but there were more than ninety people.

The ugliness of human nature was clearly revealed at this moment.

A man who was quick to react and managed to hide in a pillar was shot and fell to the ground before the muzzle of the Japanese soldier's gun could be raised to the opposite firepower point.

In the panic, there was a scream. No one knew where the bullet came from and hit him. Perhaps only the initiator knew.

But no one paid attention at this time. The Japanese soldiers were hit by the hot bullets from three sides and became headless flies on a hot pot.

The only pillar that could serve as a cover was their only way to survive. Those who fell would be kicked away mercilessly, leaving them to scream or groan on the ground.

There were as many as 30 submachine guns involved in the shooting. At the moment of retreating to the building, the two infantry squads hid in their own bunkers that had been planned in the corner of the hall. Together with the three squads that had been prepared, with three light machine guns, each squad output firepower according to the long-calculated firing range without aiming.

How long is 30 seconds?

It is enough for a fully armed soldier to run 100 meters, and it is also enough for a strong young man to run 200 meters.

As for the battlefield in the hall, it took each soldier to empty two magazines.

That means that more than 90 Japanese soldiers in the center of the "stage" encountered more than 2,000 bullets in 30 seconds.

Bullets rained down!

More than 90% of the Japanese soldiers fell in a pool of blood, and most of them were shot into sieves without even having the chance to pull the trigger.

Perhaps, at that moment, they finally understood the feelings of the ordinary Chinese people who were driven into the corner and shot by machine guns.

Deep despair.

There were still seven or eight Japanese soldiers leaning against the pillars to shoot, but it was no longer considered resistance. They might just use the gunshots to indicate that they were not dead yet and could still be rescued.

That was the signal they sent to the outside of the warehouse.

Perhaps because of extreme tension, they didn't even throw grenades to blow up the fire that revealed their figures.

Of course, they didn't know that at least five or six rifles were aiming at them and could kill them at any time.

However, Tang Dao made a gesture and the sniper shooters lying in ambush in various places in the warehouse, such as Niu Er and Li Jiujin, did not open fire.