Chapter 70 Massacre

The flames bursting out of the muzzles of submachine guns, Mauser pistols, rifles, etc., led by a Maxim heavy machine gun, were like the white teeth of a monster suddenly opening its huge black mouth.

At that moment, the eyes of the Japanese major were dazzled after the telescope.

He blinked in disbelief, and then blinked again.

It was not until he saw his subordinates who jumped over the trenches with agility that he finally believed that the cannon fodder he had designated had really become cannon fodder, and the time he lasted was definitely not more than a minute.

Otherwise, how could the Chinese mobilize their forces to concentrate on the first floor in such a short time and fire such a terrible rain of bullets?

Judging from the result that more than dozens of people fell in an instant, the Chinese must have used the MP series submachine guns developed by the damn Germans again, which was the most terrible weapon that made the Imperial Army most helpless in close combat.

The Japanese major guessed 70% of the truth correctly, and the 30% he guessed wrong was because he overestimated his cannon fodder.

If it weren't for the Japanese army's resolute attack, the cannon fodder led by the shirtless Japanese lieutenant could not hold out for thirty seconds. In fact, it took no more than a minute until the last Japanese soldier died.

However, the Japanese army was brave. After being hit head-on by such a heavy rain of bullets, some of them immediately turned over and lay down to shoot, some took off the grenade, pulled the fuse, hit it hard on the helmet, and threw it resolutely into the gap of the building, and more of them held the rifle, pulled the trigger to empty the bullet, and shouted slogans and continued to run forward at high speed.

More than twenty grenades blew the front of the warehouse into a sea of ​​fire, and the return bullets also made the Chinese soldiers behind the sandbag fortifications subconsciously hide their heads.

The instinct of living things is to seek benefits and avoid harm. Unless they are in a desperate situation, not everyone has the courage to face each other with guns.

At least at this moment, in addition to the advantage in manpower, the Japanese army, which is at a disadvantage in both firepower and environment, is tenacious enough.

This scene made the people who were about to cheer and cheer lower their voices involuntarily, and only the sound of the war drums continued.

The person beating the drums had been replaced by the black-robed man who had come over at some point. The middle-aged man in the long robe, whose arms were obviously exhausted, was supported by a bodyguard of the black-robed man and still stubbornly stood by the big drum where the blood mist had dissipated a lot.

The young people who were originally standing in front of the big drum were chased to the back row by a group of young people wearing open cloth shoes and bell-bottom pants. Although some people were indignant, they were blocked by the light words of the black-robed man.

"This national disaster is not just a national disaster for you scholars."

So far, the young hooligans who once made ordinary people fear like a tiger stood at the forefront of the people.

Although the Japanese army's offensive was like a tide at this moment, and their fearless momentum made people tremble, the drums were still thunderous.

The dark blue people who had brought them hope again and again on this day did not disappoint them again.

Intensive gunfire sounded again, and grenades fell from the second, third, and fourth floors...

No, it should be said that they fell one by one.

That was a hand grenade!

Most of the Japanese infantry had already approached the building by thirty or twenty meters, and they threw it almost without much effort.

The Japanese died.

Whether they were resisting or hiding in the trenches, they rolled desperately to avoid these black things falling from the sky.

No matter how dense the bullets were, there were still gaps, at least most of them were still intact at this time.

But grenades...

And it was a rain of grenades.

That was really life-threatening.

The Japanese soldiers who were closer to the trenches jumped into the trenches without hesitation, and the Japanese soldiers who were farther away had no second choice but to continue rushing forward with their back teeth.

As for those in between, they could only watch the falling grenades rolling on the ground with smoke in despair.

Then, "Boom!" Exploded.

Shrapnel flew everywhere.

More than 40 grenades were thrown in the first wave, and then there was a second wave, a third wave...

This was almost equivalent to dozens of small mortar shells falling on a battlefield that would never exceed 1,000 square meters.

Loud noises, flames, smoke, and human body parts were the main themes on the battlefield at that moment.

No one could see clearly what the battlefield covered by smoke and flames was like, not to mention Toyota Hide, who was already dazed hundreds of meters away, and even Koizumi Rei, who was closest, could only curl up helplessly in the trench to minimize the area of ​​his body that was hit by bullets, and did not look at the plight of his soldiers outside the trench.

In fact, without looking closely, the Japanese captain also knew that the soldiers who rushed into the first 15 meters of the building with agility were basically finished.

No one could survive such a terrible grenade-covering attack.

I just don't know if anyone can rush into the building. If so, maybe there is still a chance to reverse this battle.

However, the intense gunfire that could even penetrate the huge explosions blew away the last bit of luck the Japanese captain had.

The continuous screams proved that none of them could break through the barrage of bullets from the Chinese submachine guns.

Closing his eyes in pain, the Japanese captain knew that whether he wanted to admit it or not, this round of attack had completely failed.

A complete failure!

A great defeat!

The failure made the Japanese captain's mind clear.

The 100 vanguards led by Kurokawa Orizo were able to rush into the building so smoothly, which was just an illusion deliberately created by the Chinese. Their purpose was to lure their main force to come, and then kill a large number of people with continuous firearms.

Many soldiers avoided the grenade explosion because they hid in the trenches, but this was definitely not a good place.

Looking up, through the smoke, looking at the black holes in the building close at hand, the Japanese captain was even more frightened.

When the smoke from the grenades dissipated, he believed that the muzzles would be aimed at this trench that seemed to be a shelter.

He even had reason to believe that the Chinese used grenades to attack, not only to kill the imperial warriors on the surface, but to drive them into this trench.

Then, let this place become their hunting ground.

The Chinese are really too insidious.

At that moment, the Japanese captain was sweating profusely.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat to the left and right wings!" The Japanese captain, when he figured it out, screamed desperately while ordering the signalman who followed him to sound the alarm to issue a retreat order that could be heard throughout the battlefield.

The Japanese infantry, who had already been chilled by submachine guns and grenades, naturally lost their fighting spirit after hearing the order to retreat, and ran madly along the trenches to the two wings.

Because only in this way can they avoid the rain of bullets from the front to the greatest extent.

"The damn Japanese are running away!" In the warehouse, a corporal raised his body slightly in anxiety.

Before he pulled the trigger, he was hit by a bullet in his helmet.

The bullet hit the arc of the helmet, and it bounced off without penetrating, but the soldier fell on his back without a sound.

"Tiedan!" Lao Hei on the side exclaimed and hurried to help him.

"Asshole, the battle is not over yet, get down, get down and fight!" Tang Dao turned his head and looked at it, and roared rarely.

The Japanese infantry in the trenches were retreating, but they were not fleeing in defeat. Many of the remaining Japanese were still stubbornly shooting at this side. Especially when the Japanese sounded the retreat alarm, the dozen heavy machine guns in the opposite fortifications roared desperately, and the entire front of the building was under the baptism of bullets. It didn't mean that the Japanese were already a dish in the bowl.

This is a battlefield, and any carelessness may result in death.