Chapter 82 Even if the Wind Is Not Strong, It Is Still a Day for Arson (Please Vote! Both Monthly Votes and Recommendation Votes Are Needed!)

Finally, when the moonlight once again sprinkled from the dark clouds.

A Japanese soldier who had just climbed up from the crawling state accidentally stepped on a tin can that seemed to be thrown on the ground casually. The harsh sound of metal friction sounded like thunder in such a quiet night.

The sentry in the building began to scream.

"Everyone, come quickly!" Nancheng Xinyi did not panic, but quickly summoned his subordinates who were still in the trenches.

He pulled out the turtle box and led the previous dozen people to run wildly to the corner of the building without hiding his body, and even picked up a few sandbags to serve as temporary field fortifications, which meant to block the Chinese army that might rush out of the building.

In other words, the firepower output of the Nanbu pistol was too bad, otherwise Nancheng Xinyi was fully confident that he could block the opponent for more than three minutes with the strength of his infantry squad.

But that didn't matter much. Just give them one minute, just one minute, to dig a pit along the wall to half-bury the explosive pack. The nearly 100 kilograms of explosives they carried would definitely be able to effectively blast the warehouse at this angle.

This was the conclusion drawn by Lieutenant Colonel Yin Tengzhong after observing for half a day before he approached the warehouse 30 meters away:

Use the cover of night to send out a blasting death squad to blast the support point at the angle between the two wings of the solid building of Sihang Warehouse.

This position should be the load-bearing body supporting the wall. Once it is blasted, it is ten times more terrible than a big hole in the wall.

Even if the building does not collapse, the artillery can effectively bombard its interior through this blasting hole, and finally completely blow up this part of the building from point to surface, and also find a clear attack point for the infantry.

Otherwise, facing this mutant big "hedgehog" that seems to be covered with thorns and carrying a turtle shell, the tiger of the Imperial Army really feels that there is nowhere to bite.

Three consecutive flares were fired into the sky, illuminating the area of ​​30 meters in front of the warehouse on three sides.

The lookout on the roof had the clearest view. They could see that a group of Japanese soldiers in black had entered the position beyond their sight in the blind spots on both sides. Not only could they not shoot, but they couldn't even find the target with grenades.

Because the Sihang Warehouse had an eaves design, they could throw grenades from the roof to five or six meters away from the warehouse, but if someone got close to the wall, they could only bomb them blindly.

They could only bomb blindly. The sentinels threw grenades without hesitation, thinking that they could kill anyone who got lost.

"Yoshi! The warriors are almost successful." Jiro Wakita, who had moved his headquarters forward to 500 meters outside the Sihang Warehouse, saw the bright light of the flares fired in the dark night through the telescope. At the same time, the sound of gunfire and grenade explosions rang out, and he was not surprised but happy.

The Chinese finally noticed it. This was a normal reaction. However, the lack of heavy machine gun fire and the direction of flares thrown near the building were enough for the Japanese colonel to accurately determine that the two death squads should have arrived at the planned location.

"Order the tanks on standby to get ready, and the searchlights will start to illuminate the target. As long as the Chinese are observed to want to rush out of the building, use tank guns to fire and beat them back!" For the first time, Jiro Wakiita's eyes were full of vigor.

"I want the Chinese to watch their fortress being blown up and be powerless!"

The huge aperture was reflected on the tall and majestic building of the Sihang Warehouse.

In the field of vision of the telescopes of several senior Japanese officers who arrived at the forefront of the position, they saw the figures of their own army warriors fighting hard with the defenders. That is, the firepower output of the Nambu pistol was too weak.

People kept falling in the crossfire with the Chinese.

But this did not stop the courage of the imperial warriors. Some of the warriors were digging the soil with their single-soldier engineer shovels on their backs, sweating like a group of groundhogs who couldn't wait to go home.

"Brains are good things! It's just a pity for Kosaka-kun..." Yin Teng Zhongji sighed at the importance of his wisdom and felt a little regretful.

The group of people led by Lieutenant Nancheng Xinyi were the remnants of the 1st Infantry Battalion. He didn't feel sorry for their death, but the one leading the team was Lieutenant Masao Kosaka, a famous general of his 3rd Infantry Battalion.

If it weren't for expressing his confidence and courage in the decisive battle with the remnants of the Chinese army in front of the colonel, he would not have been willing to let Lieutenant Masao Kosaka, who had killed ten Chinese infantrymen in several hand-to-hand combats, lead the team.

As a tactical planner, he knew too well that if the explosion failed, it would be fine, there would still be some hope of escape, but if the explosion succeeded, then he would be dead.

Because, the power of nearly 100 kilograms of explosives, not to mention the high temperature formed at the moment of the explosion, the air wave formed by the shock wave alone is enough to blow a human body up more than ten meters like a leaf.

Within a hundred meters, no one can survive without the protection of sufficient shelters.

Even the Chinese defenders in the building, despite the protection of the solid building, may be killed by the shock wave formed by the explosion alone.

Obviously, no matter how powerful his general is, it is impossible for him to run a hundred meters away in five or six seconds under the guns of the Chinese.

And this scene now has shown that success is in sight, and it also shows that those elites sent out are only one step away from death.

However, the slight regret was soon replaced by joy.

If the explosion is successful, at least half of the credit should be attributed to Yin Tengzhonger.

As for Mr. Jiro Wakiita, if he could capture the Sihang Warehouse, he might still have a chance to wear the colonel badge, but someone must be held responsible for the disastrous defeat during the day, and Toyota Hide, that idiot, is obviously not qualified.

In this case, who knows if I will have a chance to lead the 36th Infantry Regiment? The Hokkaido fishermen looked at the several white beams of light that were swept from their own positions to the opposite building, and under their drooping eyelids, they could not hide their strong ambitions.

The next moment, Jiro Wakiita's high spirits and Yin Teng Chuuji's ambitions were like tofu pudding that was gradually dripped into brine, gradually solidifying in their pupils.

A torch slowly stretched out from the observation hole on the second floor of the warehouse, and then dropped it.

The flames instantly ignited along the outer wall of the building within a range of about five meters, forming a terrible wall of fire.

The autumn wind in southeast China is not strong, but at this moment, the wind took advantage of the fire and rolled up a nearly four or five-meter-long fire.

"Fuck!" The old soldier who was looking through the hole leaned back suddenly, but it was too late. The flames burned his eyebrows and blackened his face.

At first glance, he looked a bit like Lao Hei over there.

Such a big fire? How much diesel must have been poured by Platoon Leader Tang! The soldiers looked at each other in horror and looked at the blackened face of Li Jiujin, the squad leader who was usually so careful that he didn't even scratch his skin. They couldn't help but want to laugh.

And all the emotions in the pupils of several Japanese commanders seemed to be burned away by the fire that could be seen without a telescope, leaving only the crazy jumping flames.

"Kosaka-kun, he really can't come back!" This thought kept echoing in the mind of the dumbfounded Japanese major.