Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 149 The tenacity defeated by cruelty

 The first unlucky person was the range observer standing on the side of the infantry gun.

A Japanese infantry artillery is basically operated by a small team of fifteen people, and the division of labor is also very detailed, including the gunner, the observer and the ammunition hand.

The 70mm infantry gun weighing 200 kilograms is already an excellent battalion-level fire support gun, but its transportation is still a troublesome thing, especially for the Japanese army, which also has a low degree of mechanization.

 An artillery squad of fifteen people, most of which are ammunition soldiers who need to participate in the transportation of infantry artillery bodies and ammunition.

 The range observer who was hit first by the artillery shell is one of the core members of the infantry artillery team. Losing the observer hand is like losing the eye of a cannon.

Then, the cannonballs as thick as sandbags and cigars penetrated the upper part of the observer's neck. The huge kinetic energy directly exploded his head into a **** mist. The steel mantlet of the infantry gun behind him.

The cannonball, whose kinetic energy had been weakened, did not give up the pace of continuing to run wildly. The warhead was bounced off by the steel shield and turned into a ricochet without any rules.

Then it hit the gunner on the other side of the infantry cannon again, who had just stood up and was caught off guard. The deformed warhead hit the gunner's soft abdomen, instantly piercing it, leaving a terrifying wound comparable to the size of a dish. Then it crashed into the other side of the fortification. Sandbags were used to create a hole the size of a teacup to show that the shell had been there.

The other two shells penetrated almost at the same time, but this time the Japanese army was very lucky, because the impact point was higher, and the ammunition handlers behind them were basically bending over to move the shells, so they were lucky enough to escape. Cannonball kiss.

But the artillery squad leader who was responsible for giving orders and holding the small flag was not so lucky. Although his height was by no means more than 1.6 meters, he stood too straight, causing the incoming artillery shells to hit his chest. Ninety-nine steel helmet.

The helmet, which can prevent rockfall and bullet fragments, was penetrated by a single blow like a piece of tissue paper. The face under the helmet did not know what it would look like after being shattered by the shell. The Japanese soldiers who raised their heads in shock only saw their squad leader stunned. After standing for two seconds, it fell straight down like a piece of rotten wood.

 Then, the blood mist poured down from the sky. It was a beautiful scene of the first dead Japanese soldier having his head blown off. The blood fountain spurting out from the neck cavity was the source of the blood mist.

Just touch it casually with your hand, and your hair and face will feel smooth.

If you look more carefully, you can even find a lot of unknown color and warm meat **** on the body.

There were no howls of pain. The two Japanese soldiers who died, whether their heads were crushed or pierced, walked to death extremely quietly.

 Because, death came too unexpectedly, leaving them no time to fear.

It was not until a full five seconds later that the Japanese soldiers in the fortifications started to vomit desperately after their chests and abdomen were pierced and their organs could no longer be stuffed back.

Infantrymen have seen the tragic scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere on the battlefield. After encountering artillery fire, various human body parts flew everywhere. After the war, they even had to dig out the bodies of their colleagues that had been broken into hundreds of pieces in the soil bit by bit.

But for the artillerymen who are only responsible for firing artillery in the distance, it is really a kind of psychology to see their colleagues' extremely fresh and trembling livers and steaming large and small intestines covered with all kinds of brain tissue on their bodies. The destruction on.

The tenacity that once dared to fight machine guns was defeated by cruelty beyond human limits. At least three Japanese soldiers knelt down and cried bitterly after vomiting profusely.

The Japanese soldier who was unable to save himself also fell to the ground, his face as pale as paper. He had lost too much blood and no longer had the energy to cry, but the pleading in his eyes when he looked at his colleagues clearly said: I can still save him one more time.

However, even a person with a missing head would know that he would not be able to survive. Not to mention that his internal organs were exposed, and the blood from such a huge wound had almost drained all the blood from his body.

 Otherwise, how could he become so white, like a pretty boy?

Until the end of the battle, this infantry cannon was not shelled again. Although only three people were killed, its observer, gunner and commander were all killed. The remaining people had a psychological collapse. How could they continue to fight? It's a miracle.

Not to mention that the artillerymen who were on the scene collapsed, even an army lieutenant of the 2nd Infantry Battalion who angrily broke into the fortifications to urge the artillery fire. Seeing such a terrifying scene, he couldn't hold back his stomach. , vomited it out on the spot.

Of course, for Tietou, the instigator, he could not see the results of his victory.

What's more, even if he saw it, he wouldn't be very happy and inspired.

His opponent was not just this infantry artillery fortification. In his field of vision, there was also an infantry artillery that was shelling wildly. The vibrations caused by the shelling on the wall not far away stimulated his adrenaline. It seemed that the next moment, the infantry artillery was terrifying. The cannonballs can blow him and the machine cannon into pieces flying all over the sky. This is not a battle about victory, but a battle to see who dies last.

 What everyone here strives for is to die in the end.

Only in this way can we go underground and report to the brothers who died first: Brother, I have avenged you.

 The exchange of machine gun and infantry artillery fire continued.

But the Japanese infantry advanced at least 50 meters further. The smoke bombs they created and the thick smoke emitted by the gunfire could no longer even block their increasingly ferocious faces under their 90 steel helmets.

Looking at it from the perspective of everyone in the concession, especially those standing on high buildings with telescopes, they can see the entire battlefield clearly.

Sihang Warehouse is like a delicious piece of cake, and there are countless earth-yellow ants swarming towards this 'cake'.

The nearest Japanese infantry was even less than 60 meters away, but they still did not stand up straight. After accepting the lessons of the previous few days, they no longer blindly and arrogantly started charging from 100 meters away, and then were beaten by numerous people in the warehouse. A torrent of metal ejected from a long and short burst type firearm swept him to the ground.

They have been crawling on the ground. Although the speed is not fast, it makes people feel more frightened.

 At a distance of 20 to 30 meters, they might stand up and charge, charging against the bullets in the warehouse that were suppressed by their own artillery fire.

 The shorter the distance, the less time. It may only take four seconds. As long as they are not killed by the Chinese bullets, they can rush downstairs, find the blind spot, and carry out various explosions.

 With the previous lessons learned, the Japanese army will no longer rush the whole team into the building rashly and become prey in the trap that has been set.

Regardless of whether there were demolition soldiers carrying explosive bags, many of the infantrymen who followed them even carried a sandbag on their backs, which was intended to be used to quickly establish temporary fortifications downstairs.

Although it would not be the end of the warehouse defenders, as the solid wall was blown open, it was like a crab with teeth and claws. After removing the hard back shell, only the tender crab meat was left inside, and it no longer had the previous fighting power. , it is only a matter of time before the entire army is annihilated.

 The Chinese people who saw all this felt as if their hearts were being squeezed by a big hand, making them almost breathless.

"Lieutenant Colonel Xie, your subordinates are very brave, but their troops are too few." Colonel James couldn't help but sigh with slight regret when he looked at the scene in front of him. "The Japanese are about to capture their position."

Even though he was extremely hopeful that this offensive and defensive battle with great disparity in combat power would end soon before the battle began, when this scene was about to appear, he still felt sad for the Chinese soldiers who fought tenaciously.

 It was not just because the two Chinese commanders were in his observation fortifications.

The Army Lieutenant Colonel, who had been standing upright and looking forward, had solemn eyes, but he answered him in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Colonel James, I think you are too arbitrary. Don't tell the Japanese that they can't conquer the warehouse this morning, even if you give them a day, they won't be able to do it. "

“Really?” Colonel James curled his lips involuntarily.

 It was difficult for him to understand the self-confidence of the Chinese Army Lieutenant Colonel in front of him. He could even call it arrogant and conceited.

 Is it because they withstood the Japanese army’s violent attacks for three days and nights?

 But the fact is that the number of troops in the warehouse has dropped sharply to one third or more!

 “Because there is a Tang Dao there!” The lieutenant colonel did not give a reason for him to straighten his waist.

 However, he has such confidence.

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PS: In the blink of an eye, it’s Monday again, brothers, come here with your recommended tickets and monthly passes! Also, we have negotiated with the editor to put it on the shelves on June 1st. No matter if there is Sanjiang or not, I won’t wait any longer. It will already have 420,000 words on the shelves by then. It’s too miserable. I’m probably one of the authors with the largest number of free words at Qidian!

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