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"What's going on?" Lei Heng, the commander of the machine gun company, asked Yang Deyu.

"I didn't expect the devil to do this."

When Yang Deyu walked over, the explosion had already happened, and he guessed what the enemy had done from the bunch of dead bodies on the ground.

The first and second floors are where the enemy’s firepower is the most. Both heavy machine guns and light machine guns are deployed, and the windows are the focus of defense. Now the second floor is difficult to land due to the existence of electrified barbed wire, so the Japanese army shifted their focus of attack to the first floor.

The curved firepower of the mortar could not reach, and the bullets of the heavy machine gun could not penetrate the bunker. In order to break through the firepower of the national army, the Japanese soldiers with explosive packs lined up and rushed in with the machine guns. Behind the corpses on the ground, there was the sound of exploding the windows sealed with electrified wires, wooden boards, and sandbags.

"Li Xiang, Yang Shusheng, you bring Yangguai and Duanwu here, and when you see the Japanese army daring to make trouble on the Western Wall, you drop iron barrels and bombs, Zhu Shengzhong..."

"exist."

Zhu Shengzhong withdrew the Type 97 anti-tank gun from the window, and Yang Deyu threw him two flower traps, "Take your men and follow me to the first floor to drive Little Japan back."

"yes."

Zhu Shengzhong agreed, and followed Yang Deyu with the people from Class 7 to the stairs.

The machine gun company also split up a dozen men, and two light machine guns went downstairs.

When a group of people arrived at the lobby on the first floor, they found that the sandbags blocking the windows had been blown away. The machine gunner and deputy shooter were dead, and the ZB26 light machine gun could not be used. Only two soldiers with rifles were left at the firing point.

About 2 squads, more than 30 soldiers rushed towards the blasted window. Lei Heng was just about to command his soldiers to reorganize the defense line. Yang Deyu suddenly stopped him, nodded at Zhu Shengzhong, and walked to the back of the wall on the right side of the breach. A wave of Japanese soldiers rushed in and cut off the rope tied to the top beam.

There was a bang, and the iron drum suspended from the roof turned over due to the loss of support, and the sticky tung oil poured all over the Japanese soldiers. When they were bewildered, a second-class soldier beside Zhu Shengzhong suddenly stood up, raised the flame jet in his hand, device.

Huh~

The Japanese soldiers wearing tung oil ignited instantly, and subconsciously ran out after being excited by the heat, rushing the troops behind to pieces and igniting many people.

The ground in front of the sandbag bunker was also covered in flames, forming a wall of fire. Now even if there were not those few fire men making trouble, the Japanese soldiers would not even think about rushing into the warehouse.

"Call me."

Following Yang Deyu's order, Zhu Shengzhong led people to reorganize the sniper firepower.

The ZB26 light machine guns were firing, and the flower organs were firing. More than 30 Japanese soldiers who were blocked by the fire wall in front of the breach turned into smoking corpses on the ground, and a thick layer was spread outside.

Zhu Shengzhong is really convinced, and now he can understand why Yang Deyu obeyed a "deserter" and dared to be tough with people like Lei Xiong, the commander of the machine gun company, and Yang Ruifu. To keep the Sixing Warehouse, the price to pay is much higher than it is now.

"Grenade!"

When the fire in the front subsided slightly, the first class soldier who was shooting the second wave of the Japanese army with a medium-sized rifle noticed a Japanese corporal half-kneeling 50 meters away, aiming the grenade launcher in his hand at the breach.

Just when he was about to fire bursts to interfere, a bullet from somewhere shot through the temple of the Japanese Corporal Commander with extraordinary precision, and the man turned to the east and died.

And that's just the beginning.

A bullet mark flashed by, and the Japanese soldier with the grenadier fell to the ground; the Japanese first-class soldier who was close to the breach held a grenade and knocked on the helmet above his head. Beads of blood, the Japanese private first class fell to the ground, the grenade rolled a few times on the ground and exploded with a bang.

The third Japanese soldier.

The fourth Japanese soldier.

The Japanese officer who hid behind the dead and directed the assault.

There are also mortar gunners who use the trenches of the national army as curved firing positions.

...

In less than a minute, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in the front square fell to the ground, basically every five seconds.

With this harvesting efficiency, Yang Deyu can only think of one person.

The Japanese army focused all their attention on the four-row warehouse, and did not expect that the enemy would come out from the flanks. The frontline officers could only allocate part of their troops to suppress firepower. As a result, the offensive deployment was disrupted, and the pressure on the 524th regiment dropped sharply. Launch a more violent counterattack.

After attacking the Four Lines Warehouse for a long time, the mentality of the Japanese soldiers was a little bit broken. Now they were stirred up by the enemy snipers, and their momentum plummeted, and they became even more at a loss.

The Hasegawa Brigade has already left hundreds of corpses on the battlefield, and the rest of the people are afraid of the sniper, because they sent a small team of nearly 60 soldiers to pursue them in the morning, but they were killed by the sniper. , what about those people?

Compared with front-line combat soldiers, Jin Weixun knows more specifically.

What about those people? 59 of the 60 people died, and only one sergeant survived in the pursuit team.

In the words of the sergeant, that guy has been circling them in the ruins, fighting back while circling, and it is the kind of walking around.

Snipers are walking around, they are tracking, every time they lose track and want to give up, the other party will come out of nowhere, knock down one or two people, give them motivation and clues to continue tracking, walk around Go, people died in sevens and eights, and when they came back to their senses, they knew that they were tricked and wanted to run away. It was too late. At the beginning, they chased the snipers, and the snipers chased their butts and beat them.

For some reason, Jin Weixun thought of the person who left him a warning note——Hakuma Yoshicong.

Since the opponent can run, send the motorcycle squad and light armored vehicles that are not easy to attack the Sixing Warehouse to encircle and suppress.

Can a person go faster than a locomotive? Of course not!

On the ruins of the bell tower on the west side of the Sixing Warehouse, waiting for the I-type blackfly drone to mark the fire point of the Japanese 92 heavy machine gun, Lin Yue turned his body sideways, put the 97-type sniper rifle on the overheated window lattice, and turned his right eye to the rear of the scope One pad, the index finger on the trigger pressed back.

Boom~

The body of the gun shook, and the bullet shot away.

To the east of the Sixing Warehouse, there was a flash of fire from the sandbag-built shooting hole on the ruins of the Bank of China warehouse, but there was no movement.

Lin Yue pulled the bolt with his hand to eject the cartridge, leaned slightly, pressed the muzzle of the gun down, and pulled the trigger again.

Boom~

Another shot.

A Japanese private first-class soldier who found his position and squatted down to shoot fell to the ground with blood bursting out of his chest.

"72."

After softly reporting a number, Lin Yue picked up the gun, quickly left the shooting point, pressed the side window sill and shot out, landing on the roof of the nearby residential building.

At the same time, there was a bang behind him, and the shooting point where he had just sniped the enemy was covered in flames, and most of the wall to the west collapsed.

It is 1937, and Japanese soldiers are still very slippery when playing grenadiers.

Jumping to the roof of the residential house, he did not continue to snipe at the Japanese army at the Sixing Warehouse, but ran northward at the fastest speed, because according to the latest information sent by the Type I Blackfly drone, the Japanese army sent a motorized infantry The squad and two Type 91 armored vehicles came to encircle him.

This Jin Weixun... really thinks highly of him.

After jumping off the roof of the residential building, Lin Yue continued to run north while firing two shots into the sky.

The Japanese battle flag on the front fender of the motorcycle fluttered in the wind. When the first motorcycle chased after the sound of sniper gunfire, the commander of the Japanese motorcycle team noticed a fleeting figure in the corner of the wall. He drew out his saber and pointed at it. Where the figure disappeared, he shouted: "Surround him."

Ten three-wheeled motorcycles and two Type 91 armored vehicles were divided into two groups, one left and one right to outflank forward, and the corporal on one of the three-wheeled motorcycles was urging the driver to speed up while constantly buckling in the bumps. Pull the trigger of the crooked machine gun, and drive forward with a rattling, rattling sound.

People's two legs can't run on wheels, even if they can walk among the ruins and avoid the shooting of machine guns and rifles, but in the end, the guy was forced to go outside a textile factory that was mostly blown up. The commander of the motorcycle team Watching the target jump over the outer wall and jump in.

He drew out his saber and pointed to the front to make a gesture. The left team entered through the front door, and the right team entered through the gap at the bottom of the east wall.

The two motorcycle teams circled the factory room for a few times, and the commander finally caught sight of the target figure. While roaring, he pulled out the Nanfang Type 14 pistol in his waist and fired.

The soldiers on the sidecar of the three-wheeled motorcycle that followed behind followed the guns and fired. The machine gun bullets hit the road with a loud sound and the mud splashed.

That guy was so good at running, and within two breaths, he dodged to the back of the raw material warehouse. Because the shooting range was blocked, the shooters on the sidecar yelled angrily, calling it hateful. The driver chose to speed up and drive forward. Into a muddy field of sackcloth, cotton, cashmere.

Then, the commander of the motorcycle squad realized that it was not they who had driven the man into a dead end, but the man who had led them into the hunter's trap.