Wen San also thinks that there is no problem in responding this way. After all, these Japanese are not the main attackers. They just need to harass them appropriately to prevent the Japanese from having an easy time.
After a while, sporadic gunshots rang out from different floors. The Japanese who got into the building paid a small price and quickly rushed in successfully.
Wen San looked at the house on the right and immediately brought a grenade over, with a rare smile on his face.
"Guan Heizi, haven't you always wanted to learn how to use a grenade? Now I give you a chance to follow me." Wen San called Guan Heizi from Class 3 over.
The two grenades without shells were placed in the third squad, and Guan Heizi was very greedy. During training, he pestered Wen San many times to teach him how to use this thing.
Since there were no artillery shells, Wen San only taught him how to adjust the angle of the grenade barrel, but did not fire live ammunition.
Now the opportunity has finally come.
Guan Heizi grinned widely, carrying a grenade in one hand and a box of cannonballs in the other, moving as nimble as the wind.
This guy is as strong as Liu Dazhu.
"Did you see that house in front of you? Follow me and adjust the tilt angle of the grenade, and move quickly." Wen San had already taken a good look at the relevant parameters. At such a close distance, he didn't even need to measure the wind speed, he could just do it. .
"How many rounds?" Guan Heizi's face was full of excitement, and he wanted to throw out a box of shells.
"It depends on the situation. Just blow the house down." Wen San was not sure how strong the house was.
He saw at least one small group of Japs running in.
It just so happened that Battalion Commander Yang sent him two more base shells, wouldn't they be used now? If you don't bury a bunch of Japanese in this house, you won't be able to afford the shells left by the Japanese.
A minute later, two artillery shells accurately landed on the roof below. The exploding shells immediately lifted up half of the roof, causing tiles to fly all over the sky, and finally fell heavily to the ground.
"What's going on? Where did the Chinese army get the artillery?" The Japanese who had just entered the house were stunned, screamed in fright, and quickly found a place to hide.
For some reasons, the First Battalion did not consider using artillery fire. The main reason is of course the fear of spreading to the surrounding concessions. The secondary reason is that they are on the defensive side. Most of the soldiers are in the warehouse and the artillery cannot be used.
The Japanese intelligence was very careful, and they knew that the defenders had no artillery, so they dared to make such a bold battle plan. Who knew that in the first exchange of fire, both teams were wiped out, and the sharp weapon was delivered to Wen San's hands.
Fortunately, there are a lot of things in the house. As long as you block the falling tiles or beams above your head, there is basically no danger. This building is still a two-story small foreign-style building. As long as you don't run up to it, the danger is not that great. But it will be difficult to find a good shooting position.
"Damn it, our equipment must have fallen into the hands of the Chinese army again." The Japanese finally came to their senses. Such a close distance is just within the attack range of the grenade.
When the Japanese were in chaos, several more shells fell. This time the roof had been blown off and the shells landed right in the house. The shattered furniture or wood instantly turned into sharp bayonets. As long as they were hit, a wound would be cut.
Hearing the screams coming from the room, Wen San couldn't help but feel happy and signaled Guan Heizi to continue the bombardment. Even if the entire house cannot be blown down, it will at least make them afraid to get into these houses easily.
Sure enough, after several consecutive shells were fired, the house made of earth and wood could not withstand it at all, and part of it soon fell down. Wen San could clearly hear calls for help and howls coming from inside.
More Japanese soldiers ran out of the house in a panic. I was afraid that the whole house would collapse and I would be buried alive inside.
As soon as these devils ran out, they naturally became the targets of the first battalion's sharpshooters. Although the casualties caused were not large, they were extremely intimidating. The Japanese were beaten into quite a panic and retreated faster than when they came.
"Okay, put away the artillery shells and grenade launchers. The appetizers are over and the main course is on the table." Wen San stopped, and the two of them fired seven artillery shells in total, finally destroying the most threatening Japanese stronghold. Served.
As for those buildings that are a little further away, they can't take care of them for the time being, because the two Japanese troops have already entered the shooting range under the cover of tanks.
The previous bombing had a certain urging effect. Knowing that the two sides were engaging in fire, the Japanese involuntarily accelerated their march. There are two routes. The troops invested by the Japanese this time are a large group with a total number of more than 1,000 people.
Among them were two artillery squads and several groups of mortar shooters. These are the extra troops arranged by the Japanese. When the battle ahead is scorched, they can enter the pre-selected position and bombard the Sihang Warehouse.
At this moment, the tank rushing ahead shook violently, and the sinister shells flew out of the barrel and directly hit the Sihang Warehouse!
Boom!
Wen San and others felt that the entire Sihang Warehouse was shaking, a large amount of dust was flying, and the light bulbs in the room were flashing wildly, making their vision blurry.
The movement was indeed a bit loud, but it did not cause any harm to the defenders. Only a few small holes were left on the outer wall of the warehouse, and the wall was not even penetrated.
I have to say that the bank's warehouse is really strong. Many soldiers' hearts suddenly fell to the ground. Even the Japanese tanks can't penetrate the warehouse, and other weapons are even more useless.
As a result, several firepower points within reach immediately began to respond. Although the distance was a little farther, there were many Japs, so even if the shot missed, some Japs would still be shot.
However, this level of casualties naturally could not scare the Japanese. They still relied on the tanks in front to block them and pushed forward at a low back.
"Brothers, the main dish of the Japs has been served, let's start cooking!" Wen San ordered loudly.
The light and heavy machine guns that had been adjusted in place roared at the same time, and the guns in the hands of the soldiers were not to be outdone and fired at the pre-selected targets.
The Japanese who were concentrating on defending the shooting angles of the soldiers in the warehouse were caught off guard again. The route they chose was good enough, taking into full consideration the possible shooting positions in the warehouse, but the line of sight on the roof was very wide, and as long as they were adjusted properly, the shooting positions would not be affected at all.
In other words, no matter which direction the Japs come from, as long as the target is Sihang Warehouse, they will be within the attack range of Wen San's platoon. What's more, Wen San has already made preparations.
The moment the entire platoon opened fire, more than ten Japs were taken away. More injured Japs fell to the ground, struggling, almost like fish on the shore. Only a few Japs reacted quickly and went around to the other side of the tank.
But the Japanese bean tank is so big, how many Japanese can it hide? More people are still under threat from the defenders' guns. Their progress was immediately interrupted, and they desperately looked for cover, lying on the ground and not daring to move.
Only the tank at the front kept firing, but the shells were blocked by the solid outer wall of the warehouse. The threat to the defenders was minimal.
