Finally, some Japanese soldiers quickly approached the ground floor of the warehouse, preparing to carry out blasting operations.
However, the Japs didn't know that the regiment leader had already made a plan for this. As soon as the Japs came over, a large number of grenades were immediately thrown down from the upstairs. When the grenades hit the ground, they had already reached the critical point of explosion. There is no way to avoid the devil.
Amidst the violent explosions, most of the Japanese who rushed to the bottom of the warehouse fell to hell. The Japs commander's eyes were about to burst out, and there was nothing he could do against the defenders.
Today's battlefield confrontation was much more intense than yesterday.
On the roof of the building, the Japanese planes were still circling back and forth, blasting a large number of holes into the roof.
Soldiers from Wen San's platoon rushed out and opened fire from time to time, but it had no effect, so they simply fired at the Japs downstairs.
Wen San secretly complained in his heart that there was no artillery here, and there was no equipment capable of shooting down the plane. Although the little devil's plane is not very good, it can easily suppress them.
Such suffering can be said to be a big problem faced by the entire Chinese army.
With backward equipment and no air superiority, even the most elite troops will be bombed to the point where they cannot hold their heads up.
"Platoon commander, what should we do?"
The soldiers were very anxious. The brothers in the warehouse were fighting fiercely with the Japs, but they could only hide in the stairwell to avoid the Japs' plane strafing and bombing. Only when you hear the sound of the plane getting quieter can you rush out and attack the Japanese on the ground.
This kind of combat efficiency was quite low and had very little effect. Everyone turned their attention to Wen San, hoping that he could find a good way.
"There is no way to deal with the Japanese planes at the moment. We can only wait. The Japanese planes have short legs and will fly back on their own if they can't last long." Wen San didn't know much.
In the early days of World War II, the Japanese had not yet established their own airports in East China. Most Japanese fighter jets take off from ships and cannot hold a lot of fuel.
Usually, after they circle the battlefield for a few times, they have to return obediently.
Sure enough, after waiting for more than ten minutes, the sound of the plane gradually faded away. The soldiers rushed out carrying various weapons without Wen San's command.
The light and heavy weapons on the roof were activated again, and the first targets were naturally those positions that bombarded the warehouse. The Japs had very few locations to choose from. They were basically the same spots as yesterday. Machine guns rang out on the rooftops, and the Japs' artillery positions immediately became unstoppable. He had no choice but to drop his weapons and start retreating.
The grenade in Wen San's hand also joined in. Any location where the Japs put out heavy firepower would be his target.
After several rounds of bombardment, the Japanese firepower was greatly reduced, and the impact on the strength of the Four Lines Warehouse was suddenly much smaller. With multiple firepower points covered, the pressure on the soldiers in the warehouse was greatly reduced, and the Japanese were beaten back continuously. The little advantage gained just now was immediately gone.
"The Japs can't hold it anymore. Let's work harder to harvest the retreating Japs and try not to let them retreat." Wen San has already seen the defeat of the Japs. The three offensive lines were all weak, suffered heavy casualties, and showed obvious signs of retreat.
Previously, Wen San and others were suppressed by Japanese planes and did not play much of a role. Now that the Japanese were defeated, the soldiers downstairs became more difficult to attack. But for Wen San on the roof, it was just right, almost within the optimal attack distance.
After a violent sweep of the ground, the retreating Japanese soldiers left behind many corpses. The air support they had been looking forward to did not achieve the expected results, and the firepower on the roof was still as strong as before. Once again, many Japanese were killed.
The defenders of the first battalion seemed to be wearing steel armor. The Japanese's various offensive methods achieved very limited results. However, the defenders' output caused heavy losses to the Japanese, and the attack launched on the morning of the 28th ended in failure.
The Japanese paid much more casualties than the first battalion. After two days of fighting, the Japanese third division was beaten like a dog.
The so-called elite divisions kept losing battles. The senior commanders of the entire division were scolded so hard that they couldn't hold their heads up.
They have repeatedly promised to capture the Sihang Warehouse in one battle, but there is no sign of completing the mission. The number of casualties among the troops continued to rise. Even if faced with the strength of a legion, the Third Division had never experienced such a large number of casualties.
The Japanese retreated, and after checking the situation of each company, the regiment leader came to the top of the building. Seeing Wen San, he quickly asked, "What are your casualties?"
"Three soldiers were sacrificed, four others were seriously injured, and five were slightly injured." Wen San reported the number of casualties with a very ugly look on his face.
"Why are there so many casualties? Just pull back when the Japanese planes come. You can't just hold on." Although the regiment leader did not fight with Wen San's platoon, he could still judge the general situation from the changes in firepower on the roof.
"At first I thought there was only one Japanese plane, and I was going to deal with it. Unexpectedly, another one came..." Wen San admitted that he had made a mistake.
If there was only one Japanese plane, Wen San would dare to fight with the Japanese even if he was fighting on the rooftop. As long as the bunker moves fast enough, it can maintain a considerable firepower output even if it takes a certain amount of casualties.
But the Japanese came in with two planes at once, and used cross-fire coverage from both planes, leaving very little room for Wen San and others to escape. In this case, if you stay upstairs, you will definitely have to pay a heavy price.
"Don't do this next time. The brothers downstairs are not that weak. They can withstand light and heavy firepower. Even if the devils rush over, don't we still have the warehouse as a shield?" Tuancai felt very sorry for these wounded soldiers.
Although the fighting downstairs was quite fierce, the overall casualties of the four companies were not much more than Wen San's platoon.
"When it's time to retreat, you must retreat. It won't be too late to come out after the Japanese plane has left. Aren't you guys going to perform very well later..." The regiment leader did not blame Wen San too much, knowing that he also wanted to take the place of those downstairs. The soldiers share the pressure.
Overall, Wen San's platoon has done a good job. Their record is definitely the best in the whole battalion.
"Captain, is there any way to bring down the Japanese plane?" Wen San has been pondering this question. If Japanese planes come to harass us every day, it will be a very headache.
If one can be killed, I'm afraid the Japanese planes will be more careful and won't dare to circle back and forth around the Sihang Warehouse.
"It's very difficult, unless you can know the heading of the Japanese planes in advance and attack them when they rush over. However, the success rate of this operation is probably only 10 to 20%. Instead, you have to worry about the possibility of being shot by Japanese machine guns and the soldiers being injured. The risk is greatly increased. In principle, this high-risk style of play is not recommended.”
The regiment leader thought Wen San was just discussing corresponding tactics. In the absence of anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft guns, Japanese aircraft are almost invincible in the sky. They can bully ground troops into doubting their lives.
