The Japanese grenade fired two rounds and then disappeared.
The sandbags have been stacked on the cart. The earthen tanks are only afraid of Japanese grenades. A door panel and then a sandbag are hung in front of the cart. A soaked quilt is spread in front of the cart. Madman Yang said that this can stop bullets.
A militiaman squatting on a table outside the wall with the Ninth Battalion asked the captain next to him: "Didn't you say you can't take advantage of the masses?"
"What?"
"They take people's quilts."
The captain then gave the questioning soldier a slap in the face: "Stop talking nonsense, are those black-hearted businessmen the masses?"
Another asked: "I don't think wet quilts can stop bullets."
"Can you kid learn more carefully? Didn't you see that they put sand in the quilt?"
"The sand is in front, why didn't it fall to the bottom?" The soldier had a rich imagination, and there was indeed no sand in the quilt.
The captain nodded: "Well, that's a problem. I'll take a look at it later."
Another soldier immediately added: "I just saw it. They hung a door panel in front of the cart, hung the quilt on it, smashed a lot of nails, and then filled it with sand."
The militia captain suddenly understood and nodded: "So that's it."
"What's the point? Our ancestor Yue Fei used this trick more than a thousand years ago to defeat the Jin soldiers." Another soldier showed off proudly.
All the soldiers immediately turned to look at the captain.
The captain looked at his subordinates with a dark face: "What do you think I am doing?"
"Nothing. Captain Qin!"
The smoke on the military camp playground slowly thinned.
Hu Yi did not go to the battlefield. He once again went to the top of the county office building, the highest point in the county town next to the military camp. He held up his binoculars to observe the movements on the surrounding walls.
Have the correspondent next to you wave the flag in your hand.
Soon, I looked into the telescope field of view in the direction of the east tower.
Two teams of more than ten people left the city tower and moved north and south along the city wall.
"If you dare to wink and curl your lips at them, Taoist will send you back to grandma's house with two shots. Your wife and children will have to be with others. If you want to survive, don't play tricks." Li Laosi, who walked out of the tower, warned sternly with a shell gun.
Li Laosi was followed by a squad, carrying rifles on their backs and rifles stuck in their backs, escorting the puppet platoon leader and a puppet soldier in front who were carrying empty rifles, and walked quickly along the city wall towards the south gate.
Big Dog led another squad and escorted several puppet soldiers who also carried empty guns around to the north city gate.
Walking on the city wall, I saw no one in the streets and alleys. Perhaps it was because there had been too many wars, but there were no people in the city panicking and shouting.
Walking around the corner of the city wall, I pretended to be the platoon leader in front, raising my hands to wipe sweat again and again.
Li Laosi warned again: "Calm down, I will make sure you are fine after this is over."
There was a squad of puppet soldiers left at the South City Gate, with the machine gun pointing north. When he saw someone coming from the east, the puppet squad leader immediately became vigilant: "Platoon Leader Lu, you didn't go to the city with reinforcements?"
The Lu Puppet platoon leader was sweating profusely: "Taijun asked this platoon leader to inspect the city wall defense. Why do you only defend the inside of the city but not the outside?"
The pseudo-squad leader shook his head: "There is not a single ghost outside the city."
Platoon Leader Lu once again raised his hand to wipe away the sweat: "Then you have to guard the place, but you can't let a saboteur go."
"Hey, don't look at my small number. If anyone dares to get close to the city wall, I will sieve him." The pseudo-squad leader looked proud: "Well, Platoon Leader Lu, you walked from the east gate to the south gate. How can such a small distance be so far away?" Sweating profusely? How about some water?"
The puppet soldier next to the puppet squad leader had a sharp eye and saw that the puppet platoon leader guarding the east gate did not have a kettle hanging on his body. He quickly pulled out the kettle and said, "Platoon leader Lu, take a sip of the fine Taihang forsythia leaf tea."
The team that came over didn't stop. The pseudo-squad leader waved his cattail leaf fan and was suddenly stunned for a moment: "It seems like you haven't seen these brothers behind you before?"
The "newcomers" watched Li Laosi and his men walking past the puppet troops lying on the crevices of the city wall one by one. Platoon Leader Lu persuaded them with a wry smile: "Don't resist, they are all eighth masters."
The pseudo-squad leader looked at the shell gun in the hands of a stranger who was dressed like himself and had a rifle on his back. His eyes widened and his mouth like a dead fish opened wide enough to fit a duck egg. After a while, he finally understood and knelt down with a plop: "Baye, please spare my life."
"He who knows the current affairs is a hero!" Li Laosi grabbed the fan in the hand of the pseudo-squad leader and said, "This will save Taoist Master from having to do the rituals and recite sutras several times at night."
Tang Dagou, who was preparing for the Duanbei Tower, did not go so smoothly.
Before reaching the north gate, the pseudo-squad leader who was left behind noticed something fishy: "Stop, what are you doing here if you don't guard the east gate?"
"I'm here to take your life!" Tang Dagou raised his gun and shot
Bang bang bang.
The shell gun in the hands of the soldier next to the big dog rang out.
He directly beat this man into a sieve. Originally, the wall was pointing into the city. When he looked sideways, the puppet soldiers to the east had no chance to draw their guns and directly raised their hands.
This move was performed so skillfully that several rifles fell directly from their hands and fell under the wall.
Everything was going according to plan, and Hu Yi was determined.
Put down the telescope and order to the correspondent next to him: "Inform the mule to launch a frontal attack!"
Luo Fugui had already inspected the tanks one by one, patted the machine gunner on the cart and told him not to tilt his buttocks too far, and asked the rifleman to shrink his head and hide behind the sandbag.
Then he explained to the soldiers who were pushing the tanks and carts that during the battle, they should not raise their heads while crouching down. If someone was killed, how should they take up their positions?
Hearing the communication call next to him, he quickly turned his head to look at the top floor of the county office and saw clearly that the signal soldiers were giving the attack signal.
"Grandma's Attack" commanded Xiong, then turned around and threw his general's hat to the correspondent, pulled the helmet from the correspondent's hand and clasped it on his head, broke the gong and shouted: "The warehouse is full, covered by the machine gun grandma."
Tum-tum-tum.
Just outside one of the shooting holes, a tongue of fire flashed violently in the smoke of the setting sun.
Completed the first ballistic guidance.
The soldier lying on the wall held up the binoculars, gestured slowly with his arms, and adjusted the angle of the heavy machine gun.
Then, the heavy machine gun started firing continuously.
Tom tom tom tom
The trajectory of the machine gun adjusts left and right as the arms of the soldier lying on the wall observe the ballistic movement half-bent.
The first earthen tank was pushed to the gate of the Japanese barracks, adjusted its direction to face the barracks head-on.
The barrel of the machine gun had just been replaced, and I was lying half-eared on the constantly shaking cart, not daring to show my head, and I felt really nervous.
The bullets fired back by the Japanese continued to hit the quilt and sandbag board in front of the cart, making a squeaking sound.
The bullet penetration of the 38-meter bullet is not limited. Part of the bullet penetrates the quilt, then drills through the sandbag and penetrates the wooden board.
The kinetic energy is almost exhausted, and there is no more lethality.
The first cart headed by Half Ears was not moving very fast, and another cart pushed in from the gate of the Japs barracks, and followed it side by side with Half Ears, which was lying on its back, and then another cart followed.
On the playground, bullets from heavy machine guns continued to pull arrogantly toward the military camp from the flanks. The Japanese fired back at the heavy machine guns in a measured manner. From time to time, bullets flew towards the shooting holes not much larger than the head.
The Japanese sergeant was a little panicked. He hid behind the window of the barracks, straightened the big steel helmet on his head again, and put it on tightly.
Then he shouted for the grenade group to knock out the heavy machine gun firepower point outside the courtyard wall.
Every time a Japanese soldier with a grenade launcher comes in as a substitute, he will receive a black shot.
The twenty-odd Japs who went up to the roof to seize the county office next door were trapped in a situation where they were beaten on three sides, and all of them died long ago.
So far, only the toilet area east of the barracks appears to have remained unattacked.
The Japanese army officer did not pay attention. The reason was simple: the high point of the west county office was occupied by his opponent.
Occasionally, figures would pop out of the window with the collapsed roof. Anyone who dared to go to the toilet on the east side would immediately become a target.
As for the shooter coming from the toilet, he never even thought about it.
(End of chapter)
