"The little devil is so arrogant that he wants us to die. I'll let him die first."
Zhao Beishan was furious when he heard Yamamoto's challenge. He stood up suddenly and wanted to kill Major Yamamoto.
But as soon as he stood up, Duanwu pulled him back.
At the same time, a bullet scratched the edge of the outer wall of the roof of the Sihang Warehouse, directly knocking off Zhao Beishan's hat.
Zhao Beishan covered his head, shocked.
Duanwu smiled and said: "The Japs' sharpshooters have been targeting us!"
"Damn it, the little devil is so sinister."
Zhao Beishan was very angry because in this way, they were suppressed in terms of momentum.
"Brother Duanwu, what should we do? We can't be suppressed by the momentum of the little devil."
Zhao Beishan was furious and asked Duanwu for help.
Duanwu smiled and said, "Why are you panicking? Do you want to listen?"
Before Dragon Boat Festival finished speaking, he heard a little devil shouting: "The Chinese are too powerful, we are no match, you run away, run away!..."
"Hahaha!"
Zhao Beishan laughed loudly when he heard the little devil shouting. It turned out that the Japanese prisoner who was hung on the outer wall of Sihang Warehouse began to persuade him to surrender in order to survive.
Bang bang, this face was slapped by Major Yamamoto, and it became swollen. He wanted to overwhelm his opponent in terms of momentum, but he didn't want his own people to persuade him to surrender.
"idiot!"
Major Yamamoto was furious, grabbed the rifle from the soldier on the side, and aimed it at the Japanese soldier who shouted to persuade him to surrender.
boom!
The gunshot rang out, and one hundred and fifty meters away, Major Yamamoto shot a hole in the chest of the soldier who was trying to persuade him to surrender.
The Japanese soldier vomited blood, and his last words were just that he wanted to go home.
However, I'm afraid he will never be able to realize this wish, because Major Yamamoto's second shot hit his heart.
The Japanese soldier was shot dead by his own officer, but Major Sanben still did not calm down. He drew his sword and roared loudly: Attack.
At this moment, the little Japanese's light and heavy machine guns were firing at the Sihang Warehouse.
The bullet penetrated the glass, and the broken glass was like fairy flowers.
The outer wall of Sihang Warehouse was instantly covered with dense bullet holes.
People in the four rows of warehouses were lying on the ground or hiding behind bunkers. Bullets whizzed past their heads.
The timid ones huddled up, while the bold ones only waited for orders before launching a counterattack.
Bang! .....Wow! .....
Ding ding! Ding! ...
The little devil's shooting became more and more fierce. The bullets passed through the glass of the window and hit the inside of the Sihang Warehouse. The cement on the ceiling was shot down by the bullets. Sparks flew from the steel plates on the metal shelves.
The bullets bounced off steel plates, steel bars, etc. and then flew everywhere.
At this moment, even a veteran who has been through battle for a long time will inevitably feel a numb scalp. Because no one knows what will happen in the next second.
They can only pray that Duanwu's judgment is correct, otherwise they will be completely suppressed now.
The Japs outside began a large-scale charge, roaring like wild beasts.
But in the terrifying machine gun fire, in the roar of the Japs, in the moment when the Japs' artillery fire was about to ignite. The Dragon Boat Festival is like a giant, rising slowly.
At the same time, on the roof of the Sixing Warehouse, the artillery and fifty grenadiers of the independent regiment were ready.
Four mortars opened fire simultaneously with fifty grenadiers.
The artillery shells came out of the gun and went straight to the Little Japanese artillery position, blowing up the Little Japanese artillery position and knocking people off their backs.
And the endless grenades fell like a heavy rain on the charging Japanese.
Boom! Boom! ...
The horrific explosion struck in front of the Sihang Warehouse and extended to the Japanese artillery position.
Under the artillery fire, the Japanese cried for their fathers and mothers, panicking like rats crossing the street.
In just a moment, dozens of people were injured or killed, and the rest of the charging Japanese were all submerged in a billowing smoke.
Major Yamamoto's security team forced Major Yamamoto to leave.
Major Yamamoto pretended to be brave and shouted: "I won't leave, I still have to direct the battle. Don't stop me..."
But the next moment, a cannonball landed twenty meters behind him, scaring him so much that he fell to the ground.
"Your Excellency, let's go quickly!"
His escort dragged Major Yamamoto away, and Major Yamamoto didn't scream this time. He rolled and crawled and hid behind a bunker with his escort team.
Looking around at this time, there were endless explosions, and they didn't know how many artillery shells the Chinese army had hit them.
Little did he know that Danwu was desperate in this battle and ordered the artillery to shoot down all the cannonballs taken from Yoshida.
"Baga, this is our mortar. The Chinese soldiers are actually using our mortar to hit us.
Give me the order for the front troops to retreat, and order the artillerymen of the Third and Fourth Squadrons to suppress the artillery fire of the Chinese soldiers. Quick! "
Major Yamamoto gave a loud order, and the Japanese who were still alive retreated in embarrassment. The undamaged Japanese artillery of the Third and Fourth Squadrons rushed forward to set up artillery positions 400 meters away from the Sihang Warehouse.
But at the same time, the two 37-type anti-aircraft guns on the second floor of the Sihang Warehouse were being pushed to the window position.
Zhao Beishan finally showed a cheerful smile.
"Grandma, hit me, hit me hard."
boom! boom! ...
Under Zhao Beishan's order, the two Type 37 anti-tank guns opened fire with all their strength, directly tearing a large hole out of the Little Japanese's artillery position 400 meters away.
The little devil set up the artillery position four hundred meters away in order to compete with the Chinese artillery. But they didn't want to be caught off guard by the sudden appearance of two 37-mm anti-aircraft guns.
The little devil's 60-caliber mortar and the 37-caliber anti-tank gun are not on the same level at all.
Although the 37 anti-tank gun was only a piece of German equipment that had been eliminated at the time. But mortars are still difficult to confront head-on.
It's like a person holding a dagger to fight a master holding a spear. If he doesn't have any outstanding skills, he can only wait to eat cannon fodder.
After tearing apart the Little Japanese artillery position, the 37th anti-tank artillery bombarded the Little Japanese's third and fourth squadrons indiscriminately.
The Japanese's third and fourth squadrons also fell on their backs and fled in all directions under the gunfire.
The four infantry squadrons, an artillery squadron, and a machine gun squadron under Major Yamamoto were all in chaos.
So at this time, even if Major Yamamoto was unwilling, he could only retreat temporarily and reorganize his troops.
Yamamoto's battalion fled, while Duanwu stood on the roof of the building and loudly ordered: "Quick, get the cannonballs, weapons and ammunition, and gas masks from the little Japs back to me. You must move quickly! ... ..”
