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At 14:45 on August 22, 1937, the Japanese Special Marine Corps Headquarters in Shanghai.
The sound of artillery fire rang out, and the shrieking shells drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then hit the wall heavily, leaving a shovel-deep shell crater, but it did not penetrate. The specially thickened walls.
As the gunfire sounded, the bugler of the 1st Battalion of the 216th Regiment finally blew the horn of attack!
"Da da da da da~ da da da da~"
The horn sounded, and countless soldiers carrying Mauser rifles launched a charge, followed by machine gunners.
The machine gunners occupied a favorable position as soon as the charge was launched and suppressed firepower on the Japanese troops on the top floors of the enemy buildings.
The battle has begun.
Yoshio Yamama is a squadron leader of the Japanese Marine Corps with the rank of captain. He is twenty-seven years old this year. This is the eighth day that he has been trapped at the Naval Special Marine Corps Headquarters in Shanghai.
Counting from the time when the Chinese army launched a strong attack on the 14th, this is already the eighth day, a full eight days.
To be honest, Yoshio Yamayama was also afraid, but he couldn't help it. Because once he retreats, he will be a coward and a coward, and his family will be implicated far away. Therefore, he cannot retreat and does not dare to surrender.
Yoshio Yamagami stared at the ceiling with tired eyes. He had been fighting for eight days in a row. How could he not be tired?
The white plaster on the ceiling has broken and fallen, which is the trace left by the Chinese army's artillery bombers.
With just a few hundred people left in this headquarters, who knows how long they can last? Although Lieutenant General Hasegawa Kiyoshi had telegraphed to them that the empire's reinforcements were coming soon, Yoshio Yamayama was still full of despair.
It's not that the Empire's army isn't strong, or that the Empire's firepower isn't powerful enough, but they are simply too exhausted, with many wounded soldiers and ammunition that won't last long.
It is not known when the Chinese army will attack next time. Yoshio Yamayama has given up hope as to whether he can hold on.
As the sound of cannons sounded in the distance, a scream passed through the air, and a shell hit the wall behind him heavily. There was a shaking like a mountain, and the plaster on the ceiling above his head was shaken down. .
Yoshio Yamayama jumped up as if on conditioned reflex and shouted: "Quick, quick, quick, the Chinese army has launched an attack! Go back to your posts!?"
After hearing the squadron leader's order, the surrounding Japanese soldiers immediately took up their positions.
On this floor, because the original designer considered the thickness and sturdiness of the building wall, only six or seven gun muzzles were left on this floor. The only advantage is that the soldiers here all use light machine guns, which still accounts for 60% of the firepower. advantage.
Through the gap between the gun muzzles, Yoshio Yamayama could clearly see the densely packed Chinese soldiers attacking here.
"Shoot! Shoot!" Yoshio Yamama shouted. The crooked light machine gun in his hand had already extended a long tongue of flame, and the Japanese soldiers around him followed closely.
But not long after, there was a "ding" and a crisp knocking sound, and a Japanese soldier at the gunpoint next to Yoshio on the mountain fell down in response.
Seeing this scene, Yoshio Yamama's eyes were split open, and he shouted in pain: "Miura! Miura-kun!"
Miura was his cousin. Yoshio Yamayama thought it would be safer to keep Miura by his side, but it ended up costing him his life.
Two hundred meters away, Zhang Tianhai could clearly see the misfire in the muzzle of his gun, slightly raising the corners of his mouth and saying softly: "The first one."
Then, Zhang Tianhai aimed the sniper scope at the muzzle of another gun, and then gently pulled the trigger...
"boom!"
A crisp gunshot sounded, and another gun on the fourth floor opposite misfired.
This was undoubtedly an extremely painful thing for Yamashiro Yoshio. In less than a minute after the battle started, two machine gunners were killed, and they were still inside the bunker.
"Quick, quick, come up and replenish!" Yoshio Yamama shouted to the soldiers behind him. In fact, there were already soldiers coming up to replenish the troops at this time, but Yoshio Yamama lost his sense of proportion in his hurry.
Soon, another soldier came to the end, which made Yoshio Yamama feel that this matter was not simple.
Just like the fourth floor, the same situation happened on the third, fifth and sixth floors.
If one is a coincidence, what about two, what about three, what about four?
The falling of four soldiers in a row finally made Yoshio Yama sense that something was wrong.
"It must be a sharpshooter... it must be a sharpshooter. The damn Chinese soldiers actually have sharpshooters... No, I must convey this situation to the commander..." Yoshio Yamama murmured to himself, and as he spoke, he turned to the soldiers behind him. He shouted: "Quick, someone comes to my position! I want to find the commander! Quick, quick, quick!"
As he spoke, Yoshio Yamayama did not forget to drop the machine gun - since there was a sharpshooter on the opposite side, if he did not drop the machine gun, then he would most likely be the next one to be sniped!
At this point, Yoshio Yamayama is not stupid.
While Yoshio on the mountain was talking, two more soldiers fell to the ground. At this time, the Japanese soldiers had already seen some clues - the Chinese soldiers on the opposite side seemed to have specially selected the muzzles of their machine guns to hit!
The soldiers falling to the ground behind the machine guns finally frightened these samurai who were said to be brave and not afraid of death, loyal to the emperor and not afraid of doctors. The mouth of the machine gun seemed to be the place of death.
All the comrades at the muzzle of the machine gun were hit in the head before even a few shots were fired. What else could this be but a place of death?
At this time, Zhang Tianhai had no time to speculate on the thoughts of these Japanese soldiers, measure the psychological shadow area, etc. He was loading bullets now, and he would continue shooting after loading the bullets.
Regarding the advantages and disadvantages of the Japanese military's muzzle, he has long wanted to understand: It is certainly advantageous to carve a machine gun muzzle, but these machine gun muzzles also have a fatal weakness, that is, the vision is blocked. This kind of muzzle is not suitable for snipers. , that is the best one to fight.
It is not difficult to find the weak points of the Japanese troops behind these guns. What is difficult is whether you can hit them accurately.
The charge of the soldiers at the front undoubtedly attracted the attention of the Japanese army. In addition, the dust left behind by the artillery shells also blocked the Japanese army's view.
Fortunately, the officers and soldiers of the 88th Division had previously cleared the Japanese blocking positions on the ground. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for the officers and soldiers of the 36th Division to get close to the main building.
After all, the 88th Division had to pay the price of thousands of casualties in the first battle to clear the outer positions.
But now, the battle has reached this level, and the blocking position outside the main building has been almost cleared.
This is the key to Zhang Tianhai's courage to take over the main attack mission!
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ps: The first update is here, there will be a second update soon!
