Under the cover of night, more than fifty Japanese soldiers were quietly pushing forward two Taisho 11-year-old flat-firing infantry guns.
In order to minimize the noise as much as possible and not alert the Chinese defenders in the west building of the Sihang Warehouse, Asano Jiro not only sent half a team to clear obstacles on the way forward, but also ordered the entire team to remove their helmets to avoid The reflection of the street light from the helmet was discovered by the national army in Sihang Warehouse.
But in fact, it is not reflection that worries Asano Jiro.
The street lights on South Suzhou Road do cause the helmets to reflect light, but this reflection is very weak and can only be detected at a very close distance. Once the distance exceeds five meters, it is difficult to detect.
What really made Asano Jiro feel uneasy was the barricade ahead.
According to observations, there are only a few dozen national troops left guarding the Sihang Warehouse. With such a small force, it stands to reason that it is impossible to deploy troops and firepower to the barricade at the southwest corner of the protrusion.
And they set up secret sentries near the ruins.
As soon as the Nationalist troops approached the southwest corner barricade, they would be immediately discovered.
What's more, even if the national army deploys its troops and firepower on the barricades, there will be no big problem.
Because the light and heavy machine gun firepower deployed on the rooftop of the Bank of Communications warehouse and several commanding heights on the west side of the ruins was enough to form absolute fire suppression on the national troops deployed on the barricades.
Therefore, the safety of Asano team is guaranteed.
However, Asano Jiro always felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.
This is an intuition that is almost like a beast. It is very mysterious and completely unreasonable.
After advancing about ten meters, when they were still forty or fifty meters away from the barricade in front, Asano Jiro suddenly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, signaling the entire team to stop advancing.
We can't go any further, so we should set up our position here.
If an artillery position is built here, although it cannot directly hit the firepower point of the Chinese army, it can at least ensure the destruction of the three-story building in the southeast corner.
This kind of small foreign-style building cannot withstand several rounds of shelling from flat-fire cannons.
As long as the small building is destroyed, the heavy machine gun firepower point of the Chinese army is destroyed.
Asano Jiro then made a gesture to signal the artillery behind him to start building a position.
However, at this moment, a sudden gunshot sounded in the night sky ahead.
Along with the gunshot, a tracer bullet dragged a dazzling trajectory in the night sky and instantly landed on the artillery position that Asano's team was constructing.
This tracer round was clearly a signal flare.
Immediately, intensive firepower poured in from the front barricade.
As expected, the national army deployed its only Maxim heavy machine gun on the barricade in front.
In addition, dozens of rifles fired fiercely at the artillery position of their Asano team from the front barricade and the gap in the west wall of the four-row warehouse, and there was a loud sound of gunfire.
Although they were caught off guard, Team Asano remained undisturbed.
The Japanese Marine Corps was originally stronger than the Japanese Army. The fierce battles in the previous three months had made the Japanese Navy's Shanghai Special Marine Corps undergo a hellish baptism and become more courageous and better at fighting than before.
Therefore, this level of sudden firepower was not enough to plunge Asano's team into chaos.
Asano Jiro didn't even bother to find a bunker. He just half-knelt casually behind one of the flat-firing cannons, holding up his saber and giving instructions to the two artillery detachments, preparing to use artillery fire to counter the national army.
Jiro Asano did this not out of arrogance, but based on the calculation results of probability and statistics.
Because it was nighttime, the national army on the opposite side had no lights to guide them, so they could only shoot blindly.
Tracer bullets can only guide the shooting direction or correct the trajectory, but cannot provide illumination.
Therefore, the probability of Asano's team being hit by the firepower of the national army is very low, not to mention the shields such as the gun mantlet. In short, at this distance, the threat of the national army's firepower is very limited.
However, Asano's team only needed one round of artillery fire to destroy the national army's firepower.
Therefore, Asano Jiro did not panic at all and calmly held up his saber to direct the artillery operations.
The rain of bullets pouring from the national army hit the mantlets of the two flat-firing cannons, making a clanking sound, and splashing streams of light from time to time. One of the streams of light slid across Asano Jiro's right cheek with a clanking sound, and instantly stabbed out There was a bloody mouth, but Asano Jiro didn't even frown. He still held the knife, but his body remained motionless.
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The sudden gunfire instantly broke the early morning silence.
A dozen military observers and field reporters who were packing their bags and preparing to leave returned to the observation post on the west side of the rooftop of the Bank of China Building as quickly as possible.
Lotov and Sophia didn't leave in the first place and grabbed the telescope immediately.
Unfortunately, apart from the stream of tracer bullets, nothing else could be seen in the field of vision.
But it is certain that the Chinese army and the Japanese army are firing fiercely, but it is just a little strange.
The national army had already moved forward to the barricade in the southwest corner, and concentrated dozens of rifles and only one heavy machine gun to fire violently at the recovery section dozens of meters ahead.
In the flash of light, the figures of Japanese troops can be vaguely seen.
The Japanese troops were not idle either. Several light machine guns deployed on the western edge of the ruins and two heavy machine guns on the roof of the Bank of Communications warehouse were also spitting firepower fiercely, trying their best to suppress the national army.
However, the Japanese artillery showed no movement.
This is very strange and makes people a little confused.
"Oh, shit, what's going on? Why did they start fighting again?"
"Lotov, and Sophia, do you know what is going on?"
"Oh, selling cakes, the Chinese army actually moved forward to the barricade in the southwest corner, and even placed the only Maxim heavy machine gun there. Isn't this giving free lives to the Japanese artillery?"
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Team Asano is calibrating Zhu Yuan in an orderly manner.
"Each team, the target is at 12 o'clock in front of the target, the shooting angle is 12 degrees, the parameters are locked..."
Before he finished speaking, a 7.62mm caliber lead bullet whizzed over with high-speed rotation, and instantly penetrated Asano Jiro's forehead. The lead bullet deformed and flipped after penetrating Asano Jiro's forehead bone. , because the flip formed a huge shock wave, which exploded Asano Jiro's head at once, and the brain tissue was instantly sputtered invisible. The second half of the skull was also blown to pieces, and the fragments rolled and flew around.
Asano Jiro lost consciousness almost instantly.
Then he fell straight back like a piece of wood that had been sawed down.
Seeing this, the sergeant commander next to him thought that Asano Jiro was hit by a stray bullet in the melee. He lamented that the squad leader was so unlucky that he took over the command immediately. In short, no Japanese found out that Asano Jiro was shot dead later. The artillerymen did not die from stray bullets from the national army, but were killed quickly by a mysterious sniper.
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More than fifty meters away, and looking down from a high position, this was a waste for Yan Yan.
You don’t even need to use FAL’s infrared thermal imaging sight, just the helmet’s night vision device is enough.
One shot blasted Asano Jiro's head, and he pulled the trigger of the FAL rifle sternly and continuously. With a popping sound like a fart, the gunners of Asano's team were shot one after another, followed immediately by their replacements. The assistant gunner, the assistant gunner died, and then the ammunition hand...
A magazine with a capacity of 15 rounds is quickly emptied.
Fifteen Japanese soldiers had fallen into a pool of blood.
Not a single bullet was missed, they all hit!
This kind of killing efficiency is simply ridiculously high.
Seriously, quickly replace the magazine with a new one, and then quickly pull the trigger.
In the field of vision of the low-light night vision device, the Japanese artillerymen fell to the ground one after another.
Except for the first Japanese officer holding a knife, the Japanese artillerymen behind him did not insist on headshots.
Yang Deyu was already scratching his head and head anxiously, because he could only see the turbulence of metal splashing in the darkness, or the streaks of light pulled out by tracer bullets in the night sky, but other than that he could not see anything else.
"Brother, how many Japanese have been killed? Can you do this alone?"
"If you are really too busy, I will withdraw the machine gun squad first, right?"
"Otherwise, when the Japanese set up the cannon, they can kill our heavy machine gun with one shot..."
Yan Yan had no time to pay attention to Yang Deyu, so he replaced a new magazine with a click, and then pointed the gun at the rooftop of the Bank of Communications. Oh my god, a small group of Japanese artillerymen had been killed by him.
These squatting Japanese artillerymen are the best targets.
