"Big gift? BBQ?"
Yang Deyu, Zhu Shengzhong and others looked at each other.
Only Wu Jie's expression moved slightly and he asked seriously: "Gasoline?"
Yan Yan said: "Wu Wenshen, you can guess this."
"Gasoline?" Yang Deyu curled his lips and said, "There wasn't much gasoline left in the first place. I used most of it this morning to fuel the cotton bales. Now I have at most five or six liters left. How can I use it?"
"You don't need to worry about this." Yan Yan said, "Someone will deliver it to your door tonight."
"Are you talking about that French reporter? It's strange that she would send gasoline in your spring and autumn dream." Yang Deyu didn't believe it.
Yan Yan was too lazy to say anything more, so he changed the subject directly: "Okay, you guys hurry up and take stock of the supplies. I have to go down and catch up on my sleep, otherwise I will lose energy when I fight the Japanese at night."
…
When Yan Yan woke up, the sky outside the window was already dark.
From time to time there was a banging sound, as if something was hitting the walls on both sides of the Sihang Warehouse.
Yan Yan knew that it was the Japanese flat-fire artillery, rapid-fire artillery, or tank artillery that was bombarding the warehouse.
The entire hall on the third floor was empty, with no other people in sight. Only Xiao Huangpao was still carefully wiping his Barrett M82 sniper rifle on the small stool next to him.
For two hours, he actually kept cleaning the gun.
He wiped it over and over again according to the procedure taught him by Yan Yan before going to bed.
Yan Yan stood up and poured himself half a bowl of Huadiao, preparing to drink some rice wine to cheer him up.
There are a lot of supplies stored in the Sixing Warehouse. In addition to foreign wines like Lafite, there are also many good local wines such as Moutai, Wuliangye and Huadiao, all of which are Sun Yuanliang's collection.
White wine and red wine are flammable, so keep them to burn the devils.
Rice wine is not flammable, so it’s okay to drink it.
"Brother Yan, are you awake? Wait a minute, I'll be fine soon."
Seeing that Yan Yan was already up, Xiao Huangpao began to assemble the Barrett M82 clumsily.
After half a bowl of Huadiao wine, Yan Yan ate some biscuits to fill his stomach.
At this time, Xiao Huangpao finally assembled the Barrett M82. He sternly opened one of the password boxes and counted out 50 rounds of steel core bullets and handed them to Xiao Huangpao. Then he picked up the Barrett M82 and left.
Xiao Huangpao picked up FAL on his back and quickly followed.
The two quickly reached the northwest corner of the rooftop. From this height, they could clearly see the ruins to the north and west of Sihang Warehouse.
You can also see the Japanese artillery positions among the ruins.
In the dark night, clusters of red light bloomed from time to time.
Then there was a huge roar, and the building underfoot was shaking slightly.
Yan Yan observed while asking: "Have the Japanese bombardments never stopped?"
Xiao Huangpao hummed softly and said, "But today's cannon fire was not dense, it was sparse than usual."
"That's for sure." Yan Yan said, "Normally, the enemy fires rapidly, but today they fired continuously for several hours. If they fire too densely, the barrel will explode in a few minutes."
As he spoke, Yan Yan had already completed his observation of the Japanese artillery positions.
There are a total of 34 guns, distributed in two positions on the west and north sides of the Sixing Warehouse.
The nearest gun position is about one hundred meters away, and the farthest gun position is no more than two hundred meters away.
This distance is a killer for the Barrett M82 anti-materiel sniper rifle.
However, Yan Yan still installed a low-light sight on the Barrett M82 because it was night time.
"Little Huangpao, let's start working." Yan Yan placed the calibrated Barrett M82 rifle on the parapet, then knelt on one knee and pressed the butt of the rifle against his right shoulder.
Xiao Huangpao helped press the steel core bullet into the magazine and handed it to Yan Yan.
Soon, Yan Yan locked one of the 37mm flat-fire cannons.
However, Yan Yan did not fire immediately. Instead, it took almost a minute after the flat-firing cannon fired before he gently pulled the trigger at the muzzle of the flat-firing cannon.
There was a muffled sound, and the bullet accurately hit the muzzle of the flat-firing cannon.
The timing of the severe selection is very tricky, just before firing.
The 12.7mm caliber tungsten steel core warhead was injected from the muzzle of the flat-firing gun. When it rolled, it caused fatal damage to the rifling of the gun bore and even the barrel, causing the gun warhead to get stuck in the gun bore and explode.
"Boom!" A dazzling red light suddenly bloomed from the dark night.
Several Japanese artillerymen who were half-kneeling at the gun emplacement were blown to the ground.
I have to say that this guy Yan Yan is really cautious to the extreme.
He did this in order to achieve as much tactical deception as possible, making the Japanese mistakenly think that their flat-fire cannon or rapid-fire cannon had just exploded, rather than being hunted by the sniper rifles of the opposite national army.
Next, the same scene repeated itself under the cover of night.
…
The continuous bombings quickly attracted the attention of both the national army and the Japanese.
The Japanese artillerymen had no idea what was happening, but Yang Deyu, Wu Jie and Zhu Shengzhong found the rooftop immediately and surrounded Yan Yan.
"I knew it must have been you."
"Good guy, can your big gun really blow up the Japanese cannon?"
Zhu Shengzhong and others gathered on both sides of Barrett M82, marveling.
"Actually, it's nothing strange." He turned around and locked the gun's muzzle on a 37mm rapid-fire cannon of the Japanese. He counted in his mind and said, "It just destroyed the barrel of the Japanese artillery."
While speaking, Yan Yan pulled the trigger again, and then there was another muffled sound.
The next moment, another dazzling red light bloomed in the night ahead.
In the light of the fire, several more Japanese artillerymen could be vaguely seen falling to the ground.
"It's so beautiful!" Zhu Shengzhong's eyes lit up, as if he had fired the gun just now.
Wu Jie asked: "Old Yan, which cannon is this? The fifth or sixth?"
"What kind of memory?" Zhu Shengzhong said angrily, "This is already the eighth cannon that Lao Yan has blown up."
"It's already the eighth one?" Wu Jie and Yang Deyu had dumbfounded expressions on their faces. This was too damn outrageous. It would be extremely difficult for them to shoot down a Japanese cannon, but for Yan Yan, it would be extremely difficult. As if playing.
…
After receiving the report, Yasuda Yoshida's first reaction was not to believe it.
"What are you talking about? The Taisho 11-year-old 37mm flat-fire cannon of the flat-fire artillery brigade and the Type 94 37mm rapid-fire cannon of the rapid-fire artillery brigade have continuous explosions?"
"Yes, fifteen guns have exploded."
There was fine white sweat on Morita Taka's forehead.
To be honest, Yoshida Yasuda did not hold him accountable after he took office, but continued to keep him as captain of the 10th Brigade. Taka Morita was very grateful.
Because of this, Taka Morita was determined to atone for his crimes at any cost.
As soon as the two artillery brigades opened the attack channel, Morita Taka was ready to personally lead the 10th Battalion to launch the final general attack on the Sihang Warehouse. If it did not succeed this time, he would be regarded as Cheng Ren.
However, what Morita Taka never expected was that something went wrong with the bombardment.
After nightfall, the Taisho 11-year-old 37mm flat-fire cannon and the Type 94 37mm rapid-fire cannon equipped by the two artillery brigades actually exploded continuously.
"Have you investigated the cause of the explosion?"
"A preliminary investigation has been done and a preliminary conclusion has been reached."
"The inner walls of all the blasted gun barrels were severely damaged, and there were still fragments of tungsten steel warheads remaining in the gun barrels."
Morita Taka wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued: "The technicians at the repair shop judged that there should be defects in the material of the barrel. It will not cause problems when used for a short period of time, but if it is used for a long time, it will not cause any problems." When the gun is fired, the yield strength of the barrel will be greatly reduced due to overheating, and the chamber will explode..."
Before he finished speaking, there was another red light blooming outside, and then there was another bang.
After a while, another officer came in and reported that another flat-fire cannon had exploded.
"Eight grids!" Yoshida Yasuda said angrily, "Those bureaucrats in the Navy Ministry are really damned. They even dared to pass off the steel used for making cannons. When the battle of Shihang Warehouse is over, I must ask Hasegawa Your Excellency and His Highness, Prince Fushimi, will accuse these greedy silverfish and send them all to the gallows!"
"Your Majesty Commander, do you need to continue the bombardment?"
"Of course we must continue! But the flat-fire artillery brigade and the rapid-fire artillery brigade cannot continue."
The Shanghai Special Marine Corps is equipped with a total of 36 flat-fire guns and rapid-fire guns. Currently, there are 16 guns with explosive chambers, and 2 guns were snatched away by the national army, leaving 18 guns.
Moreover, these 18 guns may explode at any time.
Therefore, these 18 cannons must not be used again.
Yasuda Yoshida growled with a dark face: "Move up the tank squadron and let the tank squadron continue bombarding the north and west walls of the Sihang Warehouse with the 37mm main gun!"
"Hai!" Morita Takashi paused.
