Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 69 This is a trap (seeking a monthly ticket!)

It's different from the army middle school principal.

Toyoda Hideo, who was worried and felt a little fooled in the distance, watched Koizumi Lingcheng launch an imposing attack, and he was extremely conflicted at the same time, but it was a fluke.

If you can take down the Chinese building like this, let alone four 89 tanks, even if all ten tanks of the 1st squadron of the tank are destroyed by the Chinese, it will be worthwhile.

Therefore, the lucky Japanese Major missed the only chance to stop his subordinates from making mistakes.

For Wakibanjiro, who was farther away, he was in a much happier mood, because the complexion of Major Tokugawa and his steel armored mounts, which had been blown up and turned blue, also eased:
"Order Yin Tengzhong Second Major, if the cowards of the chariot squadron want to retreat, let them go, and the third brigade will continue to attack and contain the Chinese.

At the same time, an infantry squadron was dispatched from each of the left and right flanks to support the imperial warriors who entered the building at any time, telling them that I did not want any living prisoners except the Chinese commander.

I will cut off the head of the Chinese commander in front of those Chinese pariahs, and let them take a good look at who has the sharper sword. "

The second major of Yin Tengzhong, who once provided 'Fighting the Grass to Shock the Snake', was relieved at the moment. The Chinese were far more cunning than he imagined. Look at the arrogant little roosters of the chariot squadron.

He can guarantee that no matter how many vehicles the chariot squadron loses, after the war, Colonel Wakiban Jiro will definitely let him take the blame.

Well now, victory can cover up all ugliness. As long as this building can be successfully captured, any loss can be tolerated.

Japanese commanders at all levels had different thoughts, but they all held the calculus of 'winners are uncles, and as long as I don't think the losses are big, no one can blame me'.

It's just that they didn't see that in the building hundreds of meters away, the Chinese soldiers, from the top commander to the second class, were not as panicked as they thought.

And Tang Dao, looking at the swarming Japanese forwards, pressed his hand gently, indicating that all the firepower should not worry, don't scare the cute Japanese baby away.

That was the uncle who was scratching his head and posing for a long time and finally hooked up!

As for the taste of this thing, those who have experienced it on the battlefield, it is difficult to think about it!
Maybe for everyone on this battlefield, the only one who has completely fallen into the eyes is the Japanese army of nearly [-] who rushed into the hall of the building.

As the sharp knives of the 36th Infantry Regiment, Lieutenant Kurokawa Weaving and the 1st Infantry Squadron under his command are definitely elite soldiers.

From the moment they rushed into the hall, they were looking for cover, intending to cover layers to allow more soldiers to come in.

However, what made them very sad was that the hall on the first floor of the Sixing Warehouse was much wider than they thought.

Because it used to be the headquarters of the 88th Division, it needs to store a lot of materials. Except for the load-bearing walls and load-bearing columns, most of the rooms on the first floor have been demolished. The floor height of more than five meters is nearly [-] square meters of open space, not to mention the station. People, even if you drive into a squadron of chariots, there is no problem.

Therefore, the Japanese soldiers entering the lobby of the building rushed into a space as wide as two basketball courts.

The originally drowsy wide space was like the mouth of a giant beast, which made people feel chills, but at this time, a flare was still whistling on a pile of bonfires in the center of the hall.

A bonfire doused with diesel fuel burned violently, illuminating the center of the hall.

The Japanese soldiers standing in the hall were also able to see where they were. The hall was in a minimalist style, and the space was unimaginably empty.

Except for a dozen thick pillars, there is no obstruction.

They, like actors standing alone in the center of the stage, do not know how many spectators are in the surrounding darkness.

At that moment, even the blazing gunfire outside the warehouse seemed a little out of reach.

"Baga! Quickly step back." As the leader of the death squad, the shirtless Kurokawa Weaving was a ghost.

He could die, but not in such a senseless way.

This is obviously an oversized trap. In my hometown, it is specially used to trap wild boars. No, it is designed to trap wild boars.

"Have you finally found it?" Leng Feng, who was holding a light machine gun in person, hummed.

With 'Bang! ' A shot rang out, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Tang Dao was the designer of this trap, and he was also the platoon leader of the third platoon in charge of defending the first floor. Naturally, he was the commander of this massacre.

A precise shot directly stuffed Kurokawa Weaving's roar back into his throat.

Although he has no rank, the breeches and boots, especially the small chest hair that represents the fearless in the center of the shirtless shirt and the large goose bumps visible to the naked eye, all indicate that his identity is different.

Therefore, Kurokawa Weaving created the first war dead on what can be called a massacre battlefield.

The bullet smashed the entire mouth and passed through the back of the head. The entire back of the head exploded. The pale yellow, blood red and white were mixed. From a distance, it seemed like a colorful flower suddenly bloomed.

flower of death.

However, Lieutenant Little Chest Mao was not alone on the way to meet and have a friendly conversation with Amaterasu, and his group of subordinates who were instantly bombarded would never arrive much later than him.

The three crossed machine gun fire points arranged in a triangle in the building were not completely covered by the Japanese army in the center of the 'stage'.

There are at least a dozen large pillars that can be their hiding places, but there are only a dozen pillars, but there are more than 90 people.

The ugliness of human nature is revealed at this moment.

After a quick reaction and luckily hiding behind the pillar, the Japanese army's guns were shot and fell to the ground before they could raise their guns to the opposite fire point.

There were screams in the panic, no one knew where the bullet came from and hit him, maybe only the initiator knew.

It's just that no one paid attention at this time, and the Japanese army was beaten into headless flies on the hot pot by the scorching bullets shot from three sides.

The only pillar that can be used as a shield is their only way to survive. The fallen person will be kicked away mercilessly, and they will be left to howl or groan on the ground.

There were also as many as 30 submachine guns involved in the shooting. At the moment of withdrawing to the building, the two infantry squads hid in their respective bunkers that had been planned in the corner of the hall. In addition, the three squads had already been prepared. For machine guns, according to the already calculated firing range, each class is a fire output, and there is no need to aim.

How long is thirty seconds?
Enough for a fully armed soldier to run 100 meters, and enough for a strong young man to run 200 meters.

For the battlefield in the hall, it was the time when each soldier emptied two magazines frantically.

That also means that more than 90 Japanese troops in the center of the 'stage' encountered more than 30 rounds of bullets in 2000 seconds.

It's pouring rain!

More than 90.00% of the Japanese army fell in a pool of blood, and the vast majority of them were swept into a sieve without even a chance to pull the trigger.

Perhaps, at that moment, they finally realized the feelings of the ordinary Chinese people who were driven into the corner by them to shoot with machine guns.

Deep despair.

There are still seven or eight Japanese soldiers relying on the pillars to shoot, but it is no longer called resistance. They may just use the sound of gunfire to indicate that they are not dead and can be rescued.

That's their signal to outside the warehouse.

Perhaps extremely nervous, they didn't even throw a grenade to blow up the fire that revealed their figure.

Of course, they wouldn't know that there were at least five or six rifles aimed at them, ready to kill them at any time.

However, Tang Dao made a gesture, and the cold shooters who were ambushing all over the warehouse, such as Niu Er and Li Jiujin, did not shoot.

(End of this chapter)