Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 71 Massacre
The flames erupted from the muzzles of the submachine guns, shell guns, rifles, etc., led by a Maxim heavy machine gun, were like the white teeth of a monster suddenly opening its huge black mouth.

At that moment, Yao spent the eyes of the Japanese Major behind the telescope.

Blink in disbelief, blink again.

It wasn't until he watched his subordinates jumping over the trench with great skill that they were turned upside down in an instant, that the Japanese army commander finally believed that the group of cannon fodder he had appointed by default had really become cannon fodder, and he never persisted for more than 1 minute.

Otherwise, how could the Chinese have mobilized their troops to concentrate on the first floor in such a short period of time and fired such a terrifying rain of bullets?

Judging from the fact that more than dozens of people fell down in an instant, the Chinese must have used the MP series submachine guns developed by the damn Germans again, which are the most terrifying weapons that make the Imperial Army the most powerless in close combat.

The Japanese Major guessed 70.00% of the truth correctly, and guessed 30.00% wrong, but it was because he overestimated his cannon fodder.

If it weren't for the Japanese army to attack resolutely, a group of cannon fodder headed by the shirtless Japanese lieutenant could not last for 1 seconds. In fact, it did not exceed [-] minute until the last Japanese soldier died.

However, the Japanese army can be said to be brave. After encountering such a head-on blow like a rain of bullets, some of them immediately turned over and lay down and shot, and some took off the grenade, pulled the fuse and slammed it on the helmet. They were thrown out of the gap in the building, and more were holding rifles, pulling the trigger and emptying bullets, shouting slogans and continuing to run forward at high speed.

More than [-] grenades blew the front of the warehouse into a sea of ​​fire, and the bullets that returned also hit the Chinese soldiers after the sandbag fortifications subconsciously bury their heads to avoid them.

The instinct of living things is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and not everyone has the courage to shoot guns at each other face to face.

At least at this moment, in addition to the superiority of troops, the Japanese army, which is at a disadvantage in both firepower and the environment, is tenacious enough.

This scene made the voices of the people who were just about to cheer and cheer involuntarily become smaller, only the drums of war kept playing.

The person playing the drum has been replaced by the black-robed man who came over at an unknown time, the middle-aged man in the robe whose arms have obviously lost his strength, and was supported by one of the black-robed man's bodyguards, still standing stubbornly, the blood mist has dissipated a lot. Drum edge.

The youths who were standing in front of the big drum were pushed to the back row by a group of green leather people wearing open cloth shoes and bloomers. Although some people were angry, they were blocked back by the light words of the black robe man.

"The national disaster this time is not just the national disaster for you scholars."

So far, the green-skinned gangster who once made ordinary people fear like a tiger has stood at the forefront of the people.

Although the Japanese army was on the offensive at the moment, and the fear of death made people's discoloration, but the drums were still thunderous.

The dark blues who had brought them hope again and again on this day did not let them down again.

The dense gunshots sounded again, and a lump fell from the second floor, third floor, and fourth floor.
No, it should be said one by one.

That's a grenade!
Most of the Japanese infantry had already approached the building by 30 meters or 20 meters, and they threw it almost without using much force.

The Japanese army is dying.

Whether they were stubborn or cowardly hiding in the trenches, they all rolled desperately to avoid these dark looking things that fell from the sky.

No matter how dense the bullets are, there are still gaps, at least at this moment, most people are still whole, which is the proof.

but the grenade
And it's grenade rain.

That was really dying.

The Japanese troops who were closer to the trenches jumped into the trenches without hesitation. The Japanese troops who were far away had no other choice but to bite their back molars and continue to charge forward.

As for the one between the two, of course, they could only watch in despair as the falling grenade rolled onto the ground and smoked green smoke.

Then, "Boom!" exploded.

Shrapnel flying.

More than 40 grenades were dropped in the first wave, and then there was a second wave, a third wave.
This is almost equivalent to dozens of small mortar shells falling on this battlefield that will never exceed 1000 square meters.

Loud noise, firelight, gunpowder smoke, and human body stumps were the main themes on the battlefield at that moment.

No one could see clearly what the situation was on the battlefield shrouded in gunpowder smoke and flames, not to mention Hide Toyoda, who was already sluggish hundreds of meters away, even the nearest Koizumi Lingcheng, who could only helplessly curl up in the trenches. He tried to reduce the bombing area of ​​his body as much as possible, and didn't even look at the plight of his soldiers outside the trenches.

In fact, without looking carefully, the Japanese captain also knew that the soldiers who rushed 15 meters in front of the building with agility were basically finished.

No one could survive such a terrifying grenade cover attack.

I just don't know if anyone can rush into the building. If so, maybe this battle has a chance to reverse.

However, the sound of concentrated fire, which was so intense that it could even penetrate the loud explosion, dissipated the last chance of the Japanese captain.

The constant screams proved that none of them could dash through the barrage of Chinese terrifying submachine gun bullets.

Closing his eyes in pain, the Japanese captain knew that, whether he wanted to admit it or not, this round of attack had been a complete failure.

A complete failure!

Defeated!

The defeat made the Japanese captain's mind clear.

The 100 strikers led by Kurokawa Weaving were able to rush into the building so smoothly. It was just an illusion created by the Chinese on purpose. Their purpose was to lure their main force to come, and then kill a large number of people with burst firearms.

Many soldiers avoided grenade-covered explosions by hiding in trenches, but this is by no means a good place.

Raising his head, looking through the gunpowder smoke and looking at the dark shooting holes in the nearby building, the Japanese captain was even more heartbroken.

When the smoke from the grenades cleared, he believed the muzzles would be aimed at the trench, which seemed to be a shelter.

He even had reason to believe that the purpose of the Chinese attacking with grenades was not just to kill the imperial warriors on the surface, but to drive them into the trench.

Then, let this be their hunting ground.

The Chinese are really insidious.

At that moment, the Japanese captain was dripping with sweat.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat to the left and right flanks!" The Japanese captain roared desperately at the moment when he wanted to understand, and ordered the signal soldiers following him to sound the siren to give a retreat order that could be heard throughout the battlefield.

The Japanese infantry, who had been chilled by submachine guns and grenades, naturally had no intention of fighting after hearing the order to retreat, and ran wildly along the trenches to the flanks.

Because only in that way, can the frontal bullet rain be avoided to the greatest extent possible.

"The Japanese of the dog days are going to run!" In the warehouse, a senior soldier raised his body a little in a hurry.

Before pulling the trigger, a bullet hit the helmet.

The bullet hit the arc of the helmet, and it bounced off without penetrating, but the soldier fell on his back without saying a word.

"Iron egg!" The old black on the side exclaimed and hurriedly helped him.

"Bastard, the battle isn't over yet, I'll give you a low, low fight!" Tang Dao turned his head and glanced at a rare roar.

The Japanese infantry in the trenches are retreating, but they are not fleeing in a rout style. Many remaining Japanese soldiers are still stubbornly shooting at this side, especially when the Japanese army sounded the alarm to retreat, ten of the fortifications on the opposite side. Lai Ting's heavy machine gun screamed desperately, and the entire front of the building was being baptized by bullet rain. It didn't mean that the Japanese army was already a dish in a bowl.

This is the battlefield, and any inadvertence can be fatal.

(End of this chapter)