On the streets of Yat Sin Road.

The devil's 12 Type 92 infantry guns arrived at the designated position.

Seeing that the squadrons had withdrawn from the house where Liang Shanhao was hiding, the commander of the 47th Wing opened his voice and shouted: "Yo Xi, pull up the Type 92 infantry cannon for me, aim at this house and bombard me to death!" ”

The four 92-type infantry were aimed at the building where Liang Shanhao and Zhou Weiguo were hiding.

The Type 92 Infantry Gun is an excellent infantry support weapon, it is a curved artillery when dealing with infantry clusters, and it is a direct-aim artillery when dealing with buildings such as pillboxes.

The Type 92 infantry gun was very effective against the fortifications of the fortress and had a good damage effect on buildings.

Seeing that the barrel of the Type 92 infantry gun was aimed, the commander of the 47th Wing raised his voice and shouted: "Fire!" ”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a strong recoil, four Type 92 infantry guns fired a high-explosive shell at a building.

The shells burst into red light in the building, the walls were broken, and the whole building was filled with smoke and dust, and the flames were blazing.

With a smug look on his face, the captain of the 47th Wing continued to shout: "Bomb me again, blow up this house for me!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the four Type 92 infantry guns roared again.

The explosions were loud and loud, and the buildings in front of me were crumbling.

……

In a room on the third floor, the table, wardrobe, bed and other furniture in the room were blown to the ground, and a painting of flowers and birds from the Ming Dynasty was burned to the ground.

Pushing away the table that was pressing on him, Wang Daniu, who was cheering up, shouted repeatedly: "Tuanza, Tuanza, wake up, are you okay!"

Shaking off the dust on his helmet, Liang Shanhao took a long time to recover: "Da Niu, let's have how many brothers left?"

Shaking his head slightly, Wang Daniu shouted gloomily: "All the high-rise fortifications have been bombarded by the little devils, I'm afraid they won't survive!"

As he spoke, two more Type 92 infantry guns burst into flames!

Thundered!

Dust fell from the ceiling and smashed into their helmets.

Puffs of smoke and dust rose again in the room.

With a slight groan, Liang Shanhao, who was cleaning up the sediment, asked, "What about Head Zhou?" How are they? ”

also spit on the ground to clean up the mud and sand, Wang Daniu shook his head and said: "We were also stunned by the explosion just now, and it is estimated that they are no better!"

Struggling to stand up, Liang Shanhao shouted in a deep voice: "Go!" Let's go to the second floor! ”

……

I watched the whole building fall into shambles, and there was fire everywhere.

The Wing Commander felt that after this shelling, there should not have been any signs of life in the Chinese soldiers.

Artillery is the god of war.

Under such close-range artillery fire, no one can survive, and even if there is, they will not die or be disabled.

Pointing the command knife in his hand forward, the Wing Commander roared: "First squadron, search the building!" Don't let go of any of them! ”

The captain of the first squadron bowed his head heavily: "Haiyi!"

After speaking, the leader of the first squadron led dozens of devils to rush towards the door of the building!

Watching dozens of Imperial soldiers stream in from the entrance of the building, a sneer bloomed on the corner of the Wing Commander's mouth.

The fighting will of this group of remnants of the army was indeed not inferior to that of the soldiers of the Empire, and when the defeat of Nanjing was decided, this remnant army not only killed and wounded hundreds of Imperial soldiers, but also destroyed an entire squadron of tanks.

This is a great shame for the Sixth Division.

Honor is the life of the imperial soldiers, how can it be trampled on by the remnants of the Chinese army?

The captain of the 47th Wing wants to redeem the honor of the imperial soldiers with broken jade today, and the shame of the 6th Division!

It's time for the remnants of this group of Chinese troops to end their military careers today, and the Wing Commander wants to avenge the Broken Imperial soldiers!

There is not a single living hole left in the building!

……

Staircase on the second floor.

Zhou Weiguo's Type 38 anti-aircraft gun has been destroyed, and various types of parts are scattered all over the place.

Xu Hu's face was cut open, and although Zhou Weiguo was not injured, his head was dizzy due to the air wave.

Holding back the pain in his face, Xu Hu shouted: "Tuanza, this anti-aircraft gun has been blown up by the little devils, it seems that this battle can't continue!"

Looking at the corpse of a remnant army nearby, Zhou Weiguo shouted: "Huzi, take your weapon!" Ready to withdraw! ”

As soon as the words fell, the devils under the corridor had already begun to attack, and several snorting pumpkin grenades were thrown up the corridor!

Boom Boom!

When the staircase ended, a cloud of red fire exploded, and fragments flew everywhere!

Fortunately, Xu Hu and Zhou Weiguo are both veterans of the battlefield, and the long-term battlefield instinct makes them fall to the ground as soon as the grenade flies.

Although the shrapnel scratched through the combat uniform, fortunately no fatal injuries were suffered.

Come and don't be rude.

Unscrewed an M24 wooden-handled grenade, and Zhou Weiguo, who showed a trace of seriousness on his face, shouted: "Huzi, give the little devil a salute!"

Nodding towards Zhou Weiguo, Xu Hu responded: "It is necessary!"

As soon as the words fell, two sneering M24 wooden-handled grenades rolled down the stairs.

The timing of the throwing of these two grenades was just right, and as soon as they rolled to the feet of the little devil, they exploded with a bang, and the little devil was not given a chance to throw back.

Thundered!

The little devil in the corridor was blown over a large area.

But soon, the little devil crooked his light machine gun and fired suppressive fire on the stairs.

Rub and go!

Rub and go!

Rub and go!

In the dense cover fire, two devil veterans touched up the stairs.

Xu Hu shouted: "Tuanzao, the devils are surrounded!" What's the matter? ”

Loading a magazine into the loading port of the MP40 submachine gun, Zhou Weiguo shouted: "Wait for the little devil's machine gun to change the ammunition before shooting!"

As soon as the words fell, the two veterans were already holding their bayonets and slammed into the staircase.

His face sank suddenly, and Xu Hu raised his MP40 submachine gun and fired a long line of bullets at the devil veteran who was close at hand.

A devil veteran was beaten into a hornet's nest. But more devils rushed up with Type 38 rifles, and Xu Hu could only continue to kill with an MP40 submachine gun, unable to free up his hands to protect Zhou Weiguo!

At the same time, another devil veteran who broke into the second floor was already scuffling with Zhou Weiguo.

This devil looks like a ten-year veteran of the military, and he is very good at hand-to-hand combat!

The devil veteran turned over violently and pressed Zhou Weiguo under him.

Two big calloused hands strangled Zhou Weiguo's neck.

Zhou Weiguo's face suddenly turned red, and he used his strength to ride the devil veteran under him again.

With one free hand, Zhou Weiguo suddenly pulled out a handful of virtue from his waist for 20 rings.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The three bullets fired in succession left visible bullet marks on the wall, one of which hit Xu Hu's right arm.

it!

The old devil's strength is really big, and he suddenly made Zhou Weiguo deviate!

Zhou Weiguo's three shots not only did not hit the old devil, but also injured Xu Hu by mistake.

Xu Hu endured the pain and continued to rain bullets at the dozen or so little devils under the stairs.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Zhou Weiguo re-aimed the deflected muzzle at the devil.

Between the lightning and flint, the devil veteran was mainly an anti-guest, and actually took away the German-made 20-shot pistol in Zhou Weiguo's hand.

Seeing the devil veteran slowly aim his gun at his neck, Zhou Weiguo roared: "Huzi ......"

Rub and go!

At this moment, Huzi was also shot in the leg, leaving only one left hand to shoot.

With one left hand continuing to raise the submachine gun and shoot at the stairs, Xu Hu exclaimed in surprise: "Tuanzao!"

Xu Hu suddenly raised the MP40 submachine gun in his left hand and aimed it at the devil veteran and pulled the trigger.

Da-da-da-da!

However, Xu Hu's left hand could not control the submachine gun well, and the muzzle of the MP40 submachine gun was raised, and the bullet hit the wall again.

Obviously, the devil veteran didn't hurt half a hair.

At this critical moment, the devil veteran who was holding 20 rings of virtue had already pulled the trigger on Zhou Weiguo's neck.