In front of him stood a terrible "gorilla", countless bullets whizzing overhead, and there was an annoying buzzing sound in the sky, and several Japanese soldiers in front of Bomgard were so depressed that they wanted to go to the palace.

The African's knees were slightly bent and his body was slightly bowed, the butt of his rifle rested on his flank, and the tip of his bayonet almost touched the bayonet of the Japanese soldier opposite. Hartmann and the others stood side by side with him with bayonets, completely cutting off the idea of the Japanese soldiers besieging the Africans.

Bomgard's mountain-like body began to move forward, and his bayonet poked steadily forward. The Japanese soldier on the opposite side suddenly made a "wow" and stabbed the bayonet into the abdomen of the African. Borgard was barely moving, his hands stretched out like springs of pressure, his long arms and the length of his rifle, and the Japanese soldier had no time to make the next move, but could only watch as the other man's bayonet sank into his chest.

"In the next life, I will also grow such a pair of long hands!" Before dying, the Japanese soldier stared closely at the long hands of the Africans, his eyes were full of envy, and the height and length of the arms were good.

Perhaps, this pathetic Japanese soldier will become a gibbon in the next life, if God does not punish him for being a pig.

The African's big foot stomped on the chest of the Japanese soldier, kicking the Japanese out and pulling out the bayonet as well. The sound of the Japanese ribs breaking just now made the other Japanese soldiers next to him tremble, and the blood spurting from the chest of the dead Japanese soldier splashed on Bomgard's face and body, greatly aggravating the murderous aura on his body. The Japanese soldiers behind were unfortunately knocked down by the flying corpse, and before they could regain their feet, the Africans appeared in front of them with lightning speed. A Japanese soldier was so frightened that he shrank backwards, tripped over the corpse on the ground, and fell to the ground completely. Bombard raised his bayonet and poked it down unceremoniously, and the Japanese curled up like a poor mouse, wailing bitterly and harshly.

Borgard's big foot stepped on the Japanese soldier on the ground again, and he pulled out the blood-red bayonet at once. The Japanese soldiers, who were supposed to concentrate on the tip of their bayonets, were involuntarily distracted, and the big feet of the Africans really shocked them too much. Coupled with the large leather boots used by German soldiers, those big feet were no less deterrent than the bayonets in his hand.

When Boomgaard's bayonet pierced the chest of the third Japanese soldier, the guy was holding the African rifle with both hands, and a Japanese soldier next to him also took the opportunity to stab him with a bayonet.

At the sight of the bare-handed African, the Japanese soldier couldn't help but feel proud, no matter how long Bomgard's hands were, they would not be longer than his rifle and bayonet. But when Bowgaard raised his fist in a fighting stance, the Japanese were much less excited.

Those fists are like two big black casseroles, and the taste of being hit by them shouldn't be too good!

The Japanese was a little frustrated, and his frustration quickly turned into anger, a kind of jealous anger, because the African seemed to be much stronger than him in any part of his body. The Japanese soldier attempted to plunge the bayonet into his opponent's abdomen, but the African's body flashed quickly and instantly caught the rifle with his hand. The Japanese soldier tried to withdraw his rifle, but found that the rifle did not move, he raised his head, looked up at the African with great difficulty, and at the same time saw that the big fist of the casserole was swinging towards him.

At this distance and position, Bomgard's fist swung very comfortably, and the punch slammed squarely into the Japanese soldier's face, and the sound of broken bones reached his ears again. Even if that guy survives, I'm afraid everything on his face is already sunken together.

The fighting around them is still fierce, and although the Japanese are short, this disadvantage can sometimes be turned into a dexterity advantage. Once besieged by several Japanese soldiers, these German soldiers were like encountering a pack of wild wolves, and their fists were invincible to their four legs. As a result, the German soldiers had to rely on teamwork to prevent this from happening.

Many soldiers did not have time to pull out their bayonets after plunging them into each other's bodies, and hand-to-hand combat was also everywhere. At this time, the Japanese figure became their fatal wound, and the German soldiers could take down a Japanese soldier with a left hook and a right hook, and the Japanese soldier's pink fist smashed on the German soldier as if it were hitting the wall.

Gradually, the yellow wave, which dominated the numbers, began to slowly retreat, while the gray-black continued to move forward.

After taking out their respective opponents, Hartmann and others also caught up, but the unfortunate Austrian was stabbed by the Japanese bayonet and had to be carried to the sidelines in advance for emergency treatment.

"Stab a few more Japanese soldiers for me!" The Austrians shouted from afar, "Remember to stab them in the ass!" ”

Although the bayonet fight just now was very cool and enjoyable, looking at the yellow figures that kept coming up behind them, Hartman and the others couldn't help but be a little dazed, and some people had even begun to gasp for breath. In the face of the Japanese soldiers rushing up, they still gritted their teeth and raised the bayonets in their hands, and Bombard also picked up a Japanese rifle from the ground, although the weight and feel were very unfamiliar, but it was more than enough to use it against the Japanese soldiers.

"Oooh!"

Hartman roared and took the lead.

In the defensive position of the main force of the "Black Storm", the advantage of African soldiers is very obvious, they have a far upper hand in momentum and fighting skills, and their strong physique and agile skills constantly bring down rows of Japanese soldiers. The blood of the Japanese has turned them into "blood people", and with a cold and handsome face, they are even more murderous.

The violent nature and terrifying explosiveness of these Africans made these Africans go berserk like wounded beasts after being stabbed by the Japanese, they would kill the Japanese soldiers like chickens, or smash the Japanese with their fists to the point of blood, or lift the Japanese high and then slam them to the ground, the violent momentum made these Japanese soldiers who were known for their love of abuse feel terrified. A few Japanese soldiers could not stop a mad African, even if they used bayonets, rifle butts or even teeth, Africans would not give up the fight until they fell from exhaustion.

The German soldiers kept the Japanese charging line 100 meters away from the main fortifications, and the machine guns on the defensive line kept roaring desperately from beginning to end, and strings of bullets continued to harvest the lives of Japanese soldiers who were further away from the defensive line.

The Japanese officers and soldiers finally realized that these German soldiers were very different from the Russian soldiers they had encountered before, that they did not waste their bodies on drinking and having fun, and that rigorous training was always with them every day. With a strong body and a strong will, skilled fighting skills and tacit team spirit, these German soldiers formed an insurmountable human wall.

As long as the "meat shield" of the German infantry existed for one more second, more Japanese soldiers would be brought down by the machine guns.

Eventually, the Japanese tank, which could match the speed of the turtle, finally climbed in front of the German lines, and the several improvised armored vehicles that set off with it had long since fallen into the mud that the soldiers had trodden on, the craters left by the shells, and the trenches dug by the Germans.

For the tanks of the Japanese army, the Germans had long been prepared. More than a dozen mortar shells landed in the vicinity of the Japanese tanks, and German planes flying into the battlefield also dropped their precious bombs on the Japanese tanks. The small "turtle shell" was suddenly in a storm, and under the double impact of bombs and shells, the Japanese tank, which was already moving slowly, had to shake and stop. When a mortar shell hit its top cover, a puff of smoke billowed out of the tank, and it never moved again.

The Japanese tank crews were either stunned, or their "turtle shells" were pierced by shrapnel, and in short, no one climbed out of the tank. Several troubled Japanese infantrymen climbed into the tanks to take a look, only to be sent to hell by a bullet from a German machine gun hundreds of meters away.

For this inferior tank, the German officers and soldiers scoffed.

After taking out the Japanese tanks, the German planes began to wreak havoc on the Japanese infantry, flying back and forth over the battlefield, firing a series of bullets at the dense Japanese soldiers, although the damage caused was not much, but they left a lot of psychological pressure on the Japanese soldiers. The charging Japanese soldiers had no choice but to silently endure the lash of machine-gun bullets falling from the sky. Later, in the field hospital of the Japanese army, some Japanese wounded soldiers would burrow into the bed as fast as they could when they heard the sound of flies, a phenomenon that was called "buzzing syndrome" by Japanese doctors.

More and more Japanese soldiers fell in the face of the German army's "meat shield and machine gun" tactics, and the morale of their attacking troops became more and more low, and many soldiers even deliberately slowed down the pace of their advance.

In desperation, Major General Miyamoto finally gave the order to retreat.

The German soldiers did not continue the pursuit, but returned behind the defensive positions. Japanese artillery fire would soon suppress the positions on this side, and the German soldiers were already very familiar with the usual tactics of the Japanese. The best thing to do is to let them rain cannonballs and go back into the hideout for afternoon tea.

After sweeping all the bullets, the German planes also swaggered back. After returning to reload, they could continue to attack the Japanese artillery without resistance, as they had done in the morning. Since the Japanese planes had long been reimbursed by the German Air Force, the Japanese artillerymen could only resist the German planes with machine guns and artillery grenades, but the effect did not seem to be good, but fortunately, their masochistic nature made them quickly accept the ravages of the German planes.

In front of the German line lay the corpses of more than 10,000 Japanese soldiers, their yellow uniforms stained with red blood and black mud. The muffled moans of the dead echoed across the battlefield, and wounded but abandoned Japanese soldiers scrambled to their feet, followed by sporadic gunfire from German positions, and the soldiers staggered and fell, unable to get up again.

This scene is so similar to the Takeda cavalry that fell under the guns of the Oda musket team. When the few surviving cavalry stood up again, they were also mercilessly shot by the opposing muskets.

As expected, the German line was soon covered in flames and smoke again, but their concrete fortifications were unremarkable to the Japanese small-caliber artillery, and the Japanese heavy howitzer shells only carved jagged the line into the line.

In the Japanese headquarters on the outskirts of Qingdao, the division commanders and brigade commanders all bowed their heads silently, and Miyamoto, like his name, looked very restless.

"Bastard! Bastard! 70,000 Imperial soldiers, but less than 10,000 German troops were blocked, how can your performance be worthy of the title of samurai? Cowards, a bunch of cowards! What about the momentum of the imperial army to conquer Lushun back then? Have you all forgotten about it? ”

"The general was angry, and General Nogi Noshinori was also defeated in front of the Lushun Fortress, but the general was not discouraged, and persevered in launching attacks again and again, and finally conquered the strong fortress and became a generation of military gods of our army! In my opinion, as long as we continue to attack, the Germans will collapse sooner or later, and this will become the new Arthur fortress that will make the general famous! ”

Hearing these words from his subordinates, Miyamoto couldn't help but turn his anger into joy, but he quickly hesitated again, "We only have less than 90,000 soldiers left!" The military headquarters will not send us reinforcements for the time being, and if we continue to attack like this, I am afraid that we will lose everything before we enter Qingdao! At that time, General Nogi lost a total of more than 60,000 soldiers in 222 days under the Lushun Fortress, and I lost an entire division of soldiers in one day today, which is really ashamed! ”

The division commander who spoke just now disagreed, "General, the more soldiers die, the more you can prove the hardships of this battle, and the more you will appear heroic!" I believe that as long as this line of defense is broken, the German army in Qingdao will basically have no danger to defend! ”

Looking at the sun slowly sinking towards the horizon, Miyamoto remembered the tragic scene of the Battle of Arthur back then, but instead of mourning and mourning the fallen soldiers, he hoped to get some hints from Admiral Nogi.

"Our artillery shelled the German line for another hour! 3,000 daredevils from various divisions launched a night attack on the German line at midnight today! ”

"General, if tonight's raid is unsuccessful, I have a good solution! Grab a large number of Chinese people to make us meat shields, put them in front of the charge, and see if those Germans who call themselves knights dare to fire at the people! If they dare to shoot, then let them consume ammunition in vain! If you don't dare, then we will receive that line of defense smoothly! Hahaha! ”

Miyamoto looked at this guy with a bad stomach in a daze, and soon praised with a happy face: "Yamamoto-kun, you are really the brain of our army!" Then the heavy responsibility of capturing the Chinese people will be left to you, but I am confident that I will break through the German line this evening! ”

The Japanese officers smiled at each other and went their separate ways.

At an observation post in a German defensive position, Lieutenant Colonel Ahrens, 32, observed the situation outside through a periscope. The Japanese shelling was far less intense than it had been in the morning, and the shells of the small-caliber artillery seemed to have decreased considerably, and it seemed that the Japanese understood that the light artillery could hardly pose any threat to this line. The positions in front of the line were covered with layers of corpses of Japanese soldiers, the thickest at a distance of 100-200 meters, where most of the Japanese troops were wiped out by machine-gun fire. Most of the German soldiers were killed in the 50-100 meter strip, but before the Germans could collect the corpses of the warriors, the Japanese shelling began. After this shelling, many of the dead soldiers were left with limbs again.

Ahrens cursed the hateful Japanese in his heart, but today he only traded hundreds of casualties for tens of thousands of Japanese troops, which was a very good deal.

"What a good thing a machine gun! It's a pity that it's too bullet-consuming! Ahrens muttered to himself, his voice quickly drowned out by the rumbling explosion. As the first German officer to voluntarily command the "Black Storm", Ahrens was fortunate to receive personal guidance from the Prince of East Prussia when he was in Germany, and it can be said that he already had a certain degree of attainment in defense. Ahrens felt that what he had learned at that time was simply priceless, and he was now not only the commander of the Black Storm, but also the unified command of all the German Army units in Qingdao.

After the outbreak of the war, the munitions factory in Qingdao ceased to supply to the outside world, the factory not only supplied a large number of machine guns and light artillery to the defenders of Qingdao, but also stored a large amount of ammunition in the hidden warehouse, when the Japanese army completely surrounded Qingdao, the production of the munitions factory gradually stopped with the exhaustion of raw materials, and the factory can only repair some firearms and equipment at present.

Although Ahrens does not have to worry about ammunition for the time being, if the Japanese army still surrounds Qingdao like this, Qingdao will run out of ammunition and grass sooner or later. Ahrens would like to launch a counterattack to break the blockade, and then find a way to buy the ore and grain needed from the Chinese people and local governments. It's a pity that the garrison in Qingdao is now struggling to defend alone.

"It's a pity that this is not the strategic focus of the empire, and I'm afraid that the country will not come all the way to transport troops and materials, everything is on your own!" Although Ahrens was very helpless, the Prince of East Prussia had already given him a preventive shot, and he could not passively defend Qingdao, as long as the strategy was appropriate, the Japanese army might not be able to attack Qingdao. Even if Qingdao falls, as long as the fighting in Europe ends, there will be no suspense in the war, and the Japanese will be repaid twice the principal and interest at that time.

Looking at the sunset on the horizon, Ahrens also moved the idea of a night attack, which could not only kill and injure a large number of Japanese soldiers, but also greatly reduce their morale, which was not high after the failure of the attack, and it would be even better if they could catch a few Japanese generals.

"Communications officer, convey my order, all the soldiers of the 'Black Storm' hurry up and rest, preferably get some sleep. Dinner starts at 8 p.m. tonight and we attack at 12 p.m.! ”