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Konosuke Yamashita opened his eyes in the stopped car, his brows furrowed, it was such a harassing attack again, he always had to stop, he always had to delay time.

The devils shot for a while, split up and outflanked, and the shadow of the attacker was gone. They had no choice but to collect the bodies and the wounded and continue their search.

Sipu Town gradually appeared in the sight of the devils, the road passed through the town, and now it was full of bricks, tiles, tables and chairs and other obstacles, and even a few large stone mills were moved to make barricades, which seemed to be watered and frozen with ice, and stood in the road in front of the town in a somewhat chaotic manner like robbers robbing the road.

"Smack!" A gunshot pierced the silent town, and a devil, Cao Chang, threw himself down, and the blood quickly stained the snow red.

Is it harassment and procrastination like blocking? The devils immediately launched an attack on the town according to the established arrangement. Grenadiers and machine guns fired into the town, and a squad of devils approached in various tactical moves, like a group of small monsters exposed to the sun.

Sipu Town was silent, coldly watching the invaders move forward, closer.

Konosuke Yamashita stood on the roof of the car, watching from afar with a telescope. He vaguely felt that this time would be different from before, because this town was not easy to bypass, and the enemy must have seen this too, right?

Crossing the open area at the entrance of the town, and crossing the "robbers who robbed the road", the devil was only more than thirty or fifty meters away from the town.

Pieces of mud were pushed away from the shooting holes, and suddenly, machine guns, rifles, and shotguns roared together, and the tongues of fire were firing like poisonous snakes, and many devils were caught off guard, and before they could react, they were hit by a rain of bullets.

Sure enough, it's different from the previous harassment and procrastination! Konosuke Yamashita judged from the intensity of his opponent's firepower that the opponent was really going to block it here.

The devils in the car quickly got out of the car and formed a team, the artillery was unloaded, the position was selected, the ammunition was moved down for backup, and the posture was set up, and it was time to fight in a dignified manner.

A series of explosions shook the land, the smoke of the fire obscured the clear sky, the walls collapsed, the bricks and tiles flew sideways, and the thick smoke of gunpowder filled the streets and alleys.

After giving a fierce blow to the devil squad approaching first, the officers and men of the third column gave up the defense of the town entrance and withdrew into the town, relying on the fortifications, counteracting the effect of the enemy's artillery fire, preserving the vital forces, and preparing for a fierce battle with close combat.

Although the time was in a hurry, Yang Tianfeng still did his best, not only to transfer steel helmets and stab-proof armor to the street fighting troops, but also to lead the soldiers and the people to work together, using wood, door panels, and large tables to build roofs and shelters for the soldiers in all corners to minimize the damage of artillery fire.

Some shelters are just door panels placed diagonally in the corners of the walls, allowing only one person to take refuge, but these measures do make a big difference. The fortifications of the personnel responsible for the detonation were relatively strong and hidden, and they did not even consider taking them into battle.

The artillery fire stopped for a while, a squad was the vanguard, a squadron was responsible for following up and consolidating, and the devils launched a fierce attack.

Soon, the vanguard team captured the building at the entrance of the town and advanced deeper, as if seizing a foothold, creating conditions for the follow-up of the devil squadron. In the distance, a Japanese officer drew his command knife and howled, and a large number of soldiers on standby immediately got up and bent down to charge.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" To the surprise of the devil, the thing that dropped a ball of the ground happened, and several large stone mills suddenly let out an angry roar, and the explosion rushed hundreds of catties of stone mills directly to a height of several meters in the sky, and the entrance of the town was almost covered by flames and gunsmoke, and the red-hot tumbling gravel, broken iron and bullet shells were mixed with the shock wave, flying wildly in the space of smoke and fire......

In the copycat version of the anti-infantry mine, hundreds of kilograms of explosives were buried under several large stone mills and detonated with wires. When detonated, the rubble, nails, and bullet casings that are pressed under the stone mill will fly out in all directions under the squeeze from above, and the scythe of death will fly out from under the grinding disc and sweep across the waist.

Konosuke Yamashita held the binoculars, but the hands holding the binoculars were trembling slightly from extreme anger. The flames were fading, and the smoke was still thick, but he knew that this squadron must have suffered heavy casualties. But the gunfire and explosions in the town were intense, and it was a squad that had rushed into the town that was under heavy attack from the superior enemy, and it was not known how long they could hold out.

As Konosuke Yamashita expected, the devils who rushed into the town were hit from all sides before they could wake up from the shock of the explosion behind them.

What is the use of good marksmanship, in a street battle thirty or fifty meters is considered far, and the two sides are almost pulled to a horizontal line; What's the use of being skilled in tactical movements, obstacles everywhere, and not knowing where the enemy is hiding?

The soldiers of the three columns, who were in charge of street fighting, under the command of the officers, took the squad as a unit, relied on the preset fire points, and relied on their familiarity with the terrain and alleys, interspersed with roundabouts and fired fiercely. In particular, the grenade launchers, at a distance of several tens of meters, were all shoulder-to-shoulder, and the focus was on the positions of the devil officers and machine gunners, and they exploded in a small pile.

Five or six devils had just entered an alley, and there were obstacles in front of them, and before they could see clearly, two black barrels of guns came out from behind the obstacles. Boom, a piece of iron sand sprayed in the face; The devil in front screamed and fell to the ground, and the one in the back just raised his gun, boom, and another projectile hit the head.

You use a single-shot rifle, you hit the point, and you have to aim; People use shotguns, which are sprayed when they are raised. Squirt! It was a blow to the face. Even the people didn't show their heads, and they stuck their guns out from behind the bunkers with their hands, almost like a bang.

Several devils were searching along a wall, and there was a noise from the other side of the wall, and the devils immediately became vigilant.

The other side seems to have heard the movement on this side, and there is no sound, so it should be in a nervous state. Then, there was a high-five, as if to make contact. A devil rolled his eyes, shoved the gun under his side, and slapped his palm smartly. The other side seemed to let its guard down, and a voice rang out.

The "smart egg" who clapped his palms showed a smug and sly smile to his companion, and gestured with his hand, meaning to go around and sneak attack. But before this guy's smile could be put away, a few smoke-emitting grenades were thrown from behind the wall, and even experienced devils screamed in fright when they looked at the death bullets that sizzled in their footsteps.

Boom, boom, boom...... The continuous explosions had almost no dead spots in the narrow alleys, and several devils were either killed or injured.

After a while, the officers and men of the third column of a squad turned around from the entrance of the alley, and after a burst of random gunfire, they stepped forward with another bayonet, and the wounded and dead were not spared.

"Mother's!" The squad leader kicked away the corpse of the devil who was more in the way, and while asking the soldiers to quickly put away the ammunition and guns, he spat on the ground, "Bullying Lao Tzu doesn't know how to count, isn't one plus one two?" ”

One echoes two, two echoes three, three echoes four...... Well, that's the end of it, no one can wait patiently for you to slap a hundred times. But from this simple contact code and the temporary emblem worn by the street fighting troops, it can also be seen how careful Yang Tianfeng is.

The Japanese army was not good at street fighting, or so to speak, street fighting was a nightmare for any army. Because the two armies are intertwined, the field of vision is blocked, and the heavy firepower loses most of its effect, leaving only simple people fighting people, light weapons against light weapons. Whoever has more people, familiar with the terrain and ingenious fortifications, will have the advantage. Even in later generations, weapons were greatly improved, street fighting was still brutal and bloody, and the defending side was still advantageous.

In street fighting, the enemy and the enemy are hand-to-hand combat, and the cruelty is great. Since the battles were almost always based on infantry light fire assaults, and they were all carried out within visual range, the terrain was unpredictable, so in street battles, heavy weapons were almost useless.

Due to the complexity of the terrain, the mobility of the troops involved in street fighting was severely restricted; The limited field of vision makes observation, shooting, and coordination very inconvenient, and in many cases, the combat formation of the troops is fragmented, and they have to be dispersed into various units to fight independently.

Since there is no clear battle line, the enemy and the enemy are mixed in the street fighting, forming a state of mutual glue between you and me, and I and you. The fact that the attacking side is in the open and the defending side is hiding in the shadows increases the difficulty and risk of street fighting.

"You don't know who the enemy is or where the bullets are coming from until someone shoots at you." Surprise ambushes and unguardable snipers often make the attackers tremble and fall into the shadow of panic and fear.

The devils of a squad were not only unfamiliar with street fighting, but were also besieged and killed by superior forces with melee weapons, and were soon killed and wounded.

The corpses, the wounded, the devil had just cleaned up the mess and blood at the entrance of the town, and then launched an angry attack again.

Including the forward squad, the devils have already lost more than a squadron, which is unacceptable to their arrogance, and it also makes them feel extremely angry.

The Japanese artillery fire was once again in full swing, and the first half of the town was enveloped by heavy artillery fire, and the houses collapsed, and large areas of earth, wood, bricks, and snow and dust flew into the air.

Under the personal command of Konosuke Yamashita, the devil attacked the two flanks in two squads, one squadron served as the main attack, and one squadron served as the second echelon, and launched another attack on Sipu Town. Konosuke Yamashita changed his tactics, attacking the front while instead intensifying the flank attack, trying to open a gap between the walls of the house and spread a split encirclement.

The devil squad rushed up, and after a burst of heavy fire, without much resistance, entered the town. Then, at once, to develop in depth, in an attempt to capture the street in one fell swoop, to seize a foothold in depth, and then to outflank the two flanks. (To be continued.) )