"Ready...... Put ......"

At this time, Hansen, who had regained his hearing. Raul waved his arm and roared, and the makeshift gunner pulled down the firing rope.

The sound of artillery fire echoed through the building, cheering the soldiers who had just been shelled by the Japanese and were rescuing the wounded.

This point Hansen. Raul was satisfied, as a veteran, it was not difficult to carry out artillery aiming. In particular, relatively simple Japanese artillery and familiar German-made artillery.

In particular, he was able to provide cover for his comrades, which made him even more happy.

Smoke rose from the artillery positions of the Japanese in the distance, and not four, but twenty explosions in a row.

"Suppress, suppress enemy artillery fire."

The artillery commander cowered in the corner of the sandbag bunker and gave the order, but unfortunately received the following reward from the sightman.

"Sir, their cannons are in the building, whether it's shelling, muzzle flame, or whatever, they can't tell the difference, the only thing they know is that those cannons are on the fifth floor."

Fifth floor, really painful fifth floor. In addition to the grenadiers, the cannon did not allow firing at the fifth floor at all.

That side is the concession, and I accidentally hit the shell......

"Those cowardly bastards of the military department, we shouldn't be trapped in the street fighting here, we should go south, we should go up to the Pacific to deal with the Yankees."

The gunners were not interested in the strategic battles between the services. But in the face of a battle that can't be attacked, but the opponent can, how to fight this battle.

"We can't suppress the enemy's artillery fire unless we collapse the building with a large number of shells."

Bomb down the building, that's impossible.

Looking at the Marine Corps soldiers who flocked to the building like a tide, the commander of the artillery team said dejectedly,

"Hit the middle of the third and fourth floors, be careful not to hit the shells on the other side of the river, the rest...... Look at the infantry. ”

At this moment, the cannon on the fifth floor of the Sixing warehouse on the opposite side rang out again. Then four shells landed in the crowd of charging Japanese marines.

As with the artillery fire of the front artillery team, there were five explosions in one shot. The flying shrapnel sickle was like a wheat harvest, and the charging soldiers were brought down in large swaths.

Not only that, but the mortars on the upper floor were almost continuously projecting shells in the face of the charging group of Japanese soldiers.

It is also that all the Chinese troops, including the 88th Division, have never fought such a rich battle.

Anyway, the arms that the division headquarters put in the warehouse at the beginning would be captured by the Japanese if they couldn't take it away. Anyway, while it can still be used now, just use it for the devils.

At this time, there was no artillery suppression, and the fire points on the building were completely alive. Especially when he found that the other party did not attack the fifth floor, Xie Jinyuan transferred more soldiers upstairs.

Almost two soldiers have a firing position, one shoots and the other is on.

The machine gunners and grenadiers of the Japanese troops on the opposite building were certainly killed by the precision riflemen. But the Japanese, who had been prepared for a long time, prepared a large number of veterans who knew machine guns and grenadiers, and desperately confronted the people in the Sixing warehouse.

As the Japanese reinforcements approached the Sihang Warehouse Building, the observer of the Shepherd Artillery Corps made a gesture to Li Jixian.

"Come up, get up and sprinkle, now it's up to Lao Tzu's nagging, and give Lao Tzu a hard hammer to those melon girls."

With his order, the soldiers who had been lying in bunker during the Japanese shelling just now stood up.

At this time, someone shouted downstairs,

"The shepherds are all up, and they are ready to smash those turtle sons."

With Li Jixian's order, grenades were thrown from the windows one after another, and the observers in front of them watched their own grenades land.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ...... In the charging crowd, the dense grenades seemed to be poured down from the sky as if they were basins.

In an instant, there was an explosion everywhere, and the explosion was dense like beans collapsing in a pot, and it was so dense that it was impossible to hear it.

The Japanese marines on the ground were charging because of their large numbers and the desire to achieve maximum impact, so the crowd was dense. In the continuous explosion, the running soldiers flew into the air because of the explosion.

However, more people experienced the extraordinary lethality of Gong grenades for the first time in the flying shrapnel.

Not only that, but the observer was desperately shouting while observing the grenade explosion point,

"Deviated, deviated, to the left, air explosion, throw it to Lao Tzu."

The shepherd, who received the order, habitually swept the grenade in his hand, pulled the fire and counted "one, two" and threw it out of the window. Not one at a time, two at a time.

In the blink of an eye, hiding behind a half-section of the water wall, two thunderclaps rang out above the heads of a group of Japanese marines.

In the roaring explosion, the soldier who had been hit in the head by shrapnel staggered out of the smoke.

He held his head in his hands, tore his throat and desperately cried "Oh my God", and after taking two steps, he fell headlong to the ground.

This is not just the case, but in pieces.

"Grenadiers, the people of China also used grenadiers."

There were Japanese Marines huddled in the corner, shouting desperately.

In fact, where the grenadiers could get such a scene, it would take dozens of shepherds to cooperate with the observers.

And for the Japanese, the most hateful thing about this style of play is that you can't see where the person who threw the grenade on the other side is.

But they were able to smash the grenade on the head of the attacking troops.

"Quick...... Save them......"

Although he was under strong pressure from his superior, Yumu Kumagawa, Funashi was still yelling unwillingly.

However, the shepherd artillery team did not care so much, as long as the observers in front were still reporting their positions to them, the grenades had to hit the target. If you don't allow it, your sheep won't run away.

"Twenty-five meters, a bunch of devils, explode for Lao Tzu."

As the observer shouted, there would be a few quarrels occasionally,

"Next door, you are so blind, Lao Tzu's grenades are thrown over, are you making up two to grab credit?"

The observer next to him was not idle, and shouted back.

"Your group of sheep herds can't make it, if you don't throw it or make up two trees, the devil won't run away."

Li Jixian still has a way to deal with this,

"It's a noisy fart, it's not counted if it's repeated, it's another fight."

Now that the observers know it, they are much more cautious when they can't choose targets one by one.

All this is in Xie Jinyuan's eyes, he has never seen any soldier who can fight happily.

That's really fun, you can figure it out when you think about it.

A grenade exploding on the heads of a group of devil soldiers is definitely a sense of achievement.

Moreover, both the observers and the shepherds who threw bombs launched a completely silent attack on this battlefield full of gunsmoke and gunfire.

Such a good way, how did I not think of it before.

Thinking of this, just look at the few people in the shepherd who wear M35 steel helmets, and you can know that such soldiers are rare among German armorers.

And the soldiers in charge of sheep, I'm afraid that in a unit like the miscellaneous barracks, they are very conscious.

"That Zhang Sixing, he's a German, how can he understand these things?"