October 27, 1937, 21:25 p.m.

"Tutu...... Sudden ......"

On the fire support floor, a large number of machine guns and grenadiers that suppressed fire were exerting their fire on the Sixing warehouse.

However, with the exception of sniper-gun gunners, which from time to time harvest the lives of machine gunners, the four rows of warehouses almost no longer shoot at them.

Neither artillery, nor rifles, were fired at them anymore.

At present, the Sihang warehouse, excluding all the firepower of the snipers, is struggling to resist the siege of the Sixing warehouse by 3,000 Japanese soldiers.

However, with the support of machine gun and artillery fire, the soldiers of the Japanese Marine Corps braved the rain of grenades and endured heavy casualties and finally approached the Sihang warehouse.

But where to get in, it was absolutely stupid for all three thousand people to rush to the gate.

The Japanese marines' attack strategy this time was to besiege from all sides. The attacking soldiers carried explosives and tried to blow up the walls of the Sixing Building.

However, the wall on the first floor is not easy to approach, not to mention the grenades raining overhead.

As long as you enter within ten meters of the building's wall, you will hear the instructions of the Guizhou dialect and the northeast dialect.

"Pull, spray these turtle grandchildren to death."

"Pull, spray these turtle sons to death......"

Then there was a large amount of beans and shrapnel mixed with dung, with a strong smell, and sprayed them violently in the face.

In particular, if you come within 10 meters of an explosion, you will be immediately attacked by such a foul-smelling mine.

Well, the Japanese marines have simply not figured out a way to deal with this.

From the officers down to almost all the soldiers, they know that this kind of "crippler" mine is every soldier's nightmare.

The battered Japanese marines were hit by the "steel helmet manure mine", and almost all of them lay on the ground with screams.

Then there was a strange scene on the battlefield, almost as many as countless flashlights, which suddenly lit up in front of the Japanese marines.

This strange situation made Zhang Sixing on the roof of the building stunned:

Hey, what kind of tricks are the little devils playing, they ...... They were going to deal with the commander of Laray.

Just as he wanted to alert the people below, the Japanese marines in the distance had fought in an artillery position, but they told him with the muzzle flame of the artillery fire and the loud sound of the cannon - it was too late.

"Old cigarette pouch...... Off the bearded ......"

The explosion sounded violently, and the soldier who had just stuffed the steel helmet mine out of the hole flew backwards as if he had been pushed by someone.

"I'm ......"

Guan Shijie was stunned, and the explosion of a scarlet cannonball suddenly sounded in front of him, flames rose up, and shrapnel flew ......

A two-meter-square hole was opened on the first floor of the east wall, and several teenagers who were lucky enough to survive the explosion screamed, wielding their stumps and struggling.

"Giving and giving......"

Not far away, the Japanese marines, who had just been suppressed by the steel helmet mines, held their bayonets and began a fanatical charge.

They firmly believe that three thousand, a full three thousand marines, only need one entrance to annihilate this hateful guy who relies on the four lines of warehouse buildings and uses the hateful mines of the "cripple maker".

To kill them all, no, without guns, with bayonets, with them to train the recruits with bayonets.

However, at the mouth of the smoke-rising hole, a young man in ragged clothes with a steel helmet hanging on his chest suddenly appeared.

He was missing an arm, a leg, and even two eyeballs that had collapsed from the explosion in front of him and hung on his face.

"Dog, dog, Larley, the devil is right in front of your face."

The young man next to him was even more miserable, his legs were broken, and the flesh and skin on his face were turned up from the wounds.

However, he rubbed the blood from his sleeve and called out a clarion call in a torn voice as bright as a horn at the boy who was standing on one leg against the wall.

"Lao Tzu said that your ancestors were banban."

The strange voice of the young man who had just changed his voice, mixed with a roar of pain and anger, was like an orientation technique of the fairy family, which made all the Japanese Marines who were charging to stop.

Because he was holding a Japanese-style steel helmet on his chest, he was jumping on one leg at the moment, as if the impermanence in Chinese legends.

But his clothes were more torn, and his limbs were incomplete.

At this time, the young man who had just called out to him with all four legs broken, also picked up a steel helmet thunder in his stump arm, and pulled down the ring of fire with his teeth. At this moment, he only had a stump left, so he simply rolled over to the Japanese underground.

"The crippled and the seriously injured, just fight with the devil, don't be afraid, don't howl...... Leave someone with hands and feet who can take care of your parents. ”

Regardless of the other troops, this is the rule in the miscellaneous barracks. They all grew up in the same village and knew each other well. knows that if he goes back alive, he won't care about his father.

Even so, why should it be a pity to have a broken life.

Take away a flat, take a bunch ......

"Let's go, brothers, we've earned ......"

The young man, who had not injured his legs and feet, with a steel helmet around his neck, pounced like a leopard on the dense bayonet forest of blades of grass of the Japanese marines.

Several bayonets pierced his body at the same time, and the Japanese marines who stabbed him glared and let out a roar.

But blood spurted out of his mouth like a waterfall, and he ...... He was actually full of laughter, and he actually had a terrible smile on his face.

"Earn nag, Lao Tzu earns nag......"

"Boom"

The blast blew over the nearest Japanese soldier, and in the frightened eyes of the Japanese soldiers behind, it seemed that countless shrapnel was sprinkled at them with the cold howl of hell from which they came.

In their frightened eyes, they watched from the hole in the wall that had just exploded, and black shadows with the appearance of ghosts came out of it without care.

The decisive attack of the wounded soldiers was not one, but a group. Almost all of the seriously injured miscellaneous barracks teenagers dragged their bodies and rushed outward, hoping that their own deaths would be exchanged for the lives of their companions.

The Japanese marines who were in the prime of their duties just now, under the ferocious attack of the miscellaneous soldiers, actually ran backwards one or two. Even they dropped their guns, they left everything behind, and they just wanted to get as far away from those demons as possible.

Guan Shijie, who was also overturned by the air wave, wanted to stand up, but there was no strength in his body, and there was a numbness and stinging pain in his left arm.

Raising his dizzy head, he looked at it, his left hand was gone, and his elbow was only attached to a little flesh.

"Sir, it's okay, there's nothing to do, don't panic......"

A miscellaneous barracks Guizhou accent was sharp, trying his best to open his eyes and look at Guan Shijie's wounds, tears already rolling in his eyes.

Rolling his eyes indifferently, Guan Shijie pulled out the dagger, gritted his teeth and cut off a bit of flesh at his elbow. The mouth under the beard, pouting and muttering scolding,

"Damn, your man is dead, let a girl go to the battlefield and light a cigarette for Lao Tzu."

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a few big gulps, and looked impatiently at the medical soldier who stopped the bleeding.

"Cry, cry a calf, and cry again Lao Tzu will cut you."