October 27, 1937, 21:45 p.m.

The Japanese marines attacking below, staring nervously at the four rows of warehouses.

Fifteen minutes ago, the three buildings that served as their support fire were blasted for no apparent reason.

The front-line command was destroyed, and all three Japanese Marine brigades attacking from the front were out of command.

Almost all of the fire support bases of the three brigades of heavy machine guns and grenadiers were destroyed along with the buildings in the blasting.

Along with the destruction, there were also nearby artillery positions, and an unknown number of snipers.

At present, the Japanese marines on the eastern front are afraid that more wounded who are not afraid of death will burst out of the holes in the wall that have been blown out, and they will run away under such blows.

There was not much hope for an offensive from the west.

They were barely supported by artillery fire or fire, and faced the terrible stinking mines made of steel helmets. Even if it hadn't broken up, I'm afraid it was quietly retreating now.

Only the Japanese Marine Corps, which was attacking head-on, was not fighting at the moment, nor was it retreating.

In the face of the firepower of the Sixing Warehouse, attacking that is called looking for death, retreating and asking the people of the Sixing Warehouse, are they willing.

The soldiers in that warehouse were hateful, fierce, and cunning and terrifying.

What frightened them even more was that the other party didn't know where so many grenades came from, and they were thrown in the air, not to mention that they were all blown up. You must know that the grenade is not something that any ordinary soldier can play casually.

Now what scares them is happening,

"Po"

A flare exploded in the sky, and then a flock of grenades, like rising birds, flew out of the four rows of warehouses,

"Grenade...... Grenade ......"

The fear in my heart was released with a cry full of fear in Japanese.

These grenades, wrapped in broken sacks, are a hundred times more terrifying than the Gong grenades originally equipped by the Chinese army.

The Japanese Marines crouched in the ground felt despair.

In the past, in the face of grenade attacks by the Chinese army, you only had to lie down, and unless you were extremely unlucky enough to have a grenade land next to you, you would not be hurt at all.

But now, those guys kill like the scythe of death, and when it explodes, it will blow up a piece. What is especially aggrieved is that there is no place to hide on the hard concrete floor.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

A series of explosions rang out, a miserable howl cooperated, and shrapnel flew in the air like hailstones.

At this time, the originally bright flares in the sky were suddenly hit by something.

A moment of light immediately turned into a small spark scattered around.

The light was gone, and a group of demonic black shadows were quietly moving at the gate of the Sixing Warehouse.

While the soldiers of the Japanese Marine Corps were frightened in the darkness, the sound of machine guns on the Sixing warehouse building rang out like a dry pot and crumbling beans.

"Sudden Sudden Sudden ......"

"Whoop ......"

I don't know how many Czech-style and Min-24 markers suddenly roared together like a group of angry people.

Patches of crimson ballistics spilled into the group of Japanese marines who were trapped and unable to advance or retreat due to the support fire.

The soldiers of the Japanese Marine Corps, who had just been hit by a grenade, were forced to meet the dense barrage of bullets in the dark before they had time to care for the wounded by the explosion.

Fortunately, the attack was short-lived, probably only penetrating the thirty-round magazine of the Czech machine gun, and the light machine gun fire immediately stopped.

But this was not the final blow to them, for there was a grandiose, warsong-like roar from the door of the warehouse.

"Kill...... Kill the devil ......"

As a professional special operations officer, Zhang Sixing has always believed that he should not shout when charging.

However, this is the battlefield of World War II, especially when the opposing soldiers are about to collapse, such a charge with shouts will bring endless pressure to the other side.

A variety of dialects with different accents, shouting the same word "kill".

In dialects with different accents, the same word "kill devils" is shouted.

Say not to be afraid, the Japanese marines who have just been subjected to intensive strafing from air-blown grenades and machine guns are not afraid.

"Escape ......"

I don't know who shouted, and then someone desperately ran backwards.

But in the darkness there were still people shouting,

"Don't mess around, I'm an officer, listen to my orders, and prepare for white-knuckle combat."

The marines, who had been lying underground to avoid machine gun bullets, and who were a little agitated because of the Japanese phrase "escape", suddenly heard the voice of the officer, and their hearts were calmed by the long-term training.

What is the best white-knuckle battle, the Chinese soldiers are not good at stabbing skills, and a few people can't deal with a Japanese soldier, which is their pride.

A large group of Japanese marines, lying on the ground, stood up and put their feet on the wounded companions. The blood-boiling sound of white-knuckle combat gave them a sense of honor as a samurai.

They held bayonets and tried to line up in a dense formation as much as possible, and the white-knuckle battle formation was very important.

The soldiers did their best to widen their eyes, trying to see the figure rushing towards them in the darkness.

It's a pity that at this moment, it has been quiet, guarding against being attacked by snipers, and the searchlights of the four rows of warehouses suddenly turn on.

Some of the soldiers who stood up with bayonets and prepared to meet the charge were illuminated in an instant.

The intense glow of the white flower's searchlight makes it dark.

Yes, from the darkness to the light, what is obtained is not light, but instant blindness.

The transition time of the closed eye state of the human eye is about three seconds.

But even the veteran didn't expect that the searchlight suddenly turned on on the opposite side. As for the crowd that was about to "meet" with a bayonet, there was nothing.

"Quack Quack ......"

The Czech, who had just fallen silent, screamed again, and the shooter's fingers holding the trigger did not loosen, swinging wildly in order to spill the bullet into the place where the crowd was largest.

If you can't fight it, the chief said it doesn't matter.

This is also a war, this is simply a trick of wasting ammunition.

Despite the "trick", nearly 100 Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground in an instant.

After all, the tight formation they put in was conducive to stabbing and was strafed by multiple machine guns, and this would definitely be the result.

Then the searchlight faded and darkness fell again.

The time is just right, and the time when darkness replaces light is another three seconds.

At this time, all of a sudden, there was a shout that broke out in front of the Japanese marines not more than a dozen meters away.

It is still a "kill" word in various dialects.

I still want to deceive Lao Tzu, this time Lao Tzu will not be fooled again.

"Po"

The light blooming overhead, and the Japanese Marines were greeted by the continuous fire of box guns and the bayonet stabbing of the flat pole with bayonets strapped to them.

At his feet were lying on his stomach, temporarily blind Japanese soldiers.

Like a toad in a paddy field at night in the countryside, a child game that is no longer simple.

"Run, Run......"

Looking at the avalanche of people under the flares, the Japanese marines behind finally remembered the word.

As soon as he shouted out of his mouth, he was shot in the head.

"Run, have you reported to Lao Tzu, and I'll approve it when Lao Tzu is free."