Habitually, the Japanese marines on the run were trained to lie down with their heads in their hands when they saw a grenade.

Only the Japanese soldiers who had participated in the previous attack fell to the ground, and while they fell to the ground, they turned over with the nearby corpses and hid their bodies under the corpses.

The Marines who participated in the attack for the first time looked at them with contempt in their eyes,

"...... with the body of a warrior"

However, before they could finish their thoughts, the grenades flying overhead exploded.

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

Shrapnel poured down from the black smoke of the explosion, like evil claws sticking out of hell and flying in all directions. The person who was beaten jumped like a fish, and then fell to the ground and did not move.

Those who had not been hit by shrapnel or who had only suffered minor injuries jumped to their feet and continued with bayonets in their arms.

However, instead of decreasing, the number of grenades thrown from the roof of the building kept falling like beads with broken threads.

"Gunners in the rear, those guys are asleep...... Just watch us charge......"

Cursing the gunners in the rear, the Japanese soldiers staggered forward on the battlefield full of smoke.

"......Tom tom Tom ......"

Finally, the beautiful set of five repetitive and monotonous sounds sounded.

The Japanese soldier who was running raised his eyes and looked towards the Sixing warehouse dozens of meters away.

The sound of a series of shells exploding weakened the counter-fire in the four rows of warehouses, and they were suppressed by the anti-aircraft guns.

"㘗㘗㘗...... 㘗㘗㘗......"

The urging whistle was sharper and more urgent, and the Japanese Marines quickened their pace.

Suddenly, at the two corners of the first floor of the Sixing Warehouse Building, a sudden burst of machine-gun fire appeared.

"Quack quack...... Sudden ......"

The guns of the Czechs and the machine guns on the tanks sang and sang together as if they were some kind of instrument playing in an ensemble.

Two tracer bullets fired from the side crossed and closed on the battlefield like scissors, and in the middle was the bloody body of a Japanese Marine soldier who hurried past with a bayonet.

Those who were hit by bullets fell to the ground screaming, and the charging men continued to run with bayonets, trying not to look at the machine guns that were spraying tongues of fire.

Suddenly, the machine-gun fire weakened significantly, and then they seemed to turn their guns in an east-west direction.

This relieved the frontal charging soldiers, no matter who those machine guns were going to, as long as they were not aiming at themselves.

Just as he was running, suddenly there was a muffled sound of "Peng Peng", and another steel helmet flew into the sky.

"Thunder ......"

Someone shouted, fell to the ground, picked up one of the corpses on the ground, and turned over.

"Boom Boom"

A series of explosions rang out in the sky, and shrapnel and dung rained down.

A small group of people rolled and screamed underground, and those who were not dead pushed away the bodies and continued to run.

However, the thunder that had just been touched when the body was moved exploded at this time, and the soldier who had just stood up was blown up and flew out like a sack.

The officer in the rear position, looking at the wounded soldiers and the bodies of the dead who had fallen to the ground before they had run more than twenty meters, blew the whistle and waved, and the other squad jumped out of the trench.

Anyway, it's only fifty meters, no matter how fierce the opponent's firepower is, how many people can die.

Just as another group of people rushed out of the trench, a swarm of black-pressed grenades flew into the sky again.

This time, the Marines, who had been watching from behind, learned much wiser, and when they lay on the ground, they knew that the corpse was covered with a tow.

Although another thunderbolt was fired, there were many more soldiers jumping up and running forward than the previous one in the smoke behind the roar.

But before the officer in the trench could breathe a sigh of relief, he clearly saw that the two tanks in the corner of the building were like bastions, and there was a "quack" of intersecting machine-gun fire.

A number of soldiers fell, but the infantry of the attacking Japanese marines received a death order not to stop the attack until the four elements of the warehouse building were captured, regardless of casualties.

After this wave of attacks was more than ten meters away from the trench, they waved their hands again, blew their whistles again, and once again a group of infantry silently crawled out of the trench and ran towards the Sixing warehouse.

There weren't many infantry left in the first attack wave in front of him, and only about thirty of them could really get close to the building under the repeated blows, and almost all of them were wounded.

Guan Shijie looked out from the specially opened hole and gave a rhythmic command,

"Group 1...... Left hand...... Left hand ......"

There is no shortage of rope in the Sixing warehouse, not how much rope is stored here, but there is a lot of raw silk here, and it is rope when twisted.

"Peng"

In the midst of the Japanese soldiers who were running, a row of steel-helmeted mines flew again.

"Thunder"

As usual, the remaining 30 or so Japanese soldiers instantly fell to the ground, and dragged up the corpse to cover themselves. It doesn't matter if there is a treacherous thunder under the corpse.

Because there are no mines more odious than the "mines" that the medics call "cripplers".

Of course, there were also soldiers who had more thoughts in their hearts, and the corpses covered the upper half of their bodies, and their legs were exposed. Perhaps it would be more cost-effective to lose a leg than to lose one's life.

Under the series of explosions, the remaining dozen or so people jumped up and rushed to the gate of the Sixing warehouse.

However, the turrets of the two tanks, which looked like bastions, turned their heads and sprayed a barrage of machine-gun bullets "suddenly".

The Japanese marines who were running were struggling as if they were drunk in the middle of the rain of bullets, but unfortunately they were not lucky enough to approach the gate of the Sixing warehouse.

"In this battle, you all learn a little ......"

Lu Feizhang looked at the battlefield and shook his head, although he had heard Guo Liangjun say it before he came, although he was repeatedly convinced by Zhang Sixing last night, he was still a little unconvinced before he saw it with his own eyes.

Maybe his kung fu is not as good as his, but is it a war...... He was really unconvinced by being surrounded and suppressed by the German mechanic all year round but never besieged.

But now, Lu Feizhang is really convinced.

Just a broken steel helmet can play so many tricks, horizontal, jumping, and those things are a piece as soon as they are hit, which is more powerful than the special earth cannon.

While turning his head and commanding his subordinates, he gently stroked the box cannon with the wooden box in his hand.

When the Japanese soldiers approached, the safety of the two tanks on the left side depended on him and his men.

In this matter, he made a bet with Cao Zijin, who was protecting the other tank, to see who could protect the tank for a longer time.

Looking at the Japanese marines who were getting closer and closer, he gestured to the soldiers in two teams and shouted,

"Pay attention, the devils are coming, two at a time, we must not let the devils get close to our tanks, prepare to ......"

Unlike other armies in China, the old eight really have nothing to say about carrying out orders.

Especially in battle, they have more experience just a few days after taking off their Red Star Hats.