October 28, 1937, 17:00 AM.

Artillery first, please, these are Zhukov's words, and they are also the rules of the battlefield that almost all armies in the world follow at this time.

Therefore, the attack of the Shigeto Brigade began with the roar of artillery.

The cannon slammed back with the explosion of the fire, like a devil who had eaten and vomited, willfully spewing out large clouds of scorching and dirty gray smoke from hell.

The disemboweled, cone-shaped tips whistling sharply in the air. A space of several hundred meters flew by in just a few seconds under the impetus of a powerful force.

The thick concrete wall could not withstand the impact of the shells, and in the blink of an eye, the shells passed through, and then exploded on the first floor of the Sixing warehouse.

The first floor was almost the first time to be bombarded, and this bombardment was holding a large cigarette pouch, and the old cigarette pouch was shocked.

The young man who came to report timidly lifted the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian's shoulder,

"Uncle Tobacco Bag, Uncle Tobacco Bag ......"

Li Youtian, the old cigarette pouch that was awakened by touching, took down the cigarette pouch casually and knocked it down on the ammunition box on the side.

"Let's go, let's take a look, the little devil is crazy and hits us on the first floor."

Since the start of the war in the Sixing warehouse, the first floor has rarely been hit by artillery, but this time......

The scene in the shelled place was unbearable, blood and flesh were splashed on the wall blackened by artillery fire, and Li Youtian, an old cigarette pouch that had been rolling on the battlefield for many years, took out the book that never left him.

Come with Luo Mingyang and ask the soldiers who brought them,

"Which ones?"

I didn't know that the little soldier shrank down,

"I don't know who they were, the new ones last night."

Hearing this, the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian's tense body seemed to relax. Raise your head and shout,

"Who is in charge here, and which ...... were bombed?"

Before the words fell, suddenly the sound of a cannon firing was heard in the distance. Not one shot, but a group. The artillery of the Shigeto Brigade, consisting of six field guns and twelve mountain guns, opened fire.

"Spread out...... Spread out ......"

The old cigarette pouch Li Youtian pushed Ba Shi Luo Mingyang beside him down behind a pillar, and then waved his arms and shouted loudly.

Not far away, the wall he was facing was suddenly pierced. A strong light flickered, followed by a violent roar, and a tremendous force lifted him up.

"It's over......"

After many years on the battlefield, Li Youtian, who was unscathed, was swept backwards by the air wave of the shell explosion. The two eyes seemed to have been punched by someone, and they were completely plunged into darkness and could not see anything.

"Uncle Cigarette Bag ......"

"Brother ...... Tobacco Bag"

The chaotic shouts seemed to come from a far away, and the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian moved, and his hands were groping around.

Seeing Li Youtian, the old cigarette pouch with his eyes closed, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what he meant.

It was Luo Mingyang who reacted first, glanced around, took out his big cigarette pouch from under a pile of rotten bricks, and stuffed it back into his hand.

Then he checked the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian in a panic, and the strange thing was that there was no trace of blood at all except for the debris thrown by the explosion wave.

It wasn't until the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian skillfully loaded the bag of cigarettes, took out his Qianli fire box, blew up the lighted pipe, and took two puffs of "Bobo", that Ba Shi definitely patted him on the shoulder and laughed,

"Haha, Brother Tobacco Bag, your old man is really blessed by the gods, and it is impossible to get such a hard shot."

Just as he was patting the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian on the shoulder and laughing, suddenly there was a loud shooting sound in the distance.

"Hide, hide until ......"

Almost everyone shouted, and then immediately dispersed, arching to wherever they could.

Compared to the artillery fire of the Marines, which were repeatedly weakened by Zhang Sixing, the artillery bombardment of the Shigeto Brigade was fierce and accurate. The only army does not have marines, so many anti-aircraft guns.

That is, the suppression of army artillery fire is not continuous.

However, before the people in the Sixing warehouse could really relax, suddenly there was a messy sound of shelling. With these artillery fires, a succession of twelve artillery fires fell on the outer walls of the four-row warehouses.

The Shigetsu Brigade attacked with rapid firepower, and Zhang Sixing was stunned for a while.

When the Japanese marines attacked, the artillery fire mainly suppressed the fire on the third and fourth floors of the four rows of warehouses. It's easy to see how this is done to reduce the casualties of soldiers during the attack.

But why did the artillery fire of the Japanese Army in front of him directly attack the first floor?

Don't......

Zhang Sixing, who was lying on the roof of the building, thought of the only possibility in a blink of an eye...... Yohei Higashikawa:

Good boy, seeing that the wind is not bad at making the rudder, he joined the army again so soon......

When this kid Higashikawa Yohei arrives in the army, then the Japanese army in front of him will naturally attack the soft underbelly of the fortifications of the Sixing warehouse.

Attack the first floor, causing the labyrinth to lose its ability to disperse forces.

After all, the function of the labyrinth is to make those who enter it dizzy, and they are attacked from close range from all directions.

Even if he was not there last time, the Japanese marines attacked the first floor, and the troops were scattered under the maze, so they suffered heavy casualties.

Then when the front wall of the first floor is destroyed, the effect of the labyrinth is lost by eighty.

Resist the Japanese Army's charge......

Thinking back to the composition of the strength of the lower four line warehouses, he didn't think about it at all. Not to mention the miscellaneous barracks, even if they are all German armorers, they can't resist the attack of the mixed brigade with field capabilities in the early stage of the war.

This is not the late stage of the war, because of the lack of troops, the formation of three brigades, this will be a serious five brigades. It's okay to have 5,000 people.

There is a huge threat from artillery fire, Zhang Sixing does not deny it. But he also understood that war is actually the killing of the living forces of the other side, and whichever side kills more wounds, the greater the chance of victory.

For example, the two mushroom bombs thrown down by Yingjiang made the devil government, which was forced to "100 million jade pieces" at that time, not even dare to dust off the soil on his knees for 80 years.

That's why before this battle, so many household items were made specifically for the infantry.

Sure enough, while the people in the Sixing warehouse were struggling to endure the shelling, under the cover of twelve Japanese tanks, there were not too many people, and a large group of devil soldiers quickly approached.

They followed behind the tanks, and it was clear that the infantry and tank coordination did not care so much about the Japanese army. Hiding behind a tank is definitely not in the spirit of bushido.

At the front were twelve tanks lined up, and the coordination of infantry was not a thing to be considered for the Japanese who were particular about bushido.

Behind the tank was a row of infantry holding triangular steel shields, which were apparently two steel plates welded together.

Regardless of rifle and machine gun bullets hitting those triangular shields, a considerable number of bullets turned into ricochets.

The devil is not stupid, and he understands that the steel bevel is the main cause of ricochet. However, Lao Tzu did not have to deal with the infantry first, the tank was the biggest danger in front of him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Sixing picked up the whistle around his neck.