Chapter 104 The Battle of Shanghai (24)

"Boom, boom" Six mortars fired at the Huishan Wharf gate together. The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and the door did not move at all except for the surface of the splashed shrapnel smashed into pits. It was obvious that the inside had been reinforced, and it was probably blocked by sandbags.

The neon army at Huishan Wharf was obviously aiming to defend the situation, and even the reinforced concrete fortifications at the gate had been abandoned. They hid inside the Navy Club and Matsumoto Warehouse in the dock and opened fire outside.

Zhou Suping squatted at a turn at the corner of the street. Just as he was about to look at the situation, a bullet flew over and hit the wall with chirping sounds. The splashing bricks wiped a bloody mouth on Zhou Suping's face.

"Damn it, little Japanese is determined to be a turtle with a crunch." Zhou Suping wiped off the blood on his face with his hands, spat and cursed.

"Battery Commander, what should I do?" asked a company commander of the Second Battalion.

"What should I do? What can I do? I can only rush hard. Look at the height of the wall of the dock, which is the dead corner of their shooting. Just rush through two street intersections, rush under the wall, and turn in. Damn, the first and third battalions were both beautiful in the first and third battalions. Now it's time to see our second battalion. Which one of you should go first?" Zhou Suping used the submachine gun in his hand to press the steel helmet on his head, and asked as he looked at the three company commanders under him.

"I." "I." "I." "I." The three company commanders said in unison.

"Yes, they are not cowards. This is my Zhou Suping's soldier. The first company comes first, and I will let all the mortars and heavy machine guns of the third company of the machine gun to cover you."

Six sixty mortars, six M2 Browning heavy machine guns, together with the 82 mortars of the second battalion's machine gun platoon, and all the light and heavy machine guns of the entire battalion opened their mouths to the building. Countless bullets hit the exterior wall of the building, bursting out sparks. The smoke from the mortar shells exploded inside the wall temporarily blocked the sight of shooting inside and out.

"Run quickly." Zhou Suping gave the order and rushed towards the wall quickly.

But the smoke dissipated too quickly. Even if the light and heavy machine guns of the entire battalion fired at the building together, they could not suppress all the windows of the entire building. Moreover, each window was filled with Sabah tightly, with only a small shooting hole exposed. Type 92, the bullets of the crooked handle, including the 38 rifle, fell on the head of the uncovered company like raindrops, and instantly, twenty or thirty corpses of first company soldiers were lying down on the empty streets.

"Roar, hurry up. The slower the movement, the faster you die. If you don't want to die, you rush forward hard. When you reach the wall, the Japanese will not be able to hit it." The commander of the company stood on the street, shouting hard, soldiers looking for hidden people everywhere to rush up.

"Ding" the sound of a bullet hitting the steel helmet. The shouting company commander standing in the middle of the street suddenly freezes the movements, and then falls to the ground. The company commander widens his eyes, and a dark red liquid quickly spreads on his head.

The company commander was killed, and the soldiers of the first company hid in the corner of the street, curled up and did not dare to move.

"Fuck." Zhou Suping punched the wall with a punch. Among the three company commanders, he and the first company commander were not only fellow villagers, but also had a lot of talk. Unexpectedly, he just watched his friend be beaten to death by the Japanese.

Without caring about grief, Zhou Suping stood up suddenly and shouted loudly: "Er Lian follows me." After that, he rushed out in a dense rain of bullets.

"Machine gun, mortar cover." The second company commander shouted and led his company to follow Zhou Suping to the gate of the dock.

The bullets fell like raindrops, and people around him were constantly shot and fell down. The officers and soldiers of the Second Company followed Zhou Suping and rushed towards the gate, without any of them shrank. The soldiers of the First Company who were originally hiding in the corner saw the battalion commander rushing in front and ran out one by one to join the charge team.

Finally, Zhou Suping and a dozen officers and soldiers, including the second company commander, finally rushed to the Japanese shooting dead corner, under the corner of the wall beside the gate.

"Flip over, flip over." Zhou Suping shouted loudly without having time to take a breath. At the same time, he shouted to a soldier beside him: "Squat down." As he said that, he stepped on the soldier's shoulder and climbed up.

The second company commander had no time to stop him, kicked the squatted soldier over, and Zhou Suping also fell off the soldier's shoulder.

Before he could be angry and embarrassed, Zhou Suping got up and cursed. The second company commander had already stepped on the shoulder of another soldier and shouted: "I'll come first."

But the second company commander climbed up to the wall and as soon as he showed his head, he leaned down and fell down. A clear bullet hole in the steel helmet, and a large amount of dark red blood flowed out of the back of his head.

As soon as the war began, the two company commanders were killed. Zhou Suping suppressed his grief and shouted: "Brothers! Flip over! Beat him!"

As he said that, he stepped on the shoulder of a soldier and wanted to climb up again. At this time, a lieutenant who had just rushed through the street corner hugged him, "I'll do it! I'll come first, battalion commander!" The lieutenant pulled Zhou Suping behind him and climbed up by stepping on the shoulder of the soldier. More and more soldiers rushed to the corner and climbed up one after another.

"Dada" The Japanese machine gun's dense bullets hit the iron gate, making a jingle sound. Zhou Suping thought it was not good, so he pulled the lieutenant down. It was a pity that he pulled it fast, and a bullet flew over to the lieutenant's helmet.

"No! This is not possible! The Japanese have noticed this! There must be no less than a machine gun on it to block this!" As soon as Zhou Suping finished speaking, several soldiers who were turning over the door screamed almost at the same time and then fell down.

"Walk to both sides, walk to both sides. Spread apart, don't concentrate on this." Zhou Suping looked around and waved his hand and shouted loudly at the soldiers around him.

As he said that, he grabbed another soldier who was about to turn and leave, took off the helmet from his head, raised it with a gun, and slowly rose to the door. As soon as half of the helmet was exposed, a force came from his hand. The helmet fell down, picked it up and saw two holes on it.

Zhou Suping smiled with satisfaction, returned the helmet to the soldiers, and pointed at the other soldiers: "That's it, you guys do it like this! The others scattered on both sides, and the helmets here immediately turned over as soon as the sound of the helmets."

After saying that, he led thirty or forty soldiers and ran along the base of the wall to the left side of the gate. Sure enough, the soldiers on the spot took off their helmets and pointed them at the top of the wall with their guns, and they just heard dinging sounds, and they were hit and fell to the ground.

"Go up." Zhou Suping gave the order, dozens of soldiers climbed up on both sides. Zhou Suping also climbed up on the shoulders of a soldier. The Japanese on the opposite side soon discovered their actions, and bullets flew towards the wall, but more than a dozen officers and soldiers, including Zhou Suping, had already climbed over the wall.

Jumping into the wall, the Japanese machine gun followed, and six or seven soldiers were shot and fell to the ground. Zhou Suping and seven or eight other soldiers lay behind a pile of sandbags blocking the door. The machine gun bullets hit the sandbags with a "puff" sound.

At the same time, on another street, Dong Tie also led the 1st battalion of the Forty Regiment to rush towards the wall. However, after rushing several times in a row, nearly 100 soldiers were killed, but he still had no way to rush through the Japanese firepower network.

"Captain Li, can you fire at the fence and blow the wall up?" Dong Tie, anxiously pulled Li Weishan, who was commanding the firepower support, and said loudly.

"Battorney Dong, I am a mortar, not a war defense cannon, so I can't shoot flat." Li Weishan said helplessly. Seeing the continuous increase in casualties between the troops, Li Weishan was also heartbroken. In addition to the six m2s in the command company constantly suppressing the firepower of the building, six mortars kept covering and bombarding.

"Flat shot?" Yu Feng next to Li Weishan muttered twice, and suddenly had an idea and shouted loudly: "I have it." After that, he didn't have time to explain to Li Weishan, quickly removed the base of a cannon, and did not care about the very hot barrel, picked up the barrel, greeted the gunner and ammunition hand, and shouted loudly: "Heavy machine gun cover."

Li Weishan didn't know what Yu Feng wanted to do, but when he saw him rushing out, he quickly ordered heavy machine guns to cover it. The position of the machine gun company was six or seven hundred meters away from the wall. Yu Feng held the cannon barrel, took the gunner and ammunition hand and ran forward in the rain of bullets.

Fortunately, the Japanese firepower range was mainly concentrated in the distance of two hundred meters in front of the wall. With the cover of the m2 heavy machine gun, Yu Feng and the gunner, carrying a box of shells, approached about two hundred and fifty meters away from the wall, and found a dead corner of the Japanese shooting and hidden it.

"Captain, how do you do it?" The gunner and ammunition hand both had unconditional trust in Yu Feng.

Yu Feng sat on the ground with the cannon in his arms, his muzzle tilted slightly, and raised his head and said to the gunner, "Punch it hard when the cannonballs are fired later."

The gunner widened his eyes and said, "Captain, can you bear the recoil of the gun so strong?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you can do whatever I say." As he said that, Yu Feng looked at the high wall of the dock in the distance, silently calculated the angle, adjusted the angle of the cannon barrel in his arms, and raised his head and said to the gunner when the cannon body was about level, "Come on, do what I just said. The shells were stabbed in."

On the position of the machine cannon company, Li Weishan looked at Yu Feng's every move without turning around. When he saw Yu Feng sitting on the ground holding a nearly horizontal cannon barrel, he couldn't help but be surprised and said, "Yu Feng wants to shoot flat with a mortar. He is desperate. The recoil can shatter his heart."

The gunner hesitated to pick up the shell: "Can the gunner do this? This recoil is deadly."

"You just watched so many brothers die! Hurry up." Yu Feng shouted with his eyes wide open.

The gunner trembled and put the shells into the barrel, and looked at Yu Feng with a bitter face. Yu Feng took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and nodded hard at him. The gunner closed his eyes and stabbed the shells in.

With a "bang", the powerful recoil immediately made Yu Feng feel that his internal organs were about to break, and his hand holding the cannon tube was numb and almost lost consciousness.

The shells that were released hit directly on the top of the wall, only one gap was blown up.

"It's still a little too high." Yu Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and lowered the muzzle a little. He said, "Come again."

After adjusting the angle, the second shell directly exploded a large hole with a diameter of about one meter on the wall.

"Successful, gunner, we succeeded." The gunner immediately jumped up and shouted excitedly.

But when he and the ammunition hand looked back, they found that Yu Feng's face turned pale and the gun barrel had rolled aside.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?" The gunner quickly picked up Yu Feng and shouted.

The powerful recoil of the second shell made Yu Feng feel that his chest was about to explode, and his arms were bounced away as the shell was out of the borehole, drooping weakly. His throat became sweet and a mouthful of bright red blood rushed into his mouth. But when he saw a hole in the distant wall had exploded, a smile appeared on his pale face. Then his eyes turned black and he fainted.

"Successful." Li Weishan on the position also slapped the sandbag with a heavy palm. However, when he saw Yu Feng falling to the ground, he did not hesitate, and directly removed a cannon barrel and shouted loudly: "Everyone will learn from Yu Feng and get it for me." At the same time, he turned to Dong Tie with an excited face and said: "Bath Commander Dong wait for us to explode a gap, and you will rush."

"Dong, dun, dun" Six mortars opened fire at the wall at a distance of 250 meters at the same time. The huge recoil shocked the gunners holding the gun barrels so that they could overturn the enemy, and several of them fainted directly.

Six shells hit the wall and four holes burst out. Li Weishan forced himself to get up and hold the cannon barrel, preparing for the second round of artillery bombing.

Dong Tie snatched the cannon barrel from Li Weishan's hand and shouted loudly: "Let me do it." At the same time, he turned around and shouted loudly at the soldiers in his camp: "Brothers, the brothers of the machine cannon company have even paid their lives. We must take down Huishan Wharf and kill all the Japanese inside."

Three rounds of artillery bombardment finally broke out two gaps in the tall and thick wall.

Dong Tie, who was spitting blood, used all his strength to order the charge. All the soldiers of the battalion shouted and rushed towards the gap in the wall. Their eyes were red, not only were they infected by the desperate spirit of the artillery brothers, but they had already paid too much blood to attack the dock.

"Stand up the team! Kill the Chinese!" Major Tanaka, the commander of the Neon Marine Corps guarding Huishan Wharf, waved his command knife and ordered the forward team to attack that had been arranged.

The forward team is the magic weapon of the Neon Army to win every battle. All forward team members do not bring guns, with grenades on their chests, and rush forward with grenades in their hands. This is purely a competition of will, and whoever is timid will be finished. If the Chinese national team runs back, they will chase and throw the grenades to get a chance to survive, but if the Chinese national team continues to attack, they will die together.
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