However, no matter how excited the people on the shore were or how they surprised the Westerners, the defenders in the warehouse were still helpless in the face of the Japanese aggressive offensive.

Apart from still fifteen outings of not many bullets from the shooting holes of the wall, they did not make any other decent counterattacks.

Not only did the machine guns and mortars that had previously beaten the Japanese army disappeared, but their momentum of killing the enemy at all costs seemed to have disappeared.

They chose to hide behind the thick walls and survived, turning a blind eye to the Japanese infantry carrying explosive bags and leaping forward with the help of the terrain.

"General, do we have to restrain those emotionally unstable refugees? If the Chinese fortress is lost in the morning, I am afraid they will lose control of their emotions." Colonel James on the roof of the distant building frowned fiercely.

"NO! Although such a Chinese may be very troublesome, I like it very much!" said meaningfully, "A brigade general who was still stubbornly biting his ivory pipe, squinting his eyes and looking at the distance.

"This ancient oriental nation may be different from what you and I imagined, even if they really can't do it now."

After saying that, he looked away again, and was quite excited, "Let's go! The battle is over."

The next moment, the Brigadier General's body, which had just been about to twist, suddenly stiffened slightly. If he had not been single for fifty years, his hand speed would have almost said goodbye to him.

The battle situation 200 meters away suddenly changed.

The counterattack of the Chinese defenders suddenly arrived after the Japanese infantry entered a 50-meter range.

A dozen large holes suddenly appeared on the wide and solid walls, and more than a dozen fire points composed of light machine guns and submachine guns made sparks. From a distance, they looked like azaleas that suddenly bloomed on cliffs.

However, both the brigadier general and the colonel who raised their telescopes again and were familiar with the war knew that the flowers looked gorgeous on the outside, but the truth was cruel. The surging and bullet-making "flowers" were comparable to the sickle waving by the god of death. Every time they bloomed, they had to be sacrificed with blood.

Of course, it can only be the blood of the Japanese who are their opponents.

If the continuous and crisp cheers of the Czech light machine gun with a firing rate of 200 rounds per minute have made the Japanese infantry feel their scalp numb, then the heart-wrenching roar of the MP28 submachine gun with a firing rate of 400 rounds per minute has made them feel cold.

That almost means that every second, hundreds of bullets are flying in the air, scratching and dying.

The metal torrent began to spew wildly from the thick wall for only a few seconds, and four or five Japanese soldiers fell into the dust.

The Chinese people on the shore were cheering and the Japanese captain's face turned ashen.

It turns out that the Chinese are not trying to get into trouble, but are waiting for the best time to put their opponents closer to the best range of the submachine gun.

Within a range of 100 meters, the rifle is just a scumbag compared to the submachine gun.

However, the reason why the brigadier general of the Sun-Don't Set Empire stopped and observed the battlefield again was not because China's bold counterattack. Although there were more than ten submachine guns, it was undoubtedly a dream to defend the fortress with light weapons alone. Moreover, the crazy firepower output requires strong logistics. What should the defenders who are trapped in a corner without supplies to support the continuous firepower intensity?

What he cares about is the tactics of the Chinese commander.

Hiding firepower and setting traps is a very good tactic, but how big is his trap? Just to get dozens of Japanese infantry that have reached the best range of the submachine gun?

If it is just like this, the ending cannot be changed.

The Japanese army's troops have reached one and a half brigades.

Moreover, the Japanese infantry are not cowards. Although the opponent's firepower suddenly becomes strong, they are also shooting in the ruins bunker.

The distance of fifty meters can better exert the firepower of the submachine gun for Chinese soldiers, but not all of them are disadvantages for Japanese infantry. They are already more effective in shooting accurately, and they can even accurately send bullets into not-so-large shooting holes.

The soldiers of the Second Company who were shooting with submachine guns behind the wall were really not as relaxed as the people on the river bank imagined. Many of them were sweating on their foreheads and sweating coldly!

If Tang Dao hadn't reminded them that each shooting hole would have blocked a steel plate, they would have caused considerable casualties with fortifications. The Japanese army was so fierce that they could maintain such a terrible accuracy when they were hit hard.

Even so, two soldiers were still injured by the baffle blocking and still running around. One was hit by the arm and the other was shot in the abdomen.

However, the fierce power of the Japanese infantry can almost end here.

The second company commander Captain Deng Ying waved his hand coldly. When the communications soldier standing at the entrance of the building in the distance saw it, he tried his best to shake the red flag in his hand.

Lei Xiong, who received the signal, grinned, "Brothers, it's time for us to work!"

"Swish!" The special whistle of the mortar sounded continuously.

"Damn..." Kitakura Mandu's face suddenly changed, and he had not finished speaking.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A continuous explosion sounded from afar.

The mortar on the roof of Sihang Warehouse did not attack the infantry at close range, but directly placed the target on the Japanese infantry artillery position located 700 meters away.

The cannon company that had been silent for a long time finally revealed their fangs.

"A very wonderful tactical design!" The brigade general's eyes flashed.

"It seems that you and I have underestimated the Chinese commander. It turns out that his target has always been the artillery that poses the greatest threat to him."

"But the Japanese artillery will also fight back. General, look, the smoke rising from the mortar is too obvious." The colonel obviously disagreed with his boss's statement and was very direct and opposed it.

"The Japanese artillery is obviously dominant, and there may be more artillery waiting for them to appear. In the Chinese's own words: Don't steal chickens and lose rice!"

"If it were any other battlefield, what James said would be a reality, but here alone, it's not." Commodore Smarette's mouth showed a mysterious smile.

"It can only be said that the Chinese commanders really applied what their ancestors said: the right place, the right people and the best."

The colonel was slightly stunned and instantly realized what he had ignored, and his face couldn't help but feel a little warm.

If the Japanese army could mobilize artillery to bombard the building, it would have to work so hard to send infantry soldiers with explosives on their backs, and directly use planes and large-caliber naval guns that stayed on the Huangpu River to smash the building.

Sihang Warehouse is too close to the concession.

The Chinese defenders were precisely because of the Japanese concerns that they designed such tactics.

"However, the Japanese 92 infantry cannons also have a curved fire function after raising the elevation angle. They can also threaten the rooftops, and that ballistic will not fly to our concession." The colonel insisted on maintaining the pride of the nobles of the Empire of the Sun.

"No, they won't do that." The Brigadier General sighed slightly. "When a Japanese infantry squad was put into 50 meters by the Chinese, their infantry cannons were destined to be unable to fire easily."

"They actually regarded this part of the Japanese army as shields?" The colonel finally figured out the key after a reminder from his boss. The expression on his face was really complicated at that moment.

In this era, no artillery could accurately control the blasting point within 80 meters, and even the most stringent Germans could not reduce the infrastor artillery collaboratively to within 100 meters.

That means that the Japanese army's 92 infantry cannons can of course fire counterattack, but the shells also have a certain chance of falling on their own soldiers.

The artillery group bombs friendly forces, and even if it is accidentally bombed, their commanders will be sent to military court.
Chapter completed!