"Order, the No. 1 machine gun was moved to the left wing of the building and suppressed the Japanese light and heavy machine guns and grenade launchers; order, the infantry squad on the roof dropped bombs on me, each with 20 grenades. If they could not be dropped, they would be replaced and left the Japanese infantry vanguard on the battlefield." The Army Lieutenant Colonel made a quick decision.

So, the Japanese infantrymen who were still lying in the ruins and shooting at the defenders and secretly complaining about their stupid squadron leader were in trouble.

First, the No. 1 machine gun controlled by Lei Xiong himself moved to the edge of the building ten meters, and rushed to the Japanese heavy machine gun position 500 meters away through the already opened gap of the wall that was 2 meters wide.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!" A terrible muffled sound was heard. The walls of Songhu's brick and wood mixed houses were like paper under the ravage of 20mm caliber shells, and large holes visible to the naked eye appeared on the walls of the area where the Japanese heavy machine guns were located.

Even hiding behind the walls was unsafe. Almost no Japanese army dared to risk the raging of machine guns and fire at them, and fled around with machine guns, like a group of pitiful and helpless deer.

Although the grenade launcher was still tenacious, he relied on his small target for two people, and after transferring the position, he bit his back teeth and stroked his hands hard, but his hand speed was not the same as before.

Kitakura Mandu finally knew why both infantry squadrons had been beaten by the Chinese before. If the 20mm machine gun that can be used for air defense and flat fire is not suppressed enough artillery fire, it will be a sickle wielding by the god of death and has no resistance to the infantry.

The Japanese captain felt regret for the first time, thinking about whether to withdraw an infantry squad in front of him, waiting for his artillery troops to adjust the firing angle to destroy the heavy firepower on the roof of the Chinese tower before attacking.

But the Chinese defenders have already made a decision for him.

A dozen black dots suddenly flew out from the roof of the warehouse, and from the angle of Mandu of Kitakura, it looked like more than a dozen stones.

However, it was a smoke-prone stone, but only the closest Japanese infantry could see it.

"Baga! Order the 1st team to retreat!" Looking at a big face of Mandu, who was hundreds of meters away, suddenly pale as white as paper.

At that moment, he finally knew why the Chinese had to wait until his forward arrived in the fifty-meter area before he began to fight back fiercely.

Because only then can they beat their opponents.

In their way.

Even if he didn't see Qingyan, the Japanese captain would never think that the Chinese would play the trick of throwing stones.

However, this decision was obviously a bit too late.

The smoke-burning "stone" flew over forty or fifty meters in an untidy queue and began to vent his joy of leaping through the sky in his own way. Some bursts of black smoke burst out in the air, and some hit the ground hard on the ground...

No matter where they are, the "Stones" use the ending that makes them crushed to pieces to celebrate their exciting trip.

That is, the mentality of the audience watching the "Stone" carnival was a bit broken, especially for those close-range audiences.

On the battlefield, without trenches, crawling on the ground and wishing to pierce your head into the soil is naturally the best tactic to avoid bullets.

However, there are not just bullets on the battlefield.

If you are bombarded, all the tactics are false. The only thing you can do is pray, pray that you are not so unlucky.

Fortunately, the Chinese did not have enough artillery, and mortars were the most gratifying thing for the Japanese infantry to compete with the infantry.

But unexpectedly, the Chinese began to throw grenades. The distance of fifty meters was enough to ensure that not everyone could throw so far, but they were on the roof, and their stupid squadron leader didn't seem to notice this...

The grenade, the amount of medicine is only 100 grams, and its power is naturally not comparable to the shells that can destroy creatures in a radius of dozens of meters. However, if you are brought up at close range, you will definitely not be able to cry.

Especially the Chinese grenades are not standard. They are thrown out in the same posture. Some explode in the air more than ten meters, some are one or two meters away from the ground, and some are even more excessive. They break into two and do not explode, relying on scary people...

But no Japanese infantry had the intention to mock the Chinese imitation of German long wooden grenades, because the shrapnel splashed in all directions in the air were rushing towards their targets with grim smiles.

The Japanese infantry, who couldn't shrink their butts, might be able to avoid the terrible bullet flow of machine guns and submachine guns, but they were really powerless in the face of the impact of the shrapnel master who swooped down from the sky.

And this is just the first wave.

Lao Hei, who was seconded to the Second Company, stood behind a thick wall of 1.5 meters high, and took the grenade with the uncovered cover from the bullet supplyer, pulled the rope, maintained his lunge, twisted his waist, turned around and exerted force, and threw the grenade into the altitude.

Don’t look at the target or the effect, and don’t worry about the bullet that is soaring from the top of your head, just throw it!

It was like more than a dozen mortars, and every second, more than a dozen grenades exploded on the Japanese vanguard's positions in various ways.

The smoke rising up really shines the eyes of all kinds of "melon-eating" audiences.

So that's OK!

The Army Lieutenant Colonel stipulated that more than a dozen bomb droppers behind the high wall on the roof should drop 20 grenades each, which means that the Japanese vanguard is currently located at a battlefield with a width of only 80 meters and a depth of more than 20 meters to withstand critical strikes of no less than 300 grenades.

Without the protection of trenches, it would be a terrible experience for soldiers exposed to the ground.

The Japanese hand-cranked sirens had already sounded shrill after the first wave of grenades exploded, but that did not mean that the boss could retreat as soon as he said he could. There were dozens of eyes in the dozens of shooting holes staring at them fiercely.

Of course, it is not the look of eyes, but the deadly steel bursts may erupt at any time.

On the battlefield, leaving your back to your opponent is no easier than the rain of grenades that keep falling from the sky.

The only ten light and heavy machine guns that could provide fire protection were also intermittent under the rage of an opponent's machine gun hidden in their shooting world that could not be reached. Kitakura Mandu's forehead was sweating heavily.

He saw with his own eyes that an imperial soldier jumped up in panic because a grenade fell beside him. He was about to hide in another bunker. Before he could leave a distance of one meter, another grenade exploded in the sky seven or eight meters away from him.

It was visible to the naked eye that several blood lines splashed out from the soldier's body, and the flying shrapnel directly turned him into a sieve.

However, he should not be too painful, because the inferior time-delay grenade that fell on the ground also exploded, and the shock wave pushed the soldier's body three or four meters away. When it fell, it disappeared without even the instinct of life.

Such examples appear more and more as the grenade rain continues to fall.
Chapter completed!