"The Japanese soldiers are coming!"

"Brothers, be careful of that!"

"Dynamite bags, the Japanese all carry explosive bags!"

People who had been silent on the other side for a long time walked out of the building and gathered on the shore to shout loudly.

For fear that the officers and soldiers in the building would not hear it, some brought gongs and drums and beat them loudly. The students continued to take the white cloth given by the merchants for free, silently counting the distance the Japanese army advanced, and wrote the number of meters on the white cloth for accurate prompts.

The commander on the left and right wings of the Japanese army was so angry that his eyes were full of fire, and he wanted to let the heavy machine guns shoot at the Chinese people who could see clearly even their faces dozens of meters away.

However, all Chinese people are in the concession. Unless he has the courage to send himself and his superiors to a military court for a walk, he can only stare at him.

This may also be the most helpless time when the Japanese army has faced Chinese civilians since entering China, no doubt about it.

"Haga! Sooner or later, I will let those Chinese and Westerners who can only shout in vain kneel in front of me!" The anger that had finally calmed down, which was once again ignited by the Chinese people who were enthusiastic in helping each other, and by the way, the real Westerners were blamed for the melon-eating audience.

Blame me! The blondes and blue-eyed ones said they were helpless.

"Tell Toyota Hiroshi to let his 1st Infantry Battalion attack!"

Yes, the Japanese army's two-wing attack was actually just a fake shot. The 1st Infantry Brigade deployed on the front was the main force of this attack.

However, the attack on both wings is said to be a guise, but in fact, when it is true, it is also true.

Yin Teng-Nakaji, the captain of the 3rd Infantry Brigade who was responsible for attacking the two wings of the Sihang Warehouse, was holding the idea that he could succeed in one battle without Toyota Xiu.

The Grand Priest who doesn't want to be a general is not a good Grand Priest, Yoon Teng Nakaji doesn't want his son to be called a fisherman in Hokkaido.

But obviously, Yoon Teng-jung-ji was thinking too much.

In the thick smoke, more than a dozen blasting teams of the Japanese army on both wings were not attacked in the first 300 meters. But when they rushed to the area of ​​100 to 80 meters, two rows of shooting holes suddenly appeared under the original twenty shooting holes on the walls on both sides of the Sihang Warehouse.

Although the second and third companies responsible for the two wings of the defensive warehouse are not equipped with additional submachine guns, they have 9 light machine guns and twelve wrench guns.

Then there are more than twenty shooting holes above which are precisely fired rifles.

This level of firepower may not pose much threat to two or three hundred meters away, but within a range of 100 meters, precise aiming rifles, machine guns that mainly use short-point shooting, and muzzle guns with strong bounces, which lead to a wide bounce, form a death firepower network that is enough to prevent anyone from hiding.

Every second, hundreds of bullets were thrown into the battlefield.

Under this level of firepower, there is not enough armor cover, and it depends on gunpowder and tactical evasion or luck alone. Not to mention a dozen blasting teams, even dozens of them, I guess I can't get any balls.

But strangely, the Japanese army has not used armored vehicles or tanks that can withstand bullets on both wings. The eyes of several lookout whistles located on the flanks are red with smoke from gunpowders and dare not relax and observe a little, but they still do not see the shadow of the Japanese tanks.

If you don't come, you won't come. You have to fight the battle anyway. The two infantry company commanders are veterans who have experienced two months of bloody battles. The firepower points that should be retained are still retained. The five submachine guns supported by the battalion headquarters were pressed tightly by them and they were not taken out.

That's it, the battle situation between the two wings is not very suspense. Nearly 60 Japanese blasters within a distance of nearly 100 meters will be difficult to move forward no matter how they avoid it. They are either swept down by flying bullets or are suppressed tightly in the ruins and are difficult to move.

The thick smoke caused great trouble to the defenders in the warehouse. The firepower point on the roof was completely shut down, but the Chinese defenders who suddenly took out a large wave of continuous shooting weapons did not use any precise shooting. The three rows of shooting holes on the upper and lower sides were almost three-dimensional strafing shots.

What's more, the Chinese defenders inside the building have been blocked, but it does not mean that they have no vision outside.

On the bank of the river outside the building, a group of Chinese people led by middle-aged men in robes obviously went through discussion and was no longer a straitor-driving model.

In order not to stimulate the Japanese army, they did not yell loudly.

Some people are responsible for observing the position of the Japanese army in the smoke, some are responsible for spreading messages, some are responsible for writing with white cloth, and some are responsible for running on the shore with white cloth high...

The whole one-stop reminder service.

"Eighty steps, under the short wall, three Japanese devils!"

"Sixty steps, in the cannonball crater, there is only one Japanese man!"

"Seventy steps, the three Japanese were crawling forward!"

......

There were as many as ten correspondents standing by the window. When they saw the direction provided by the people, they ran quickly to the left and right wings to report to the two company commanders. The two company commanders then arranged corresponding firepower according to the Japanese's direction.

It's like a shooting game with multiple perspectives, the officers and soldiers in the warehouse are much easier than they thought.

For the Japanese army, it was a disaster. The dead corner they were looking for was the dead corner of the warehouse shooting hole, but for the Chinese people who were almost parallel to them, there was no secret.

After several rounds of bullet rains in the Chinese defenders with the perspective of "God", the blasting hands carefully selected by the Japanese troops on both wings were either swept down or hid behind the ruins and did not dare to move.

Yin Tengzhongji's mouth was almost broken with big yellow teeth, but he was helpless.

"The Chinese people did not cheer deafeningly this time, but were more of looking at each other and smiling and waiting quietly.

Waiting for the start of the next round of battle.

I don’t know when they have already understood that this is not just a battle between the Chinese soldiers and the Japanese army in the Sihang Warehouse.

Instead, the battle between the Chinese and the Japanese.

They are not just the audience, not just cheering and crying, they can do something for this battle.

With those dark blue, even the cruel Japanese would point their guns at themselves.

The middle-aged man with a somewhat down-and-out face might have thought so, so he entrusted his son and wife to the teahouse owner, and walked onto the street himself.

Perhaps, many Chinese people think so, they put their parents, wives and children behind them, and they come to the edge of the battlefield.

They are the pillars of the family and need to protect their parents, wives and children, but they are also part of the Chinese nation, just like those dark blues who are fighting to the death.

From then on, inside and outside the Sihang Warehouse, the military and civilians are united, and the military and civilians are united! Long live the Chinese nation!”

The above text comes from the battlefield diary of the report reporter Dan Tai Mingyue at noon on October 27.

It was also after this passage was seen in major Chinese newspapers in the afternoon that Dan Tai Mingyue became the most famous war correspondent in China. I don’t know how many people looked forward to the battlefield news she sent back from the front line.

The female reporter wearing a navy blue cotton robe was holding a camera, standing on the roof of a building that was very close to the battlefield, photographing the battlefield on the front of the Sihang Warehouse, which made her tremble all over.
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