The flames burst out from the muzzle of a submachine gun, a mausoleum gun, a rifle, etc. led by a Maxim heavy machine gun, just like a monster suddenly spreading its lush white teeth in its huge black mouth.

At that moment, Yao drew the eyes of the Japanese Grandmaster after the telescope.

He blinked in disbelief and then blinked.

It was not until he saw his agile leaping over the trenches that the Japanese Grandmaster finally believed that the cannon fodder he had appointed had really become cannon fodder, and he had never held on for more than a minute.

Otherwise, how could the Chinese mobilize their troops to concentrate on the first floor in such a short time and shoot such a terrible rain of bullets?

Judging from the result of falling more than dozens of people in an instant, the Chinese must have used the MP series of submachine guns developed by the damn Germans, which was the most powerless terrifying weapon that the Imperial Army had in close combat.

The Japanese Grandmaster guessed the truth 70% correctly, and the mistake 30% wrong, but because he overestimated his cannon fodders.

If it weren't for the Japanese army to attack resolutely, a group of cannon fodder led by the shirtless Japanese lieutenant could not last for thirty seconds. In fact, it was not more than a minute until the last Japanese army died.

However, the Japanese army was brave. After suffering such a head-on attack from such a pouring rain of bullets, some of them immediately turned over and lay down to shoot. Some took off their hands and pulled the fuse and knocked them hard on their helmets and threw them firmly into the gaps in the building. Most of them held rifles and pulled the trigger to make the bullets empty. They shouted slogans and continued to run forward at high speed.

More than twenty grenades blew the front of the warehouse into a sea of ​​fire, and the bullets that hit back also made the Chinese soldiers subconsciously hide from the baton after the incident.

The instinct of living things is to seek profit and avoid harm. If you are not desperate, not everyone has the courage to shoot with guns face to face.

At least at this moment, the Japanese army, which had the advantage of military strength, was at a disadvantage in both firepower and environment.

This scene made the people who were planning to cheer and cheer involuntarily lower their voices, with only the sound of war drums constantly.

The drum beater had changed to the man in black robe who had come over at some time. The middle-aged man in long robe who had obviously lost his strength with his arms. He was supported by a bodyguard of the man in black robe and stood stubbornly beside the drum where the blood mist had dissipated a lot.

The young men who were originally standing in front of the drum were chased to the back row by a group of green-skinned men wearing open cloth shoes and bloomers. Although some people were angry, they were blocked by a light words from a man in black robe.

"This national crisis is not just a national crisis for you scholars."

At this point, the green-skinned gangsters who once made ordinary people fear it as if they were at the forefront of the people.

Although the Japanese army's offensive was like a tide at this moment, and their fearlessness of death made people look disgusted, the sound of drums was still like thunder.

The dark blues, who once brought them hope again and again on this day, did not disappoint them again.

The dense gunfire sounded again, and a lump of it fell from the second, third and fourth floors...

No, it should be said to be one by one, one by one.

That's a grenade!

Most of the Japanese infantry were close to the building and twenty meters, and they almost didn't have to use any force, so they threw it over.

The Japanese army's souls are experiencing great popularity.

Whether they resisted or were cowardly hiding into the trenches, they all rolled desperately in an attempt to avoid the dark-looking things that fell from the air.

No matter how dense the bullets are, there is still room for them. At least most people are still proof of this.

But the grenade...

And it's a rain of grenades.

That would be a life-threatening one.

The Japanese army, which was a little closer to the trench, jumped into the trench without hesitation. The Japanese army, which was far away, had no second choice, so they could only bite their back teeth and continue rushing forward.

As for the one located between the two, we could naturally watch the falling grenade rolling on the ground in great despair, and blue smoke was emitting.

Then, "Boom!" exploded.

Shields fly across the board.

In the first wave, more than 40 grenades were thrown down, and then there was a second and third wave...

This is almost equivalent to dozens of small mortar shells falling on this battlefield that will definitely not exceed 1,000 square meters.

The loud noise, fire, gunpowder, and the residual limbs of the human body were the main themes on the battlefield at that moment.

No one could see clearly what the battlefield was covered by gunpowder and fire. Not to mention the Toyota Hide, who was already dull hundreds of meters away, even the closest Koizumi Reimaki could only curl up in the trench helplessly and try to reduce the area of ​​bullets in his body. He did not even look at the difficulties encountered by his soldiers outside the trench.

In fact, without looking closely, the Japanese captain also knew that the soldiers who rushed into the front fifteen meters of the building were basically finished.

No one can survive such a terrible grenade-covered attack.

I just don’t know if anyone can rush into the building. If that happens, maybe there is still a chance to reverse this battle.

However, the fire-catching gunshots that were so fierce that they could even penetrate the huge explosions made the last trace of luck of the Japanese captain disappear.

The constant screams proved that no one of them could rush through the barrage of the Chinese terrifying submachine guns and bullets.

Close his eyes in pain, and the Japanese captain knew that whether he wanted to admit it or not, the attack had completely failed.

A total failure!

A big defeat!

Failure actually made the Japanese captain's mind clear.

The 100 strikers led by Kurokawa Omoto rushed into the building so smoothly was just an illusion created by the Chinese. Their purpose was to lure their main force to come and then use continuous firearms to kill a large amount of fire.

Many soldiers avoided grenade-covered explosions because they hid in the trenches, but this place is definitely not a good place.

He raised his head and looked at the black shooting holes in the building close to him, and the Japanese captain felt even more palpitations.

When the smoke from the grenades cleared, he believed that the muzzles would be aimed at the trench that seemed to be a shelter.

He even had reason to believe that the Chinese attacked with grenades not only to kill the Imperial Warriors on the surface, but to drive them into the trench.

Then, let this place be their hunting ground.

The Chinese are really too sinister.

At that moment, the Japanese captain was sweating profusely.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat to the left and right wings!" The moment the Japanese captain figured out, he screamed desperately while ordering the communications soldiers following him to squirm the alarm to issue a retreat order that could be heard on the entire battlefield.

After hearing the order to retreat, the Japanese infantry, who had been furious with submachine guns and grenades, naturally lost all their fighting spirit and ran wildly along the trench towards both wings.

Because only in this way can we avoid the frontal rain of bullets to the greatest extent.

"Dog Japanese are going to run!" In the warehouse, a soldier raised his body slightly in anger.

Before the trigger was pulled, a bullet hit the helmet.

The warhead hit the arc angle of the steel helmet, and it was bounced away without penetration, but the soldier fell back without saying a word.

"Tiedan!" Lao Hei exclaimed and hurriedly helped him.

"Bastard, the battle is not over yet, I'll just slouch down and fight!" Tang Dao turned his head and looked at the rare roar.

The Japanese infantry in the trenches were retreating, but they were not fleeing in a defeat. Many remaining Japanese troops were still firing here tenaciously, especially when the Japanese army sounded the retreat alarm, more than ten heavy machine guns in the fortifications across the opposite side roared desperately, and the entire front of the building was baptized by bullets. It did not mean that the Japanese army was already a dish in the bowl.
Chapter completed!