Chapter 147 Three Hours (Part )

(I wrote this in a hurry, so there may be many typos and grammatical errors. Please point them out and I will correct them later.)

The crowd watching on the south bank of Suzhou River were very nervous when they heard the Japanese army's declaration that they would capture the Sihang Warehouse within three hours.

Hu Biao and the others didn't know, and even if they knew, they couldn't care less.

Because after the Japanese started their attack today, they immediately showed astonishing intensity, which was at least several times higher than yesterday.

And as the battle continued, it became more and more fierce.

Only a few simple thoughts remained in their heads: open fire, hold on, and drive the devils out of the warehouse...

At 7:58 in the morning, the four veterans, Hu Biao, Hei Xing, Huang A-di and Bo Shu, were leaning their backs against the wall for support and dozing off.

After seeing this scene, Chen Tang couldn't help but show an envious look.

I not only envy the other person for being able to sleep at such a time, but I also envy the good mentality of these old birds.

Because they were all so busy last night that they only slept for less than three hours, which was far from enough rest time.

Although Chen Tang understood that on the battlefield, especially in combat missions that required long-term persistence.

It is best to seize every opportunity to rest and sleep, and to maintain physical and mental strength.

But even though he knew it, he couldn't fall asleep at all when he thought about the fact that the Japanese attack would probably start soon and would be even more fierce.

Compared with the four old guys including Hu Biao, each one can sleep better than the other.

Chen Tang clearly realized one thing: the difference between himself and these old birds is not only in practical experience, but also in mentality, which is quite huge.

While he was sighing, he was surprised to see four people who were sleeping soundly just a second ago; they were even snoring softly.

The next second, Qiqi suddenly jumped up from the ground, holding his head with both hands and running forward.

As he ran, Hu Biao yelled at the top of his lungs, "Artillery fire! The Type 92 infantry gun is firing! Everyone, get off the wall and find cover."

When Hu Biao shouted at the top of his lungs, just as he started to yell "bombard", the shell had already hit the left wall of the warehouse, and a loud explosion was heard.

It meant that the Japanese attack had begun, and it started with fierce artillery bombardment.

It seemed as if they were going to use artillery fire to directly demolish the Sihang Warehouse.

To be more specific, the Japanese artillery took action early in the morning, dismantled four small Type 4 infantry guns, and transported them to several nearby high-rise buildings by manpower.

After being reassembled, they fired directly at the Sihang Warehouse from a high position, except for the other three walls near the Suzhou River.

Because the current location of the Type 92 infantry gun is far beyond the range of the light and heavy machine guns in the warehouse.

After the Japanese artillery bombardment began, Hu Biao and his men could only move away from the walls of the warehouse and squat under some obstacles to avoid being hurt by the bricks and debris flying in the explosion.

At the same time, I silently hope that everything will develop as recorded in historical materials.

In other words, the 30-centimeter-thick walls of the Sihang Warehouse were strong enough to withstand the direct fire of the Type 92 infantry gun, a 70mm caliber shell.

Facts have proved that the historical records were correct and no shoddy work was done when the warehouse was originally built.

Amidst the dense barrage of shells, the walls of the warehouse were blown with loud noises, but no big holes were blown out.

Most of the 92mm caliber shells of the Type 70 infantry gun only blasted holes of varying depths in the wall.

There is no way to blow it through directly. Even if it is successfully blown through, it will only create a hole the size of a bowl, which is equivalent to adding a shooting hole for the defenders in the warehouse.

As for the possibility that the Japanese artillery kept firing, hitting an area with a large number of shells at the same time; that quantitative change led to qualitative change, thus creating a big hole in the wall?
It is theoretically feasible, but in reality there is no room for operation.

Thanks to the Type 92 infantry gun, this thing has an extremely high rate of fire.

After the Japanese opened fire with four guns at the same time, they fired a total of thirty or forty shots in just a few minutes.

That's why a shell missed the target and just brushed past the building to the right of the warehouse and landed in the Suzhou River.

The river water exploded high in an instant, frightening the people who were lying on the river bank fence not far away and watching.

However, the unlucky guy who was more frightened by this accident was Major General Okawachi, the commander of the Japanese Navy's Magic City Special Marine Corps.

Because since last night, those Western devilish combined fleets entered the Huangpu River and put on a deterrent posture.

The Japanese high-ranking officials gave him a strict order overnight: in the battle of Sihang Warehouse, not a single shell must be allowed to fall into the opposite concession.

To prevent the Western devils from having a reason to interfere in this war and the empire's grand plan to conquer this land. If this plan were to go awry, the extremely serious consequences would not be something that a mere Kawauchi could handle.

After thinking about this, the Japanese soldier was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead.

After putting down the telescope, he took a deep breath and instructed the adjutant beside him: "Stop the shelling immediately. From now on, no one is allowed to fire at the Sihang Warehouse without my order.

Tell Major Hashimoto of the First Battalion that he only has three hours."

Okawachi's order was quickly passed on, and then the 500 or so Japanese soldiers from the first battalion, under the cover of light and heavy machine guns, began to slowly advance towards the warehouse.

Although according to intelligence, this group of Japanese soldiers did not have an advantage in terms of manpower, and were even smaller than the defenders.

However, Major Hashimoto, who led the attack, thought it was completely sufficient.

Because in the battles of the previous two months, the powerful imperial soldiers were able to take the initiative to attack and occupy the enemy's positions even if they had only half the number of the enemy.

"Three hours? General Okawachi is being too cautious. In an hour at most, the imperial flag will be flying on the roof."

Looking at the six-story warehouse building in front of him, Major Hashimoto thought...

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When the Japanese appeared in the ruins more than 200 meters away, the machine gun company commander Lei Xiong shouted, "Open fire! Brothers, hit them hard!"

Before the sound had died down, Black Star, who was on the second floor, pulled the trigger with his fingertip and fired three bullets.

With the unique accuracy of the Czech light machine gun, a Japanese sergeant who had just appeared was shot in the chest, causing him to fall with his head tilted back in the ruins.

At the same time, the defenders who had set up their weapons at the numerous windows of the warehouse, the firing holes blown out by artillery shells, and the rooftops all opened fire.

The dense firepower immediately slowed down the Japanese advance.

There was no other way! Under this massive attack from the Japanese, it was no longer possible to use the tactic of letting the Japanese in and then sneaking in like yesterday.

Because there are too many of them, if we still use yesterday's tactics.

It would be like putting a fish that is too big into a fishing net. Not only would you not be able to catch the fish, but there is also the risk of the fish breaking the net.

So we could only engage in positional warfare like this, firing at full force to prevent the Japanese from advancing.

Fortunately, even so, they took advantage of the opportunity after the Japanese were defeated in the night attack last night and secretly made some arrangements outside the warehouse, which allowed them to gain some advantages.

Look! A Japanese soldier took cover in the ruins and suddenly rushed out.

He planned to rush over a distance of more than ten meters and reach another piece of ruins, then continue to approach the warehouse by moving through multiple ruins.

But just after he took two steps forward, a ball of fire exploded under his feet.

He stepped on a bullet mine that had been planted last night. The triggered bullet pierced his left foot directly, causing the Japanese soldier to kneel on the ground in pain.

It should be noted that the arrangement of bullet mines last night was not proposed by Hu Biao and others.

But before they were about to speak out this simple tactic, the brothers of the 524th Regiment spontaneously and even skillfully began to prepare and arrange it.

Because Hu Biao and his men had used this simple yet effective tactic on the battlefield of Dunwu Temple.

In a short time, it had spread among the national army in the Battle of Shanghai.

I think that in the future, such a simple tactic will spread throughout the entire Chinese land; it will create tens of thousands or even more cripples for the Japanese devils.

After seeing this situation, Hu Biao and his men were even happier than if they had just won a battle.

Because this proves that their journey through time has finally made some contributions and changes to this world and to their fellow compatriots who have suffered so much.

The unfortunate Japanese soldier who was hit by the bullet and fell to his knees on the spot did not have time to do anything with an expression of pain and fear on his face.

Huang Yizi, who was on the first floor, opened fire. He seized this good opportunity and pulled the trigger. The bullet blew his left cheek apart.

This is also the first victory of this 222-pound fat man after traveling through time.

After watching the Japanese soldier being shot and falling to the ground with no other movement, Huang Yizi, who had finally opened his business, was so happy that he almost cheered.

But when he saw something farther away from the corner of his eye, he screamed in fear:

"Old Hu, the Japanese tanks and armored vehicles are coming..."

(End of this chapter)

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