Chapter 175 Breaking the Queen
1:01:37, in the Sihang Warehouse.

"Shit! Even if I had the simplest little machine tool, I could modify this thing. It wouldn't be that difficult to change it to a side magazine feed, or a big plate chicken-style feed."

While holding a Type 99 light machine gun with an extremely poorly designed single-barrel magazine, he was struggling to load rows of magazines into it.

Mo Shuiyan, the newbie who just came here this time, was complaining madly.

The Japanese soldiers outside the warehouse were very smart. When the continuous sounds came from the garbage bridge, they realized that the defenders in the warehouse were about to retreat.

The devils of the Ninth Division originally had this idea in mind:
They launched an attack immediately after daybreak, and captured the Sihang Warehouse with overwhelming force, using the heads of Captain Xie and others to slap the faces of the navy's idiots.

At this moment, they naturally would not allow the defenders in the warehouse to escape like this.

A huge crowd of four or five hundred people rushed towards the Sihang Warehouse at the first moment; farther away, there were sounds of even greater numbers of Japanese soldiers rushing towards them.

There were also some engine sounds and the light of headlights from a car or armored vehicle coming from afar.

Without any hesitation, the six-man team in the warehouse opened fire.

It should be noted that the weapons currently used by the six-man rearguard group are all light and heavy machine guns; mainly for the purpose of rapid evacuation, these bulky weapons had to be left behind by Hu Biao and his men.

This made the firepower of the six-man group at the rear suddenly much more intense.

However, the newcomer Mo Shuiyan was assigned a Type 99 light machine gun.

Facing the Japanese soldiers who were rushing up like a tide, he used up the thirty bullets he had loaded in advance in just ten seconds, and successfully knocked down at least five or six Japanese soldiers.

The subsequent filling took two or three times as long.

During this period of time, the Japanese had already rushed to a distance of 250 to 260 meters outside the warehouse.

There were so many devils that it seemed as if everything in front of him was illuminated by the moonlight. The reflections from their sharp bayonets brought Mo Shuiyan incredible pressure.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that even if he died in battle, he would not be able to buy enough time for Hu Biao and the others.

In such a state of mind, Mo Shuiyan complained about everything crazily. The most critical point was that the Sihang Warehouse did not have any processing machinery, which left him no room to display his skills.

After finally loading the bullets, Mo Shuiyan started a new round of crazy shooting.

In the blink of an eye, four or five of the Japanese soldiers in front were knocked down. Seeing this, the other Japanese soldiers instinctively slowed down their pace.

Unfortunately, this kind of fire suppression only lasted for eleven or twelve seconds, and the bullets of the Type 99 light machine gun were used up again.

Almost as soon as the muzzle flames stopped, the devils charged again.

At this rate, Mo Shuiyan was afraid that he would only need to reload one or two more bullets before these devils could completely rush into the warehouse.

In a hurry, Mo Shuiyan looked back at the back door of the warehouse and found that there were still many seriously injured people lying on stretchers there, waiting for others to carry them over.

God knows how long it will take for all these seriously injured soldiers to cross the bridge.

"You idiot, Old Cucumber, One-Ear, why don't you hurry up." After shouting, Mo Shuiyan lay behind the sandbag and continued to reload, with bullets whizzing all over his head.

The Japs weren't just charging in all at once. Some veterans who stopped firing from time to time posed a huge threat to them...

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When a tearing pain came from his chest and his face twisted, Dead Fish knew he had been shot.

But he didn't even have the time to look down at the wound. He continued to pull the trigger frantically at the Japanese who had rushed to a position of 130 or 140 meters.

Huang Yizi, who was acting as the deputy shooter, couldn't help but turn his head to look at the dead fish's groan.

I saw a large area of ​​blood spreading rapidly on the dead fish's chest.

He wanted to say something, but then he shut his mouth tightly, ready to fight back.

The weapon in Dead Fish's hand was no longer the Czech light machine gun that Mo Shuiyan had repaired, but a Type 92 13mm heavy machine gun captured from the Japanese. This was also the strongest and most critical firepower point among the six people who were currently covering the warehouse.

The 13.2mm caliber bullets were incredibly powerful. After they were fired at the Japanese soldiers, no matter where they hit, they were all blown up on the spot.

Because of the dense charging formation of the Japanese, it was common for a bullet to blow up a Japanese soldier in front and then knock down another one behind him.

After the Japanese rushed to this position, they were suppressed for a short time. It can be said that the firepower point formed by Siyu and Huang Yizi played a crucial role.

No matter how fiercely the Japanese rushed, they were all blown up on the spot.

However, the powerful performance of this firepower point also attracted the attention of the Japanese; many veterans opened fire in this direction, and it was natural that Dead Fish was shot.

Soon, a thirty-round magazine was empty.

Dead Fish instinctively wanted to raise his hand and cooperate with Huang Yizi. The two of them removed the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one.

But when I raised my hand, I found that I didn't even have the strength to do so.

A wave of immense fatigue hit the PLA veteran, causing him to fall onto the heavy machine gun and quickly enter a dying state.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: What a pity. He was thinking about traveling through time a few more times to see if he could go to northwest Shanxi to meet his grandfather and several cousins ​​at home, and join our party in fighting the Japanese.

At 1:03:02, Dead Fish died in battle and had no chance to evacuate to the pit.

Huang Yizhi, standing by, didn't hesitate at all. After changing the magazine, he kicked the dead fish's body away and fired the heavy machine gun again...

The death of Dead Fish caused the most powerful firepower point to be temporarily extinguished.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Japanese rushed forward for a long distance.

Even though Black Star set up a Type 96 light machine gun and opened fire at the fastest speed, the Japanese still managed to get within fifty or sixty meters of the warehouse.

Throwing away the light machine gun in his hand that had just emptied its magazine, Black Star reached out for the twelve wooden-handled grenades with their caps removed that were lined up beside him.

After pulling the fuse, he swung his arm and threw the grenade with all his strength.

Perhaps due to the injuries on his legs, the grenade was not thrown as far as usual this time, only about fifty meters away, but this was completely enough.

The grenade exploded as it landed, instantly knocking down five Japanese soldiers who were charging in a dense crowd.

Black Star didn't even glance at this victory.

Because at the moment he threw the grenade, his right hand grabbed another grenade; the Japanese rushed too fiercely, and he was worried that he would not be able to throw all twelve grenades.

Unfortunately, this is indeed the case.

The seventh grenade had just been thrown out and the eighth grenade had just been caught when Black Star, the veteran time traveler, was shot in the head.

At 1:03:46, Black Star died in battle, and like the dead fish, he had no chance to escape into the pit and hide.

The difference was that Black Star, who had broken his legs, had never thought of escaping into the pit; when he chose to stay behind to cover the retreat, he was doomed to die in battle.

After seeing this scene out of the corner of my eye.

The last veteran among the remaining personnel, Fat Huang A-di, didn't even have time to feel sad.

Faced with a Japanese armored vehicle that had rushed to 20 or 30 meters outside the warehouse, he shouted: Retreat, retreat to the second line of defense.

At the back door of the warehouse, more than a dozen seriously injured people were still lying there, waiting to be transported...

(End of this chapter)

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