At the gate of the Four Lines Warehouse, the soldier who rushed to the door first looked at the dark gate with some anxiety. It was this dark gate that swallowed the lives of more than 10,000 Japanese soldiers, but it seemed like an invincible black hole. Not satisfied.
The Japanese now call the Four Line Warehouse the Tengu Warehouse, and those close to the warehouse will be swallowed by the Tengu, and even some Japanese superstitious officers began to pray to their Amaterasu God to save them.
"Ishida-kun, are we rushing!" A thin Japanese soldier holding a weapon, leaning on the bumpy wall, whispered to another Japanese soldier who looked slightly older beside him. ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
The Japanese soldier looked around, and most of them were already relying on the warehouse walls to wait for the next attack.
"Kojima-kun, something is wrong with the Tengu Warehouse, we will rush in at a slower pace!"
The Japanese soldiers are very worried now. I don’t know what moths are going to be involved in the warehouse. The firepower of the warehouse has been reduced by more than half. There were only more than 20 Japanese soldiers who fell on the way just now, and most of them were still injured. It's easy.
More and more Japanese soldiers rushed to the gate of the four-row warehouse and prepared to enter the four-row warehouse. A Japanese officer was shot in the arm, covered his arm, and squinted: "Offensive!"
After hearing the order, the Japanese by the wall rushed into the warehouse neatly. At the same time, a dozen grenades were dropped on the second floor of the warehouse and landed at the feet of the subsequent Japanese.
"boom!"
"boom!"
A series of explosions sounded, and the subsequent Japanese, including the two Japanese named Kojima and Ishida, who had not yet entered the door, were hit by a grenade, and a group of people fell.
The Japanese who rushed into the building did not meet their predecessors’ encounters and were shot in line, but there were still two machine gun positions facing the window and the door. The rest of the place was very empty and there was no Chinese defender.
"Brothers, the devil is here! Kill the devil!"
Zheng Shijue roared, and all the defenders on the first floor were able to stand up. They all got up from the ground and rushed to the Japanese soldiers entering the door.
Among those charging, there was a very special person. He had no hands, his legs were still there, and two grenades were tied to his shoulders, and he rushed to the most densely populated area of the Japanese without hesitation.
The Japanese soldier saw a Chinese soldier rushing over, without a weapon, but still raised his gun to shoot. The wounded soldier was shot twice. After that, he abruptly held the impact of the bullet and prevented himself from falling.
When the wounded soldier rushed into the Japanese crowd, he opened the grenades with his mouth and staggered to the ground.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Two explosions sounded, the soldier was no longer in sight, and the Japanese soldier beside him also fell down, about twenty.
Other wounded soldiers put on Japanese military uniforms, lying in the middle of the pile of corpses, waiting for the Japanese to approach, holding pistols or grenades in their hands, waiting for the Japanese to approach.
"boom!"
There was another explosion in the building. A wounded soldier rang a grenade and took away four Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese soldiers who entered the building went crazy. Although they did not encounter a powerful firepower net, they were hurriedly blocked by the Chinese army. They changed their lives for one life and could not take care of other things at all.
"Devil, devil, these people are all demons!" A Japanese soldier saw a Chinese soldier on the ground suddenly stand up and rushed into their crowd with a grenade.
The surrounding Japanese soldiers were killed before they had any time to react. The soldier looked at a Chinese soldier with a pistol in one arm not far away. Even if he was shot five or six shots in his body, he was still squeezing. In the class, his feet couldn't help but step back a few steps, a little bit back, and his eyes were full of fear.
"Come on, kid!"
After Zheng Shijue hacked three Japanese soldiers to death with his only hand, the big knife that was originally full of gaps has now been completely cut off, leaving only half of it, but none of the Japanese around him dared to move forward, not only that. , But slowly backed up.
"Come on, devil, grandpa is here!"
Zheng Shijue yelled again and pointed at the Japanese who was retreating with a half-cut knife. However, at this time, a Japanese soldier suddenly raised his gun and fired a shot at Zheng Shijue.
The bullet hit Commander Zheng in the abdomen, Zheng Sage only frowned slightly, his body swayed slightly, still maintaining his upright body, and continued to shout: "Come on!"
Although the Japanese soldiers didn't know what Zheng Sage was yelling at, they were shocked by his aura. The Japanese soldier who opened the gun looked at Zheng Shijue who was shot, and yelled at them, step by step, staggering. , Stepped back, and finally touched the corpse on the ground and fell to the ground.
The Japanese soldier immediately seemed crazy, crawling backwards with his hands and feet together.
Now the Four Lines Warehouse has fallen into a strange calm. The machine gunner has emptied the last bullet chain and is busy replacing it, while the Japanese soldiers are in a dilemma.
In front of the Japanese is a group of remnants, but this group of people, now the Japanese do not have any confidence to defeat them, this group of people can be blown down by the wind at any time, but this group of people is like a tumbler, thinking It is impossible to defeat them.
After the battlefield appeared strangely quiet, a series of gunfire suddenly sounded. The machine gunner who changed the ammunition aimed his gun at the place where the crowd was densest.
The gunfire broke the weird calm, and one Japanese fell one after another, causing the Japanese soldiers who were just about to let go, after seeing their comrades shot to death, once again became chaotic.
"kill!"
Zheng Shijue yelled again, and walked forward step by step firmly, step by step, slowly walking towards the Japanese soldiers in front, facing dozens of Japanese soldiers alone, without guns. There was only a broken knife.
But that's it. Every time Zheng Shijue took a step forward, the Japanese soldiers took one step back, one step, one step, and finally the Japanese turned their heads and fled the four-row warehouse like crazy.
"Youkai, youkai, and the people in the warehouse are all monsters that can't be killed!"
A Japanese soldier who had been scared and stupid ran out of the warehouse. The weapon had been lost. He fell to the ground without two steps. The picture of Zheng Shijue stepping forward and stepping towards him continued to appear in his mind. Even seeing Zheng Shijue suddenly turned into a giant, the broken knife in his hand was also infinitely enlarged and severely chopped on their necks.
The Japanese retreated. More than 700 people attacked the four-row warehouse. There were only more than 30 defenders on the first floor. It sounded unbelievable to repel the Japanese attack, but they did it.
The Japanese are scared. The five consecutive days of offensive have left the Japanese with a shadow. Now more Japanese soldiers are unwilling to approach the four-row warehouse. They often shoot tens of meters away, and only a hundred who actually rushed in. Many people, and some of these more than one hundred people were taken away by suicide attacks by the deadly wounded soldiers, and the rest were the group of Japanese soldiers who were frightened.
In the warehouse, Zheng Shijue looked at the Japanese soldiers who had retreated. After all the Japanese soldiers had withdrawn, he couldn't hold it anymore. He fell straight back and fell heavily to the ground.
"battalion commander!"
A few soldiers rushed to Zheng Shijue's side immediately: "battalion commander!"
Zheng Shijue grinned, kicked his breath, stared at the roof, loosened his grip on the big knife, and slowly turned his head to look at the soldier beside him: "Xiao Zhou, have the devils withdrew?"
"Well, withdraw, battalion commander, let me bandage your wound!" Zhou Heidan limped to the side of Zheng Shijue, and took out from his pocket a piece of Japanese military uniform cut out like a piece of cloth. Handed things over.
"Well, good! I will prepare two grenade later!"
"Sir!"
Zhou Heidan looked at the battalion commander. He knew what his battalion commander was going to do. He lowered his head and was unwilling to take out the grenade.
Zheng Shijue used a simple gauze to bandage the wound, while looking up at Zhou Heidan: "What are you doing in a daze? Bring me the grenade!"
Zhou Heidan looked at his battalion commander and shook his head firmly: "battalion commander, the devil will be killed by us, so you can handle the wound with peace of mind here!"
"Kill a fart!" Zheng Shijue hit Zhou Heidan's head vigorously and affected the wound. After taking a cold breath, he looked at Zhou Hedan: "I'm like this, can I still be saved? The devil is here to change Just two devils, go find me two grenade!"
"I do not!"
"Believe it or not I broke you!"
Zhou Heidan looked at his battalion commander, wiped his tears, and turned his head stubbornly: "You just killed me, and I won't give it to you!"
"You don't give it to me!" Zheng Shijue said as he stretched out his hand, grabbed the corpse of a Japanese soldier and pulled it in front of him, reaching out to pull the grenade off his waist.
However, due to the excessive movement, the expression on the whole person's face was a bit distorted. After Zhou Heidan saw it, he immediately stretched out his hand: "Sir, you just lie down and don't move, the wound is bleeding again!"
"Zhou Heidan, your wings are stiff, right? You must either give me a grenade, or I will bleed to death now!"
After hearing Zheng Shijue’s words, Zhou Heidan cried and took out a grenade from his pocket and handed it over. Zheng Shijue’s face showed a smile: "That’s right, don’t cry, man. It’s not terrible to die. It’s a pity that your kid didn’t leave. By the way, you have a few grenades hidden in your arms. Take them out and divide me two. I’m afraid I won’t kill a few devils!"
"Sir, no more, just one!"
Zheng Shijue stared at Zhou Heidan: "Just one! I saw it all!"
Zhou Heidan took out another one: "Sir, no more!"
"Also, your kid is hiding a grenade, you are a gold ingot!" (End of this chapter)