Chapter 51 Move the city gate

"Deng Dayan! There is another one over there!" Huang Huamin shouted. Deng Dayan, who had already killed one, had already adjusted his muzzle and bombarded the tank that accelerated and impacted. Niu Shiba's infantry cannon next to him sounded at the same time. The shell just now did not hit. Although it was very close, there was still a deviation due to the descent angle.

The soldier's sense of honor made him quickly adjust his muzzle, and the results of nearly 100 shells of live ammunition training appeared. The second round of cannon sounded, and finally the tank paused for a moment, and thick smoke came out and stopped. Musashi Guida crawled out of the car with blood in his hands, but as soon as half of his body was exposed, he was shot by the head of the snake that had already aimed at here. Little Hefei next to him smiled and gestured a twenty-eight gesture.

The Japanese grenade launchers blasted towards the gap together. Three infantry cannons kept retreating, but one was still stopped because the gunner was hit by the grenade launcher shrapnel. Niu Shiba was also knocked to the ground, but he lay on the ground, dragged the infantry cannon that almost fell over, and dragged the cannon down with the two gunners.

"Snatch back that cannon!" Huang Huamin shouted and rushed over first. At this time, the more defensive power of the cannon will have more hope.

The grenade launcher bombardment was even more dense, and the Japanese heavy machine guns were also firing at the gap. In a blink of an eye, there were no living people standing at the gap, only an infantry cannon was sputtering with sparks from bullets, making a jingle sound. Huang Huamin fell halfway through and was dragged back by Deng Dayan, who was evacuating his injured arm.

Mortars on the top of the city also kept ringing, hitting back at the scattered grenade launchers of the Japanese. In a short while, seven or eight were overturned, greatly reducing the attack power of the grenade launchers. But the gap was still a place where the Japanese tilted their ammunition, trying to take the opportunity to open the way to the city. The Japanese soldiers charged also concentrated on the other side.

But without the threat of tanks, more than 30 mg-34 machine guns appeared on the city wall immediately, rather than the three or four as Hideo Nagagawa imagined. For a moment, a large number of Japanese infantry rushing to the city walls stagnated for a moment. The power of those machine guns in the morning had already spread, and even the brave soldiers could not stop the death seal on the metal warhead.

Some people wanted to see the command behind, while others wanted to rush over. In the chaos, the dense gunfire of mg-34 broke all the calculations and left only a kind of death order.

The sunlight has been obscured by gunpowder, but the light of the metal bullet has shone brilliantly at the end of everyone's life on site. All this is recorded is blood all over the ground.

A machine gun bullet can penetrate the chests of two or three Japanese soldiers on the city wall in front of the gap, but sometimes the broken body of a Japanese soldier attracts three or four machine guns at the same time. Lying on the ground howling, moaning the fragility of life, standing dumb but forgetting the silence of death.

"How many dead bodies!" Huang Huamin, who was unconscious with shrapnel on his head, woke up. His injuries were not very serious. He knelt down and looked outside the city wall. After a long time, he only sighed.

Hideo Nagagawa had already vomited blood and was sent down. Even those who were awake would be taken down by Jiro Osaka. This time, the more than 800 imperial soldiers who charged in the cluster only fled back, and not many wounded soldiers on the battlefield were rescued, only a dozen people, and the other injured were killed by sharpshooters. Nearly 900 imperial soldiers fell here, and someone must be responsible.

Panasonic sighed slightly and looked at the cold Yagyu Qingmen. This nominal command may be a glimmer of hope for Changchuan.

"Let me try again..." Hideo Nagagawa woke up, and before he could spit out the last determination of the first sentence, he was slapped back by his uncle.

"Idiot, go back to Kyoto!" The general's words had already put an end to Hideo Nagagawa's fate.

Looking at the corpses on the ground in front of him, Jiro Osaka tightened the white gloves on his hand.

"Here..." Tsuruto Matsushita asked hurriedly, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by Jiro Osaka's actions.

"Go to the city gate, it is more suitable for attack!" After saying that, Jiro Osaka was silent for a moment, looked up at the red flag that had more than a dozen bullet holes on the city wall, slowly took off the white gloves in his right hand and threw them on the ground in the distance. The undried blood stains there immediately dyed half of the white gloves red.

"Just leave like this? I'm really leaving!" Huang Huamin pulled the gauze wrapped by Tu Shisan, and shrapnel streaked across his forehead, leaving only a slanted scar. Tu Shisan's bandage was OK, but it only covered half of his eyes, and things were not very convenient. He watched the Japanese withdraw from this area, and after repeated confirmation, he was still a little worried, and asked Deng Dayan beside him again.

Deng Dayan's left hind arm was injured. Fortunately, it was not very heavy. His arm was saved, but he should not think about moving the cannon again within a month. His famous big eyes were fine, and he could see things farther than ordinary people. He looked at Huang Huamin for a long time, looked back at Huang Huamin, blinked his eyes and said uncertainly: "I'm really leaving!"

I thought the Japanese would definitely take revenge wildly, but everyone retreated except for the sentries, but after a long time, there was no movement at all.

"This is... the city gate!" Huang Huamin was about to make a joke, but suddenly thought of the focus of the Japanese attack, and it must have been concentrated on the city gate.

"Is the teaching team better than the militia?" Deng Dayan joked, but his face was full of solemnity.

The Japanese were very strong. If they hadn't had a commander who underestimated the enemy, and the first battalion was also very strong, it would be possible to be violated. Even if they defended, they would be afraid that they would die. Even if the first battalion suffered a lot this time, Huang Huamin sighed slightly in his heart. In this way, the elite first battalion of this militia would only have a strengthening company's troops left.

This time, not only the First Battalion, but even his subordinates were only a dozen people left. The threat of the Japanese chariot cannons and grenade launchers was not a waste of water.

Eleven German machine guns were also blown up, and three were damaged due to failure. However, Niu Yi and the others took out more than a dozen, and they were still arranged at least one in each squad, which made him feel itchy and kept guessing the origin of these weapons and the family background of the first battalion.

At this time, a messenger ran up quickly.
Chapter completed!