Chapter 468

"Baga!" Kenin Nakamura smashed the microphone heavily on the phone, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. The guerrillas came to attack a small soldier like him, and he was sure that he was in danger this time.

"The east of Dongge'er!" The guy who just answered Kenren Nakamura was hiding next to a telephone pole not far away. He hummed a little song and pulled out a line of phone from his hands from his phone pole, and picked up the microphone: "Hey! Moshimoshi! Xianzhou, right?! I am Kenren Nakamura! Hi! Everything is normal! Hi! Long live the emperor! Hi! Hi!”

"Hehe! Get it done!" The guy who put the flying line on the phone pole made a very unscrupulous smile and hung up the phone. He made a loop on the phone line. Crackling sounds and blue electric sparks immediately appeared on the nearby phone pole.

Such malicious short circuits will inevitably burn down many equipment on the Japanese communication lines.

When the Japanese stronghold was panicked and blindly opened fire, the soldiers under Li Wei had quietly started to act. The soldiers of the three squads crawled forward, and the bullets were jumping around them like grasshoppers in the autumn. But with the accuracy of these miscellaneous soldiers, even if they were standing and letting them fight, the three squad leaders looked up at the door of the stronghold in front, with a sarcastic smile on their faces and gave each other a wink. It was not that the chicken was slaughtering the chicken, but that the chicken was about to touch the chicken.

The Japanese soldiers in the stronghold had discovered that the enemy outside was approaching, which was already an extremely dangerous distance, but the bullets they fired could only helplessly burst into pieces of gravel and mud around the other party, and they did not even hurt the root hair. The other party was too cunning and used the nearby terrain to block the bullets for themselves.

One of the squad leaders made a gesture, and a soldier moved forward to a distance of only forty meters from the stronghold. He pulled out a grenade from his waist. This was a special offensive grenade. Although there were not many shrapnel, he could burst out extremely powerful shock waves, which was extremely suitable for combat in closed spaces.

The grenade with Qingyan swung towards the gate of the stronghold, and dong! With a gentle sound, Yu Jin exhausted his strength and hit the gate. Gululu rolled around the crack of the door.

The Japanese soldiers who saw this scene sharply let out a harsh scream like a woman. Anyone with a slightly military mind knows what this means.

Boom! ~

A faint wave of light flashed almost visible to the naked eye. A large hole appeared in the explosion shock wave of the special offensive grenade of the 12th District Team, and several sandbags defending at the door were overturned.

Immediately afterwards, another offensive grenade was thrown over, and it was held in his hand before throwing it out, and it flew to the door opening and exploded in the air, shattering the half-destroyed door.

When the Japanese soldiers inside the wall saw the gate fall, they were all in chaos. People outside the stronghold could almost see the Japanese soldiers inside the stronghold being blown up and panicked, screaming and sanging in yellow military uniforms.

As the guns were heard, Harry and Murdoch were excited. The camera in their hands flashed and they could open the door to the enemy's stronghold so easily. The 12th District Team was not even injured. The fourth company commander of the 12th District Team did not break his promise and provided them with a wonderful practical performance.

Being able to witness a battle without any danger is really much more comfortable than the previous attack.

The three squads who were close to the stronghold took the opportunity to rush under the wall of the stronghold. At the same time, they pulled out a few grenades and threw them in at the wall and at the door of the exploded stronghold. This time they were thrown out the most lethal grenades with explosives. The blocked shrapnel were mixed with triangular steel sheets, which could almost easily tear the human body's flesh and blood, causing terrible wounds.

Every explosion of a grenade can alarm the howling of Japanese soldiers in the stronghold.

For a moment, fire balls were blown up in the yard with a small base, and even the machine guns on the artillery tower were shocked to stop.

Pass! ~

The mortars of the 12th District Team opened fire. Accurately the shells exploded a large gap on the roof of the Japanese stronghold. The 80-caliber mortar was not comparable to a grenade launcher with a caliber of 50. The huge explosion power brought an unprepared Japanese soldier on the roof of the artillery into the air. He howled and fell heavily on the ground outside the stronghold in the eyes of five Chinese and foreign journalists, shaking like a sandbag, and the howling stopped. He fell down from a height of more than ten meters. Blood had already spurted out from the corner of the mouth, and he saw that he was not alive.

All the five reporters were shocked and trembling. They watched a living person fall to death. Although it was an enemy, their visual and spiritual impact were not something that ordinary people could bear.

Associated Press Dimiluni Joe still insisted on not moving his sight, but Jasmine of Ta Kung Pao and Wenda of the Central Daily News couldn't help but lower his head. His physique was obviously not necessarily related to his mental endurance. The two strong calves also had unnatural expressions, and the muscles on his face were twitching, which was obviously scared.

"Oh, God, I'm dying so miserable!" Murdoch still grabbed the camera and captured a Japanese soldier who fell to death with his eyes closed.

The two platoon soldiers in charge of combat missions of the 12th District Team, including Li Wei, remained calm and ignored them, as if they had just smashed a conspicuous chick to death. They almost saw too many such scenes, and even the worst death situation was seen.

The three squads of soldiers who had already broken into the wall of the stronghold were not in a hurry to enter. Today was not a regular attack, but a battle show to show the reporters, and they also brought enough equipment.

More than a dozen wine bottles were taken out, and the bottle mouth was lit on fire, and they were thrown into the stronghold. Amid the crisp sound of glass shattering, a ball of flames flew everywhere. If you want to capture the enemy's small buildings alive, it would be best to use a hybrid incendiary bomb.

The pungent black smoke that emanated from the burning flames made the Japanese soldiers in the stronghold unable to bear it anymore. This traditional local biological and chemical weapon that was almost retained by the Three Regiments in the Hundred Regiments Battle does have its unique killing effect. No one could have imagined what kind of killing effect the irritating smoke produced by the burning substances added with materials could have on people. At least none of the live pigs used for experiments could survive for half an hour.

Although this kind of smoke did not affect the quality of meat, the live pigs that were killed in the test were cleaned up by the kitchen squad, and everyone gave a tooth sacrifice. A Japanese squad in the stronghold was so fumigated by living pigs. Because they were the Japanese in the artillery tower, they had been in trouble for eight lifetimes. The door at the bottom of the artillery tower was also exploded by a grenade, and a fire was thrown into the fire. The smoke and fire were tumbling upwards in the artillery tower. The first floor won the bid, and the top several floors followed by the unlucky. Who said that the shooting hole of the artillery tower-style building was so big?

"What should I do with Nakamura?! Others can't stand it anymore. If this continues, everyone will have to play tricks!" A sergeant shouted at the team leader Kenin Nakamura, his Bao Gong, who was almost fucked into a black face.

"Amu is dead, choked to death. I would rather die in battle than be turned into a roast pig!" A soldier shouted shrillly, "Captain, think of a way!"

"Emperor! Come and save us!" Many soldiers howled in a collapse.

The fire in the small brick and wood artillery building was getting stronger and stronger, and the machine guns and mortars in the artillery building had already been silenced. Many soldiers in the shooting positions jumped down the next floor regardless of the burning wooden stairs, crying and rushing out of the artillery building with dust.

"Burn, it's good to burn well, it's good luck, the more it burns, the more it becomes!" Li Wei cursed viciously. As long as it was an enemy, he would forget all humanitarianism.

"No! Give up here!" The military commander of Bao Gong, who was fumigated into a black face, couldn't stand the turtle in the jar that had no way to go to heaven and had no way to enter the ground. After shouting a few words, he was suddenly rolling down from his head by a piece of burning wooden stake, smashing him into the fire next to him. His legs exposed outside the fire struggled twice, and he never moved again.

The tragic death of the sergeant seemed to have made the Japanese squad leader Kento Nakamura make up his mind. He pulled out his samurai sword and shouted with all his strength: "Brothers, rush for me, fight for it! It is the emperor's blessing to live. If you die, everyone will gather together in the underworld, rush!" Even in this situation, he understood that even if the reinforcements from Xian County came, it would be too late. After all, the fire and fire were ruthless. The fire was burning in the cannon tower was almost no better than the coffin.

The courage of the team leader Kenin Nakamura at this moment almost became the last straw for other soldiers in the stronghold, and he couldn't care about anything in order to survive.

The Japanese soldiers in the stronghold were really hard to bear. Instead of being burned to death, it would be better to rush out and fight for a way out.

A group of Japanese soldiers screamed and rushed out of the gate of the stronghold with bayonets. The soldiers guarding the gate did not stop them, but instead took a few steps to avoid the enemy's grenades clearing the road.

And this was exactly the effect Li Wei wanted. The smoke-filled mice forced the Japanese to come out of the stronghold. Without solid buildings and fortifications, the rest could not be said by the Japanese.

To this end, this Japanese squad had to follow Li Wei's script.

A platoon of soldiers had been waiting for a long time, and all the bayonets were on guns. In order to highlight the effect, the district team did not use the bayonets that were roasted with blue and black bayonets, but used a grinding of cold light.
Chapter completed!