Chapter 1 The Layout

Lin Fan quietly peeked out and saw the layout of the Japanese soldiers on the roof.

So many Japanese soldiers were busying themselves on the roof of the Bank of Communications.

The launch speed of the grenade launcher was too slow.

It would be easy for those battle-hardened Japanese soldiers to discover the danger and run away.

He quietly led the two soldiers back.

Xie Jinyuan was startled when he saw Lin Fan retreat without firing a single shot, "Company Commander Lin..."

Lin Fan smiled and said, "I just went up and saw that there are more than a hundred Japanese soldiers on the roof of the Bank of Communications.

The firing rate of the grenade launcher is too slow. If I fire one, the rest of the Japanese soldiers will escape.

I'm back to get the cannon. We can't let those hundred-plus Japanese soldiers escape back."

Xie Jinyuan and Yang Ruifu both laughed.

Hearing this, the soldiers of the company shouted together, "Company Commander Lin! Awesome!"

"Company Commander Lin! Awesome!"

Lin Fan smiled modestly, "It's no good to boast without substance, I just like it!"

All the officers and soldiers who heard this laughed.

The serious expression on Regiment Commander Xie's face couldn't help but crack, and he also laughed, "Company Commander Lin is so humorous!"

Lin Fan carried his own mortar, and Battalion Commander Yang silently carried another cannon barrel himself.

He knew Lin Fan's firing speed, and one cannon couldn't fully satisfy Lin Fan.

Lin Fan fired too fast, and the temperature of the barrel rose quickly.

If he kept using one mortar to fire, it would explode.

So Lin Fan usually fired five rounds in a row, and then he could only fire one round per minute. After a while, it would take several minutes to fire a shell.

Battalion Commander Yang had just heard Lin Fan say that he wanted to quickly leave all the Japanese soldiers on the roof of the Bank of Communications.

The faster the firing speed, the better. Two cannons were definitely better than one!

Otherwise, if they were given even a little breathing room, many of the Japanese soldiers on the opposite roof would escape.

If that were the case, Yang Ruifu felt that it was a crime: letting the Japanese soldiers who could be killed live was a crime against the 400 million compatriots!

It was a crime against the entire nation!

Xie Jinyuan also carried a box of shells. He wanted to go up and see with his own eyes how more than a hundred Japanese soldiers were blown into the sky.

The audience on the south bank of the Suzhou River saw the Japanese artillery bombardment, and the National Army stationed in the Four Banks Warehouse had no power to fight back.

These spectators had already seen the Japanese infantry rushing from the Bank of Communications, charging towards the west wall of the Four Banks Warehouse.

The faces of several senior officials of the National Army and ordinary citizens showed serious expressions. This was a situation they were unwilling to see.

They could understand what the Japanese were planning: they were determined to break through the west wall. The Japanese had just failed to blow it open with artillery.

Now they were preparing to rush close and blow it open with explosives.

Looking at the rushing Japanese soldiers, it should be a squad.

Koito Junichiro had now forgotten what happened yesterday evening when he was slapped in the face. His face showed a smug expression.

The current Koito needed to regain some confidence too much.

Koito Junichiro hadn't spoken yet.

He heard a series of continuous explosions coming from the opposite bank. The roof of the Bank of Communications, like the roof of the Four Banks Warehouse just now, was filled with puffs of smoke.

Several observers from the multinational military observation group: "Here it comes! He's here!"

Koito Junichiro knew that these people were talking about a group of well-trained gunners in the defending army.

The sign that these gunners took action was: continuous artillery fire.

These observers from the military observation group had timed it: a speed of five to six shells per minute.

This round of artillery fire came suddenly and ended suddenly.

Two minutes!

These military observers on the south bank of the Suzhou River clearly recorded the time on their stopwatches.

Lin Fan's artillery experience was rich!

His first shell and second shell were to block the entrances and exits of the opposite roof, and the subsequent shells were evenly distributed across the entire roof.

One round of bombing had completely covered the entire roof of the Bank of Communications.

At this time, it was estimated that there was no one alive on the roof of the Bank of Communications.

For insurance, Lin Fan switched to another mortar and gave the opposite Japanese soldiers a double coverage.

With these two rounds of bombing, Lin Fan believed that there would be no survivors on the opposite roof.

Ten shells for the lives of a hundred Japanese soldiers.

No matter how you calculated it, this deal wasn't a loss!

The audience, who had been drooping their heads just now, burst into cheers again.

As long as they saw the National Army was still resisting, proving that the National Army was still fighting, that was enough.

Of course, it would be even better if they could see the bodies of the Japanese soldiers tumbling in the air like just now, with body after body rising into the air, then flipping over the protective wall of the roof and falling to the ground.

Just like the souls of those Japanese soldiers, they fell deeply into the eighteenth level of hell.

Shangguan Zhibiao also came, and he watched enviously as Lin Fan easily killed more than a hundred Japanese soldiers in two minutes.

Just now, he had led more than a hundred soldiers from the company to be bombed by those Japanese soldiers and forced to withdraw from their positions.

The officers and soldiers of the 542nd Regiment on the upper floors were excitedly enjoying the great victory just now.

Listening to the masses on the opposite bank shouting something loudly.

The ears that had just been ravaged by the sound of artillery fire could no longer hear the shouts from so far away.

Shangguan Zhibiao poked his head out to check and saw the movements of the Japanese soldiers at a glance.

His face changed suddenly; the Japanese soldiers wanted to blow up the wall.

Then he smiled happily again: It's finally my turn to take revenge.

He ordered the soldiers to prepare two explosive packs, all made according to Lin Fan's experience.

He waited until the Japanese blasting squad rushed to the bottom of the wall before ordering, "Blast!"

Whether it was Shangguan Zhibiao who issued the order, or the two soldiers who threw the explosive packs.

They immediately retreated after throwing the explosive packs and no longer poked their heads out to check the effect.

This was because, when this kind of bomb made by Lin Fan exploded, the iron pellets flew randomly, and it could be said that there was 360-degree coverage without dead ends.

If they stuck their bodies out of the fortifications, the possibility of being accidentally injured was very high.

This team of Japanese soldiers who had just rushed to the west wall of the Four Banks Warehouse hadn't even placed the explosives yet.

Two explosive packs fell from the sky. These two explosive packs didn't fall into the placement position selected by the Japanese soldiers.

They exploded in mid-air, and the sound of rain hitting plantain leaves was more terrifying than the sound of the explosive packs exploding.

This rustling sound, like silkworms eating mulberry leaves, hitting the bodies of these Japanese soldiers, was one big bloody hole after another.

Iron pellets with a diameter of ten millimeters were much thicker than ordinary machine gun bullets.

They hit the arms and legs of those Japanese soldiers fiercely, and immediately there was bone fracture and tendon rupture.

Hitting other parts of the body, it was a big, terrible blood hole.

Hitting the walls of the Four Banks Warehouse, many potholes immediately appeared.

Hitting the ruins on the ground, only small finger-sized holes were left, unfathomable.

Those citizens on the opposite bank who had been worried about their army saw with their own eyes that a squad of Japanese soldiers fell down all at once.

No one struggled, and no one got up.

They were silent for a while, as if unable to accept such a result.

Then suddenly there was a burst of fierce cheers.

He Xiangning turned around and gently wiped the corners of her eyes, holding Zhang Boting's hand tightly with both hands: "Chief of Staff Zhang, the 542nd Regiment, pillars of the country!

The Eighty-eighth Division produces heroes!"

Zhang Boting was overwhelmed by the favor. Being able to make Mr. He lose her composure and being able to receive such a high evaluation from Mr. He.

He said excitedly: "I will definitely send Mr. He's evaluation to all the soldiers of the 542nd Regiment.

They will definitely complete the mission!"

Everyone on the south bank knew that the heavier the blow the Japanese soldiers received, the more crazy the subsequent attack would be.

No matter how capable the 542nd Regiment was, they only had eight hundred people, while the Japanese soldiers could send as many as 250,000.

However, this did not prevent the cheering of these citizens on the south bank who cared about their country.

Waves of cheers, one higher than the other, attracted more citizens to come.

The tragedy that happened here two days ago seemed to have been forgotten.

These citizens began to boldly squeeze on the south bank of the Suzhou River again, witnessing the Four Banks Warehouse battle between China and Japan with their own eyes.

Battalion Commander Murashita Taro did not expect that in just five minutes, his three squads would be completely annihilated.

He was inexplicably frightened.

It was as if something had been ruthlessly stabbed into his back, and his whole body suddenly tensed up: "The National Army's 542nd Regiment on the opposite side is indeed a tricky opponent!"

Thinking that just now, when the grenade launcher squad went to the roof, they suddenly beat the opposite side so hard that they had no power to fight back.

If the roof position had not been lost, the blasting squad below would not have suffered losses.

Thinking of this, he said hatefully: "Fujita Squad! You go to the roof and push back those National Army soldiers for me."

Just after annihilating the Japanese forces deployed on the roof, they immediately took out the Japanese blasting squad.

The soldiers of the 542nd Regiment on the roof all cheered excitedly.

Now they can only cheer, not jump for joy.

On the opposite building of the Bank of Communications, many Japanese soldiers were hiding behind various windows.

They were looking for opportunities to take cold shots. If someone on this roof was exposed, they would immediately be greeted by bullets fired by several Japanese soldiers.

For those Japanese soldiers hiding behind the windows, the 542nd Regiment could only imitate them and shoot back at them in the same way.

It was just that most of these soldiers in the 542nd Regiment were supplemented by soldiers from the Hebei Local Militia.

When it came to morale, they were second to none.

When it came to marksmanship and combat effectiveness, they were far behind the 542nd Regiment who had just joined the war.

Compared with the Japanese soldiers hiding behind the windows on the opposite side, they were even worse by I don't know how many streets.

This situation could not be caught up in a short time.

The soldiers' marksmanship needed to be fed with bullets and time slowly.

The sense of superiority that the 542nd Regiment had just gained from annihilating three Japanese squads was instantly knocked down by the Japanese soldiers' accurate marksmanship.

Even if the soldiers of the 542nd Regiment were hiding behind fortifications, they were still suppressed by the Japanese soldiers' accurate marksmanship.

Lin Fan couldn't take care of this kind of shooting for the time being without casualties.

Lin Fan thought for a while and said, "Regiment Commander Xie, Battalion Commander Yang, Company Commander Shangguan, please send another cannon up here.

I'll aim these three cannons at three positions on the opposite roof. If the Japanese soldiers come up again, let the soldiers just throw shells and bomb them.

As long as the positions of these cannons are not moved and their angles are not adjusted. Da Feng Novel Network

One round of three shells can cover the entire roof of the Bank of Communications.

If the Japanese soldiers come to the roof again, bomb them a few times.

They will know how powerful we are and will never dare to come to the roof again."

His suggestion was immediately carried out. Lin Fan placed the three cannons separately, not arranged together.

This was also considered: In case a Japanese shell hit, even if it hit one cannon, it would not completely destroy the entire artillery position.

Lin Fan adjusted the angles of the three mortars.

Before he could get up, Company Commander Shangguan Zhibiao shouted, "The Japanese soldiers are coming up."

Squad Leader Fujita Shinzo led his squad and quickly entered the position along the protective wall.

Now most of their bodies were protected by the protective wall.

Only in a one- or two-meter position would they expose their bodies.

The National Army soldiers on the opposite side shot in vain and did not cause a single casualty to his soldiers.

There were two grenade launchers in Fujita Shinzo's squad, and dozens of them were scattered on the ground of the roof.

Fujita Shinzo watched with his own eyes as a soldier in his team rushed to the middle of the building, wanting to pick up a grenade launcher and bring it back.

When that soldier had just rushed out, Company Commander Shangguan Zhibiao saw such an audacious Japanese soldier.

He fired a shot and said, "I like it!"

The first shot hit the Japanese soldier's foot, and the Japanese soldier's body immediately fell down. The soldiers of the company had accumulated too much anger today.

There was a ready-made punching bag, and they all shot at the Japanese soldier.

More than a hundred shots, the bullets fired instantly shattered the Japanese soldier.

Shangguan Zhibiao patted the machine gunner next to him: "Save some bullets!"

The machine gunner saw that the Japanese soldier was dead, and he was still shooting. He looked at the Japanese soldier's flesh and blood flying under the sweeping of the bullets and thought it was great.

He seemed to be enjoying it and was reluctant to stop.

After being said a word by the company commander, he stopped, continued to fill the machine gun with bullets, and patiently waited for the next such Japanese soldier.

Squad Leader Fujita Shinzo looked at the Japanese soldier who was still alive and kicking a minute ago and ordered, "Cover! Cover! Grenade launcher! Fire!"

When that Japanese soldier had just rushed out, the two grenade launcher soldiers in his squad were preparing.

Hearing the order, they were about to fire.

The National Army soldiers on the roof, after hearing that there were Japanese soldiers coming up on the opposite roof again, were very excited.

They quickly prepared and fired!

Three shells had just left the barrel, and three more shells were thrown in.

After the third round of three shells flew out, Lin Fan said with a smile, "It's enough to fire three rounds at a time."

The three artillerymen rushed to the observation hole in the west, pushing away the soldiers who were observing the situation at the observation hole.

Everyone was a soldier of the same company, why should you have special privileges?

The few soldiers were about to open their mouths to scold when the three artillerymen said with curses, "Can't we see if we're accurate after we fire?"

The few soldiers with angry expressions changed their faces faster than flipping a book and immediately put on a smiling face: "Accurate! Accurate! Brothers are amazing! You can't see the appearance of the Japanese soldiers being blown away.

Just now, when the shells exploded, several Japanese soldiers were blown into the air and then fell downstairs.

They fell so miserably that they couldn't be picked up completely."

Another soldier interjected: "Add some green onions, ginger, and garlic, mash it up, and it's human meat dumpling filling."

The three artillerymen leaned into the observation hole. Except for the smoke and blood, they couldn't see anything else.

Hearing the description of their comrades, their hearts were as sweet as honey.

They said happily: "Brothers, just report the news. If any more Japanese soldiers come up, we will continue to bomb them.

The Japanese soldiers on the roof belong to us, and the Japanese soldiers downstairs belong to you."

Xie Jinyuan saw that in this bombing, Lin Fan didn't take action at all, and the soldiers of the company operated the entire process.

The same Japanese soldiers on the floor were completely annihilated, which was a good sign.

Seeing that this operation was effective, Lin Fan also leaned into the observation hole and saw that the shadows hiding behind the windows on the opposite building were vaguely visible. There were at least a hundred Japanese soldiers.

It was a crime not to hit the Japanese soldiers!

Lin Fan said to the two little followers next to him, "Prepare rifles!"

He took down the rifle in his hand and fired randomly at the windows on the opposite side.

The shooting between the two sides had been going on, and no one felt anything at all with one or two more rifles participating in the battle.

After Lin Fan fired the five bullets in his hand, he immediately replaced the rifle that Wu Xiaobao handed over.

Another five bullets.

The rifle in Lin Fan's hands fired with the taste of a machine gun.

The continuous gunfire was not noticeable in the shooting between the two sides.

When Lin Fan changed a shooting hole.

The Japanese soldiers on the opposite side finally had a feeling: Many of their partners hiding behind the windows had fallen down.

Some were shot in the forehead, and some were shot in the body. In just these ten minutes or so, almost every Japanese soldier had fallen behind every window.

Lin Fan didn't want to attract the attention of the Japanese soldiers, so he evenly distributed the bullets he fired to each window.

He only sent one bullet into a window at a time.

At this time, he was thinking: If there were rifle grenades, with the Japanese soldiers' defense like this, they could be beaten to their knees and call Dad in less than half an hour!

Unfortunately, this kind of scene could only be imagined.

The Japanese soldiers behind the opposite windows were separated by walls.

They didn't know how much damage they had suffered in these short ten minutes.

They only thought that the Japanese soldiers who were shot were unlucky, so they changed a Japanese soldier to continue.

When Lin Fan washed the windows behind the windows for the third round.

Murashita Taro finally discovered that in just twenty minutes, the number of wounded had increased by more than sixty.

"Sniper! There's a sniper on the opposite side!"

He shouted loudly, "Cover! Cover!"

Then he shouted again, "All the soldiers behind the windows, retreat all of you."

Lin Fan saw that the Japanese shadows were shaking behind the windows, knowing that the Japanese soldiers had discovered that something was wrong and were retreating.

He had to regretfully fire the last two bullets in the gun.

Now the opposite window was clean, and there were no more Japanese soldiers shaking behind the window, in short, no ghosts!

Murashita Taro looked at the Japanese corpses and wounded lying on the ground and covered his head in pain: His brigade had not recovered the bodies of three squads on the roof.

There was also a squad of corpses downstairs.

Now in front of him, there was another squad of corpses and nearly two squads of wounded.

There were only fifteen infantry squads in total, and now five had been reduced, one-third of the total.

The grenade launcher squad had also been completely annihilated.