In the eyes of these Japanese soldiers, the Chinese are the sick man of East Asia, and Chinese men are cowards whose wives are raped face to face and dare not fart! The Chinese are all hypocrites who are good at fighting among themselves and have no way to resist the enemy. The Chinese are all "two-gun" people with rifles in their hands and smoking guns in their waists, who are like shameless dogs without taking two puffs. The Chinese are a group of villains and hooligans who only bully the weak and fear the strong. As long as there is a sound of gunfire, these rubbish without the spirit of Bushido in Japan will run faster than a shot rabbit.. Seeing that the squadron position was close at hand and there was no gunfire now, almost all the Japanese soldiers had a smile on their faces. Just when the Japanese soldiers seemed to have seen the easy money, beautiful women and commendation orders after the capture of Shanghai, they suddenly heard a crazy roar more like a man than a man: "Carpet bombing, 30 meters!" (Yao Shao: I didn't write it clearly in the front. A friend suggested that the 88th Division is a German armourer. It can't use the old-fashioned equipment written in the previous two chapters at all. Hehe, yes, only local troops, such as the Sichuan Army,stainless steel edge trim, can use such weapons. But you know, on the battlefield with 750,000 troops, a supervisory team is facing more than one division. However, in order not to cause ambiguity, I will add a paragraph again after I go back on October 8 to avoid this problem. Finally, thank you for your comments. Novel-txt Paradise Chapter 16 Carpet Bombing Repeatedly destroyed by heavy artillery and bombers,stainless steel tile edge trim, already turned into ruins, should not have any resistance to the defensive position, with this order raised, suddenly alive! God knows where those men were hiding, but they were able to save their lives from such a heavy bombardment. When the voice sounded, from the hole in the ground, from the collapsed sewer, from behind the broken wall, from among several bodies that had been riddled with holes, almost at the same time revealed the red and bloody face of the middleman, in an absolutely ferocious, absolutely angry roar, the sky suddenly began to rain bullets composed of defensive grenades. Boom! Boom! Boom!!! Hundreds of grenades exploded almost at the same time, and the rushing smoke of gunpowder instantly pulled up an absolutely brilliant black smokescreen on the battlefield, followed by more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns, metal trim manufacturers ,stainless steel edging strip, and dozens of submachine guns began to fire together. Those Japanese soldiers, whose firepower was eight times stronger than that of the Chinese troops and who had always thought that they were the sky, the earth, and could dominate everything on Chinese soil, were really beaten silly at this time, facing more fierce, wild, and intensive strafing than their Japanese troops, facing the weapons provided by Germany, the most developed country in industry and the most advanced in ordnance system. They lay down on the ground in unison. Before the black smoke from the grenade had dissipated, those of the Japanese soldiers who could understand Chinese suddenly heard the order of the Chinese female officer: "The second batch, 35 meters, throw again!" In the smoke of gunpowder, among the Japanese soldiers who had received the most rigorous military training and would instinctively lie down at the first time once they were strafed by intensive heavy weapons, there was a sudden "tinkling" sound. God knows how many grenades hit the helmets of these Japanese soldiers at one time. Still braving white smoke, these lethal weapons, composed of steel and wooden handles, with happy little somersaults, swaggered around and around less than a foot in front of the eyes of Japanese soldiers, as if in the last few seconds of their lives, they showed their most soul-stirring beauty to every audience. The Japanese soldiers lying on the ground had a crazy despair in their eyes. It is absolutely impossible for people who have not experienced a scene to imagine the terrible feeling of complete contraction of the heart in an instant, let alone understand the extreme coldness of despair, the complete stagnation of the whole body and the inability to move a finger. A Japanese warrant officer lay on the ground and screamed at the top of his voice: "Don't panic, pick up the grenades and throw them all out!" Other troops throw grenades, even if they get a unified order, but the quality of the members of the army is uneven, the grenades thrown over that is called Tiannu Sanhua, distributed throughout the battlefield, it seems rare and deserted. But this troop was by no means the same. They threw the grenade, like a steel knife, into a large piece of cream cake, with stunning uniformity. Open your eyes and see that around them, in their southeast and northwest, there are defensive grenades that constantly emit "sizzling" white smoke, explode with great power and shrapnel. Even if they have three heads and six arms, how many grenades can they pick up and how many can they throw out before they explode collectively? So jump up and run backwards? Not to mention that they are soldiers of the Japanese Empire, they must have the spirit of Bushido, and they must not be allowed to run back without receiving orders. Even if they can, listen to the light and heavy machine guns that are constantly strafing, listen to the German submachine guns, the German light machine guns, which were not purchased by China at all. But the real M34 German heavy machine gun suddenly appeared on the battlefield, where Uri was dumping ammunition! Bullets were flying everywhere, the crazy roar of automatic weapons was everywhere, and even fools knew clearly that now the top of their heads was raining bullets,stainless steel tile trim, the black scythe in the hands of the God of death, which was dancing wildly, waiting for them to throw themselves into the trap and send their heads into it! "Boom!"! Boom! Boom.. 。 jecatrims.com