The Type 97 medium tank that Takao Maeda was riding in happened to be in the middle of the two gourds.
The road here is only more than three meters wide. The second battalion commander was afraid that the ambush would be discovered by the Japanese if he ambush too close. There were no ambush soldiers here.
Although the machine guns on the flanks killed the Japanese pilot and the heavy machine gunner on the left, Takao Maeda and Yoshiyoshi Minamoto in the turret were fine.
A nearby bazooka team fired two rounds but failed to hit the Japanese tank.
The soldiers who did not believe in evil carried the rocket launcher directly to the top of the Japanese tank, aimed at it and fired.
The rocket hit the Japanese tank almost as soon as it flew out.
Maeda Takao was cleaning up the minced meat when he heard a huge explosion and felt a flame wrap around him. Huge pain filled him in an instant. His body seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and then he fell into boundless darkness and loneliness.
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With a roar, the Japanese tank's fireball rose up, and finally turned into a puff of gunpowder smoke. The fuel tank was also detonated, and the raging fire enveloped the entire tank.
Li Yunlong only killed one tank, and saw that almost all the remaining tanks were misfired.
The bazooka groups were using rocket launchers to target the misfiring Japs tanks one by one.
Seeing that there were still a lot of artillery shells in the drum, Li Yunlong immediately turned the muzzle and fired at the Japanese infantry prostrate on the ground.
The tongues of fire extended in an instant, instantly setting off two half-meter-high bullet marks of dirt and gravel on the ground. These two bullet marks quickly ran over the Japanese.
Regardless of whether they were dead or not dead, they were immediately beaten into pieces.
"Haha... this machine gun is more powerful than Political Commissar Zhao's broken gun!"
While Li Yunlong was laughing, he suddenly found that the cannon stopped shaking when he pressed the weight, and he immediately realized that he had fired all the shells.
"Load, load labor!"
The soldiers of the machine gun company behind quickly removed the magazine drum and placed the machine gun shells filled with new drum magazines on the machine gun.
"Commander, if you fire another drum, you will need to replace the barrel." A soldier from the machine gun company reminded.
Soldiers usually fire long bursts. Like Li Yunlong, who uses the extravagant method of holding down the weight and not releasing it, the barrel of the machine gun will soon become hot.
Fortunately, Chen Feng has given each machine gun enough barrels and other parts, and it only takes more than two minutes to replace the barrel of this machine gun.
"Got it." Li Yunlong responded, and pressed the iron bar toward the Japanese infantry again.
Compared with Zhao Gang's large-mouth sniper rifle that can strike accurately, Li Yunlong prefers this wild and rough machine gun. It is simply too good to use it to fight Japanese tanks and infantry.
Li Yunlong had just finished firing another shuttle and was about to pause before firing again when he suddenly found someone tapping his shoulder.
Turning around, he saw Zhao Gang bending behind him.
Zhao Gang shouted, "Commander, all the Japanese tanks have been hit by rockets. Are you going to launch a general attack on the Japanese now?"
Li Yunlong looked back, and sure enough, all the Japanese tanks on their side were ablaze.
"Where is the Third Battalion?" Li Yunlong asked, "How is the situation there?"
Zhao Gang said, "It's similar over there. Basically all the Japanese tanks were hit, and the remaining Japanese were all pinned down on the road and couldn't lift their heads."
"Wait a little longer." Li Yunlong thought for a while and said, "Wait until the shells in the Japanese tanks explode."
The artillery shells in the Japanese tanks were placed in the shell bay. When the rockets were fired, Li Yunlong clearly felt that some of the shells in the tanks had not yet exploded.
The power of dozens or hundreds of shells exploding at the same time is still very powerful.
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On a dirt slope 15 kilometers away.
Although it was unclear what happened to the Japs in Hulugou, the Eighth Route Army on both sides was still there, and the sound of gunfire became increasingly sparse, which meant that the Japs tanks had been eliminated.
Chu Yunfei, Fang Ligong and Sun Ming were all stunned and looked at each other.
"Team leader, am I not dreaming?" Fang Ligong looked in disbelief, "The Eighth Route Army actually won the battle? Really wiped out a Japanese tank regiment?"
Chu Yunfei also sighed, "It's unbelievable. To be honest, I feel like I'm in a dream."
"This is the Japanese tank regiment." Sun Ming couldn't help but said, "Since the July 7th Incident, no unit has ever been able to achieve such a record."
In the Battle of Nomenkan, nearly a thousand tanks and armored vehicles of a Soviet armored group caused the Japanese army to suffer huge losses.
The number of Japanese soldiers killed by tank shelling and aerial bombs alone reached 60% of the death toll.
This astonishing data made the Japanese Army determined to expand its tank force.
But so far, the entire Japanese Army has only 11 organic tank regiments.
The rest are the tank brigades or tank squadrons under the division or brigade.
Although Japanese tanks are famous for being thin-skinned and small, they are not easy for the Chinese team to deal with.
Even if the enemy is equipped with anti-tank guns and anti-tank guns on the frontal battlefield, there is not much they can do with it.
And right before our eyes, the Japanese tank regiment was wiped out, and it was also an Eighth Route Army. This was so shocking.
"It seems that we have witnessed history and miracles." Chu Yunfei exclaimed.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chu Yunfei would never have believed that an Eighth Route Army unit could actually destroy a Japanese tank regiment.
"The main reason is that the weapons and equipment in the hands of the Eighth Route Army are so good." Fang Ligong said, "If the equipment in the hands of our 358th Regiment is so good, we can also do it."
Chu Yunfei glanced sideways at Fang Ligong. He knew that Fang Ligong had some prejudices against the Eighth Route Army. Like Principal Chang, he believed that the Eighth Route Army disobeyed the orders of the Nationalist Government's Military Commission and left the frontal battlefield without authorization, advancing behind enemy lines to carry out guerrilla warfare in the name of saving lives.
strength.
It seems that this great victory in front of him has not changed Fang Ligong's prejudice against the Eighth Route Army.
Chu Yunfei said, "In addition to weapons and equipment, this Eighth Route Commander's tactical command ability is very extraordinary. Let's go over and meet each other later."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Fang Ligong was about to advise Chu Yunfei to have less contact with the Eighth Route Army, but the words came to his lips but he did not say them out.
No one could stop what Chu Yunfei decided to do, not even Chief Yan and Principal Chang, let alone other people's meritorious service.
Suddenly, Fang Ligong's expression changed, and there was a buzzing motor sound in his ears. He raised his head and raised his telescope to look at the southern sky. Three Japanese aircraft as big as ants appeared in the field of view of the telescope.
Fang Ligong said, "It seems that the Eighth Route Army is in trouble."
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At the same time, on the Eighth Route Army position.
All the commanders and fighters of the new regiment also heard the sound of the Japanese aircraft motor coming from the sky.
"Quick, take cover, everyone lies down!" Zhao Gang shouted loudly, "Ready the machine guns for air defense!"
When the soldiers heard the order, they fell down one after another.
"Lie down, why lie down?" Li Yunlong shouted loudly, "Commander, blow the charge horn for me, go to the highway and fight hand-to-hand with the Japanese!"
"The machine guns stay in place and prepare for air defense!"
The soldiers were too densely packed on the battlefield. When the enemy planes came, they would sweep away a large area. This would be a huge disadvantage.
Although there were not many Japs left on the highway, if the soldiers rushed down and mixed with the Japs, it would be difficult for the Japs' planes to fire.
This is the experience gained by the Eighth Route Army at a heavy cost many times. The same goes for other Eighth Route troops fighting against the Japs. In order to prevent the Japs’ heavy weapons from taking advantage of them, soldiers often choose to fight hand-to-hand with the Japs during battles and get killed in hand-to-hand combat.
One earns one, and in a positional battle with the Japanese, one can only be beaten passively.
Dudududu——
The exciting and urgent charge bugle sounded immediately.
When the soldiers heard the sound of the charging horn, they felt like they had been beaten to death, their blood was boiling, their eyes were crazy, they jumped up from their positions and started to kill the Japanese.
"Kill!" A flood of killing cries rang out from both sides of the highway, and soldiers from the Eighth Route Army all over the mountains and plains went to kill the Japanese.
The Japanese who were lying on the ground climbed up from the ground with a roar, holding a bayonet and facing him head-on. Two waves of gray and yellow colors suddenly made a mess on the road.
It's just that there is very little yellow, and most of it is gray.
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The sky in the southwest of Hulugou.
Three planes flew in a combat formation toward the sky above Hulugou.
The Type 96 attack aircraft was in front, and two Nakajima fighter jets followed behind to escort them, one on the left and one on the right.
Both aircraft are Nakajima Type 1 "Falcon" fighter jets, equipped with two 127 mm caliber machine guns, and each fighter carries two 60 kg aerial bombs under its wings.
The weapon system of the Type 96 attack aircraft is three 77mm machine guns, and 10 100kg aerial bombs mounted under the wings.
The person on the right who is in charge of driving the Type 96 attack aircraft is Major Yoshinobu Kuroiwa, leading the formation. Their mission is to rush to the rescue of the 7th Tank Regiment. Once they see the Eighth Route Army, they will attack them immediately.
Major Yoshinobu Kuroiwa's flight formation flew all the way north along the Tongpu Highway. Under the wings of the aircraft was the standard loess terrain of Shanxi, and only occasionally could one see a patch of woods and green.
The three planes lined up in a neat battle formation and headed straight towards Hulugou. Within 20 minutes, they saw smoke rising above the highway, almost covering half of the sky.
Kuroiwa Yoshinobu felt that this was simply the easiest flying combat mission in the world. The Eighth Route Army had no air force or air defense weapons and could only be beaten on the ground.
Just like two centuries ago, the mainland Indians armed with bows, arrows and spears were fighting hand-to-hand with firearms. The two sides were not on the same level at all.
In this regard, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu always feels a sense of shame, like a martial arts master attacking a defenseless child. This is really nothing to boast about.
Two Nakajima fighter jets flew up, and Kuroiwa Yoshinobu signaled to the two fighter jets at the same time that they were about to dive bomb, and you two should be my wingman cover.
Immediately, Yoshinobu Kuroiwa pulled the control stick, and the nose of the plane suddenly sank downwards, roaring across the sky and flying towards Hulugou.
Kuroiwa Yoshinobu noticed that there were no figures on both sides of the road below. As he got closer, he saw dense crowds of people on the road below, mixed with gray and yellow.
All the Japanese tanks parked on the road were destroyed, and the billowing smoke rose from these tanks.
Oh my god, Yoshinobu Kuroiwa exclaimed, what the hell happened?
Although he didn't know what happened, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu knew that the 7th Tank Regiment was finished.
After a moment of hesitation, Yoshinobu Kuroiwa released his grip on the machine gun and bomb release button, and three aircraft passed by at a very low altitude.
But at this moment a sudden change occurred!
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
This chapter has been completed!