In an instant, the poor Lightning-2 tank turned into a ball of fire, and the driver and machine gunner at the front of the vehicle died on the spot.

The commander and gunner in the turret came out one after another, grabbed the submachine gun and rolled on the spot, crawling back quickly against the ground, dodging the machine gun bullets flying past their foreheads, and trying to get away from the burning tank as quickly as possible. They knew that,

Soon the flames will ignite the shells at the rear of the turret and the gasoline tank.

A series of explosions began in the turret, and balls of fire rushed out of the turret's steel skin, filled with thick black smoke from gasoline, as if firecrackers were lit in a broken can shell.

But the huge fireworks also gave the two survivors and the infantry behind them cover, and they were able to retreat and take cover.

The range of the 120mm mortar was too close. It was originally intended to demolish buildings and deal with anti-tank fighters in the buildings. It was unable to bombard enemy tanks that were very close. Now the armored vehicle was carrying it and falling backwards desperately.

The 57mm self-propelled artillery came forward, preparing to take the risk to attack the "Barutu" tank.

This type of self-propelled artillery of the Ming Army is called "Steel Crossbow", and its caliber is the same as the Balutu's 57 mm. The difference is that the Balutu is a tank, and the turret can be rotated at will, allowing for better shooting.

The front armor of the Balutu tank is 65 mm thick, and the front armor of the self-propelled artillery is only 20 mm thick. However, the caliber of the artillery on both sides is large enough and the distance is close enough. Whoever hits the other side first will have the same result.

The "Steel Crossbow" bypassed the burning tank wreckage and came face to face with the "Barutu". The distance between the two sides was only a dozen meters.

The "Steel Crossbow" turned its body awkwardly, trying to point the muzzle at the Barutu tank, but the opponent simply turned the turret and fired another shot. The Ming army's "Steel Crossbow" was blown into the sky, leaving only

The bare chassis underneath was engulfed in flames.

The Balutu tank puffed out blue smoke and roared in victory. Its heavy body rolled over the rubble and drove towards the Ming army. There was a cheer in the distance behind, and the Qing army infantry followed loomingly behind and began to push back with the tank.

The only remaining Ming infantry here retreated while fighting. From time to time, they used the broken walls on both sides to fight back with anti-tank guns and machine guns. Anti-tank rifle bullets hit "Barutu" and sent sparks flying, like scratching an itch.

, the "Woodpecker Machine Gun" knocked down a few Qing infantry, but they then hid firmly behind the tank, hiding even more tightly.

The reason why these slow, thickly armored, and powerful heavy tanks are called "infantry tanks" is because although they are not good at rapid penetration at large depths, they can fight steadily and cover the infantry moving forward bit by bit.

It's perfect for advancement.

The "Balutu" seemed to be very interested in killing the Ming army's large mortar. It roared and chased at full speed. The Qing soldiers behind had to trot to keep up. However, the road of "Balutu"

The maximum speed is only 28 kilometers per hour, and the fastest speed on such ruins can only barely reach ten, which is too slow. The armored vehicle carrying a large mortar has a maximum speed of 55 kilometers per hour on the highway, and it can drive up to three on the ruins.

More than ten kilometers was simply beyond Balutu's reach, and he immediately got rid of the behemoth.

With such a terrifying thing driving in the middle of the street, no one can stay on this street. Fortunately, the streets and alleys in this area are crisscrossed, and this row of People's Guard infantry quickly disappeared into the roadside alleys and retreated.

Went to the position.

…

"We encountered at least two Balutu," Gao Dayi put down the phone and marked it on the map. "One is here. Our people were lucky enough to avoid it in time. But the other one was already very close when we found it.

We're close, we lost a Lightning-2 and a steel crossbow. Right here."

Xiang Xiaoqiang propped up his arms and stared at the map greedily. Suddenly he raised his head and asked:

"So, our ten search teams only found two enemy tanks?"

"Yes, only two vehicles were found...but the area is relatively large, and we cannot just assume that there are only two vehicles."

Nodding to Xiaoqiang, his heart slowly started to get excited.

Of course, we can't think that there are only two. But it won't be a lot. After all, these are tanks, not revolvers, and hundreds of them can be hidden in one house. It is estimated that the number of Qing tanks in the city is within single digits.

He raised his head, looked at Li Gensheng, Gao Dayi and Rommel, rubbed his hands and said with a smile:

"Then I'll take charge personally."

The three uncles looked at each other and smiled, thinking that this would satisfy the young officer's eagerness to try.

Very good, it turns out that bullying others feels so good. The land tank version of the "Bismarck Encirclement and Annihilation Battle" is about to be staged.

Xiang Xiaoqiang arranged 10 of the 13 Lightning-3s in his hand and divided them into 5 attack groups. Each group was equipped with two Lightning-2s and a 57mm "steel crossbow". In this way, each group had two medium tanks.

Two light tanks and one self-propelled anti-tank gun, five in total.

In order to facilitate the command, he temporarily named the five fighter groups as J-1 Group, J-2 Group, J-3 Group, J-4 Group, and J-5 Group.

The five vehicles in each group are named with the group name and serial number. For example, the second vehicle in the first group is called J-1-2, and the fifth vehicle in the third group is called J-3-5.

Each fighter group is equipped with a reinforced platoon of 50 people, equipped with 3 Czech light machine guns, 1 "Woodpecker" machine gun, 2 anti-tank guns, 1 flamethrower, 1 60mm mortar, high-speed

Equipped with a submachine gun in proportion. This is quite powerful.

The five fighter groups were divided into five groups. According to the standard of five vehicles fighting one, they aggressively charged into the palm-sized area, preparing to find the two "Balutu" for a group fight.

…

In the ruins of Daijia Lane, a "Kubu" medium tank turned off and was hiding here. The tank commander leaned out of the turret, looked behind, and frowned:

"I told you to get rid of this girl quickly. She keeps carrying her like this. There's a war going on here!... We're going to capture Nanjing tonight, and you can't pick pretty women at will."

Behind the tank were more than a dozen Qing soldiers. The leader of the squad leader laughed and cursed:

"Just drive your tank! Brothers, you have to relax after working so hard in the war. Damn, beautiful women...it's not easy to find such a little fairy...no matter how beautiful you are, how beautiful can you be like this?"

The squad leader's rank was the same as that of a sergeant like the vehicle commander, and he was not from the same military branch, so I had no intention of cheating on him.

"What a fool," the commander muttered, "then don't play with it now. Bundle it up and hide it in a place. It won't be too late to come back and pick it up after the battle..."

"Nonsense, it won't be ours by then..."

These Qing soldiers surrounded a beautiful young girl. The girl looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with a frightened face. Her clothes had been torn in several places, and her hands were tightly tied with thick iron wires, which had bloody marks.

She leaned against the brick wall behind her, huddled up desperately, raised her hands in front of her chest to try to block it, and begged with tears:

"Please... please, let me go... please..."

The Qing soldiers laughed loudly. A few of them forced her into a corner, tore off her clothes, reached in and touched her, and said with a smile:

"Yadan, how old are you?"

"Do you have an in-laws family?"

"Much prettier than her sister..."

The girl kept screaming, her tightly bound hands desperately resisting.

The Qing soldiers nearby shouted dissatisfiedly:

"Why are you so anxious! We are drawing lots here!"

"Go to the back of the line!"

"You bastards... you were the one who got her sister in first just now!... Is it okay to do it so soon?"

The dozen or so Qing soldiers took a box of cigarettes, broke off half of them, held them in their hands and smoked them in turns. From time to time, one of them screamed in joy.

The commander of the Kubu tank became more and more dissatisfied as he listened to the sound of artillery shells coming and going in the distance:

"Hey, why don't you send some security? What if the Ming army gets involved?"

The monitor scolded:

"Touch it? To touch it, what is this tank of yours doing? One of the three-row tanks knocked out two of the Ming army..."

The Qing soldiers at the back finished drawing lots. The first "lucky guy"'s eyes were red with excitement and he rushed forward. Several companions helped him hold down the girl's hands and feet. He roared and pulled a lot.

Girls' tops.

With a "crash", the girl's entire sleeve was torn off, exposing her entire arm. The jade-like skin further stimulated the beastly desires of the Qing soldiers, who all howled and tore at the girl's arms.

The cotton wool of the cotton-padded jacket flew around and was torn apart in the blink of an eye.

The girl bit the arm of a Qing soldier. The Qing soldier yelled, covered his arm and jumped away. The girl took out her hands and held them tightly in front of her chest, guarding the remaining bra and howling in despair.

The tank commander suddenly shouted:

"Hey, don't talk!...Listen to some noise!"

The Qing soldiers behind the tank stopped. After a shell exploded in the distance, there was a brief silence.

Everyone could clearly hear the sound of the nearby engine, which seemed to be moving slowly sideways...that is, for tens of meters.

The Qing infantry squad leader also became vigilant and ordered in a low voice:

"Everyone pay attention, prepare to fight!...Then, the thin man six, go scouting!"

The two Qing soldiers received the order and ran towards the direction of the sound with their guns in hand.

The commander put on the headset, listened for a while, and then tried to call:

"I am Ku-132, I am Ku-132...Ba-324, Ba-324,...are you?...Where are you?...I heard the reply..."

There were two hisses in the headset, but there was no response. He boldly called out again:

"I am Ku-132, I am Ku-132...Ba-223, Ba-223, where are you?...I heard the reply..."

The headset answered:

"I am Ku-132, I am Ba-223...I am in the b-3 area, and Ba-324 is with me. Where are you?"

The commander was shocked and murmured:

"That's not you. I'm in the C-6 area, far away from you... I'm about to fight. If it's convenient, I'll come with reinforcements... If it's not convenient, I can handle it myself."

After he finished speaking, he waved to the Qing soldiers behind the car and said:

"Follow me!"
To be continued...