Devils are all arrogant.

Let them admit failure? Can't fight?

It's difficult.

Dead duck's mouth is hard.

No more than this.

Upstairs.

Seeing that this group of devils still insisted on rushing forward after suffering the full coverage of artillery fire, Fang Yu was surprised.

"Brother Fang, this group of little devils ... is a real head iron."

Chu Yunfei's eyes glanced towards a distance, and now I couldn't help but see it.

It's a bit interesting.

"It's not their head iron, but they really can't help it."

"The artillery is bombarded, and their firepower is not enough."

"Retreat? They dare not, after all, there is a prince in Longcheng."

"The Devil Prince is still with a sigh of relief ..."

"As long as the prince of the devil is still there, this group of devils will rush forward."

"hehe……"

"But this is good."

"Save a lot of trouble!"

"If this group of devils are scattered, you want to kill them one by one, and it will take a little energy."

Fang Yu smiled slightly, and then calmly said.

"Order Wang Chengzhu, let his five artillery camps fight hard!"

"In addition, the five tanks of our tank strengthening camps don't even move in a hurry ..."

"Put as a firestick on the spot, bombard the devil ..."

"General machine guns, the light machine gun, the second battalion of the light machine gun ... full shooting, strengthen the firepower!"

"The infantry regiment and the three infantry regiments were fully fired!"

"The Cavalry Regiment is prepared for harvesting devils."

Fang Yu easily reached a fighting command.

Now it is basically a fool -style operation.

In the face of absolute firepower, any of the sorrowful means is vulnerable.

The seven thousand people now fight are reluctant to be the same as the ghost's brigade in terms of the number of people. After all, this Guizi Brigade has now encountered a round of bombardment.

It's.

The number of people is flat.

But what about firepower?

It is not a level at all.

Firepower ... crushed.

The 81 Tingle MG42 General Machine Gun of the General Machine Gun was settled for a long time.

81 Ting the universal machine gun has no difference to shoot, that scene ... can only be described by overwhelming.

Go all out, every MG42 universal machine gun can be played out of thousands of latches every minute.

81 standing.

Eight,000 to make a bullet of 80,000 engines per minute.

The firepower of this general machine gun camp is enough to let this group of devils directly off the sky!

In the air, there is a smell of gunpowder everywhere.

The inexplicable and impulsiveness is inexplicable.

In the eyes, the exquisite mang burst out! It seems to cover everything!

The firepower of a general machine gun camp ... is it just the beginning ...

Five tanks deployed on the battlefield to strengthen the camp, equipped with 50 tanks!

The tank enhanced camp originally had 70 tanks, and twenty 38T light tanks were allocated to Zhou Weiguo.

The remaining 50 tanks are enough.

Among them, there are 15 tiger medium tanks!

20 Sherman medium tanks!

138T light tanks 13 cars!

There are two 97 -type medium tanks ...

Full firepower!

Fifty tanks, in addition to being equipped with fifty tank guns, are also equipped with at least 50 very important machine guns.

On each tank, at least one tight machine gun is equipped with firepower.

A big thing like a Tiger tank is simply equipped with two 7.92mm mg34 general-purpose machine guns...

The firepower was brought up directly!

The battle is booming!

The Japanese Ninth Mixed Brigade had just rushed up to the two infantry brigades, but they were instantly eroded.

And the Japs' team didn't even move forward one step!

moment!

Two thousand Japs!

How to fight this?

He instantly became extremely frightened.

The Japanese Ninth Mixed Brigade lost another two thousand troops at this moment...

Now there are only 5,000 Japs left.

At this moment, I am in a wretched state, so I dare not move forward rashly!

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

The commander of the Japanese Ninth Mixed Brigade, Shimamoto Rio, seemed to be possessed by a demon at the moment. He kept shouting about killing the chicken...

"Attack!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Who allowed you to withdraw?"

"Continue the attack!"

"Imperial Warrior! Invincible!"

The leader of the Japs Brigade howled.

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, when we arrived, there were nine thousand Imperial warriors!"

"Look now, we only have five thousand people left!"

"And it was also covered by enemy artillery fire..."

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, if we continue on this trend, it won't be long before our entire army is wiped out!"

"By then...all of them will die..."

"Everyone must die..."

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, we are here to aid Longcheng, not to die..."

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, it's too scary..."

The Japanese Major's combat staff pursed his lips. At this moment, he seemed to see hell unfolding in front of him!

Waves of horror are coming!

At this moment, he just wants to keep vomiting...

"Baga!"
To be continued...