East City Gate, Qinglong Street, the sand and gravel on the street are shaking.

Looking along Qinglong Street, six Japanese Type 95 tanks drove towards the 182nd Regiment's street fighting fortifications along Qinglong Street.

Behind the six Type 95 tanks, more than 500 Japanese soldiers followed closely, advancing with guns drawn.

While raising the samurai sword in his hand, the Japanese commander shouted at the top of his voice: "Third Squadron, move forward! Move forward!"

The Japanese soldiers rushed towards the street fighting fortifications of the 182nd Regiment.

When the Japanese Type 95 light tank drove to the door of a grocery store, suddenly a soldier with a cluster grenade in his arms jumped towards the leading tank.

The cluster grenade in the soldier's hand has been ignited, and plumes of smoke are emitting.

At this time, the Japanese's Type 95 light tanks were not protected by infantry, and the Japanese's infantry was always deployed behind the convoy.

Obviously, the little devil's awareness of Bu-tan collaboration is not very good.

Therefore, when the soldiers in the grocery store pounced on the Type 95 light tank, the Japanese had no time to react in time.

Rumble, rumble!

In an instant, the first Japs tank was paralyzed by a cluster grenade. The little Japs in the car had no time to escape and were all burned alive by the raging fire.

Immediately afterwards, other soldiers of the 182nd Regiment who were ambushing both sides of the street emerged from the ruins.

The first tank was attacked, and the other Japanese tanks also reacted.

Five vehicle-mounted machine guns aimed at different directions and fired wildly!

Rub rub rub!

Seeing that they were only a few steps away from the Japanese tanks, three or five soldiers of the 182nd Regiment were swept to the ground one after another.

The explosive bag that was already smoking in his hand also exploded nearby. Of course, the explosion was still some distance away from the Japanese tank, so it did not cause effective damage to the Japanese tank.

Almost at the same time, the Japanese soldiers who were following the tanks quickly responded to support the tank troops.

Suddenly raising the command knife in his hand, the Japanese commander shouted at the top of his voice: "There are Chinese soldiers in the ruins, the third squadron, covering the tanks, idiots with cocks! idiots with cocks!"

Several hundred little devils straightened up and moved towards the group of tanks and vehicles.

Picking up the weapons in their hands, the Japanese soldiers fired wildly at the ruins of houses on both sides of Qinglong Street.

Bang bang bang!

Da da da!

The dense rain of bullets flew towards the ruins on both sides of the street like grasshoppers after a disaster.

Several soldiers with cluster grenades wrapped around their chests just rushed out of a broken door, preparing to launch a second attack on the Japanese tanks. Unexpectedly, as soon as they took half a step out of the door, they were swept away by the Japanese bullets.

On the ground.

The other suicide squad members could only return to the ruins again, huddled on the broken wall to avoid the shooting of the little Japanese infantry.

If the Japanese tanks are not protected by infantry, then the death squads still have a 50% chance of winning against the Japanese tanks.

But now that the little devil's infantry have reacted, if the death squads come up at this time, it will be no different than committing suicide.

And this death penalty is worthless, because the little devil's marksmanship is not a vegetarian, and the death squad will become a living target for the Type 38 rifle if exposed on the street.

Holding back the pain in his arm, a veteran shouted in a low voice: "Battalion Commander, what should we do? We are suppressed by the little Japanese infantry!"

Lowering his head to avoid the rain of bullets from the Japs, the battalion commander shouted: "Damn it, where did the people from the second battalion die? Why haven't they shown up yet? Song Laoqi, go and see where the second battalion is now!"

Nodding to the third battalion commander, Song Laoqi replied: "Yes!"

The next moment, as Song Laoqi was about to stand up, he heard bursts of Czech light machine gun fire!

With a look of excitement on his face, Song Laoqi shouted: "Batalion Commander, listen to the gunfire, it sounds like our Czech light machine gun, the people from the second battalion are finally coming up!"

There was also a hint of overjoyedness in the second battalion commander's voice: "Yes, they are our machine guns. We have them all. Listen to my order and grab the cluster grenades in your arms. You must kill the little devil's tanks for me!"

After tightening the cluster grenades on their tight bodies, the suicide fighters squatting nearby responded one after another: "Yes!"

…

On the street, street fighting is going on.

More than 500 Japanese infantrymen were being suppressed by fire from several Czech light machine guns.

The Czech light machine guns of the Third Battalion suddenly appeared on the high ground of the houses on both sides of Qinglong Street. Because of their condescending position, they suddenly fired and fired, catching the Japanese infantry off guard.

In just three minutes, more than a dozen corpses of little Japanese were lying on the street.

Da da da!

With a long burst of fire, two Japanese soldiers who were shooting near the squadron leader were swept to the ground by the stream of bullets.

The color on his face suddenly turned livid, and the Japanese commander shouted in a hissing voice: "Baga ya road! Ikeda-kun, Ikeda-kun, have you found out where the machine guns of the China Army are?"

The machine gunners of the 2nd Battalion are very smart. They usually change places after firing a shuttle. They can be said to be elusive, like ghosts on the battlefield.

Therefore, the Japanese commander could not determine the location of the machine gun firepower point at the moment.

Secretly observing the machine gun firepower, Sergeant Ikeda, who had seventeen years of military experience, shouted: "Your Excellency, squadron commander, at two o'clock, there are two Czech light machine guns in the attic. At eleven o'clock, there is a window on the third floor of the inn.

What a Czech light machine gun!”

With a fierce look on his face, the Japanese commander raised his voice and shouted: "Akita-kun, push your Type 92 infantry cannon up to me!"

The firing range of the Type 95 tank was restricted by the buildings on Qinglong Street, and it was impossible to target high-altitude targets. However, the Type 92 infantry gun placed at the back was able to pose a threat to high-rise targets due to its long distance.

Second Lieutenant Akita agreed and waved to the artilleryman behind him!

Braving the hail of bullets, two Japanese artillerymen pushed a Type 92 infantry gun to a reasonable shelling distance.

Looking at the infantry cannon, the Japanese squadron leader shouted: "Akita-san, kill the machine gun at the two o'clock position first!"

After agreeing, Lieutenant Akita quickly calculated the approximate shooting coordinates, and then ordered the artillery to fire!

Boom!

Boom!

In the attic, two Czech-style light machine guns that were firing wildly suddenly misfired!

Amidst the violent explosion, a machine gunner of the 182nd Regiment fell from the attic.

Looking at the fire in the attic, the Japanese squadron leader looked proud: "Yoshi! Akita-san, your artillery fire is so beautiful!"

Second Lieutenant Akita shouted: "Hai!"

The Japanese squadron leader then shouted: "Just blast like this. If you see a fire point appearing on a high place, just blast me to death!"

Second Lieutenant Akita shouted: "Hai!"

After pondering for a moment, the Japanese squadron leader shouted again: "Asada-kun, Kawada-kun, you each immediately lead a small team and attack the houses on both sides. You must clear out the Chinese army in the ruins!"

The demolitions in the ruins still posed a threat to the tanks, so the Japanese squadron leader decided to launch a roundabout attack.

After bowing to the squadron leader, the two Japanese squad leaders shouted in unison: "Hai!"

Subsequently, two small groups of Japanese soldiers attacked the houses on both sides.

The walls between private houses on Qinglong Street were opened. This was originally to facilitate the movement of soldiers of the 182nd Regiment between houses. However, once the Japanese entered the room, these gaps became attack channels for the Japanese.

It was through the gaps in these walls that two small groups of Japanese soldiers launched a side attack on the Third Battalion.

Almost at the same time, the Japanese squadron leader also led the remaining infantry and tanks to rush towards the barricade fortifications guarded by the 182nd regiment leader himself.

During the charge, the desperate tactics of the 182nd Regiment's death squads failed, because the little devils had learned to be clever, and the infantry and tanks cooperated in a precise manner, so the death squads could not get close at all.

The three battalions of suicide squad soldiers who rushed out of the ruins again were knocked to the ground one after another.

Moreover, the three battalions of death squads in the ruins are also facing threats from the flanks.
Chapter completed!