Seeing that only a small Japanese army dared to rush forward to the national army several times theirs, the officers of the 32nd Army were so angry that they cursed and ordered their subordinates to shoot and block them. However, although their infantry light weapons were strong enough, they still had no effect on the tanks like tickling.

"What a panic! Are the guys in your hands burning sticks? Shoot me and beat him up!"

"Machine gunner? Machine gunner! Gather the fire and shoot! Stop the Japanese cavalry!"

Several grassroots officers cursed and led their subordinates to the top, and their commander, a colonel officer riding a horse, shouted loudly while waving the whip in his hand:

"Don't panic! The first battalion commander! Organize the blasting hand! Go up and blow up the Japanese tank!"

"yes!"

The first battalion commander lying in the grass nest pulled the hat on his head and rushed out with his waist.

"Sentencer! Go to the bridge to tell the engineers that if the Japanese tanks come onto the bridge, don't worry, we will blow up the bridge directly! The two small bunkers on the bridge's end will not be able to defend them at all."

The colonel jumped off the army horse, handed the rope to the orderly soldier, pulled out his wreck gun from his waist, and gritted his teeth and issued a cruel order to the commander.

If the bridge is really blown up, not only the Japanese will be separated by the Ganjiang River. The colonel and his subordinates will have to fight against the Japanese.

"The tank is here! The Japanese tank is here!"

The messenger ran wildly towards the bridge while roaring. Behind him, two large and two small Japanese tanks were firing powerfully in the defense line temporarily organized by the 32nd Army, wantonly crushing the bodies of Chinese officers and soldiers.

"Da da da da!"

A hastily established heavy machine gun position of the National Army opened fire at a distance of 60 meters toward a Japanese tank at the forefront. Although the dense bullets made the front armor jingle and Mars splash, the Type 89 medium tank was not affected at all and was still moving forward with a crunch.

"boom!"

It seemed that he felt that the heavy machine gun was still a significant threat to the two light combat vehicles. Another medium-sized tank of Type 89 turned the turret slightly, and a 57mm grenade flew out of the cannon chamber, lifting the heavy machine gun of the National Army dozens of meters away into the sky.

"boom!"

Another shell drilled out of the muzzle and blasted five or six Chinese officers and soldiers who were squatting together into the air - they were the blasters who were tying cluster grenades to their bodies.

"The blasting hands are all spread out! Don't gather together!"

The roar of the first battalion commander came. He used the mull gun in his hand to shoot at the Japanese tank not far from him, but could only watch the tank rumbling towards the wounded soldiers in his blasting team in despair.

The tank passed through the hidden earth pit of the blasting team soldiers, ran through several bloody corpses, and drove towards the first battalion commander.

The body and tripod of the second and fourth-level machine gun in the regiment were blown to two places. The gun body was buried in the sand with a good appearance, just half facing downwards, just blocking the tank's way forward.

"Cruff~"

The tank ran over the machine gun without hesitation and pressed it into the ground. The metal track and the gun body made a terrifying sound. The cooling cylinder was flattened, and all the water inside leaked out, wetting the black soil and the tank's tracks.

"Please help me..."

An injured heavy machine gunner crawled on the ground with difficulty. The fragments of the shells made his thin military uniform full of holes, and blood kept pouring out from the wounds on his body. While dyeing the military uniform red, a long blood mark was dragged out on the ground behind him.

"Climb upside! There are tanks behind!" The first battalion commander couldn't help but poke out half of his body and waved desperately at the crawling heavy machine gunner.

But on the noisy battlefield, the first battalion commander's shouting could only be said to be as slight as a mosquito. The seriously injured machine gunner thought the battalion commander was calling him to go to him, so he gritted his teeth and plucked up his last strength and got up faster.

"ah!"

Although the Type 89 medium tank was not very fast, it was not something that a wounded could escape from crawling. The Japanese tank easily caught up with the machine gunner who was trying to survive, and then cruelly started from his injured left leg that he was dragging behind and slowly crushed it.

The machine gunner's shrill screams came into the eardrums of the first battalion commander. A strong sense of grief and powerlessness filled the heart of the first battalion commander. Even his right hand holding the gun handle was white due to excessive force, he did not notice that the joints were white.

The Japanese tank seemed to be playing with Chinese officers and soldiers, but it seemed that they did not notice that there was an injured Chinese soldier under the track. After pressing the machine gunner's thigh, he stopped and began to slowly twist the turret, intending to fire the cannon.

The machine gunner's screams became less and less. The first battalion commander raised his gun twice to help the brother relieve his pain, but when he saw his former companion's face deformed due to severe pain, he really couldn't do this, so he had to grit his teeth and shrink his head back.

"boom!"

The tank fired another shot, overturned a Czech light machine gun position, and then continued to move forward with satisfaction. The first battalion commander watched his machine gunner be crushed into the soil by the Japanese tank's tracks bit by bit.

"I'll fuck you!"

The first battalion stood up in anger and fired more than ten guns at the Japanese tank, and was dragged down by two soldiers.

"boom!"

The tank fired a shot at the first battalion commander and knocked down two soldiers, which was a response to the first battalion commander.

"Hey, don't fight with the Chinese infantry anymore, just attack the bridge! We must occupy the bridge as soon as possible!"

The Japanese captain, who was sitting in the first Type 89 medium tank, kicked the driver. The tank no longer used tank guns and machine guns to harvest the lives of the surrounding Chinese soldiers, but instead increased its power and rushed towards the bridge not far away.

Seeing his commander rushing in front. Although he did not see the flag-word order, the other three Japanese tanks quickly followed the leading Type 89 tanks. The four tanks formed an arrow shape and rushed straight towards the Zhongzheng Bridge on the Ganjiang River.

The National Army had previously built two permanent small bunkers at each end of the bridge, where half a squad of infantry and a heavy machine gun position could be stationed. Such bunkers were effective in blocking the attack of light infantry, but they were obviously not enough to block the attack of tanks.

"The Japanese tank is coming!" The Kuomintang engineer's observation whistle shouted in a sharp voice.

In the bridgehead, the engineer battalion commander clasped the detonator tightly and a few drops of sweat fell from his forehead:

"Machine gun shooting!"

"Da da da da da da!"

The crossfire network composed of two heavy machine guns and several light machine guns on the bridge deck was easily blocked by warlords during the previous warlords' melee, but now it collapsed instantly under the impact of four Japanese tanks...
Chapter completed!