"Damn it! There's so much movement, the Japanese tanks should have entered the 30-meter range."
A retired PLA non-commissioned officer of the first phase, a temporary worker codenamed Qingshan, was lying in a crater made by artillery of unknown caliber, not too big or too small.
After feeling the vibration on the ground beneath me due to the rolling wheels, I muttered this sentence softly.
In such a time period of early 9 o'clock in the morning, which was not too hot, he had big beads of sweat all over his head because of the anxiety in his heart.
The beads of sweat flowed down the forehead and into the back of the eyes, causing an indescribable sting and discomfort.
As one of the operators with only 4 DIY rocket launchers left, facing the current situation where the Japanese still have 7 armored vehicles and tanks, he feels the pressure on his shoulders as much as walking up a mountain.
Damn it! Even if one shot of Iron Fist can kill one, there are still 3 Japanese armored vehicles left.
With the remaining Molotov cocktails and cluster grenades, God knows how many people would have to die to take out the remaining armored vehicles.
The problem is, even though it will pay a heavy price, you can still hold the position; but if the iron fists in the hands of people like you miss, everything may be over.
Therefore, under such huge pressure, Qingshan's heart was obviously confused.
After all, he had gone through a lot of training in the PLAD army before, but this was his first time to participate in a real life-and-death battlefield.
To say that I wasn't nervous about the current situation is completely nonsense.
As for the easy action of just looking up and seeing the Japanese armored vehicle, how far away it was from him, why did he think Mao didn't do it?
About a minute ago, he raised his head a little.
A flurry of bullets flew past the M35 helmet on his head; due to the angle, the bullets did not penetrate the German-made helmet made of molybdenum steel.
But the one on the top of the helmet left a deep mark on the spot.
As well as the "buzzing" sound in his head at that time, Qingshan was frightened.
Finally, when Qingshan was indecisive and didn't know whether he should take action, Hu Biao's roar of "do it~" came from far away, which acted as a guiding light.
After taking a deep breath, Qingshan jumped up with his DIY iron fist on his shoulders.
Kneeling on one knee, with his upper body erect and straight, the 40-fire firing posture he had practiced while serving in the PLA was displayed in an extremely standard manner at this moment.
He quickly aimed at a Vickers M25 armored car in the direction of about 10 o'clock, and then pulled the trigger.
At this moment, the Vickers M25 armored car, whose wheels were turning rapidly, was less than 20 meters away from him.
Therefore, after the iron fist was fired, it hit the left side of the target extremely accurately.
By the way! To modern people like Hu Biao, the Vickers M25 armored fighting vehicle looks like a small agricultural truck with a layer of steel plate added to the outside of the cabin.
That layer of steel plate is still riveted, and even the electric welding process is not used. Therefore, the appearance and combat effectiveness are not as good as those earthen armored vehicles in the modern plane and the Middle East.
Therefore, the relatively fragile left side of the car was hit by an iron fist.
This armored car, which looked like a joke to modern people, immediately exploded with a huge explosion.
Those were the ammunition in the armored vehicle. Almost all of them were detonated in the small space. In the blink of an eye, the warheads flying everywhere were dropped on the large number of Japanese who were following behind.
It's a pity that Qingshan, the temporary worker, can no longer see such a scene.
When he pulled the trigger and fired an iron fist, he was shot several times; a grenade fired from a grenade even exploded not far away.
While he instinctively tightened his grip on the launcher, he almost fell over with his head raised...
"Boom, boom, boom~" three consecutive explosions sounded.
Among the four Iron Fist shells that were fired suddenly, three actually hit the target. Such a result is actually quite good...
Of course, such a brilliant achievement had a lot to do with the fact that Hu Biao had been holding back until the Japanese armored vehicles came extremely close before issuing the order to take action.
One consequence of this is that it creates a greater crisis for the safety of Qingshan and other operators.
After launching the attack, all four of them were hit by the Japanese.
Since the wounds on Xu Feng and the fake foreign devil were not fatal, they could still be vaguely seen fleeing in embarrassment in the smoke of gunfire, avoiding the crazy revenge shots of the Japanese.
Qingshan and Pangzhi, a couple who seemed to have a very good relationship, have simply disappeared. Who knows if they are dead or not.
But Hu Biao still knew the saying that kindness does not control soldiers.
Suppressing the huge feeling of guilt in his heart, he shouted again: "The second team of people is ready. After counting down to tens, they will come to me immediately."
The reason why we have to count down to tens is because another round of long-range grenades were fired from the position, trying to use this method to get some cover for them.
Under such an order, Zhui Feng and the other four people jumped up from the ground in the smoke and dust caused by the explosion.
The Japanese in question were not fools. Faced with the huge consequences of being approached, the machine gunners on the armored vehicles and the infantry following behind had already tensed up their spirits to an extreme level.
Any slightest movement would result in a barrage of crazy firepower.
Then there were four people who jumped up, and three of them even had not yet stabilized their steps. They were covered by the firepower of the opponent who was only a few meters away, and they were killed on the spot after being shot many times.
Only wearing a pair of bright red AJ's Zhui Feng on her feet seemed to have magically gained superhuman luck.
‘Whoosh~’ Under the flying bullets, he actually did not do anything; he successfully hid in the blind spot of the armored vehicle’s machine gun fire and quickly approached.
Then, he smashed the two burning bottles in his hand towards the front of the car.
With a crisp sound of "dang, dang~", the fire burned violently on the shell of a Type 93 armored car.
Although the armored car did not explode immediately after it burned, to be honest, Zhui Feng no longer had to worry about their threat.
Anyway, this Japanese armored vehicle is definitely scrapped.
After continuous actions and counterattacks, the Japanese's eight-armed armored fighting vehicle force now only has three vehicles left; a total of two armored vehicles and one medium tank that the Japanese claim to be.
Counting the Japanese who died in the explosion, it can be said that the supplementary battalion achieved another amazing record.
But the key point is that the remaining three vehicles have already rushed to the position 100 meters in front of the position. At such a close distance, the terrifyingly powerful vehicle-mounted machine guns directly hit the position and the number of casualties increased rapidly.
A little further away, more Japanese infantry are about to arrive.
Under such circumstances, Yang Dongli probably muttered "MMB" on his lips, and then spontaneously said, "The third group is following me."
After saying that, he picked up a bundle of grenades at his feet.
But soon after, he found that he didn't have to do this anymore.
According to the previous statement, Zhui Feng, who originally could retreat after the operation regardless of success or failure and let the next group of personnel take over, changed his mind.
During a period of rolling, he picked up a bundle of cluster grenades from the dead indigenous soldiers and rushed towards the nearest armored vehicle.
After a loud noise, a pair of bright red AJ sneakers, emitting black smoke, fell to the ground with a bang.
It was also at this time that Hu Biao remembered a lot of things about Zhui Feng, a former little boy.
For example, this guy seems to have been in three consecutive missions. Not only did he not survive to the end each time, but he also died very early each time.
And this former little guy is actually quite reliable in his work.
The most important thing was that he clearly remembered how much this boy valued these shoes.
"What the hell! What kind of AJ are you giving me? Aren't there so many domestic brands that taste good?" With this thought in mind, Hu Biao rushed out personally carrying a bundle of explosives.
No one else can die, otherwise this mission will be over, so he should do it himself.
Maybe with the enhancement brought by bloodline ability, I am particularly suitable for doing this kind of thing?
The most important thing is that he plans to pick up such a pair of sneakers; this is definitely not because these things are extremely expensive, but also because it is a mother's feeling for a child.