"The Eighth Route Army should have equipped the troops with the heavy artillery and tanks they captured at the dock!" The captain running next to the regiment captain said his guess.
"But where did they get so many artillery and armored troops..." The commander still couldn't figure it out. His mind was full of questions. He frowned and continued to ask.
"Artillery and armored troops are different from infantry... they must undergo long-term training to form combat effectiveness..."
"The Eighth Route Army is not even equipped with heavy artillery and tanks. It is absolutely impossible to train so many artillery and armored troops..."
Seeing that the commander became more and more angry as he spoke, the captain hesitated for several seconds before speaking again: "Sir..."
"It's not like all the Eighth Route Army is not equipped with heavy artillery and tank troops..."
"The Yizhong Eighth Route Army, which is heading north to raid Pingjin, is equipped with a large number of heavy artillery and tanks."
"If the Eighth Route Army that raided Tianjin Wharf came from Yinzhong, they might indeed have prepared a large number of artillerymen and armored troops in advance..."
"Seize the heavy artillery and tanks stored at the dock by the front army and equip the troops with them, and then use these heavy equipment to attack us..."
Hearing this, the captain's face turned pale and he shouted: "It's over..."
"If the heavy artillery and tanks that attacked us all came from Tianjin Pier, then it means that the Eighth Route Army that attacked the terminal could only have come from Yi Zhong..."
"With a sufficient number of gunners and armored troops, all the heavy artillery and tanks we have stored at the dock may be equipped by the Eighth Route Army."
"They can dispatch forty tanks to attack us now, and in the next battle they may dispatch sixty tanks..."
"There are also countless heavy artillery and mountain field artillery to provide artillery support to the tank troops..."
"And all we have is a group of ordinary soldiers with flesh and blood... How can we block the enemy's torrent of steel..."
Perhaps it was to prove the co-captain's premonition.
As soon as he finished speaking, a desperate cry from his subordinates sounded in his ears: "Sir..."
"The enemy tank troops are coming towards us..."
"We are not equipped with anti-tank weapons and are completely unmatched..."
"Boom, boom, boom... boom, boom, boom..."
The roar of tanks, the firing of vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, and the explosion of artillery shells... were like a symphony, constantly ringing in the ears of the regiment commander, and the sounds were getting closer and closer.
Facing the despairing expressions of his subordinates, the commander didn't know what to do.
As the old saying goes, in the face of absolute strength, any strategy is false and of no use.
This sentence is particularly appropriate when applied to today’s little devils.
Facing the oncoming steel torrent, no matter how hard his subordinates tried their best, how they fought back, or even launched a suicide attack on the tank with explosives in their hands, they all ended in failure.
"Protect the captain and retreat quickly..." The guard captain brought the captain, who was also in despair, back to reality.
The guards held the regimental commander to the left and right and moved away from the chariot troops.
But they only have two legs, and no matter how fast they are, they can't beat the assault speed of a chariot.
The roar of the engine is still approaching.
"Boom boom..."
Two explosions suddenly rang out not far from the commander of the unit, and fire flew out. At least five little Japs were overturned in the explosion and fell to the ground without moving.
The close-range explosion completely calmed down the commander. He threw away the guard guarding him and loudly ordered: "You can't run away anymore."
"The speed of the tank is much faster than our retreat on foot. No matter how fast we run, we will eventually be caught up by the armored tank and destroyed on the retreat road."
"Only by confronting the enemy head-on can we have hope of survival."
"Stop retreating..."
"Machine gun cover, set up all mortars and mountain artillery, and block the enemy tank troops head-on."
The captain's first reaction was that he had heard it wrong. He frowned and asked, "But the mortars and light and heavy machine guns we are equipped with cannot threaten the tanks equipped by the eight enemies..."
"A frontal attack is like hitting an egg against a stone. Wouldn't it make you die faster?"
The commander of the regiment replied solemnly: "I know that light and heavy machine guns and mortars cannot threaten the safety of tanks, and I don't expect the troops to use light and heavy machine guns and mortars to destroy the tank troops attacking us."
"I just want the mortars and light and heavy machine guns to disperse the firepower of the tank troops, use the smoke generated by the explosion of the shells to cover the enemy's sight, and create conditions for the death squads to approach the tanks."
"After the artillery fired, each unit immediately organized death squads to launch a counterattack against the enemy tanks and used explosive bags to kill the tanks attacking us."
"This is our only chance to survive this attack."
"quick……"
The captain continued to remind: "But just now, the troops organized death squads to launch a counterattack against the tank troops that attacked us, but they all ended in failure?"
The commander of the regiment answered sharply: "That's because their counterattack has no organization and no artillery to provide fire cover..."
"Excuting an order……"
…………
"Boom boom boom..."
The explosion of mortar shells soon sounded in the torrent of steel organized by Huang Yu.
Firelight splashed, thick smoke billowed, and acrid gunpowder smoke spread to the surroundings at the same time, bit by bit blocking the sight of the armored soldiers.
In order to increase the chances of the suicide squads successfully detonating, the commander sent out more than 200 suicide squads at one time.
They formed a line of skirmishers and quickly rushed towards the forty tanks.
"Dong dong dong..."
Although the smoke from the mortar shells quickly filled the entire battlefield, there were a total of forty armored tanks launching the counterattack, and there were always a few armored tanks whose sight was not blocked.
The machine gunners immediately targeted these little Japanese suicide squads, as if bullets were free of charge, and fired with all their might.
As soon as they moved, the armored soldiers on other tanks also realized that something was wrong and joined the battle one after another.
More importantly, every move of the Japanese army did not escape Huang Yu's eyes.
"Let the mortar company fire three rounds of salvos directly in front of the tank troops, then quickly adjust the shooting target, fire freely, and fire specifically at places where there are many Japs..." Huang Yu ordered, holding up his binoculars.
This was the last gift he prepared for the returning reinforcements of the Japanese and puppet troops.
The heavy artillery unit is responsible for intercepting the Japanese tank troops and severely damaging the Japanese tank troops.
The armored fighting vehicle troops faced the Japanese and puppet infantry head-on, defeated them, and completely annihilated them.
The mortar company is responsible for covering and protecting the tank troops.
Mortar shells cannot damage the tank, especially the Little Devil medium tank that Huang Yu just captured at the Tianjin dock. Even if the shell hits the side of the tank, or hits the tank, it will only leave traces on the tank body.
A white spot.
But the little Japanese death squads who rushed to ambush the tank were different.
The flying mortar shell fragments can easily blow them into sieves, thus achieving the purpose of protecting the tank.
