As the order was given, the sounds of tanks starting up came one after another, and bursts of thick green smoke came out of the exhaust pipes of the tanks, as if giant beasts were waking up from their sleep and exposing their ferocious claws.
Looking at the neat rows of tanks, infantry fighting vehicles and the armored personnel carrier behind him, Wu Jilong showed a satisfied smile on his face. He then got into the turret, grabbed the microphone and connected to the public channel.
He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Brothers, the time we have been waiting for has arrived. Now obey my orders and set out together to tear all the little devils in front of us into pieces."
The "rumbling" sound of the engine suddenly increased, and the dozens of tanks at the front rushed forward like arrows, wearing armor and holding out their spears fearlessly like knights in ancient times.
Rushing forward, they know no pain and are not afraid of death. Their only mission is to tear apart all the enemies in front of them.
The violent bombardment finally stopped, and Ryogo Ikeda dragged his still trembling body out of the small hole. He felt that the bombardment just now seemed to tear his nerves to pieces. He had always been proud of his strong body.
The body is also shaking constantly.
At that moment, Ryogo Ikeda had never felt that death was so close to him. Several times the shells landed not far from the small hole where he was hiding. He knew that the small hole where he was hiding could not withstand even a single blow.
He thought he was going to die here today due to the bombardment of small-caliber artillery shells, but when the bombardment stopped in the end, he was surprised to find that he was still lucky to be alive.
When the stumbling Ikeda Ryogo walked to the position with slow steps, he found that the once familiar position had become desolate, and the black soil that was hardened by the cold had turned into fluffy mud.
Ikeda Ryogo stepped on the fluffy soil, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and came to the shell-proof cave in his memory. All he saw was a huge bomb crater with a diameter of more than fifty meters, and there were people inside.
He has long since disappeared, and there is no one in the entire position.
"Is there anyone else? Ono-kun, Asakusa-kun, Sergeant Commander Ozawa, where are you?" Ryogo Ikeda shouted in panic in front of the position.
"Come out quickly! The bombardment has stopped. Come out quickly. The Chinese are about to attack." Ryogo Ikeda's shout already had a hint of crying. Is he the only one left in the entire position? It turns out that there was a
There are more than 300 people in the squadron.
At this time, bursts of rumbling and harsh metal friction sounds reached his ears. Ikeda Ryogo turned his head and looked around, and saw a group of black steel monsters rushing toward their position at high speed.
"The Chinese tanks are coming, Ono-kun, where are your anti-tank guns? Come on, come on."
On the battlefield, Ryogo Ikeda was still running and shouting crazily. With his hands empty, he was desperately looking for any weapon that could be launched. He knew that there was nothing left for him to hide now, and he was caught by the opposite army.
Otherwise, there is only one way to die. This is what is said in the propaganda of the Kwantung Army. They will use the captured prisoners to practice bayonet for new recruits, and may also use them to torture to death, just like what the imperial soldiers once did to the people on this land.
Same things happened.
"Damn, weapons, I need weapons"
Finally, Ikeda Ryogo found a Type 38 rifle and two grenades next to a mutilated corpse. But Ikeda Ryogo knew that it would be tantamount to holding such rags to resist the overwhelming group of tanks coming in front.
The mantis acts like a chariot, "Cannon, I need cannon"
Ryogo Ikeda tried his best to recall where the squadron leader hid the precious combat anti-cannon yesterday. Oh, I remembered, the squadron leader hid the combat anti-cannon behind the position. There was a small hole there.
, just enough to put that short combat cannon in.
Thinking of this, Ryogo Ikeda ran desperately towards the back of the position.
"Be careful, the tanks in front should maintain speed and not be too forward to avoid being hit by the remaining firepower of the Japanese army." Major Battalion Commander Du Jingtao commanded more than 20 tanks to march on the land full of uneven bomb craters, the turrets were alert
of turning around.
"These damn bomb craters make me feel like I'm dancing right now," the driver in front complained in a low voice.
"Okay, lower your head, there is a pit ahead."
As soon as the driver finished speaking, the tank made a sharp turn, and Du Jingtao's head suddenly hit the hard inner wall of the turret. Fortunately, the leather cap on his head blocked it, and Du Jingtao just felt dizzy.
Du Jingtao touched his numb head and complained: "I say Sun Ping, can you please be careful? If this continues, instead of being beaten to death by the Japanese, we will be shocked to death by you first."
"I don't want to either, but this damn crater is not good for anti-tank guns, so get out of the way."
Before Sun Ping could finish his words, there was a flash of fire in front of him and a 37-caliber anti-tank shell had already kissed the tank Du Jingtao was riding.
There was a loud "bang", and Du Jingtao and the others felt that the tank was shaken, but they continued to move forward under the driving of Sun Ping.
"Bang, bang," a stream of white smoke came out of the Northwestern Tiger's gun, and a stream of black smoke rose into the sky six hundred meters ahead on the right.
Ryogo Ikeda dragged the 432-kilogram Pak37 anti-aircraft gun with difficulty on the soft ground. Just now, some reckless guy nearby fired a hasty shot. Ryogo Ikeda saw the shot with his own eyes.
The shells hit the opponent's tanks but bounced off the thick armor of the tanks. It seemed that the only way to destroy the Chinese tanks was to hit them from behind.
But when he saw the densely packed infantry fighting vehicles and armored transport vehicles behind the opponent's tanks, Ryogo Ikeda felt very cold in his heart.
"No matter what, even if we die in battle, we can't let the Chinese capture them alive." Ryogo Ikeda didn't want to try that kind of dilemma where he couldn't survive but could not survive.
"Okay, since the tank's armor is too thick for me to penetrate, then I'll hit the infantry fighting vehicles and armored personnel carriers behind them." Yoshida Ryogo dragged the anti-tank gun to a concave ground with difficulty, and there was just a small hole on it.
A shooting groove, from here you can just observe the movement in front, but it is difficult for the tanks on the opposite side to find you.
Ikeda Ryogo took out a yellow-orange and slender artillery shell from the box next to him and loaded it. Since he was not a specialized combat artilleryman, although he could barely fire a cannon, his accuracy was not flattering. Therefore, Ikeda Ryogo
After Wu loaded the shells, he lay quietly aside, waiting for the target to approach.
Gradually, those black monsters finally got closer and closer, reaching a distance of a hundred meters away. A huge and black figure broke into Ryogo Ikeda's sight, and now, he pulled the gun rope fiercely.
A low gunshot sounded, and the slender armor-piercing projectile rushed forward at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.
With a "bang", Du Jingtao's tank was caught off guard and hit by another bullet. This time the impact was so loud that Du Jingtao closed his eyes and waited for death.
However, the 120 mm thick armor saved another car's life. Du Jingtao, who thought he was going to be doomed this time, opened his eyes in surprise.
"At the camp base, we found the trajectory direction, twelve o'clock direction, less than a hundred meters away," the driver Sun Ping reported loudly.
Being hit by two bullets in less than ten minutes, while the other tanks in the battalion were unscathed, anyone would be outraged if such a thing happened to their head.
Du Jingtao said with a sullen face: "Asshole, no one is allowed to fire. Sun Ping rushed over and crushed that bastard. I'm going to use that bastard's intestines to lubricate our tracks."
"I've been keeping an eye on that kid for a long time. You can decide the camp location as mine." After saying this, Sun Ping increased the accelerator, and the Siberian Tiger rushed forward like a whirlwind.
"Ah Baga" Ikeda Ryogo finally collapsed after seeing that the anti-aircraft artillery hit the enemy's frontal armor but could only leave a small crater.
He raised the Type 38 rifle with one hand, grabbed the grenade with the other, and rushed forward. Just like the brave Don Quixote rushing towards the huge windmill with his knight's gun. Well, the courage is commendable.
But the result was not very good.
Amidst the two explosions, a Siberian Tiger with a black tiger head printed on the turret rushed out of the smoke unscathed, except that for some reason there was a layer of red and white minced meat on its tracks.
The Siberian Tiger loaded the anti-tank cannon in front of it without hesitation, crushing the thing that was still firing shells just now into a pile of scrap metal.
"Reporting to the division seat, this is the forward battalion. Our troops have broken through the first line of defense of the Japanese army. The resistance is light. Please give instructions on the next step."
"Continue to advance toward the second line of defense of the Japanese army and eliminate all enemies in front."
"Yes, keep going"
The black monsters crossed over the trench that was almost flattened by the bombing, and continued to rush forward without hesitation. That was where the Japanese army gathered heavily.
At the headquarters of the 149th Division, Major General Shun Maruyama, who had just been promoted from chief of staff to acting division commander, was made dizzy by the bad news coming from everywhere in the headquarters.
The 121st Regiment and the 122nd Regiment are all still in pieces, and now only the 120th Regiment in the entire division is still resisting.
"Report, the 120th Wing requests tactical guidance"
"Order the engineering brigade to rush to the rescue of the 120th Regiment immediately. This is our last position and we must not lose it again." Jun Maruyama sighed and then secretly glanced at the former division commander Tamura Yoshitomi who was still sitting aside.
There were two expressionless military policemen guarding him behind him. He was originally supposed to be escorted back to Fengtian immediately, but now it was not safe on the road, so he had to be detained at the headquarters first.