"Baga Yalu! You coward, why don't you carry a pack of explosives?" Colonel Nomura Mao stared at the private soldier like a hungry wolf, as if he wanted to eat him.
The trembling private soldier said tremblingly: "Your Majesty Colonel, I... I am still young, and I don't want to die yet!"
"Bah!" A furious Nomura immediately slapped the soldier twice and scolded loudly: "You bastard, you are not worthy of being a glorious imperial warrior. You have only one choice now, or carry explosives on your back."
Go up there and blow up the Chinese tanks, or be hacked to death by me, you choose one!"
"I...I..." The private lowered his head and his bent body was shaking. No matter which of these two roads he chose, it would be a dead end. It seemed that Colonel Nomura was determined to break him.
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The private raised his head and saw that Colonel Nomura Mao had grabbed the command sword at his waist with his right hand and was looking at him murderously. It was obvious that he was about to draw the sword because of an inconvenience. A trace of despair flashed in his eyes.
, said sadly: "Okay, Colonel, I'll just go."
Hearing this, Colonel Nomura Mao put down his right hand that was holding the saber tightly, and his tense expression slowly softened, and he nodded and said: "Yoshi, very good, this is how I look like a warrior of the Japanese Empire.
"
After saying that, Nomura Mao personally stepped forward, picked up an explosive pack and tied it firmly to the private's back. Finally, he patted his shoulder and asked, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
The private said sadly: "Your Excellency, Colonel, my name is Nagano Jiro. I hope that after returning to Japan, Your Excellency Colonel, you can help me visit my old mother in Fukuoka. Please!"
Nomura Mao nodded: "Don't worry, if I can return to Japan, I will definitely help you visit your old mother, so you can go without worry!"
"Hai, thank you, Colonel!" Nagano Jiro said and rushed out first.
The hazy smoke still shrouded the sky over Shicheng. The dust raised by the explosion of artillery shells, gunpowder smoke and smoke bombs constantly released by people made the county town always shrouded in hazy smoke. In addition, there has been no wind in the past few days.
The visibility is never very high.
Zhou Xiaobo carefully used the periscope to observe the movement outside the tank. At this time, the tank he was riding in had stopped. The engine was running at low speed and made a low sound. The thick armor dampened the sound of guns and gunfire outside the tank.
There was a lot of noise, which also caused a rare silence in the tank.
Lu Daliang was replacing new ammunition chains on the parallel machine gun next to the main gun. In the previous strafing, he had finished shooting four ammunition chains. Because he had fired too many bullets in one go, he only felt bursts of bullets at this time.
A numbness came from my shoulders.
He moved his shoulders with difficulty, put the bullet chain into the slot on the barrel of the gun with some difficulty, and then pressed the cover hard, there was a crisp click, and the entire bullet chain was installed.
Shaking his numb hands, Lu Daliang put his eyes to the front shooting hole and looked out. Due to the small space inside the tank and safety reasons, the shooting hole naturally could not be opened very large, so he
Since he could only see a limited number of targets within an angle of thirty degrees in front, and the visibility outside was not good, Lu Daliang could only vaguely see a place more than a hundred meters away.
At this time, Lu Daliang suddenly saw a figure of a Japanese soldier wearing a khaki military uniform running in this direction. The soldier was bent over and running in an S-shaped route, carrying a bag on his back.
A rattling thing was already less than twenty meters away from him. As soon as Lu Daliang saw it, he pulled the trigger of the gun without thinking, and the machine gun in his hand rang out at the same time.
"Da da da……"
With the sound of the machine gun, the soldier became unstable and immediately fell to the ground. When he reached the bottom, a loud noise erupted from his position. Even though he was dozens of meters away
, protected by thick armor on the outside, Lu Daliang and the members inside the tank could still feel a shock wave pouring in from the gaps in the tank.
Correspondent Zhao Dongming, who was sitting behind Lu Daliang, changed his expression. He was frightened for a while and said in a trembling voice: "Fuck, the little devil wants to play with us and die together!"
As soon as Zhao Dongming finished speaking, Zhou Xiaobo immediately shouted loudly: "Ma Dongchang, reverse the car quickly, back up quickly, back up!"
After finishing speaking, Zhou Xiaobo snatched the microphone from Zhao Dongming's hand and the headset in his ear and shouted loudly: "068 calls 055, the Japanese army is organizing soldiers to carry out suicide attacks on us, repeat it,
The Japanese army is launching a suicide attack on me! Please retreat immediately, please retreat immediately!"
Soon, a hoarse voice rang in the headset: "Zero 55 understands, all vehicles conduct cross covering fire and retreat two hundred meters at the same time!"
Zhou Xiaobo said loudly: "Understood, carry out cross cover shooting and retreat two hundred meters at the same time!"
At this time, without Zhou Xiaobo issuing another order, Ma Dongchang had already increased the accelerator, and the thirty-two-ton tank suddenly jumped back. The sudden increase in speed made everyone in the tank jump forward. Zhou Xiaobo's
His head hit the wall in front of him so hard that even though Zhou Xiaobo was wearing a thick leather hat, he was struck with dizziness.
"Grass!"
Before Zhou Xiaobo had time to curse, the machine gun in Lu Daliang's hand rang out again, and his curses were immediately drowned in the continuous gunfire.
The tank company that was the first to rush to the city wall slowly retreated two hundred meters under the Japanese suicide attack. Although it retreated, the machine guns and tank cannons on the tanks did not stop speaking, and the raindrops of bullets were still dense.
They blocked the road ahead, which also caused the Japanese death squads who rushed out carrying explosive bags to fall to the gunpoint one by one. Those who were more lucky were killed directly on the spot, while those who were unlucky were beaten on the spot.
The explosive bag on his body exploded and he was left with no bones left.
Nagano Jiro lay in a crater more than half a meter deep, listening to the whizzing of bullets that kept passing over his head, his whole body was shivering. Nagano Jiro was the first to rush out of the city gate, but now all the suicide squad members
Almost all of them died in the battle, but he survived. The reason is very simple, because he who was the first one to rush out immediately fell into the crater and hid.
Listening to the bullets whizzing past his head, Nagano Jiro felt waves of panic and helplessness welling up in his heart. He didn't want to die like this. He was still young. He was only twenty-one years old.
"No, I can't die like this. I still have an old mother. I...I have never touched a woman's hand in my whole life. I...I am not willing to do it! But as a warrior of His Majesty the Emperor, it is important to be loyal to the Emperor.
We should fulfill our responsibilities!" A crazy voice screamed in Nagano Jiro's heart.
Just when Nagano Jiro was fighting between heaven and man in his heart, a figure suddenly appeared from another bomb crater nearby. Nagano Jiro looked up and saw that this man was also holding a heavy explosive pack in his arms. He knew immediately
The other party is also a death squad member like himself.
I saw this soldier screaming and jumping out of a crater nearby. He was holding a heavy explosive bag and was about to pull the fuse, but was interrupted by the machine gun on another T-34 tank in front.
His arms and the explosive bag he held in his arms also fell back into the crater next to him. The impact of the machine gun pushed him to the ground. When he was about to stand up on his elbows, a line of stained liquid appeared in front of his eyes.
Steel track walls of bloody mud.
"Pa!" The sound like a watermelon breaking was inaudible amidst the rumbling sound of the engine. Only among the deep marks made by the tracks, a piece of human-shaped flesh and blood was deeply imprinted on the ground.
The death of this comrade made Nagano Jiro, who was already fighting between heaven and man, even more panicked. Looking at the bloody bloody mark not far from him, Nagano Jiro quickly removed the explosive pack behind his back.
The second one was untied, and then it was still far away, not daring to look at it again.
It's just that Nagano Jiro's luck was not very good. When he stood up and just threw out the explosive bag, he was spotted by a tank in the distance. The tank's barrel slowly turned around. When the barrel pointed
When Nagano Jiro was shooting, there was a flash of fire at the muzzle of the gun. Nagano Jiro felt a wave of heat pushing violently from his back, and he didn't know anything anymore...
The desperate attack organized by Colonel Nomura Mao was quickly crushed by the steel monster outside the city with a rain of metal bullets.
Looking at the rumbling sound of artillery, a trace of anxiety flashed in the eyes of Wang Zhi, commander of the 1st Armored Regiment two miles away from Shicheng. He turned to ask the chief of staff behind him: "Chief of Staff Li, are the people of the new second division still here?"
Haven’t you arrived yet?”
Chief of Staff Li Chaoyang shook his head: "Sir, we just received a call from the New Second Division. Their vanguard has arrived at Xiaowangzhuang behind. It is estimated that they will arrive in ten minutes."
"Hey...what the hell is this!" Wang Zhi shook his head. The current army expansion was so drastic that although the size of the army increased rapidly, the speed and overall quality of the army dropped. Even such basic troops
There are frequent mistakes in infantry and tank coordination. It seems that there is still a long way to go to improve the overall quality of the army.
However, Wang Zhi looked at the rain of bullets that were still spraying out from the city wall, and he felt a little worried again. The thickness of the stone city wall was beyond his expectation. The tanks in front had been bombarding it for nearly half an hour, but they still
The city wall was not demolished. If the city wall was not demolished, it would make the infantry charge more difficult later.
Just when he was about to turn around and say something, there was a buzzing sound above his head.
Listening to this familiar roar, Wang Zhi's face flashed with joy.
"Stuka, that's our Stuka!"
As soon as Wang Zhi finished speaking, a violent explosion sounded from the city wall in front of him.
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