Not to mention that the mini tank that had hid behind the rocks was never seen again. The rising of a thick black smoke showed that the small tank had really suffered indescribable damage.
But Bang Lao Er didn't have time to examine his own results. After the black smoke rose, he just punched his fist hard as an encouragement to himself, and at the same time shouted to Yao Shisan to give him a quick drink.
Smoke, and then re-aimed the machine cannon at the other car, which was being chased and hit by several other machine cannons, with its tracks turning crazily and running wildly on the hillside.
This time, Banglaoer, who had been aiming for three or four seconds, did not directly bombard the target. Instead, he aimed the machine gun at a slope twenty meters in front of the right side of the Xiaoduding tank. The small tank had just rushed up the slope crazily.
At that moment, the trigger was suddenly pulled.
The thirty-degree inclination just exposed the more fragile chassis armor of the front of the 94 small tank. The five machine gun shells that were suddenly swept out hit at least three of them. The steel-core armor-piercing bullets penetrated the fragile bottom of the tank and penetrated three holes the size of a baby's fist.
At the same time, the high temperature of thousands of degrees generated by penetrating the armor directly detonated the ammunition box in the vehicle, and continuous explosions like exploding beans continued to sound in the small cockpit of the tank.
Of course, the tank driver, commander and shooter died in the heat the moment the shell penetrated the cab. This may be the most thankful thing for them besides their sad death. At least, they did not
He suffered from the pain of bullets exploding, projectiles flying in all directions and being turned into a mess of flesh.
Originally designed with only two crew members and one heavy machine gun, the Type 94 Xiaodouding was only used as a reconnaissance armored tracked vehicle or an artillery tractor before the invasion of China. However, it was discovered in the battles between the Northeast and the endless resistance forces in China.
It is extremely powerful, and the machine gun and cab of the turret cannot be changed. However, the perverted Japanese military industry came up with another clever trick. They just modified the Type 94 tanks of the North China Expeditionary Army into three-man and two-machine guns.
In the face of the North China garrison that lacked artillery, these Type 94 small tanks were able to show off their majesty. The mobile fortress that could withstand heavy machine guns mounted two 7.7mm machine guns and had almost no natural enemies. The only way for Chinese soldiers to deal with them was to
Use explosive packs or cluster grenades to blast them up close.
However, under the fire of two heavy machine guns, the Chinese defenders in the plain often suffered heavy casualties and were unable to reach the position 20 meters away from the tanks. Even wanting to die with the enemy was a luxury. Countless Chinese soldiers fell on the ground.
From a global perspective, this is a small tank that is not even considered an armored vehicle.
This is the tragedy of all Chinese soldiers in that era. If there were artillery that could destroy the enemy's scum tanks, they would rather pour their own blood into it as explosives to blast away the Japanese army's unskilled military weapons. However, they did not, and even faced
When fighting against the Japanese invaders' machine guns and cannons, only two local warlords like the Sichuan Army could own a rifle. Only when the veterans died did the new recruits have the chance to get their guns.
The Eighteenth Group Army, which has been persisting in fighting behind enemy lines, even prepared a red-tasseled gun while carrying a long gun. It was a special weapon for hand-to-hand combat after three shots were fired. Because of them, many people did not even have bayonets.
But here, the 94 small tank is like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered. No matter how it runs away, it cannot avoid the fate of destruction.
Two Little Doudings were blown up in succession, leaving the remaining 94 tank to escape. It desperately maneuvered towards a Type 89 medium tank not far away from him.
As for what the tank driver was thinking at the time, neither the Chinese nor the Japanese soldiers knew, but he probably wanted to use the relatively strong armor of the 89 tank to block the machine gun that was aimed at him again.
But this unlucky guy was so unlucky because he was thinking, "A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist." Because a string of machine gun bullets swept over him, and the driver of the 89 tank who suddenly started to reverse the car to avoid it knew that there was a bastard behind him and used him to block it.
Gun idea.
The loud "clang" sound of metal hitting each other was even louder than the sound of an exploding artillery shell.
The 89 tank that was desperately reversing directly hit the 94 tank that was desperately escaping. One was 15 tons and the other was 3.4 tons. It was like a mud tanker hitting a QQ. The two were not in the same weight class at all.
The 89 tank's engine located at the rear of the vehicle body suddenly emitted a puff of black smoke, and the 170-horsepower diesel engine stopped working. But the 94 tank was even more miserable. It was directly knocked three or four meters away by the big brother, not to mention, okay
There happens to be a large crater left by a 105 howitzer with a radius of 2 meters and a depth of 1.5 meters next to the dead body.
94 Little Douding fell crookedly buttocks downward in the crater. No matter how the tracks turned and the engine roared, the Little Douding tank tilted its front and twisted its body desperately. It just couldn't get out.
"Baga! This idiot." The tank squadron leader Hiroyuki Shimoto, who was more than a hundred meters away on the other side of the battlefield, saw this scene through the observation window and almost lost his temper and vomited blood.
This battlefield collision directly caused an 89 medium tank to lose its mobility and a 94 light tank to fall into a crater. In peacetime, other tanks could just use it to pull it out.
However, we are now on a battlefield filled with bullets, and what's even worse is that the Chinese have machine guns that can blow up tanks!
The anti-aircraft artillery shooters of the Independent Regiment on the hilltop position were obviously stunned at first, and then, like sharks smelling the smell of blood, they were all attracted to the two tanks that had lost their mobility.
A tank that cannot move is no longer a tank, but at most two iron-skinned meat buns. For machine gun shooters who have proven that a machine gun can hit a tank with ease, this is simply the ultimate delicacy.
There is no doubt that in the face of four machine guns that can spit out dozens of shells in ten seconds, no matter how hard the last three 89 tanks try to fire at the fortifications with tank guns to save their comrades, nothing will change.
Their fate was to be beaten into scum.
The first thing to be blown up was the 89 medium tank that could no longer move but still continued to fire at the position on the top of the mountain. The four twin-mounted machine guns seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they collectively aimed at this dead target. The poor 20 mm
Thick steel plates pose almost no obstacle to 20mm steel core armor-piercing projectiles that can penetrate 30mm steel plates.
Each of the four machine guns emptied a bullet plate and fired a total of 80 shells, leaving more than 50 shells on the tank.
The riveted turret and the barrel were smashed into pieces by the violent torrent of metal. The large holes visible to the naked eye on the body proved the terrifying kinetic energy of the machine gun shells.
Without even checking whether the rear door was open, tank squadron leader Hiroyuki Shimoto closed his eyes in pain. The people inside would have no chance of surviving if hit by one such shell, let alone dozens of hits.
Already.
Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "boom", and the 89 tank, which had been completely destroyed, suddenly jumped up. The huge energy of more than a dozen shells in the vehicle immediately lifted the 15-ton steel behemoth.
It is dozens of centimeters high from the ground.
The fire that ignited from the inside out completely turned the tank into a bright candle, which was particularly conspicuous on the battlefield.
The armor of the Imperial tank was still too thin. Watching all this from a distance, Second Lieutenant Matsuda closed his eyes in pain while trying his best to shrink back towards the boulder.
The recruit who helped him to withdraw was already pale with fright. The officer's scumbag behavior was very different from his usual vicious yelling and cursing at the soldiers in his squad!
"What's your name?" Lieutenant Matsuda glanced at this new recruit who was not part of his team but had definitely just joined the army for less than a year and a half.
The rank of Private on the collar already tells him the year the recruit joined the army.
"Report, my name is Ike Hayashi."
...
Captain Matsuda's heart at this time was definitely being trampled by a hundred thousand, no, a million grass and mud horses. Damn it, can he still give him a good name? He can only rely on this to support him here.
The fledgling recruits will die sooner or later...it is really unlucky.
At that moment, Captain Matsuda had the urge to hold his head and roll down the mountain to escape. With this unlucky name, he would definitely die sooner or later!
“I really wanted to stand up with the imperial warriors again and pierce the heads of the hateful Chinese with my own bayonet.” Second Lieutenant Matsuda straightened his collar and tried to speak passionately, “But the despicable Chinese used landmines to blow off my feet.
I cannot drag down the Imperial Warriors. In order for them to fight better, we must... Do you understand?"
"Hi!" Admiration appeared on the recruit's pale face again, and he nodded heavily. "Please rest assured, Captain Matsuda, I will not leave the battlefield. I will definitely accompany you, Captain, to fight the Chinese to the end. We are here.
Cover the Imperial warriors and continue their attack."
Baga! Captain Matsuda almost sprayed blood on this guy's face. His parents didn't name him wrong. With Baga's understanding, he would definitely die sooner or later.
If you're still here to take cover, why don't you just use that 38-meter cover? The Chinese machine guns on the opposite side can turn you into a hornet's nest. If you have the ability, fire a shot and let me see.
The machine gun firepower point on the hilltop position, which had been suppressed by 6 heavy machine guns and a tank gun, began to fire with full force again. Any Japanese soldier who dared to fire at the position and expose the target would be greeted not only by rifle fire, but also by
The machine gun was covering and firing like crazy, leaving no chance of survival at all.
The poor recruit Danzi faced the second lieutenant and after expressing his loyalty to the Japanese Empire, he just raised his head with the 38 cap in his hand. Several machine gun bullets hit the stone and burned his face with sparks.
The Japanese private, who narrowly escaped a bullet flying from nowhere, almost peeed in fright, and retracted behind the stone with a pale face.
The cruel battlefield made him understand that as long as the Chinese were given enough bullets and artillery, the so-called invincible Japanese Imperial Army would also be beaten to pain and die in the blink of an eye.
Captain Matsuda watched with cold eyes, but quietly tried his best to hide himself behind the stone, so as not to let the Chinese see it.
Hopefully, this idiot can understand his subtext. Otherwise, let him die! He will die sooner or later anyway.
Once people cross the bottom line, they will refresh the bottom line without limit. Everyone is the same, it has nothing to do with morality, this is human nature.
Anyway, at this time, Second Lieutenant Matsuda was already focused on becoming a deserter.