A Japanese second lieutenant who wanted to escape from the battlefield and a Japanese private who had the courage to show off the prowess of the Imperial Warriors but was shot back to his original form by bullets hid behind rocks and stared.
But the battle will not stop because of these two little people.
After the violent explosion of the 89 tank, the door of the 94 small tank, which was stuck in the crater and tried to climb out without success, was suddenly kicked open a crack. A Japanese soldier wearing a tank cap took the lead and worked extremely hard to get through the door which only opened a small gap.
He came out, and before the joy of finally escaping from the iron coffin could replace the fear on his face, he was filled with fear again.
Hiroyuki Shimoto, who had just closed his eyes and reopened them due to the huge loss, closed his eyes in pain again. It wasn't that he didn't want his colleagues to abandon the vehicle and flee. Of course, he knew that the thickest part of the steel plate armor that lost mobility was no more than ten meters.
The 94mm tank is not even stronger than a sandbag fortification in front of the machine gun.
Although the colleague who was the first to get out of the tank and wore a tank cap only showed his head, and his face was still dark with gunpowder smoke, he could still identify him as his fellow countryman from Nagano Prefecture, Moriyama Nohito Nsocho.
Although most of the officers and soldiers of the 20th Division came from Tokyo and Nagano Prefecture, in the tank brigade, which was mostly composed of nobles, there were only a few who came from a small place like Nagano Prefecture.
Hugging each other to keep warm among classmates is not a unique Chinese culture. Since the Tang Dynasty, China has been studying Chinese culture desperately, eating sashimi in one go for more than a thousand years, and wives kneeling down to welcome their husbands home. China itself has lost this
For the island nation that wants to maintain its "excellent" traditions into the future, whether it is the dross or the essence, they have learned everything from it.
In the Japanese army, such small hills and small groups exist, whether it is a battle between the navy and the army at the national level, or down to the most basic squadrons and squads.
There is no doubt that these two fellow Nagano fellows are so close that they wear the same pants. Otherwise, the Japanese captain would not know without looking at his face that the colleague who has half of his body is his fellow countryman. Maybe
, he looks at the butt, Baga’s is more familiar.
But, will the damn Chinese let go of their compatriots who seem to have escaped? The Japanese captain has no guarantee at all. Because, if he were the Chinese commander, he would definitely lose any resistance to this car at the first opportunity
The 94 tank has the ability to focus fire strikes.
Captain Shimoto Haonan's command concept is very correct. If you don't kill the snake, there will be trouble in the future. Banglaoer and the others think so too.
After the 89 tank exploded, four machine guns simultaneously aimed at the 94 tank, which was pushed into the crater a few meters away by the huge explosion shock wave and almost turned over. Although the 94 tank was small enough, the 1.5-meter deep crater was not enough to hide it.
With his 3.1-meter-long body, standing in the crater at almost an angle of 70 degrees, exposing all its vulnerabilities, the 94 Tank was more of a dead target than the 89 Tank.
The storm-like blow suddenly came at the moment when the Japanese commander Cao, who was the first to get out of the tank, had no time to breathe a breath of fresh air, joy appeared on his face.
The cigar-sized 20mm machine gun shells are not invincible, nor can they destroy the tank steel plate into a rag full of holes. When encountering angled edges, the shells will often be bounced away.
It was these artillery shells that were deflected with no ballistic patterns and killed the Japanese soldier Cao Chang who had not had a chance to escape after getting out of the tank.
Because of the angle, Hiroyuki Shimoto, who opened his eyes again, couldn't see what kind of bad luck his fellow countrymen had suffered, but he also knew that sparks suddenly exploded from the tank, and the tank cap only showed its head for a second before it fell down and disappeared again.
The outcome for the fellow villagers was not much better.
The 7.92mm Hanyang-made bullet, which is about the same thickness as your little finger, will make a hole the size of a small teacup when it hits a person. What about the 20mm machine gun shell, which is as thick as a cigar? The Japanese Army Commander Cao, who was hit in the abdomen by two ricochet bullets, will tell you with facts.
It's really not something people can endure.
In fact, the Japanese Army Commander Cao is still alive, but his life is not very good. Two shells that hit his abdomen directly broke him in the waist, completely turning his abdomen into a ball of flesh and breaking his spine. He has more than 800 meters.
The terrifying kinetic energy of the second-speed artillery shells did not allow even a trace of flesh to connect the upper and lower bodies of the Japanese soldier Cao Chang.
The Japanese soldier Cao, who was thrown one meter away with only his upper body left behind, let out a heartbreaking howl. The terrifying high temperature even sealed his blood vessels at that moment. For at least a second, his already empty abdominal cavity was filled with nothing but a ball.
Zuhei didn't even shed the massive amount of blood he imagined.
It wasn't until he howled in heart-rending pain that blood suddenly spurted out.
However, except for himself, perhaps no one could hear his screams before his death. The deafening sound of guns and artillery on the battlefield had already covered up the ugliness caused by these wars.
A Japanese tank machine gun shooter who was still struggling to squeeze out of the car door witnessed this horrific scene with his own eyes. The scream he broke out was even louder than that of his commander who had been inhumanly injured. He shrank back desperately and thought...
Hide back in the tank.
Because of the pain, he bit off his tongue and bled from the corners of his eyes. The expression on Cao Chang's face was definitely a nightmare in his life.
Perhaps the good news for him is that he no longer has nightmares.
The two Japanese soldiers were still struggling desperately at the car door. One wanted to think about it, and the other wanted to hide back. The violent machine gun shells had penetrated the upper part of the mini tank above the crater, and the violent high temperature had destroyed all ignitable materials in the tank.
Burn.
Two Japanese tank soldiers are no exception. Clothes made of fabric are not the most important source of fuel. The rich fat in the human body is the best material for continuous burning.
The Japanese soldier on the innermost side cried and rolled in the iron coffin when the high temperature came. His end could only be that he turned into ashes in the mini tank that had been penetrated. And the half-broken Cao Chang was frightened.
The Japanese soldiers who returned to their tanks were not afraid this time.
Having become a fireman, he struggled wildly and squeezed out of the car door, which could only open a small gap. He jumped two steps in a row as if the small universe exploded, stepped on the head of Cao Chang, who was only half of his body and was about to expire, and jumped out.
A shell crater.
The burning man was running, rolling and howling on the ground, trying to extinguish the rolling flames on his body, but he didn't know that burning clothes can be extinguished, but if human body fat is ignited, then a fire extinguisher is really needed...
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"Baga, send him to see Amaterasu!" Hiroyuki Shimoto closed his eyes again and ordered with a look of pain on his face.
The silenced 7.7mm machine gun sounded again, but this time, it was not directed at the independent regiment's position on the top of the mountain, but at themselves.
The rolling fireman was hit by the rain of bullets and rolled several times on the ground. His body trembled slightly and then fell silent. The flames on his body were still burning brightly, like a horizontal torch.
It’s time to retreat! Simoto Hirono looked at the still burning human body not far away, and for the first time, thoughts that were completely different from those before the war came to his mind.
The Japanese second lieutenant behind the big stone looked at this terrible scene and said to the pale-faced private: "Chi Zaosang, what do you think we should do now?"
"Captain Matsuda, I think our artillery should join the battle. The damn Chinese can't withstand the cannons of the Imperial Japanese Army." The Japanese private was trembling and still wanted to show the fearlessness of the Imperial Army in front of his commander.
There is no other way. Anyone who acts cowardly in front of his superiors will be beaten up. Even if the Japanese private who has been beaten many times is afraid of death, he will not dare to show his cowardice in front of the squad leader who is actually even more cowardly than him.
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"Baga!!!!" Second Lieutenant Matsuda really wanted to slap him with a big ear-scratcher and smash the private's foul mouth.
Artillery participates in the war? Is this killing the Chinese and burying the more than 300 infantrymen who are still on the battlefield? Not to mention that the error of the 105 howitzer 9 kilometers away will be 400 meters, that is, the mountain artillery 4 kilometers away, too
I dare not completely guarantee the safety of my own people within 400 meters.
Especially for the Japanese army, which has no trenches or anti-gun holes, a dozen or even dozens of people will be killed with one shot. Is that helping the Chinese?
Although it is unlikely that Lieutenant Colonel Hatori will make this stupid move, God knows whether his bad words of "sooner or later" will be effective? What if?
The Japanese second lieutenant was currently racking his brains to think of how to escape from the battlefield, especially with such a weak recruit beside him. He must not let that idiot know that he wanted to run away, even if he knew, everyone would want to
Escape, little brother, not to mention big brother, if you are lucky enough to survive, you can have an explanation.
In the fortifications on the top of the mountain, Bang Laoer and his comrades from the anti-aircraft gun company used their prowess to kill two mini tanks and a big one. Now there were only three 89 medium tanks left on the hillside.
Moreover, the three tanks were probably stunned by the incoming attacks. They no longer dared to maneuver and fire at the position on the top of the mountain as before. Instead, they used the mountains and raised rocks as cover to hide.
Didn't show up anymore.
They can't be hit on the mountain right now, and their tank guns can't even hope to hit the top of the mountain.
"Keep an eye on them, I'll take a drink of water first." Banglaoer, who was in a good mood, handed the machine gun in his hand to his assistant shooter, stood aside, picked up the military kettle, opened the lid, and drank some cold water.
Although everyone in the independent regiment has a sheepskin water bag, Bang Lao Er has never been used to sipping in small sips, and still prefers the feeling of drinking in large sips.
The only thing that he has never been accustomed to is that the water in the kettle is not cold mountain spring, but also has a light salty taste. Whenever encountering particularly strenuous field training or such wars, independent regiment soldiers use kettles
The water in it is always boiled water with a certain amount of salt added, which Banglao Er, who has been drinking mountain spring water for more than 20 years and has always been in good health, is not used to it.
However, no one dares to disobey the regimental commander's orders. No matter whether he likes to drink or not, even the stick dick dare not secretly change to mountain spring water, including things such as not urinating and defecating at will, must go to a designated place, must wash hands after defecation, etc.
If someone violates the rules, they will be subject to an armed cross-country trip of five kilometers and one more training session, or they will be put in confinement for 12 hours.
"Second brother, can I ask, how did you blow up that grandson just now? I saw that you clearly didn't hit him..." Yao Shisan lit up a cigarette and took a sip.
Seeing that it was smoking, he hurriedly served the dick to the guy who was gasping for air after drinking water.
"Hey, Thirteenth, even though your officer is about the same as your brother and me, but now, are you convinced?" Bang Laoer glanced sideways at the younger brother in front of him who also had the rank of sergeant, and said with some pride.
"I must obey. In the words of the commander of the regiment, I will obey you even if I don't support you. Second brother, come on, tell me!" Yao Shisan said with a smile.
However, being a young man, he was full of expectations. He still wanted to go back and brag about it with San Chuan'er at the field hospital headquarters!
Four years have passed, and two young recruits who were once fifteen or sixteen have become young sergeants at the age of nineteen. However, one is Liu Lang's personal service soldier, and the other is Liu Lang's dedicated communications soldier. Although they are close to each other as brothers, they are also always close to each other.
So excited!
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PS: Kids, for the sake of Fengyue lying on the bed and still insisting on coding, please give me some monthly tickets!