"Yo Xi, Li Jun, yours is very good." Xi Yiyi, who came to Li Shoushan's frontline headquarters to personally observe the battle situation because he was concerned about the frontline war, put down the telescope in his hand and patted Li Shoushan's shoulder with a happy face.
As a Northeasterner, Li Shoushan, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, seemed to have had several bones removed in an instant. His legs were slightly squatting, allowing Xi Yiyi, who was only about 1.6 meters tall, to pat his shoulders without any effort.
It seems that he has forgotten that last night he was still secretly scolding Xi Yiyi in his headquarters for not taking him seriously. With a very humble smile on his face, he said: "It's all thanks to your tactical guidance, the division commander."
Well done, the Imperial Army's 1st Tank Battalion is invincible, and the Fengtian Independent Brigade will repay the high hopes of the Division Commander with victory."
"Haha, I will definitely report Li Jun's loyalty to His Excellency Commander Muto. I ask Li Jun to continue to maintain pressure on the Chinese defenders and firmly occupy Luoguoding No. 1 position to await the main force of the Imperial Army. If this battle is won,
, Li Jun's Fengtian Independent Brigade will be the first to contribute, and the empire will not be stingy with rewards." Xi Yiyi burst out laughing after enjoying Li Shoushan's extremely charming and servile flattery.
As long as they can occupy the position on the top of the mountain, no matter how many Chinese troops hide in the tunnels, they will only be the turtles in the urn. Nishi Yiichi also knows the importance of the ridgeline position on the top of the mountain for mountain anti-slope operations. Now, the tanks and tanks approaching the position are
Hundreds of soldiers are about to achieve this strategic goal.
At least in Xi Yiyi's mind at this time, there was nothing that could stop the empire's tanks. The Chinese's sharpest super-fast machine guns could only scratch the itch of the empire's steel behemoths.
Nishi Yiichi didn't know that weapons are always for people to use. When people's courage overcomes the shadow of death, the energy that the weapon can burst out will far exceed the power limited by the designer himself.
It is always people, not weapons, that determine victory in war.
Even in the future, there will be more and more weapons that can destroy opponents thousands of kilometers away, but there has never been an example of conquering a nation by relying on long-range strikes. The frequent dispatches of American soldiers have well confirmed this.
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As the tanks entered the fifty meters in front of the defending position, the puppet troops gradually calmed down. Although the Chinese army's artillery fire would still explode around them, and some would even take away the lives of several colleagues, but
Most of them exploded dozens of meters away, and the casualties suffered were within the tolerable range.
As long as they step into the position and kill the Chinese defenders whose resistance is getting weaker and weaker, they will not only survive, but also receive rewards for their meritorious service.
"Regimental deputy, we need reinforcements." The young lieutenant asked Tang Yongming anxiously.
"We must insist. The artillery company of the Independent Regiment will fire here soon. We can't drag all the brothers in." Tang Yongming, with an iron face, rejected the lieutenant's request.
"But, I only have less than fifty brothers left. The others are all gone, and the little Japs still have eight tanks. How can I stop them?" the young lieutenant cried out.
"Then take your life and mine, Li Guobin, tell me if you are a coward? If you are, take your company back now and replace it with someone else. If not, go back and continue fighting. You at least
You have to hold on for me for ten minutes." Tang Yongming roared angrily.
"Yes." The young lieutenant raised his hand in a military salute, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute, except for the suicide squad, the rest will retreat to the second trench first." Tang Yongming called to the young lieutenant.
"Yes." The young lieutenant paused for a moment before speeding away from the headquarters.
Li Guobin's eyes were red as he walked out of the headquarters. This military order meant that he had finally used his last resort. He had to lose twelve more of his fifty remaining brothers.
In any case, the twelve members of this death squad will never come back.
"Lower the ruler by 0532 and shoot towards Area 1." Zhao Ergou's voice was like a broken saw that had lost its teeth. It was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. His eyes were filled with blood and he shouted suddenly: "Fire."
Area No. 1 is 100 meters in front of the Heiguoding position, which already includes the Heiguoding position, and there is a whole company of defenders there. This is the second time that Zhao Ergou has fired at his comrades. Every time he pulls,
One shot of the breech made Zhao Ergou's heart throb violently.
If he could, he would rather not be the artillery company commander and order artillery fire on his comrades. He would never want to do it a third time. That kind of pain is something that no one can understand.
Compared with this kind of pain, the fact that the Japanese artillery's crazy retaliatory attack destroyed another mountain cannon in his artillery battery was nothing.
In fact, Zhao Ergou's eyes were bloodshot, and the Japanese artillery regiment captain more than ten miles away was also furious.
The enemy's artillery firing at the friendly forces without stopping is simply the greatest insult to the 8th Artillery Regiment. 24 of the 36 guns under his command are now firing at the Chinese artillery positions, which is a huge amount of fire.
More than two hundred rounds were fired, but there was no sign of the opponent's artillery weakening. In other words, not only did he fail to destroy the enemy's artillery, he also failed to achieve even the simplest suppression.
In fact, the Chinese regarded their artillery regiment as nothing, and did not see any retaliation. They just kept firing wildly at friendly forces.
"The Chinese are really crazy." Captain Nakao Inoue of the 8th Artillery Regiment could only lament and shake his head.
"Baga, the Chinese are really crazy." Colonel Watanabe Katsuharu, who was sitting in the No. 3 tank car and commanding eight tanks to fight, lamented the same as his compatriots, and at the same time his eyes widened.
He didn't even touch the big bump on his head that was knocked out by the violent shaking of the tank. It was the result of a 75MM mountain cannon exploding five meters away from the tank. In the lookout hole, dozens of meters away, a vehicle was
The unlucky guy's turret that was directly hit by the mountain cannon shell was directly blown into parts. Not only now, but also in the future, what the tank with the weakest top armor fears most is an attack from the sky.
"Everyone speed up and move forward." Watanabe Katsuji shouted at the top of his lungs.
The Chinese aristocrat Lieutenant Colonel Watanabe felt fear for the first time because of the Chinese people's determination to ignore the heavy shelling of their own soldiers on the battlefield. He did not want to be the unlucky guy who had the turret blown off and the entire tank was blown to death. Although
The chance is pitifully small, but there is a chance, isn't it? He wants to become a general of the empire, and becoming a marshal is not impossible. How could he die in an obscure place like China?
If Watanabe Katsuharu knew a Chinese saying: There are some things that you should not be afraid of. The more you fear, the more things will happen. Then he would definitely take this idea back and would rather never think about it.