Chapter 323 Father and Son (1st update at the end of the month)
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The veteran squad leader who had been silently biting the grenade around his body bit his teeth, stood up, puffed out his cheeks, and roared: "Brothers from the fifth squad, it's time for me to get up, follow me."
A group of six soldiers marched out silently, each with a ring of grenades wrapped around their bodies.
Obviously, they had been preparing for the worst after retreating into the second trench. At this time, no one was taking any chances anymore, and it was already the last moment when I died and you died too.
"Fifth squad leader..." The young lieutenant's face turned pale the moment the veteran and the soldiers came forward.
Scary and pale.
"Xiao Bin, I'm gone, but you have to live a good life for me." The veteran said to his company commander without any clue, turned around and left.
"Class Five..." The young lieutenant subconsciously wanted to reach out to hold him, but he stretched out his hand halfway and then hung down weakly.
Everyone present is a brother. It is fair for the squad decided by drawing lots to blow up the tank. If he grabs the veteran, then who will go?
Watanabe Katsuharu was so proud. In just one battle, his chariot brigade directly broke through the Chinese positions that had suffered hundreds of casualties yesterday despite a day of fighting. The Watanabe family's wall of honor will remain forever.
His name is Watanabe Shoji.
After this battle, the captain is already confirmed, and the flower of the star is just around the corner.
Lieutenant Colonel Watanabe Katsuharu's vision even spanned the battlefield and saw that a few years later, he would command a mighty tank army to attack the capital of the Chinese people and make immortal contributions to the empire.
Obviously, Lieutenant Colonel Watanabe, who was already dazzled by the impending victory, made a small mistake. The distance between the two trenches was too close, only about twenty meters, and the infantry following his tank was not fighting.
The imperial army with strong discipline is actually a puppet army that the Chinese call the "Er Japanese".
Perhaps in order to survive, the puppet soldiers who are not afraid of death in battle can also burst out with unparalleled combat effectiveness, but when they reach a certain goal, especially when they see trenches where they can hide to avoid the shells that the Chinese come at for free.
, would they be stupid enough to follow their master's tanks to fight the defenders? You know, the shells that were still falling one after another took away the lives of many of their colleagues.
The fierceness of the defenders at the risk of their lives actually made them frightened. They had seen with their own eyes that their own artillery shells kept exploding on their own positions. From time to time, people were blown out of the trenches by the shells, but they still
Shoot and resist without even dodging.
You can't fight madmen to the death. Defending this place and waiting for the follow-up troops to come is a great achievement. This is the idea of 90% of the puppet troops, including the four puppet company commanders and a major battalion who rushed here alive.
long.
With almost no orders, several officers hid in the trenches without any intention of showing their faces, so 90% of the puppet troops chose to hide in the trenches.
Those who climbed out of the trenches and followed the tanks forward were the ones with weak heads.
At such a close range, the Chinese troops who were still firing desperately would naturally shoot down the puppet soldiers who dared to climb the trench without mercy, even if the machine guns of the Japanese tanks would mow them down in the next second.
In the short distance of more than ten meters, the soldiers on both sides even felt the blood spurting from the other side onto their faces, but no one wiped it away. The only thing they could do was to pull the gun bolt and pull the trigger as fast as they could.
At this time, what determines who has the right to survive is not to dodge, but to bravely face the incoming bullets and shoot more bullets.
When we meet on a narrow road, only the brave will win.
After a crazy exchange of fire, the veterans led their soldiers to quietly approach their respective targets.
With a loud "boom", a soldier faced the huge shadow of the oncoming tank, slid forward, and fired the grenade on his body. Under the dark tank, no one could see him fighting for his life.
The face at the last moment and the flames rising into the sky seemed to be the roar of the soldiers at the last moment of their lives.
"Baga, kill him, kill him." The alarmed Watanabe Katsuji saw a figure approaching his tank from the lookout hole, and he couldn't help but be horrified.
The tank machine gunner didn't care to use his machine gun to shoot at the Chinese soldiers in front of him. He chased the Chinese soldiers approaching him with his gun and fired at them. He didn't even care about the dozen puppet soldiers not far from the tank.
The puppet troops who were still shooting at the Chinese defenders in the trenches were suddenly knocked off their feet. Watanabe Katsuharu used his machine gun to prove the fact that bullets from his own people were far more terrifying than those from the enemy.
However, this also caused the puppet soldiers who were still shooting at the national army to turn around and jump into the trenches. The Japanese could do the first grade of junior high school, but they couldn't do the fifteenth grade. Not to mention their Japanese masters at the time of life and death.
My own father, those guys who have forgotten their ancestors dare to use it to block the gun.
Colonel Watanabe Katsuharu was immediately devastated. The remaining tanks had completely lost the protection of the infantry, and were exposed to the hateful eyes of the Chinese soldiers.
Like a young girl who has shed all her shyness and is wearing half-undressed clothes just waiting for you to pick them, she stands in the middle of the confrontation between the two sides.
The veteran has been staring at this tank ten meters away for half a day. He has reason to believe that this tank is the command vehicle of all tanks. Almost all tank actions follow this tank. What’s more special is that this tank
There was also a flower-shaped logo printed on the side of the tank that he couldn't understand.
There are no other tanks, so this is destined to be a unique tank.
Watanabe Katsusa must have regretted having the Watanabe family emblem printed on his command vehicle. Normally, if you show off, you will be called a scumbag, but on the battlefield, you will die if you show off.
The veteran, who was dodging left and right, constantly moving his position in the crater, finally approached the tank. The tank, which kept moving forward and reversing in an attempt to get out of a huge crater, expressed the panic of the four members in the vehicle with its own behavior.
"Baga, find him, quickly." Lieutenant Colonel Watanabe, who could no longer see the stubborn and tenacious figures of Chinese soldiers in the lookout hole, felt unprecedented panic.
For everyone, the invisible danger is the most terrifying, and this does not change because they are Japanese.
Looking at the tank that was only one meter away from him, the veteran showed a smile. Now, he couldn't escape.
Looking back with nostalgia, he saw the pale face of the young lieutenant dozens of meters away. The veteran smiled happily. Fortunately, the bastard was lucky and was still alive.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the veteran could even see the young lieutenant's mouth moving, telling him not to jump over and just throw the grenade.
Because of the lessons learned from the previous suicide squad, if you hold a grenade to blow up a tank, you will not be able to get close to the tank if you cannot use your best tactical actions and you will be killed by machine guns on the way forward.
But now, it was too late. He had no time to remove the grenades from his body and re-tie them. The top cover of the Japanese Tucker was opening, and their machine guns would find him at any time.
"I'm your mother's little devil, you'll die with me, haha!" He shook his head slightly, turned back resolutely, pulled the tab of the grenade on his body, covered in green smoke, and rushed towards the tank with a long smile.
bottom.
With a "boom", the honor symbol of the Watanabe family was turned black by gunpowder smoke, and Watanabe Katsuji also turned into a roast chicken.
"Dad..." Li Guobin, a young lieutenant in the distance, finally couldn't help shouting heartbreakingly.
He suddenly knelt down on his knees and knocked down hard. Big tears and the fragrance of earth flowed freely on his face.