"Clang..." As soon as the sound of the breech closing reached Wang Ping's ears, the chariot under his feet trembled slightly and the first shell was fired. In less than two seconds, a violent explosion came from the camp in front.
Because it was his first time to operate a tank gun, even though the gunner behind Wang Ping was already a veteran, he still missed the target. He only opened a huge gap in a wall of the barracks, and three or four Japanese were knocked over.
"Well done, keep firing and keep aiming!" Wang Ping encouraged.
The gunner, who looked embarrassed just now, smiled when he heard Wang Ping's comfort, and then continued to operate the artillery in front of him.
Eject the shell, reload the shell, reload, close the breech, aim, shoot...
"Boom..." This time, the violently exploding shells directly destroyed a Japanese enemy's firepower point, and several Japanese soldiers around him were blown away together.
"Yes, just fight like this, keep shooting... Machine gunner, don't stop firing. As long as the Japanese show up, kill them immediately!"
The gunners and machine gunners become more proficient as they fight, and the more they fight, the better they become.
Whether it is bullets or artillery shells flying towards the Japanese, they are becoming more and more accurate.
"Baga, why do Tubal Road use tanks, and use them so well!" Within a few minutes, many gaps were blown in the outer defense line of the camp, and nearly an infantry squad was lost. The captain of the Japanese guard team became anxious and shouted loudly
road.
"Where are the death squads? Are you not ready yet? Bring explosive packs and counterattack immediately to kill the Eighth Route Army tanks!"
"Hey! Kill me for the sake of the empire!" A second lieutenant team leader, holding a bag of explosives, shouted the slogan, gritted his teeth and rushed out of the barracks.
A dozen other Japanese soldiers holding explosive packs also rushed out with fearless expressions.
Guard battalion commander Zhong Yusheng, who was following the tank, became anxious when he saw the Japanese rushing out.
"No, the Japanese want to blow up the tank with explosives!"
"Comrades, the old regiment leader is still in the tank. Shoot immediately to protect the tank. You must not let the Japanese get close to the tank!"
Zhong Yusheng didn't understand the concept of coordinated infantry-tank combat, but he knew how to protect Wang Ping, and to protect Wang Ping, he had to protect the tanks. Invisibly, he cooperated with Wang Ping in a coordinated infantry-tank assault battle.
"Click, click, click... bang, bang, bang..." The riflemen and machine gunners following the tank immediately opened fire.
The whizzing bullets were like rain, knocking down seven or eight Japanese blasters who rushed out in an instant.
Wang Ping, who was driving the tank, could see the enemy's purpose at a glance and immediately ordered: "Machine gunner, watch the enemy death squads and kill them for me!"
"The gunners continue to fire and break through the enemy's outer defense line in the camp as soon as possible!"
In less than half a minute, all the dozen or so blasters were wiped out. One of the blasters in particular was blown to pieces because the explosive pack in his arms was detonated, and no bones were left.
"Baga, is this still the backward Tubal Road? How can they cooperate so well with tanks and infantry!" the captain shouted with an expression of disbelief.
The subordinates next to him were also shocked, but more of a fear.
"Captain, many brick walls were blown down, and the warriors were exposed to the guns of the Eighth Route Army. The troops suffered heavy casualties, what should we do next?" a squadron leader couldn't help but remind.
He had already lost more than half of his squadron while guarding the airport, and just now he had lost nearly a squadron. It can be said that his squadron has ceased to exist in name only.
Facing the Eighth Route Army that was getting closer and closer, he, who had always been ruthless and boasted that he was not afraid of death, actually became frightened. Staring at the tanks coming all the way outside, he asked the captain with a despairing expression.
"Bagya Road!" Facing the absolute firepower advantage, the captain had no other choice but to vent his dissatisfaction with curses.
Seeing more and more of his subordinates being beaten into a hornet's nest behind the ruins of the wall, or being blown away by cannonballs that flew over from time to time, his expression changed and he made a decisive decision.
"Retreat to the back of the camp and let the Eighth Route Army in. We will fight in the streets and fight at close range. This way the tanks will be useless!"
Zhong Yusheng, who was following the tank, kept staring at the barracks where the Japanese were defending. He was happier than anyone else when he saw the tank guns blasting the barracks into holes and more and more Japanese being killed.
You know, it was these Japs in front of me who caused more than a hundred casualties to the guard camp.
Now that they were beaten to death, Zhong Yusheng was more angry than anyone else.
"No, the Japs are going to retreat behind the barracks!" As soon as the Japs retreated, Zhong Yusheng noticed him and shouted with a frown.
Wang Ping, who was inside the tank, also noticed it. He immediately stopped, got out of the tank and gave orders to Zhong Yusheng.
"The Japanese have retreated. The people with you will rush in immediately."
"The Japanese are very smart and they definitely want to fight with us in the streets. Your guard battalion is good at street fighting, so I won't participate!"
"Thank you, old commander!" Zhong Yusheng shouted happily, and then led the guard battalion with more than 300 people left on the battlefield to rush forward.
With mountain artillery, mortars, and torpedo cannons, as well as sufficient ammunition, the independent brigade and the guard regiment, which attacked together from four directions, were very confident.
When you encounter fortifications that are difficult to fight, use artillery bombardment.
Therefore, the attack of the four regiments went very smoothly.
At one o'clock in the morning, the four regiments fought outside Taiyuan City. The whizzing heavy machine gun bullets flew towards the city head like rain.
Mortar shells were fired at the top of the city for free. Without much effort, the tops of Taiyuan City in four directions were shrouded in artillery fire.
However, the walls of Taiyuan City were too high and very strong. The explosions were violent and very dense. However, the towering city walls remained motionless in front of the four regiments, even if the four regiments showed all their trump cards!
"We must attack. The city wall cannot be blown down. We can only use shelling to consume as much of the Japanese and puppet troops in the city as possible, and in the end they will have no troops to use!" Wang Ping discovered as soon as he drove the tank to the north gate.
question, then stared at Yang Xiong and ordered.
"Send a telegram to several regiment leaders. The Japs are all hiding in the fortifications. You can't blow them up by just firing cannons!"
"At the appropriate time, rush forward, attract the Japanese and puppet troops from the fortifications, and then fire, so that you can kill a large number of Japanese and puppet troops on the city top!"
The Japanese First Army Headquarters in the city! Yoshio Shinozuka’s face looked very ugly.
I just sent a telegram to the North China Front Army Headquarters to report the situation to the headquarters.
Unexpectedly, Commander Terauchi Juichi directly cursed his incompetence in the telegram, and then demanded that he must defend Taiyuan City, otherwise he would have a disembowelment at the First Army Headquarters and apologize to the emperor, without giving himself any face.
You know, I am a senior officer of the empire, a lieutenant general.
When such a telegram comes, it is impossible for me to establish my authority in front of my subordinates without getting angry.
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