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Chapter 1343 The constant fright

Under the cover of the explosion, the roar of the tank was minimal.

Fourteen tanks and twenty armed vehicles all advanced in the dark.

Only after rushing to a position four to five hundred meters across the road was he exposed to the Japanese scouts.

They seemed to be frightened and slapped their horses desperately to make them run faster. They reported what they saw to their commanders earlier so that the troops could have more time to prepare.

"Sir, chariot, there is a chariot rushing towards us from the east..." A cavalry scout rushed to the regiment leader ten meters away without stopping, and risked being injured by jumping directly from the running horse.

Come down and start reporting from a distance.

"Nani?" The explosion was so dense and loud that the commander could not hear it clearly.

The scout took a breath and continued to report: "The Eighth Route Army attacking us has tanks. At least three tanks rushed towards us from the east, just a few hundred meters away!"

This time the captain heard clearly, his eyes widened, and his first subconscious reaction was disbelief.

"Rumble..." A roar suddenly came between the explosions.

The chief of staff next to him was shocked when he heard it, and immediately shouted.

"It was the roar of the chariots. The cannons were so loud that we didn't hear them!"

The roar became louder and louder. Not only the chief of staff heard it, but also the wing commander.

His eyes were wider than before, his mouth was open, and he was about to speak when a few bright lights suddenly appeared in the darkness to the east.

Then I saw several tongues of flame coming out of the light, some long, some short...

One or two hundred meters in front of the tank, there were soldiers lying on the ground to avoid artillery fire, or troops being dispersed and transferred. The sudden vehicle lights illuminated them clearly, completely exposing them to the tank.

The vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun and the light machine gun mounted on the roof of the vehicle were condescending and fired at them as if bullets were free.

No matter whether the subordinates are lying down or standing, they cannot hide.

The captain was stunned by the sudden scene in front of him, but he did not panic.

He has more than 5,000 people in his hands, and the opponent only has a dozen heavy artillery and a few tanks. It is absolutely impossible to defeat him.

At worst, if you fight hard, you can kill them all by filling it with human lives.

Quickly order: "A squadron under attack immediately organized a death squad to launch a counterattack against the enemy, using explosives to kill a tank and slow down their attack speed."

"Other troops retreat towards me to increase the attack distance of the tanks."

"Immediately move the rapid-fire artillery squadron to establish a defensive line and kill these tanks."

Less than two minutes after the order was given, the regiment commander saw dozens of soldiers launching a counterattack against the tank.

Most of the soldiers were killed right from the start.

A small number of soldiers escaped the hail of bullets fired one after another and continued to approach the tank.

The firepower of the tanks is very fierce, and the battlefield is like a mobile bunker, but the number is too small.

Be careful about this and ignore that.

The Japanese who escaped the first round of fire were all veterans, and their sixth sense on the battlefield was very powerful. Sometimes they would lie down, sometimes they would charge forward, seizing the gaps in the firepower of the three tanks, and constantly approaching.

The captain of the team kept a close eye on their figures.

As long as someone can blow up one tank, the remaining two tanks will definitely slow down under the threat of death, and the rapid-fire artillery squadron will have time to rush to the battlefield.

Suddenly, the dozen figures who were being watched closely by the commander were all killed in one fell swoop. No one stood up again and continued to attack forward.

The commander of the regiment was stunned. Before he could react, the chief of staff let out an exclamation.

"Sir, what is that?"

The regimental commander frowned and saw a row of machine gun flames coming out from behind the tank, at least half of which were fired by heavy machine guns.

What the regiment leader couldn't understand the most was that these light and heavy machine guns could keep up with the assault speed of the tank.

The light machine gun is easy to talk about. The machine gunner holds it in his arms and can charge and shoot at the same time.

The same cannot be said for the heavy machine gun. It requires three people to carry it while marching. It is impossible to move and shoot at the same time, let alone move at a speed that can keep up with the assault speed of a tank.

Coupled with the sudden flames coming out from behind the tank, the Eighth Route Army's offensive firepower more than tripled in an instant.

A squadron at the rear collapsed at the first touch, and was completely killed in two or three rounds of strafing.

After they were finished, the chariot's attack speed did not slow down, and the retreating troops were immediately exposed in front of the chariot.

Bullets flew towards them in a hail of bullets. One after another, they were shot in the back and fell on the retreat road.

The captain saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

Forcefully suppressing all the confusion in my mind, I gave orders anxiously and angrily.

"Where is the rapid-fire artillery squadron? Why haven't they moved in place yet? Fire immediately and kill them."

"Mortars, heavy machine guns, all fire, cover the troops to retreat, and extend the attack distance of the tanks."

The nearby heavy machine guns fired one after another, and the bullets flew over the heads of the retreating troops toward the firing point in the night.

Mortars and grenade launchers also join the fray.

Artillery shells continued to explode around the tank, and the splashing fire was like a flare, illuminating the surrounding area.

Only then did the commander of the regiment clearly see what the three tanks looked like.

A light tank and two armored vehicles, arranged in a glyph, charged forward.

He was very familiar with these tanks. They were all produced by the empire and equipped with the imperial army. Unexpectedly, he now took advantage of the Eighth Route Army and became the executioner of the imperial army.

"Captain, the firepower points behind the tank are all mounted on the car. I just saw it." The chief of staff suddenly shouted.

The commander of the regiment was startled and quickly ordered: "Hit a few mortar shells at the back of the tank, and then shoot a few illumination bombs to see clearly."

"Boom boom..."

Amidst the violent explosion, the captain also saw clearly.

My eyes widened again. I never imagined that the Eighth Route Army would send transport vehicles to the battlefield.

Thinking that many soldiers had just been killed by light and heavy machine guns mounted on cars, the shock on his face immediately turned into anger. At the same time, he felt that he had been humiliated. He pulled out his command knife and ordered with murderous intent: "Blow up all mortars."

The car behind."

"Heavy machine guns also fire together. The car's defense is very poor. As long as the shell hits the side and explodes, it can be destroyed. At the very least, it can kill the machine gunner inside the car."

"Boom boom..."

More and more artillery shells hit the back of the tank, causing a large amount of fire.

The whizzing heavy machine gun bullets looked like they had eyes, and they counterattacked against the fire points on the car.

To the captain's surprise, they fought for almost a minute, and only one car was destroyed.

In order to avoid the artillery fire, the remaining cars began to attack forward in an S-shape to increase the chance of the shells hitting.

Even so, the co-captain felt something was wrong.

A car that keeps evading can avoid shells falling from the sky, but it cannot avoid the hail of bullets flying in the face.

With so many heavy machine gun bullets flying over, the front of the car will definitely be smashed into a sieve, and the driver will be dead and unable to move forward.

However, these cars were not affected. They followed the tanks and continued to attack forward. They were also able to attack and shoot at the same time.

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