At this time, a flare flew into the sky, clearing up all the doubts in the captain's mind.
Wherever there is a car behind the chariot, it is clearly an armed car whose whole body is wrapped in steel.
The windshield and co-pilot are all welded with iron plates for reinforcement, and the wheels are also protected by steel plates.
The carriage behind the cab was completely wrapped with iron plates to form an iron box. There were three shooting holes on the front, back, left and right, and a black barrel protruded from the inside, shooting out desperately.
The heavy machine gun bullets fired by the imperial army were very dense, and many bullets accurately hit the target, but they only shot a string of sparks on the steel plate and had no other results.
The light and heavy machine guns mounted in iron boxes continued to fire, and the cars completely wrapped in iron plates also moved forward as usual.
The shock in the captain's heart cannot be described in words.
The garrison was indeed as powerful as the rumors said, with a wide range of tactics available.
An ordinary transport vehicle, after being modified by them, turned into an invulnerable armed vehicle, chasing the imperial army behind.
Seeing more and more of his subordinates being killed on the battlefield, the whole battle seemed like a one-sided massacre, and the captain could no longer calm down.
He gave an urgent order to his subordinates: "Fire all mortars. Those cars are reinforced with iron plates used by the Eighth Route Army. They can block bullets, but they certainly cannot block artillery shells, otherwise they would not make an S-shape to avoid the artillery shells."
"All the mortars were fired at these modified cars to destroy them."
"The rapid-fire artillery squadron must be in position to fire within two minutes, otherwise military law will be imposed."
Just as a few messengers ran out to give orders, a dark figure rushed over not far away and shouted from a distance: "Sir..."
"The First Battalion was jointly attacked by the enemy's heavy artillery and tanks. The troops suffered heavy casualties and requested reinforcements from the rapid-fire artillery squadron."
The commander of the regiment felt nervous and immediately replied: "Send someone to notify the rapid-fire artillery squadron to divide a small group into reinforcing the first group. The speed must be fast."
"Rumble..."
A series of more violent explosions suddenly sounded not far behind.
The captain turned around and saw a ball of fire rising into the sky. Thick smoke rose into the sky. Thick smoke and flying sand and gravel quickly spread around. In the blink of an eye, two cannons with high muzzles were destroyed.
shrouded.
"It's an artillery position. They were targeted by the heavy artillery unit of the Eighth Route Army." The chief of staff exclaimed with a pale face.
"Rumble..."
The bombardment did not stop because of his exclamation, but intensified.
Shells continued to explode in the explosion.
The artillery weighing more than a thousand kilograms was blown away instantly like a paper toy in front of the explosion...
"Sir, the cavalry brigade is finished..." Another voice suddenly sounded next to the regimental commander.
The cavalry brigade sent an order to rush over on fast horses. When they were seven or eight meters away, they jumped off the horse and strode to the commander of the regiment, reporting with a heartbroken look on his face.
"What's going on? How could the cavalry brigade be so good?" the commander of the regiment asked, staring at the messenger with a look of disbelief on his face.
The messenger cried bitterly and reported: "The Third Brigade was jointly attacked by the Eighth Route Army's heavy artillery and tanks, and the infantry could not stop it. Our captain took the initiative and wanted to bypass the tanks and get behind the Eighth Route Army to launch a surprise attack..."
"Unexpectedly, they hid a large number of armored vehicles behind the tanks. When we rushed in and opened fire, they caught us off guard and then chased us."
"The captain was killed on the spot, and the remaining cavalry retreated quickly when they saw that the situation was not going well."
"But the armored vehicle was too fast. It was no slower than us. It chased us all the way and shot at us."
"An entire cavalry brigade was wiped out by armored vehicles like a massacre."
The captain's face immediately turned red with anger, his fists were clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to curse.
The chief of staff rescued the enemy in time: "Captain, the ones that killed the cavalry brigade were definitely not armored vehicles. If I guessed correctly, they should have been the cars we saw, armed cars equipped with protective steel plates and machine guns."
"It's so shocking. An ordinary transport vehicle has been modified by the Eighth Route Army to have such powerful lethality."
The captain nodded in agreement and began to give orders with a stern face.
"Immediately contact the rapid-fire artillery squadron and detach a small team to march quickly to reinforce the third group and block the cavalry attacking them at all costs."
"All the artillery of the entire army is aimed at the armed vehicles attacking us. Pick the weakest and kill these armed vehicles first."
"Without armed cars and tanks, and only relying on a dozen heavy artillery pieces, the Eighth Route Army can't even think of killing us here."
The chief of staff was obviously not optimistic about the commander's conclusion. He hesitated and reminded: "Sir, I'm worried that the Eighth Route Army has other back-ups."
"No one before the war would have thought that the Eighth Route Army would dare to use heavy artillery and tanks to attack us, but they did just that."
The co-captain hesitated and replied: "There shouldn't be any back-up tactics."
"There are more than 3,000 Eighth Route Army troops in the East Road mopping up force. During the mopping up, we killed 5,000 to 6,000 people. If we add in the heavy artillery and chariot troops that appeared here, there will be no one left in the garrison. Where can we find the backup troops?"
"I hope so!" the chief of staff replied helplessly, but he did not let go of the thought.
"Boom boom... boom boom boom..."
More than 30 mortars under the wing were firing continuously. Although the car's assault speed was fast and it kept making S-shapes to evade, the target was too big. Three or four rounds of shells rained down, and a blind cat killed a mouse. It was always like that
One or two armed vehicles were destroyed.
However, the price paid by the Japanese army was even greater.
Armed cars followed closely behind the chariots, chasing the retreating troops and shooting at them. A large number of imperial troops were killed every minute.
"Boom boom..."
Two gunshots rang out not far from the regimental captain. In less than two seconds, a tank that was charging forward quickly stopped, and the few tongues of flame on the tank also disappeared.
After another two seconds, the entire tank turned into a ball of fire.
"It's the rapid-fire artillery squadron that's taking action!" a staff officer shouted, his face full of excitement.
The commander of the regiment was also happy and shouted quickly: "Order the rapid-fire artillery unit to continue shooting, destroy the remaining two tanks, and then name the armed cars behind the tanks and kill them all."
"Continue mortar fire, covering the rapid-fire gun squadron."
"The infantry is ready for counterattack."
"After killing all the tanks and armed vehicles equipped by the Eighth Route Army, fight back with me. I will kill all the Eighth Route Army who appear here."
In less than two minutes, the rapid-fire artillery units supporting several other brigades also started firing.
The armored company had a total of fourteen tanks and armored vehicles. In the blink of an eye, it lost five, or more than one-third.
Seeing this, the smile on the captain's face became thicker and thicker, and he seemed to have a winning chance.
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