Smoke was rolling on the plains between the Chinese and Japanese armies, and Japanese infantry struggled to survive in artillery fire.

But the infantrymen of the Chinese and Japanese armies located in the trench focused their attention on 20 conspicuous bags flying in the smoke.

The Japanese infantry hoped that the tanks of their own tanks could crush the trench defense lines that the Chinese had just laid out in a hurry, and then kill all directions.

The 1st Division has been stationed in the Northeast for nearly 4 years, and they have long been used to the Chinese people not daring to face their military prestige.

Even the Four-Road Regiment in Purple Mountain, facing the attack of the oldest division in the empire, wouldn’t it be possible to rely on the geographical advantages of the mountains to defend? Suddenly, such a Chinese army came, and they were clearly fighting against them, and they also used heavy firepower to attack first. The proud imperial officers and soldiers of the 1st Division were aggrieved and wanted to give the Chinese a fierce counterattack.

Now, the division's first chariot squadron has fulfilled their wishes. They must be able to do so. The Japanese infantry trembling in the trenches have full expectations for the Imperial Steel Knights.

Ishida Kotaku Sergeant is the commander and observer of No. 6 of the 1st Chariot Squadron of the 1st Division.

This lower-level Japanese officer from a noble servant family has the tenacity that most Japanese troops have never had. At the age of 20, Xiaotashi Ishida, who only had a junior school education, spent three years promoted from a second-class private who was engaged in weapon maintenance to a top-class private. Because he repaired the Type 96 machine gun that was nearly damaged in the battle, he was appreciated by his superiors and was eventually sent to the chariot squadron. Three years later, he became the best driver of the chariot squadron and promoted to the squadron-level chariot commander.

Although this promotion speed is far less than that of officers who have experienced a non-commissioned officer school, it is enough to become a captain in 6 years, but it is already very inspiring for a child from a servant's family.

Of course, this is not the first time that Ishida Kotaku has been on the battlefield. In the Battle of Nomenkan last year, he personally led his No. 6 car and the T26 tanks of the Mao Bear Army. Although he did not destroy a new Mao Bear tank, the No. 6 car he led is one of the 10 surviving tanks of the 80 tanks assembled by two divisions.

The Chinese defense line was 300 meters away. Ishida Kotaku had already seen the appearance of the Chinese's simple defense line through the observation hole. They were simple trenches dug in less than an hour. The depth did not exceed 1 meter and the width did not exceed 1.5 meters. The Type 97 tank he led could almost be crushed without any effort.

A 15-ton tank weighs easily, and the feeling of any person or thing that dares to stand in front of the car is like stepping on a few ripe persimmons wearing military boots, which is a bit soft, but the scarlet juice will rush far away.

This feeling is a bit disgusting, but also a little excited, especially when thinking about the fact that most of the Chinese were crushed under the track and still not dead for a while.

The only thing to be guarded against is that the Chinese hidden in the trenches fired cluster grenades. The heavy tank chassis is not afraid of explosives without armor-breaking ability, but the tracks are not that strong.

"Rider, slow down the speed of the vehicle; gunner, aim at the enemy trenches and fire! Kill some of the little bugs first, and prepare the machine gunner to remove any little bugs that dare to enter a hundred meters around the chariot." The tough-hearted Kotaku Shoupapa patted the driver's shoulder and shouted loudly to issue instructions to the other three members in the car.

The other three people made tactical actions according to the order of Kotaku Ishida. The huge body of the Type 97 tank dropped from a speed of 30 kilometers per hour to 10 kilometers. The 57mm howitzer muzzle began to lower, aiming in front, the 7.7mm machine gun located at the front of the car also opened the safety...

The four-person team of Car No. 6 has been working together for almost two years. In the Battle of Nomenkan a year ago, it was because the four of them worked perfectly like a precision machine that they escaped. They were not torn into half-cooked meat like many colleagues like Mao Bear with a 50mm front armor like that.

Tanks are not like infantrymen. Once they are penetrated by armor-piercing bombs, they will not have any living space at all. Not to mention flying shrapnel, the high temperature brought by metal jets can be roasted.

The 57mm short-barrel howitzer began to fire. The skilled gunner cannon fired extremely accurately. With just one test shot, the shells fell to an area less than 5 meters away from the trench. After three shots in a row, the trench in the direction of vehicle No. 6 was already charred.

A machine gun fortification built with a sandbag was shattered in a hurry, and the trench collapsed.

Ishida Xiaotao, who had been observing Kong, nodded with satisfaction, but the tough Japanese chariot commander still did not dare to relax his vigilance, and his eyes remained in the distance.

In fact, in front of the roaring chariots of the empire, the Chinese were really too quiet. With his experience of encircling and suppressing the rebels on the battlefield in Northeast China, shouldn't they sweep the shell guns, rifles, and machine guns all over? Even if they know that they have no effect.

Moreover, after several shots, no human tissue in the trenches was blown up. Could it be that the Chinese people took the initiative to retreat when they saw that they were invincible?

If that were the case, perhaps the 1st Chariot Squadron would create a myth that would break the defense line of thousands of people with the power of a squadron.

However, Ishida Kotaku still rationally hid this happiness and did not easily reveal it. Unlike his swaggering boss, Captain Kamiya, who was still shouting in the wireless phone caller: "The heroic knights of the Empire, follow me, move forward, move forward!"

The No. 1 tank was 100 meters away from the No. 6 car. Because its speed did not slow down, it should be 70 meters ahead of the No. 6 car. In order to gain a better view, Ishida Kotaku took the risk of opening the tank top hatch door and quietly peeking his head to observe.

Of course, Xiaotaka Ishida, who was looking through his head, wouldn't know that the No. 6 tank had just fired several guns, and it was not just a machine gun fortification and a small trench that collapsed. Two Chinese soldiers died in this precise shelling.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! It is the defense line of the 1st Company and 1st Platoon of the 3rd Battalion of the 772nd Regiment. A soldier from an infantry squad saw the Japanese tanks getting closer and closer, and the infantry squad leader immediately ordered the soldiers to take up the battle position. This is also the rule of the 772nd Regiment against the enemy. Even if it is a steel giant beast that cannot be penetrated by bullets, the officers and soldiers of the 772nd Regiment will not retreat because of this.

Two soldiers, less than 6 meters away from the bombardment site, were taken away by the terrifying shrapnel of grenades. Until they died, they still lay quietly on the battle position they had already dug. The Germanic steel helmets that had been dyed dark green did not completely block the shrapnel.

"Platform leader, where is our cannon! Where is our rapid-fire cannon! Didn't this kind of cannon be used to attack tanks?" The infantry squad leader who half-draged and moved the remains of his comrades to the side of the trench questioned the infantry platoon leader who rushed over with a deep cry.

The blasting team was still hiding 50 meters in front of the position, more than 200 meters away from the Japanese tanks. If this continues, they will have to be beaten passively, and they don’t know how much sacrifice they will have to make.

I just had no cannons before, but why not use them now?

"You shouted, "A hammer, I'm an infantry platoon leader, not an artillery platoon leader. The company commander is calling the battalion commander and waiting for me." Looking at the bodies of the sacrificed soldiers, the infantry platoon leader's eyes stared like a bronze bell.

As a grassroots commander, he could only take the order, even if he was helpless.

"The regiment commander, several battalion commanders called and said that the Japanese tanks were parked more than 200 meters away to attack the position with cannons and machine guns, which had caused many casualties. I hope to fight back with rapid-fire cannons." The regiment chief of staff ran over to report to Wang Xiaoqiang, who was holding a telescope and closely monitored the battlefield.

"No!" Wang Xiaoqiang's face turned cold.

"Who dares to fire a shot before the Japanese tanks enter the position 100 meters? Military law is engaged in it!"

"Captain..." The Chief of Staff of the regiment wanted to speak again, but saw Wang Xiaoqiang put down his telescope and his eyes revealed determination.

"Old Zhao, when our regiment had no artillery before, could this battle be fought?"

"Can fight!" The chief of staff of the regiment did not hesitate.

"That's it. If you don't have guns, you can shoot them even more. Finally, the Japanese tanks dare to go up without following the infantry. They fired guns so far away and scared the dog god away? Then, will you, Lao Zhao, or will I, Lao Wang, chase them?"

"Captain, do you mean?" The chief of staff, who had insisted on firing artillery to support the front-line infantry, had his eyes lit up.

"I mean, since you want to close the door and beat the dog, you have to wait for the dog days to enter the yard and the whole family will make them dumplings." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"No one wants to see sacrifices, but if we let these more than 20 Japanese tanks escape part of them, we will make greater sacrifices in the future.

This battle is called pulling tiger teeth. No matter how painful it hurts, I will pull out these tiger teeth from the dog god."

"Then I'll go and explain it to them." The Chief of Staff nodded.

"If the battalion commanders still don't know my intentions, then they'd better go home and go to the baby, and ignore them." Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hand.

"But I can tell them that in this battle, the company has eliminated the most Japanese tanks. I will give that company a first-class collective merit and the members of the blasting team will be awarded the second-class individual merit. If they can't rank first, they will have to pay the merits according to the number of Japanese tanks that blow up."

"Captain, you want them to snatch it!"

"It's okay to grab it, blowing up the Japanese tank is the bottom line!"

In the battalion of the commander Wang Da, the company killed the first-class Japanese tanks and recorded the collective first-class merit. As soon as the news reached the front line, the company and the platoon leaders were eager to wait for the six rapid-fire cannons of the regiment artillery company to participate in the battle, and they immediately lost a lot of thought. Instead, they waited eagerly for the Japanese tanks to continue advancing. At the same time, they calculated how many Japanese tanks were on their defense line.

At this time, in the eyes of these Chinese infantrymen who were ready to fight, the Japanese tanks were no longer some fire-breathing steel monsters, but military achievements.

First-class collective military achievements are not only honors, but also generous rewards!

Now the 921st Division has also begun to learn from the Four Army Corps. Those who have obtained military achievements will not only have bonuses and medals, but also have three days off to get a first-class collective merit. If you wear a silver medal on your chest during a grand festival, you must not envy those brothers who do not have one to death?

Zhen Youcai is one of these soldiers who want to gain military merits. Even Zhen Youcai wants to gain military merits than most people.

However, others want to get military achievements, either because of glory or rewards, but Zhen Youcai, a top corps who joined the army in Southeast Jin, is not.

Zhen Youcai wanted to leave the army and go home.

It’s not because he’s afraid of death, but because he wants to go home and have a look.

The 683rd Brigade is good, but the only thing that Zhen Youcai feels bad is the regulations on marriage in the 80th Army. The '285th Regiment' can apply for marriage. Zhen Youcai thinks it's nothing, so he can just endure it. However, Zhen Youcai, who only reaches the regiment position and is just a high-ranking soldier, thinks that it's simply impossible to meet the conditions.

Others can wait and get married, but Zhen Youcai can't wait. He is the son whose parents gave birth to at the age of 40. He has 6 sisters on it. His parents are almost 65. His only hope is to hope that his youngest son will get married.

Moreover, his parents were already enlightened enough. For the sake of national hatred and family hatred, even his only son was willing to contribute to join the army, but in this way, he had a conflict with the concept of the army.

In winter, my elder sister wrote to say that her parents were in poor health. Her family told him a marriage, hoping that he would go back and take a look. Even if he was not married, it would be good to go back and see his parents to give them some comfort.

The company commander also knew about his family's situation, but he was helpless in the face of military rules and could only agree to him that if Zhen Youcai could make meritorious on the battlefield, he would give him a half-month leave to let him go home to visit his relatives.

Zhen Youcai was the No. 2 blasting hand of the blasting team. He was carrying a five-kilogram explosive bag on his back and two specially made mobilizers were tied to his chest. In order to ensure that he could survive, the platoon leader lent him all his beloved shell gun.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhen Youcai hid in a single soldier trench less than 80 meters in front of the position. The single soldier trench was less than one meter deep. Fortunately, Zhen Youcai was thin and shrank inside was enough to avoid the bullet flow of Japanese tank machine guns.

Unlike other blasters who occasionally look up their heads and observe the distance of Japanese tanks, Zhen Youcai relies entirely on feeling the vibration of the ground on his body to determine how far the Japanese tanks are.

In the past, Zhen Youcai used grenades to attack Japanese tanks when he was ambushed. He knew that the Japanese tankers would observe the front through the observation port located in front of the tank, and could also observe the surroundings from the gaps in the top cover. If he was not exposed, he would reduce his own risks and success rate.

The vibration on the ground was getting louder and louder, which meant that the Japanese tanks were getting closer and closer. Zhen Youcai took a deep breath and gently pulled out a molten bottle on his chest and squeezed it into his hand.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were constant roars from the rear position, and the rapid-fire cannons of the artillery company finally began to fire, which also means that the Japanese tanks were close enough to the position.

You can attack!

Zhen Youcai took out the match and lit the twist outside the molten bottle in the individual trenches with great decisiveness. Although the twist is not burning fast, it only takes less than 15 seconds for him. Most of the bottles of gasoline are not a good thing, and they will be ignited if you are not careful.

Zhen Youcai, who turned over and flipped out of the trenches, did not run wildly, but instead made several tactical avoidance moves and crawled on the battlefield. After two years of fighting and training, Zhen Youcai was no longer a young man with only a stupid force when he left the village.

Sure enough, a shuttle of bullets swept the way Zhen Youcai had just rolled over.

"Shoot him to death!" Captain Hiromori Kamiya looked at the Chinese soldiers who suddenly jumped out of the right front of the tank through the gap in the top hatch, and his eyes were full of horror.

The Chinese anti-tank guns opened fire, and the Japanese Army Captain was not very scared because the front armor of the Type 97 medium tank was as thick as 26MM and had an arc surface. Unless the Chinese guns located more than 600 meters away were sufficiently accurate to hit, the Type 97 medium tank had sufficient protection. Moreover, the 57mm howitzer equipped by his car was not a decoration, and the gunner was also trying to fight back.

The dense firepower of 20 artillery pieces is enough to deal with those small-caliber anti-tank guns.

But a Chinese soldier who suddenly jumped out panicked the Japanese Army captain with rich experience on the battlefield.

Because, there was a ball of fire in the hands of that Chinese soldier!

Molotov cocktail! Captain Kamiya Hiromori, who was named an outstanding graduate in the non-commissioned officer school, thought of this object the teacher had mentioned, and his mind suddenly became big.

What tanks fear the most is either explosive packs or armor-piercing bombs or fire!

Even if no oil is ignited, as long as a ball of fire is burned on the tank, the inside of the tank, which is already very hot, will soon turn into a large iron pot set on the fire due to the rapid heat conduction of metal. And these armored soldiers are like meat stewed in an iron pot.

If it were normal, the Chinese soldier who was at least 20 meters away from his No. 1 tank had no chance to get within 10 meters of the tank, because the accompanying infantry could quickly use bullets to help them remove the threat.

But now, he can only rely on two 7.7mm machine guns.

Without even arguing that he had commanded the squadron tank charge, Captain Kamiya personally controlled the machine gun located at the back of the turret to sweep the Chinese soldiers still in the shooting world. At the same time, the driver also began to turn the tank body, attempting to use the machine gun in front of the front of the vehicle to strafuse the enemy.

Zhen Youcai seemed to have eyes. Before the Japanese machine gun swept over, he rushed forward and dodged a round of bullets by chance. He also pushed one hand and rolled continuously again, leaving a string of bullet marks on the rolling ground.

More importantly, the mould bottle twist in his right hand was still burning, and the tactical movements with a huge range of movement did not break the fragile glass bottle.

Whenever the bottle is broken, it is not that the mob can't be used, but that his whole body will turn into a ball of fire.

"Damn it, who told him to ignite the moor bottle before approaching the Japanese tank?" The infantry platoon leader with his eyes like a copper bell looked at this thrilling scene, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"This kid is probably just to avoid making mistakes, so as not to get matches away from the Japanese tanks." The infantry squad leader who once yelled with his own platoon leader could only explain weakly to his soldiers.

"Damn, in order not to make mistakes, he almost made a bigger mistake, and he made a great contribution to the goal. Should I take his urn back for his parents and six sisters?" The infantry platoon leader wanted to exchange for Zhen Youcai himself.

Really, he would never want to have such an only son again, it was purely torture to him, a six-year veteran.

No one can resist a person who wants to go home to comfort his parents, and even bullets cannot.

Zhen Youcai, who only had tanks in his eyes, was the most beautiful boy on the battlefield at that moment. Looking at the thin and weak senior corps, he made at least ten evasive tactical actions in the crazy strafing of Japanese tank machine guns.

Not only did I not get shot by the bullet, but the fire in my hand was getting stronger and stronger!

A Chinese soldier who was rolling less than 7 meters away from the Japanese tank No. 1 was like a magical magician, waving his arms fiercely at the tail of the Japanese tank that had just turned the gun muzzle.

In Captain Kamiya's frozen pupils, the mobilizer with flames rolled in the air and hit the rear of the tank.
Chapter completed!