However, when he rushed out of the ground, before he could find the position where his infantry company was located, an officer shouted: "Come on, soldier, help me carry the shells."

Although the officer's face was covered with smoke and sweat, the young deputy squad leader still recognized him at a glance.

The burly soldier who was carrying an ammunition box on his shoulder and a clamped on his right arm was definitely more than 30 kilograms in total. The chest that was pulling Feng Ji buckle was violently undulating, turned out to be Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao, the highest commander who presided over the oath-taking meeting of the entire army in Cangcheng before the battle began.

Not only was his conspicuous figure, but his brief opening remark also made the young deputy squad leader remember it deeply.

"Dear brothers from the Northeast Army and Sichuan Army, please forgive Tang Dao to bring you into this Jedi. I know that everyone is raised by my father and mother. My parents are waiting for us to go home at home. Coming to Cangcheng means disappointing my parents; but I know even more that the Japanese are coming and if we go back, then what parents have to face is the Japanese bloody bayonet. Brothers, tell me, should we go back or not?"

After the silence sounded, the young commander was the roar of the shaking arms driven by the company commanders, "Don't reply!"

The young deputy squad leader remembered that he also roared and waved his arms with all his might.

I really can't go back. As long as I can stop the Japanese, he will die, and his parents will have their younger brothers and sisters to take care of them. But if the Japanese are put in and into Sichuan, it will be all over.

In the battle between Songhu, not all the soldiers died. The burning odor emitted from the burning rubble ruins had not dissipated for several months, which reminded the soldiers how cruel the war was.

Civilians are lambs to be slaughtered in the face of war.

"If you don't go back and want to live, you can only fight to the death. The Japanese are nothing scary. They are just two arms and two legs, which are quite short. A week ago, I was surrounded by an infantry corps in the Sihang Warehouse with my brothers. They were killed likewise. The Japanese died, but I am still alive." Tang Dao slapped his chest and used his personal experience to inspire the soldiers in Cangcheng.

The power of role models is infinite.

At this moment, the soldiers' emotions were obviously even more intense.

Following the tall and burly Tang Dao, the soldiers shouting the slogan of "Fight to the Death" loudly, they saw a glimmer of hope in desperate situations.

Because, when they remembered that the person in front of them was not an ordinary army lieutenant colonel, he was the battalion commander of the Fourth Army Battalion, a soldier who came out of the real death.

He could lead more than a hundred brothers from the Jedi to escape from the Heaven, but this time it might not be impossible.

If you can't retreat and don't want to die, you can only follow this commander who has created miracles.

The young deputy squad leader was deeply impressed by the highest commander who was not a few years older.

"Yes, sir!" The young deputy squad leader quickly carried the gun behind him, took a bulky bullet box from his armpit, and followed him to a city wall position.

There was no time to tell whether it was in the east or south of the city. As soon as Tang Dao, who was carrying the ammunition box, arrived at the position, threw down the ammunition box, and did not have time to say goodbye to the supreme commander, the young deputy squad leader hugged his gun and entered a more cutting-edge position. After hiding in a single combat position, he fired at the Japanese infantry advancing to the position only 150 meters away, pulled the bolt, and fired again.

Even if the 57mm tank gun of the Japanese 89 tank turned the turret, a "boom" shot exploded a heavy machine gun fire point that was only 15 meters away from him. A shrapnel flew over and made a big hole in his cheek, blood dripping down. His shooting hand did not shake, and he still stared at the Japanese invaders who were constantly approaching in the broken walls in front of him, aiming and shooting.

It was not until the Japanese figure he had been staring at fell down after he shot ten consecutive shots that the young deputy squad leader turned over and fell to the sandbag after the incident, panting heavily to insert the magazine into his rifle again.

The old squad leader was right. The more you fear death on the battlefield, the faster you die. When you are not afraid of death, you die much slower.

After killing a Japanese army, his heart was actually much calmer.

Whether he dies or not, at least here, he has killed a Japanese devil first. According to the current popular saying in the army, he has made a fortune and will not lose money at least.

The gunfire around him was very dense, proving that his comrades were fighting back bravely and fearlessly like him.

But the Japanese infantry advanced very resolutely. The grenades that were constantly being shot by grenade launchers hundreds of meters away were terrible. Not to mention heavy machine guns, even light machine guns had to be transferred quickly if they were fired, otherwise they would be targeted by more than two grenade launchers.

Fortunately, the smoke from infantry artillery and grenades also provided some concealment for the position here. During the 20-minute battle, the position where the young deputy squad leader was located was unfortunately hit by a single shot by the Type 89 tank that was moving in the ruins of the broken walls, and the rest of the firepower points survived.

Although the Japanese infantry advanced for dozens of meters, they could basically suppress them from entering the charge stage.

However, the 57mm tank gun of the Japanese Type 89 tank 400 meters away was too terrible. As long as it fired, even if it used thick logs as a support to cover the two layers of sandbags, it would be impossible to stop it.

Not to mention the simple trenches built with sandbags. If they hit, the trenches will be damaged more than three meters, and the bricks flying on the top of the city wall will increase their killing effect. It will be difficult for soldiers within a radius of five or six meters to survive.

In just a moment, more than a dozen infantry soldiers were killed and killed by their shelling.

If it continues to shell like this, all the infantry soldiers on this position will be killed or injured by artillery fire.

But the heavy machine guns on the position and the mortars arranged two hundred meters behind had no effect on the iron lump. Moreover, it was extremely cunning. It used the broken walls of the destroyed houses outside the Cangcheng to hide its huge body. It only turned the turret to fire at the infantry positions on the top of the city wall.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Dong!Dong!Dong!" With the unfamiliar but extremely terrifying shooting sound, the young deputy squad leader who had just emptied a magazine and killed a Japanese infantry again looked back in a terrifying manner.

Thirty meters away from him, there was a circular heavy machine gun position, surrounded by sandbags, which were mostly half a person tall. Lieutenant Colonel Tang Dao, who had just asked him to help carry the shell box, sat on the shooting seat of the single-barrel machine gun of Erickon, holding the machine gun handle in both hands, lowered the long muzzle flat, and fired a gun at the Japanese tank 400 meters away.

At this time, it was already slightly dark.

The 20 rounds of Erliton machine guns provided sufficient ammunition capacity. A series of 20mm caliber shells were shot out, and a fiery red and gorgeous trajectory was formed in the air.

Although it is just a flash, it is a bit thrilling.

However, the young deputy squad leader knew that this beauty from the city was hidden in the extreme cruelty.

If you are hit by such a beautiful rainbow, people will be divided into pieces and tanks will be beaten into fireworks.

Yes, although the Erliton machine gun is not as famous as the Surotong machine gun, its performance through armor is also not weak. It is not too difficult to penetrate 20mm steel plates at a distance of 400 meters.

A series of shells hit the broken walls where the Japanese tanks were hiding, and the Japanese tanks, who were startled, were furiously reversing with thick smoke, trying to hide back into the broken wall before being shrouded by a beautiful rainbow.

But Tang Dao has obviously been eyeing this delicious fat piece of meat for a long time. He doesn't care whether it runs or not, and he pours the shells into that area without stopping.

The advantage of Erlicon's 20 rounds of bullet boards was revealed at this time. In a group of four shells, in just a few seconds, several fiery red bullet marks passed through the dark night sky and fell around the 89 tank.

The Japanese grenade launcher reacted very quickly. Although the smoke from the Chinese position made them unable to find the specific location of the machine gun, they still determined the approximate location through the clear ballistics in the air. More than a dozen grenades exploded dozens of meters or even ten meters around the machine gun.

The young deputy squad leader looked back and stared at him, and piles of smoke rose up beside Tang Dao, and even brick fragments crossed the fortification and hit the cannon body and steel shield of the machine gun, and a heart-wrenching sound of "clang! clang!" was heard.

It was the grim voice of the god of death.

If you hit any piece of it on a person, you will end up with a broken tendon and a fracture.

The young deputy squad leader was not sure whether he had already made up his will to stay where he was like Tang Dao in such an environment.

But Tang Dao is still there.
Chapter completed!