Twelve armored vehicles lined up in a row, just behind the Japanese army. They bombarded the Japanese artillery positions in the back of the fire from afar. Compared to machine guns tickling the armored vehicles, these cannons can also cause damage to them.

More than a dozen balls of fire exploded, and the ammunition that exploded flew away like a meteor. While hitting his own troops, it also provided lighting for the attacking team. Seeing the Japanese running around in front of the car, all the drivers showed cruel smiles: "Little Japanese, you have today, go to death for me!"

On the right, the machine gun hand held the fire and never let go of his fingers. There was no better Japanese than this. They were like stray dogs, standing in front of them without any rules. They had to sweep down several times, and even if they were lying down, it was useless. He heard the sound of the tracks under the tracks and knew that the driver had been pressing a lot. As for whether someone would spit it out when he turned around to clean the tracks, it was a matter of the post-war period!

Zhao Hu, the commander of the armored team, was sitting in the shooting position of a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun. He seemed to be addicted to anti-aircraft guns. From time to time, he swept a shuttle to the dark crowd. Most of the time, in order to provide lighting for the armored team, he specifically shot at the pile of straw blocks in the fields. Often, a few shells were lit, and the remaining momentum of the fire bullets was not reduced, and the Japanese hiding behind him were torn to pieces!

In the firelight, many running Japanese soldiers were frightened by the explosion organization and stood straight and stood in a daze, or kept shouting silly in their mouths, but the final remorse could not redeem the sins they had committed before. They were either cut by shrapnel or knocked down by bullets, and the gushes of snow even turned the night sky into dark red!

Some unconvinced Japanese found that they could not run through the tanks, so they began to organize their resistance in groups of three or two. For example, the two squadron leaders of the 22nd Squadron gathered more than a dozen people around. The captain of the 1 squadron asked everyone to put the grenades into their backpacks, and said to the captain of the 2nd Squadron: "Kishita, the situation is urgent, and there is no other way. At this moment, we must find the enemy's weakness and explode one or two of them first to block the attack of the armored team and win precious time for the troops behind. Otherwise, we will be wiped out until dawn!"

Kishita was also a fool. He hugged his backpack full of grenades and turned around and shouted to his subordinates: "Don't think you can escape. Seeing that there is no enemy behind? There are a large number of Eighth Route Forces following up. Even if you avoid the attack of the chariots, you can't escape the enemy's search and suppression. Without a built-in counterattack, you will still be a mess! If you want to buy time for your comrades, follow me. At worst, you can just die a step ahead!"

The Japanese behind them also knew that death was coming. For the fear of customer service, they tried their best to cover the Kanno Pill in their mouths. After a moment, their eyes were bloodshot, their breath became thicker, and they screamed and raised their weapons, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They were on the battlefield before, and this battlefield became theirs!

More than 20 Japanese devils were divided into two groups, facing the defeated crowd, and they became two star teams in the flying war, attacking fiercely at the fire-breathing tank troops.

The counterattack of these two teams also successfully led a large group of Japanese troops. They no longer struggled in the water like those who jumped into the river, nor did they want to lie behind the ridge of the field to avoid the crushing of the chariots. They joined the crowd more and more to add strength to the mantis arm that blocked the chariot!

I have to say that this brainless torrent really surprised the armored team. I thought the Japanese had brought explosive bags to fight back. You should know that the most feared thing about armored vehicles is this kind of human fried egg, no matter which side it is.

The formation began to change. The three personnel carriers were at the front, and behind them were two self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery vehicles, one of which was Zhao Hu. Because the anti-aircraft artillery vehicle was open, it not only ignites straw, but also uses grenade launchers to illuminate eggs!

With the sound of "bangbang", lighting eggs were shot out from afar, illuminating the Japanese's miserable white face, and also seeing the weapons they were carrying. Only then did Zhao Hu and the others breathe a sigh of relief. It turned out that no one was carrying a medicine bag, and at most there were only a dozen people holding backpacks in their arms. From their steps and the grenades held in their hands, it can be seen that these people would not cause substantial damage to the armored vehicles!

With an attitude of believing in it rather than believing in it, the three armored vehicles in front began to shoot. The Japanese who were running in the front only realized that among these chariots, the most terrifying thing was not the tanks or the anti-aircraft artillery vehicles that were smashing people, but these monsters that were spitting fire all over their bodies!

Behind the steel baffle on the roof, Zhou Bing went on the battle himself. He thought the anti-aircraft gun wasted and was not interested in tank guns, so he was particularly fond of this huge machine gun. Good guy, one egg head weighs more than two taels. After hitting the Japanese, he can penetrate several of them, which is much more powerful than a machine gun!

Following the tracer of the 14.5mm machine gun bullet, the armored vehicle began to spit fire on all sides. The fire was not a muzzle, but a muzzle flame shot from several machine guns and submachine guns. Because it was too dense, it looked like three trains!

Ruan Xiaowu was fighting a light machine gun in the passenger seat. He was so fond of this machine gun that it was light in weight and had a large amount of eggs. Even if the parts were broken, they could be replaced with parts of the Bayi Bar. Especially for quick-loading egg drums, they didn't have to make their fingers hurt. Just open the cover and install it inward!

Even though the exhaust fan on the armored vehicle was spinning wildly, there was no time to take away the smoke from the car, and there was no sound in the car. There were only crazy shooting sounds and bolts colliding. The soldiers were almost crazy. A magazine was shot a few more. Some people were eager to find the magazine, so they picked up the quick loading drum and used it. Well, this time it was much better, seventy-five rounds, and they could shoot more than a dozen points! Of course, their actions would naturally win the angrily scolding of the machine gunner: "Don't waste food, save me some. If I hadn't brought more before, it wouldn't be enough now!"

It’s not his fault for roaring, there are too many Japanese outside the car. They found that the bullet grenade was helpless against the armored vehicle, so they rushed forward with their lives, and even wanted to stab the shooting hole with a bayonet!

Under the moths of the melon-eating crowd's fire, Kishiguchi finally took the opportunity. He knew that the grenade's delay was too long, so he rang it early. Then, carrying a backpack full of blood mud, howled and rushed towards the armored vehicle. Whether it was successful or not, he didn't want to go back alive. In fact, because of covering him, there were too many people dead in front, so many of his feet began to slip. It was not rain, but snow of his companions!

Kishita staggered, but he could dodge two shots in a sensation. Fortunately, the last bullet snatched his leg, but it only made him stop for the time being!

But both automatic rifles were empty, and the others had no shooting angle. Kinoshita looked at the smokey grenade in his hands, his eyes showed fanaticism, and murmured: "Kisun Xiu, let's be in Jiudan..."

"boom!"

As all the injured Japanese expected, while the warrior in the car bowed his head and explosion-proof, Kishita and his grenade turned into a bunch of debris. However, he did not pounce under the armored vehicle as scheduled, but was blown away by a close-range shell!

"No, I don't believe it, are the Tujiao Route Army members desperate for life? Are they not afraid of accidental injuries?"

Matsumoto, who had finally caught up with him, couldn't believe his eyes when he saw this scene, but the shell was so accurate that it turned his hope into bubbles. So he had to drag his injured leg and prepare to repeat the same mistake. But before he could take a few steps, he screamed in fear: "No, I just carry a bag of grenades. Is it worth bombarding me with a cannon?"

"Bang!……………”
Chapter completed!