"Nani!" (ÒωÓױ)!
Umezu Yoshijiro and the tanker were stunned.
This is a 75mm artillery shell.
Their attack weapon.
Hit ordinary trench machine gun fire points one at a time.
Even those ordinary houses can be blown down with one shot.
How come I can't even penetrate this weird-looking tank when I shoot at it?
"Quick, keep firing!"
Umezu Meijiro raised his command sword and shouted loudly.
boom!
The 97 light tank beside him fired again.
Another shell hit the front armor of the tank.
The shell again bounced off the sloping front armor.
There are only shallow dents on the front armor.
This time, Umezu Yoshijiro and the tanker were completely Spartan.
It could have been said to be an accident just now.
But twice in a row, it cannot be explained by accident.
"Commander, what, what should I do?"
The Japanese soldiers behind Umezu Meijiro were a little scared.
Although they are well-trained elites, they are only human.
Facing an enemy that can be defeated, he is naturally extremely arrogant.
However, when facing an enemy that cannot be defeated, one will also be afraid and frightened.
Many people recalled the fear of being crushed by a torrent of steel in Nomenkan two years ago.
This fear is even stronger than two years ago.
Two years ago, their tanks could at least inflict damage on enemy tanks.
But now, the artillery they were so proud of was unable to deal with the steel monsters on the opposite side.
The panic and frustration caused by this powerlessness quickly plunged the morale of the Japanese army into a low ebb and gradually evolved towards collapse.
"ah--"
A veteran who had participated in Nomenkan recalled what happened to his companions, and took the lead in turning around and running into the distance.
"Baga, how dare you run away!"
Umezu Meijiro's blood surged when he saw this deserter.
You know, he is very strict in running the army.
It is required that orders and prohibitions be implemented.
Now, there are actually deserters under his command.
It's a slap in the face.
Umezu Yoshijiro drew his pistol and prepared to shoot the deserter.
However, that chicken thief who was a deserter actually learned to move in an S-shaped position, constantly dodging left and right in the obstacles, as slippery as a loach, and unable to aim at all.
Umezu Meijiro fired several shots, but they all fell into the air.
"Baga, don't let me see you again!"
Seeing that the deserter disappeared, Umezu Yoshijiro put away his gun and turned back angrily.
When he turned around, he saw a scene that horrified him.
The huge chariot had already arrived in front of him.
The huge tank didn't even fire its cannon.
Instead, he ran directly towards the 97 light tank next to him.
The 97 light tank wanted to evacuate, but its engine failed at this time.
It can't start a fire.
Crunch——
The heavy tank's tracks crushed the Type 97 light tank.
The 97-style light tank made a squeaking sound of twisted steel.
The ordinary thin iron armor, together with the Japs driver, was directly crushed into a discus.
"Run!"
Seeing the tanks being crushed into discus, the soldiers behind Umezu Yoshijiro were completely shattered.
They all turned around and ran away.
"ah--"
"Come back, come back to me!"
Umezu Yoshijiro wanted to stop this group of deserters.
However, these people only care about escaping for their lives, and they will not care about Umezu Yoshijiro's orders.
Someone disliked Umezu Yoshijiro for blocking the road, and pushed him, knocking Umezu Yoshijiro to the ground.
"Baga, you bastards, how dare you be so arrogant, I want..."
Umezu Meijiro was about to say something more when he suddenly heard a huge roar in his ears.
Umezu Meijiro turned his head around with difficulty.
He found that the huge and heavy tracks were already in front of him.
There is also red soil mixed in the gaps between the tracks.
If you look carefully, there seems to be some rotten meat hanging on it.
"Baga~"
Umezu Meijiro only had time to utter two words before the heavy tracks rolled over his body.
It directly integrated him with this land and could no longer be separated.
Scenes like this are constantly happening in various places in the city.
Groups of Japanese soldiers were crushed into mud.
Many Japanese soldiers were blocked in a corner and fired their grenades in despair, hoping to perish together with the steel chariot.
However, the armor of the Iron Chariot is very strong.
It cannot be penetrated by 75mm artillery, let alone ordinary fragmentation grenades.
Their grenades would barely leave a mark on the armor, let alone kill them all.
Steel chariots cleared out the remaining Japanese troops in the city.
After learning about the situation inside the city, the Communist troops outside the city sighed: "Although this thing moves slowly, it is really good at street fighting. Without these guys, a lot of blood would have been shed if they wanted to break into the city."
"In the past, little Japan used tanks to bully us. Now it's time to let them have a taste of the power of tanks."
"The troops began to enter the city and eliminate the remaining enemies in the corners."
"yes!"
Groups of soldiers entered the city and began to gradually kill the remaining defenders in the city.
The war has now become garbage time, and there is no possibility of reversing victory or defeat.
After using heavy siege tanks, the Communist army took only one day to capture the two important towns of Fengtian and Xinjing.
Completely cutting off the Japanese army's retreat.
The Kwantung Army scattered on the northeastern border became isolated armies.
Having lost their command, logistics, and retreat route, all that awaited them was the potato fields of the labor camp.
The base camp only learned of the news three days later.
Because Xinjing fell so quickly, a series of high-level officials from the Kwantung Army and Manchukuo did not have time to evacuate, and were immediately taken over.
Various communication facilities, radio stations, and radio stations are all controlled collectively.
There is no way to deliver relevant information to the base camp.
The base camp only knew that communications had been cut off, but had no idea what had happened.
The main force of the Kwantung Army was wiped out, Xinjing was occupied, and the puppet Emperor of Manchukuo was arrested. The base camp learned this information from newspapers after it was published.
After seeing the newspaper, Tojo was ashen.
Ever since he couldn't get through the radio stations of the Kwantung Army's main divisions, Tojo knew something was wrong.
It's just that, as a gambler, he has a trace of luck in his heart.
I also hope there is a possibility of a comeback.
But when the news was published as news, Tojo knew that it was irreversible.
Tojo reviewed what had happened in the past few months.
He discovered that Japan's luck had taken a turn for the worse since the attack on Pearl Harbor.
First, the southeastern theater collapsed.
Immediately afterwards, the Yangtze River defense line was broken, and North China turned wildly.
Then the Communist troops came out of the border and the Kwantung Army was completely destroyed.
A rough estimate shows that the total number of Japanese troops lost on the mainland reached 2.7 million.
This also includes the million-strong Kwantung Army, known as the flower of the army.
In the past few months, almost all the essence of the Army has been drained.
In order to stand up, he even pressed forward the second-line troops stationed on the Korean Peninsula.
Now, Japan has almost no available troops in the entire Far East continent.
The guerrillas can even beat up the remaining government institutions left by Japan.
This level of loss can no longer be made up by obtaining combat capabilities elsewhere.
Someone has to come out and apologize.
And he, the prime minister, is the best candidate to take the blame.
Rather than being arrested and tried, it would be better to commit seppuku, which would be more "decent".
Tojo picked up the long sword and gestured twice. Feeling the sharp edge of the katana, he hesitated again.
"It hurts so much when this knife stabs my stomach."
Tojo put the katana back and called his bodyguard in to serve as his intermediary.
And he just held a fan and put it on his abdomen to make a show.
With a bang of a gunshot, Tojo ended his sinful life.
