On that forward position, the little Japs in the bushes suddenly took off their camouflage, revealing two 37 anti-tank guns under a half-bunker, and pointed the black muzzles at the Sherman tank anchored halfway.
"It's over... Huzi! Hurry up and put on the smoke bomb, don't fucking bother me, hurry up!"
The commander felt a chill on his back and kept urging the gunner to load the shells. Now he was parked unprepared in the middle of the kill zone. Isn't this just a target?
The tank was damaged and broke down, unable to move forward. The infantry behind them just wanted to provide cover fire, but were forced back by the opponent's dense bullets.
"Tooっ込め、killせ!"
"Kill!"
How could the Japanese not seize this opportunity? Counterattack in front of the position is their best tactic. Countless yellow figures rushed down the hillside. They ignored the casualties caused by the opponent's artillery bombardment, just like a group of The lunatic... running with his bayonet fixed on his rifle, shouting crazily.
"boom!"
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, which was the sound of 37 shells hitting the turret. Before they could react, another shell hit the side, and the three large logs tied to the side of the tank body were dried to pieces.
"Tiger!" the commander shouted urgently. If this continues, it will be destroyed sooner or later.
"alright!"
"Fire! Another shot 50 meters ahead!" the commander shouted through the observation mirror.
Two rounds of smoke grenades were fired, and the front was already completely white. At the same time, the Japanese army's shooting field of view was also blocked, but the voices of those desperate guys who were shouting and charging could still be vaguely heard.
The crisis was temporarily lifted, but new problems followed one after another.
"Boss? What...what should we do?"
The young tank driver looked at the commander timidly. The lame tank was at best a direct-aimed cannon with a machine gun. If it was left in this bare place without any cover, it would have no other choice but to be used as a target. .
"What can I do? Fuck them!"
The loader Huzi, wearing only a vest, was covered in sweat. He didn't care about anything else. He took out a high-explosive bomb again and pushed the safety off and stuffed it into the barrel. He looked at everyone with unruly eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.
The commander's face was solemn, and the scene of the tank being blown up by the Japanese suddenly appeared in his mind. I am afraid that everyone will be in trouble this time.
"Either withdraw, or you'll die if you stay." The machine gunner below suggested.
"Hey Ji Laoliu, fuck your mother! If you want to run away, I can't afford to disgrace that person." Huzi yelled unhappily, glaring at the other person with a violent look.
Tank soldiers are already a valuable special force in the army. Logically speaking, it is not easy for them to join the armored brigade. Their treatment and status are much higher than other soldiers, and their sense of honor is very strong.
During the troops' constant training, fighting, and spending time together day and night, everyone treated the tank as if it were their own wife. Who would be happy to abandon his "daughter-in-law" and run for his life now?
"Boss, you decide. Whether you live or die, we will listen to you!"
"Yeah, the worst possible outcome is that we'll all die together!"
Looking at the angry companions, the commander hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind: "Fuck you, just die! Kill one without losing anything, kill two with blood gain, everyone is in their positions, let's do it!"
The melee continued, and the two warring parties were still gritting their teeth and persisting. The Japanese troops rushing down from the mountain quickly passed through the smoke area, and a large group of them pressed over like locusts crossing the border.
Under the current circumstances, any further attack would only increase casualties. The order to retreat was conveyed, and the soldiers fought and retreated, retreating together with the only remaining Sherman.
The crazy little devil wanted to see the red with his bayonet, and rushed into the opponent's formation regardless of the soldiers falling in pieces. In desperation, some soldiers could only pick up their weapons and start cutting back, but they were soon submerged in the sea of people. middle.
"Zizi...Gong Danian! What are you doing? Get back quickly!"
The commander's call came over the radio, but he didn't know... the people in the tank had already made the determination to die.
"Company Commander, we can't leave anymore, so let's cut off the rear for our brothers!"
After speaking, the commander Gong Danian opened the top cover of the turret, and two grenades that had already been unstrung were thrown towards the Japanese team with a swish.
"beat!"
boom! ! boom! !
The muzzle and coaxial machine gun fired together, and the front co-pilot's machine gun also began to output firepower.
The exploding grenade made the four or five fastest runners receive their lunch boxes on the spot. A close-range bombardment from the 76mm tank gun directly blew the fragmented remains of the corpse four to five meters high.
The Japanese soldiers who rushed over without thinking were instantly shocked. The little Japanese soldiers had no time to dodge before they were beaten into a sieve. The dense bullets swept away a large area like a sickle cutting leeks, which was so terrifying.
The Japanese commander Cao yelled in panic, signaling his soldiers to get down and take cover. However, the distance between the enemy and us was too close, and the enemy's shooting was so sudden. In just ten seconds, it was a massacre.
After reacting, the Japanese soldiers subconsciously shot at the opponent with their guns. The Type 99 light machine gun fired loudly on the Sherman's iron shell. It had no effect except splashing countless sparks.
"Foxhole on the left, shoot him! Follow up with the coaxial machine gun..."
"The turret has turned around, Ji Laoliu, please pay attention to the back..."
Although Sherman's tracks were broken and he couldn't move, the turret was still in good condition. Gong Danian used the observation mirror to order everyone to fight in an orderly manner.
The two Browning heavy machine guns on the car body were constantly venting firepower. Wherever the Japanese troops gathered, the M3 tank gun would take care of them.
The khaki corpses around them had fallen to the ground. Almost no one could rush within ten meters of the tank. The Japanese army, which lacked individual anti-tank preparations in a short period of time, had no way to deal with them.
Although a wave of counterattack drove away the enemy who had just attacked, no one expected that this damaged tank still had combat effectiveness, and it was still sandwiched in the middle of the counterattack team, which made it difficult for the little devil to fight. It's not even a fight. I'm so angry that my liver hurts.
"We're out of bullets, bring me a box of 76 bullets!" the machine gunner shouted.
"Old Ji, this is the last box!" The driver now acted as the deputy shooter in the car, and quickly took the magazine box from the side to replace his companion's.
However, it is still too difficult to defeat the enemy through the front observation mirror. There are too many blind spots to take into account. The rotation speed of the turret cannot keep up with the shooting. The most terrible thing is that the long-term shooting has almost exhausted the ammunition. It is difficult to take advantage of the opportunity to reload. During the period, the Japanese troops swarmed over like swarms of ants.
On the battlefield...sometimes, sometimes one loses one's mind in an instant. The eager little Japanese picks up bayonets and grenades and rushes towards the tank body, trying to use the most primitive method to attack the opponent.
Some Japanese soldiers had already climbed to the roof of the vehicle and wanted to open the turret roof and throw grenades inside, but no matter how hard they broke and pried, it was to no avail. The locked roof was difficult to open from the outside.
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