"Hadron?"
Another special operations team member called the fallen brother.
Qiangzi got up from the ground and said, "It's okay, I was just bitten by the little devil's bullet."
Qiangzi covered his shoulders, and there was blood between his fingers, but he still had to climb onto the chariot, because if he did not enter the chariot, he could only suppress the Japanese on the wall by himself.
This time, the little devil is determined to attack, no matter the cost. There were thirty or forty people beaten to death on the wall alone, but the Japanese were still climbing up like ants over an egg. Moreover, two Japs were already opening the gate of the mountain stronghold. If they were not stopped, the Japanese army would rush in. Even if the bandits from the second village rushed down, it would be useless.
The Japanese's individual combat ability is much better than theirs. Whether it is shooting or stabbing, they are superior to them.
Last night, they were able to achieve a complete victory entirely because of their familiarity with the terrain, coupled with Duanwu's proper command, and their superior strength to the enemy.
But it would be different if they were fighting head-on. Although the Erlangshan village was easy to defend and difficult to attack, the Japs' marksmanship was so powerful that one person could defeat three to five bandits.
Such a shooting gap cannot be eliminated with just one word of courage. But the main thing is that the chariots are parked here.
Originally, they planned to drive the chariot to the mountains. But the road from Third Village to Second Village is too steep and it is not that easy to drive up. What's more, there are more than 60 people guarding Sanzhai, and with the strong courtyard walls, there is no problem at all.
But now it seems that Duanwu underestimated the combat capabilities of the little devils. They actually appeared from the most unlikely position, and the combat time was earlier than Duanwu expected.
This made Duanwu very passive, but fortunately he drove a Vickers M25 armored vehicle to the best position for shooting. This Vickers M25 armored vehicle can completely suppress the Japanese on the Western Wall.
But the Japs came one after another, and when one group died, another group would be replenished, as if they could never be finished.
Moreover, the Japs have already infiltrated into the village. Although the number of people seems to be small, the Japs have already spared their hands to open the village gate.
Outside the village gate was another group of Japs, although gunshots were heard behind the Japs. But Duanwu knew that those were just a dozen sentries of the Erlang Mountain bandits and could not cause fatal harm to the Japanese.
However, at this moment, a chariot fifty meters away from the Dragon Boat Festival suddenly opened fire, turning the two Japanese who were about to open the city gate into a hornet's nest.
It turned out that another soldier took the risk and jumped into the chariot. Although the movement was too fast and he almost fell into the chariot, fortunately, he only suffered a broken head and some pain all over his body.
The soldiers used the machine guns on the tanks to shoot at the Japs, beating the Japs who had penetrated in so hard that they no longer dared to show their faces.
Because at this time, their marksmanship was completely useless in front of the tank, and the bullets could not penetrate the armor of the tank at all.
And the little devil finally realized the helplessness of the Chinese soldiers when facing this steel monster. The bullets had no effect at all, and the grenades just scratched the itch.
And if you want to blow it up with explosives, it is almost impossible, because they don't carry explosives at all.
And even if they carried explosives, they wouldn't be able to rush forward at this time. In addition to tanks and infantry, the opponent had infantry and tanks working together, but there were only two or three Japs left who could not charge forward even if they were exhausted.
The little devil was passive for a while and could only look for bunkers to hide.
Because after the two imperial soldiers who went to open the village gate died, the muzzle of the chariot actually rotated and rushed towards them.
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The three Japs were speechless, because when did the Chinese learn to make their tanks so slippery?
But little did they know that there was a Dragon Boat Festival. After he fumbled around with the controls of the Little Devil's chariot, he easily mastered it. After all, during training, some old-fashioned tanks from various countries were also operated in the Dragon Boat Festival, and they were similar.
So after Duanwu tried it, he knew how to use these chariots. So when they were in Mopan Mountain, Duanwu not only taught them how to drive, but also told them how to use the chariot.
And not only the special forces members, but also some bandits have learned a little bit.
But there are still some basic special operations team members who learn quickly, and with a night of exploration, the special operations team members can play with this tank very easily.
boom!
After one shot, the bunker where the two Japs were hiding was blown away, and the Japs hiding behind the wooden box were also shaken and flew backwards, vomiting blood.
Another Japanese soldier said angrily: "Baga!"
He stood up and planned to shoot at the chariot. Although he may have just had a trance, people often lose their minds when they are angry.
The same goes for this Japs. After he lost his mind, he actually wanted to shoot a tank with a rifle.
But as soon as he got up, the injured Qiangzi set up the machine gun, pointed it at him with one hand, and pulled the trigger.
A dense barrage of bullets roared out, pouring onto the Japs body in an instant.
The Japanese's body was penetrated by the huge penetration force, and he flew backwards. Then his body hit the wooden box behind him, smashing the wooden box used by the bandits as a defensive bunker.
At this point, all the Japanese who had infiltrated into the three villages were eliminated, and the bandits raised their weapons and cheered.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, after a loud bang, the village gate was blown up.
It turns out that the Japs outside the gate did nothing. When the Japs inside the village were trying to contain the special forces, they hung explosives on the gate of the village and then detonated it and blew it down.
"attack!"
After the explosion, before the smoke and dust dispersed, the Japanese team leader let out a heart-rending roar and ordered his soldiers to rush into the stronghold.
The little devils, bayonets in hand, swarmed over like wasps.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was another loud bang. It turned out that the special forces team member who climbed into the car turned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the village gate and fired.
Although the special forces team members could not see the Japs in the smoke, they could imagine that when the gate of the village was blown up, the Japs would inevitably rush in.
So he fired a blind shot, but he didn't expect the shell to explode in the crowd of Japanese.
After this loud noise, more than a dozen Japs flew out, and at least twenty Japs were knocked down by the explosion.
As a result, as many as seven or eight people in the little Japanese team were killed, and countless others were injured.
But the Japanese who were not dead got up and continued to charge into the stockade.
The Japs seemed to be possessed, perhaps because of the anger of the superiors, the death orders issued, or perhaps because of the consecutive days of defeats, these little Japs were on the verge of collapse.
They are the Imperial Army of Japan, the invincible Imperial Army of Japan. But when they met the Dragon Boat Festival, they were played around like fools.
They suffered heavy losses, and one after another their former companions disappeared from their sight forever.
So whether it was anger or orders from Omura, Kira, and Kazuma, they all pushed them to rush in desperately.
"Attack! Attack!"
The Japanese squad leader, whose one eye was blown out, was still roaring at the top of his lungs! ...
