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A 1.5-meter-tall Japanese man flashed past Guan Jiaming.
He was holding a 1.8-meter Sanba Gai and stabbed the guard from behind who was fighting hand-to-hand with the Japanese.
Guan Jiaming looked at the little Japanese who was not as tall as a gun.
Pooh!
Guan Jiaming spat, stepped forward, swung the Zuoguan knife, and slashed it across the waist.
Phew~
A bloody rose dyed the surrounding snow red.
far away.
The Japanese Type 92 tanks were aimed at the chaotic battlefield.
As long as their people are at a disadvantage, or all die.
They would use their tanks to bombard the positions they had just reached close combat with.
Solve the troubles encountered in Bei'an Town as quickly as possible.
Matsushita Takuno, commander of the artillery brigade, was sitting on an armored vehicle at the back. He stood at the mouth of the machine gun and looked at the chaotic battlefield with a telescope.
"I didn't expect these stupid Chinese pigs to have such strong willpower."
The adjutant beside him sighed.
"Brigade commander, if they didn't have the support of the air force, I'm afraid they would have died long ago."
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Matsushita Takuno's face darkened.
"That's not a reason."
"We also have aviation."
"Why our aviation did not come to reinforce, that is the question."
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The adjutant knew that talking more would be useless, so he could only nod: "Hai."
Matsushita Takuno said solemnly: "Order the tanks' guns to aim at the battlefield where the Chinese and the Locust Army just fought, and destroy the Chinese!!"
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The adjutant was slightly startled.
"General, our people have not yet withdrawn from the battlefield."
The adjutant was holding a telescope on the roadside. There were at least two to three hundred of them fighting with the Chinese.
For a while, it was impossible to tell a winner or loser.
Direct bombardment like this...
He turned to look at Matsushita Takuno, "Are you really going to do this?"
Matsushita Takuno nodded.
"Fight the battle like this."
"They are simply unworthy of serving as the Locust's bodyguard."
"fire!!"
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The adjutant nodded, "Hai."
Thirty seconds later, a dozen Japanese tanks parked on the road rotated their turrets almost simultaneously.
The gunner in the tank aimed all his artillery at the chaotic battlefield not far ahead.
Just as the Japanese deputy gunner handed the shell to the gunner.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Bang bang~ bang bang bang~ bang bang~
A series of explosions sounded along the road where the Japanese tanks were parked.
The T-34 tank's 85mm armor-piercing projectile penetrated the Japanese Type 92 tank instantly.
The explosion overturned the Japanese Type 92 tank.
The Japanese standing on the road turned around and ran away in the face of fierce firepower.
Matsushita Takuno was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
He quickly ordered the driver to turn around...
When the Japanese artillery brigade turned around, ten Lao Liu-type anti-aircraft vehicles leveled their 88mm anti-aircraft guns and fired fiercely at the Japanese on the road.
Bang bang~ bang bang bang~
The 88mm anti-aircraft gun was spitting flames, and the shells streaked across the road, directly smashing the retreating Japanese into pieces.
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There was a violent explosion.
Guan Jiaming looked towards the road where the Japanese tanks were parked not far away.
Where are the tanks?
All that was left was a pile of scrap metal and the corpses of the Japanese.
Seeing this, the soldiers of the 700 regiment suddenly became energetic, and they fought desperately with the Japanese on the battlefield.
When Sun Maotian and his men arrived, there were only a dozen surrendered Japanese soldiers left on the battlefield.
Ye Anran and Zhang Xiaoliu walked into the muddy black land.
There were corpses everywhere.
There were craters everywhere.
Zhang Xiaoliu was shocked when he looked at the tanks that had become scrap metal on the road in the distance.
No wonder.
Xiao Yezi has the courage to challenge the Japanese.
The dozen or so enemy tanks on the opposite side were turned into scrap metal in a minute.
This kind of fighting power is terrifying no matter where he goes.
Ye Anran stepped on the snow nest and walked to the chaotic battlefield.
Guan Jiaming put his legs together and shouted: "Salute."
Wow.
Hundreds of dark-faced soldiers saluted Ye Anran.
"Reporting to the commander, Guan Jiaming, commander of the 700th Regiment of the 701st Division of the Independent 2nd Column, has been ordered to station in Bei'an Town."
"While our regiment was stationed in Bei'an Town, we repelled six Japanese attacks."
"Escaped Japanese shelling for more than two hours."
"There are 1,600 members of the regiment."
"Currently, currently..."
Guan Jiaming's eyes were red. His bloodshot eyes glanced at the comrades around him. He swallowed, "These are the only ones left."
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At the end of the sentence, Guan Jiaming choked up.
"Mom sells batches... Let's group a radio station... and ask the Japanese to blow it up..."
"We have no contact with the division..."
"..."
Ye Anran felt very heavy.
He stepped forward and hugged Guan Jiaming, patting him on the shoulder, "Well done! Brother!"
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He turned around and looked at the brothers of the 700th Regiment beside him.
The clothes on their bodies were as hard as those frozen into lumps after being washed in winter...
The backs of their hands were red and stiff.
Ye Anran walked up to a young man who looked to be only twenty years old.
"Hand out."
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The young man held out his hands.
The palms and backs of my hands were all frostbitten, and yellow pus had begun to ooze out.
He asked someone to bring Zhang Xiaoliu’s flight jacket.
He signaled the young man to take off his military uniform and put on his flight jacket.
aside.
Zhang Xiaoliu's eyes narrowed into a straight line.
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Ye Anran looked at the soldiers in front of him, "Second brother, please get in the car."
"After returning to Oil City, he will be transferred to a field hospital for recuperation."
"We must cure the frostbite of our brothers."
Ma Jinhai nodded: "Yes."
At this time.
Guan Jiaming carried Huzi and walked to Ye Anran, "Sir, please save my brother."
"He came from Chengdu with me..."
"My arm was chopped off by a stupid Japanese officer."
"Help him, please."
Guan Jiaming knelt down to Ye Anran with a bang.
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Ye Anran stepped forward and supported Guan Jiaming, "Stand up."
He looked at Huzi after the wound was bandaged, "Where is his arm?"
The hygienist carefully took out the arm wrapped in gauze and said, "Here it is."
Ye Anran was slightly startled, "Take good insulation measures and lift the car up, quickly."
"yes!"
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The group of people quickly carried Huzi into the car.
More than a dozen vehicles carried Huzi and all the soldiers of the 700 regiment to the front of Youcheng.
Ye Anran and Zhang Xiaoliu stayed to clean the battlefield.
He took Zhang Xiaoliu to the position where the 700 regiment was fighting the blocking battle.
The melted mud began to freeze again.
Looking at the trench filled with mud and ice water, Ye Anran looked solemn.
In the trenches, there are still the bodies of many brothers...
At the last moment of their lives, they were still holding their guns, aiming and killing the enemy, looking squarely at the enemy in front of them.
Zhang Xiaoliu felt heavy.
The brothers who came from the Sichuan Army broke his understanding of war.
Faced with troops several times superior to their own, and faced with difficulties such as the destruction of the radio station, they did not choose to escape...
Didn't give up ground.
They even launched an attack on the Japanese.
Zhang Xiaoliu's eyes were red. He stood in the cold wind and suddenly slapped himself.
He is really not human.
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