The train was attacked, and Masao Ono on the south turret realized that the truck he was chasing was just a bait. He immediately turned his gun and fired in the direction of the muzzle flames he had just seen, shouting at the top of the turret at the top of his lungs. Shout: "Flare, flare."
The artillerymen of the 92nd Infantry Artillery under the turret had already loaded high-explosive bombs and were adjusting the shooting angle. When they heard Masao Ono's order to fire illumination bombs, they hurriedly replaced the artillery shells with illumination bombs and aimed a shot in the direction where Xie Tian and the others had just fired. Hit it.
The flare exploded in the air, and the small parachute slowly landed with a burning light emitter. Under the strong incandescent light, you could see a truck with a Japanese military flag painted on the door driving away quickly. Masao Ono was about to turn his gun, his eyes Suddenly shrank into a dangerous pinhole shape.
I saw a swarthy man holding a large-caliber mortar at the rear of the truck, while another man was driving a shell into the barrel.
A "bang" of fire flashed by, and Masao Ono was horrified to find a mortar D flying in his direction.
Before he had time to react, the artillery shell had already landed with a roaring sound only ten meters away from the gun tower, where two soldiers were carrying ammunition boxes and running towards the bunker. As the artillery shell exploded , the two soldiers were instantly blown to pieces, and the bullets in the ammunition boxes flew all over the ground.
Xie Tian reached out and grabbed another cannonball and shouted at Zhang Xingsheng: "Come again, I will risk everything and kill the Japanese artillery tower for me. Are you aiming?"
Zhang Xingsheng snorted heavily with his nose. How to aim when the car was shaking so badly? He could only aim in that direction, but no matter what, he could disrupt the Japanese's rhythm and give Ge Dazhuang one more chance to escape.
"Bang", another artillery shell roared out. The general direction was still aimed at the Japanese turret, but this time the deviation was a bit large. The shell roared and flew dozens of meters behind the turret.
The eyes of Masao Ono on the turret turned red. He turned the muzzle of his heavy machine gun towards Xie Tian and his truck and started shooting at it. He didn't even care whether the shells coming from the truck would hit him.
The Taisho Type 3 heavy machine gun has a standard range of 2,400 meters, and the effective range can reach 4,000 meters. The truck will never be able to run beyond the effective range of the Taisho Type 3 heavy machine gun before this flare fails.
This is when we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins, and the one who is timid loses.
Masao Ono quickly burned out a bullet-protecting plate, and the original machine gunner, now his assistant shooter, immediately loaded up the new ammunition.
Now Xie Tian has also become Zhang Xingsheng's assistant shooter. After firing one cannonball, he immediately grabbed another cannonball.
The Japanese's 92 infantry gun and 70 mortar also found their target and joined the battle group without further instructions. Two 70mm shells roared towards the truck and thanked the gods for their arrival.
Ge Dazhuang's truck, which was originally used as a bait, has now become the target of no one to attack. Xie Tian did not expect the Japanese to react so quickly and immediately launch the illumination bomb.
Now we can only fight hard.
Thank God for working hard, and so did Ge Dazhuang.
When Ge Dazhuang saw that all the Japanese firepower was diverted to chase Xie Tian and his car, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and made a sharp turn and rushed directly towards the Japanese turret.
The Japanese in the bunker finally found a target within shooting range, and several bunkers opened fire on Ge Dazhuang's truck almost simultaneously.
"Ge Dazhuang, damn you." Xie Tian screamed and cursed as he pierced the cannonball in his hand hard into the barrel, his eyes blurred.
The surviving Japanese who climbed out of the carriages on the railway were blinded by the sight of the battlefield under the flares.
What is going on? The truck with the Japanese military flag on the door is attacking the gun tower with the Japanese military flag, and there is also a truck with the military flag of the Republic of China painted on it that is desperately attacking the stronghold.
There was a loud explosion, and the Republic of China truck that was rushing towards the Japanese stronghold was hit in the fuel tank. The air wave caused by the explosion of the fuel tank directly overturned the truck to the ground, igniting a raging fire.
At this time, a surviving lieutenant colonel on the railway embankment did not find any officers larger than him at the scene. He temporarily took over the battlefield command and pulled out his command knife to gather the surviving Japanese troops. The blade was pointed directly at Xie Tian and his car, which were being pursued by heavy machine guns and artillery. Truck: "Kill them, kill them!!!"
He was still smart and judged at a glance that the people in this military vehicle were enemies, and the train they were traveling on was also attacked by this military vehicle.
The surviving Japanese soldiers poured down the railway like a tide and went on foot to pursue Xie Tian and his military vehicle. The Japanese soldiers who were rushing to the rescue from a nearby bunker with buckets were so frightened that they hurriedly dropped the buckets and shouted.
The scene was so chaotic that no one could hear what they were shouting.
But soon these Japanese soldiers knew what they were shouting.
Boom boom boom, a series of explosions exploded from the Japanese army cluster, and countless broken limbs and broken arms flew all over the sky.
Mines buried on both sides of the railway line were detonated.
The charging Japanese only panicked for a moment, and soon stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued to rush forward without fear of death.
The Kwantung Army is the elite of the Japanese army. Every soldier has fought his way up from the dead. As long as the commander does not order a retreat, even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, they will rush forward without hesitation, even if they use corpses. Filling will also fill in the mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead.
Boom, boom, boom, explosions came one after another, and pieces of Japanese troops were thrown into the sky and fell down like broken bags. It was so brutal that Masao Ono, who was chasing Xie Tian on the turret, subconsciously stopped shooting.
The fifty-meter minefields on both sides of the railway were originally his proud work, but now they have become a cemetery for soldiers who served the emperor like him.
The flares gradually dimmed, but the explosions of landmines did not stop, and the night could not cover this shura hell on earth.
The Japanese lieutenant colonel who also rushed down the roadbed finally realized that he had made a serious mistake and hurriedly shouted at the troops to stop the pursuit.
As the night returned to darkness, Masao Ono on the turret let go of the handle of the Taisho Type 3 heavy machine gun, knelt down facing the east, slowly drew out his command knife, and pointed at the few people around him who already knew what he was going to do but did not dare to stop him. The Japanese soldier said: "Execute my last order and help me later."
Although Masao Ono did not know what important people were riding on this military column, he received a call from his superiors before the military column arrived, ordering him to ensure that the military column passed through the Zhangzhuang area safely, otherwise he would die to thank the emperor.
Not to mention whether the big man on this military column had been killed in the attack, even the hundreds of dead souls who fell one by one on the mine array would not let him go.
Masao Ono took off his shirt to reveal his scarred upper body. He grasped the handle of the command knife with both hands and turned the tip of the knife against his abdomen.
The Japanese's so-called seppuku suicide is more of a form. Most of them need the people next to them to give them a good time. Otherwise, they may not be able to die even if their stomachs are cut for three days and three nights. The pain they endure is beyond what normal humans can do. bearable.
Generally, when asking for help from others, the person being asked for help can already use a gun or knife to end the life of the suicidal person by holding the tip of the knife against the abdomen. This can also make the person committing suicide by seppuku less painful.
The heavy machine gunner saw that Masao Ono had completed the process, shook his head slightly, raised the bastard in his hand, and pointed it at the back of Masao Ono's head.
It doesn't matter if you die, you can go home if you die.
The heavy machine gunner was about to pull the trigger. At this moment, a roaring shell suddenly fell from the sky and landed accurately in the middle of the turret.
The violent explosion directly collapsed the two walls of the turret. The upper half of the turret only shook violently and fell to one side with a bang.
This time Masao Ono didn't need anyone else to help him. Masao Ono fell to the ground with only half a breath left and was hit on the head by the radiator of the barrel of the 55-kilogram Taisho 3-year-old heavy machine gun. It exploded like a rotten watermelon, and the red and white stuff sprayed everywhere like shit from diarrhea.
Who would have thought that Xie Tian would immediately order the vehicle to stop as soon as the illumination bomb was extinguished. On the stable shooting platform, Zhang Xingsheng immediately used artillery shells to tell the Japanese army: I am a great artilleryman.
In Dagu Town, the Japanese fired flares that lit up half of the sky. Looking at the sky in the distance as bright as day, Tang Haoer's heart tightened in his throat.
My big bandit, you must come back safely.
Xie Tian gritted his teeth and glanced at the burning truck in the distance, and shouted at Zhang Xingsheng: "Fight me, use all the shells you brought, don't leave any behind."
Zhang Xingsheng stared and adjusted the shooting angle without saying a word, firing out the shells one after another.
When the 70 shells ran out, I replaced the 60 shells. After blasting several targets in the south tower one by one, I continued to blast the derailed train.
Aren't there so many Japanese who were rushing forward desperately just now? I will help you and send you back to your hometown.
Zhang Xingsheng and several gunners went on a killing spree and used artillery shells to send away the anger of the Chinese.
At this time, Li Changshun, who took the initiative to serve as a guard, quickly climbed onto the truck and shouted to Xie Tian: "Captain, look over there, what is that?"
Xie Tian hurriedly turned around and saw a few lights looming in the fields in the distance. His expression changed slightly and he quickly raised his binoculars. He could see the outline clearly through the lights. He was shocked and blurted out: "It's a Japanese tank." .”
The high school boy who was huddled in the corner of the truck compartment timidly said: "I'm going to report to you right now. This afternoon the Japanese drove three tanks from Taiyuan. They seem to be called Type 89 tanks. You asked me to turn back. Besides..."
Now, thank God, he had the heart to quarrel with the high school boy. He jumped over the car and landed on the running board, shouting to Qin Fen in the driver's seat: "Sit in and I'll drive."
Qin Fen hurriedly moved out of the way, and Xie Tian shouted: "We've got a good grip."
The car roared out.
During World War II, the Japanese tank force was known as the king of land warfare in Asia. It was not something that Xie Tian and his team could handle with just a few men and a few mortars. What's more, Xie Tian was so angry just now that he ordered the artillery platoon to shoot out all the shells. Now what's left is There are only a few shells left.
