The tank rushed directly towards the confused Japanese soldiers without any intention of slowing down. Just as the Japanese soldiers were trying to get out of the way, the two 7.5mm machine guns on the vehicle fired at the same time.
"Hit me, give me a hard beating."
It wasn't until the people around them were shot and fell that the Japanese confirmed that the people in the tanks were enemies and fired back one after another.
The penetrating power of the 38-type cover is still good. Unfortunately, it is in vain against the armor of the Type 89 tank, which is not hard. It is like a jumping bean hitting an iron pot, and it is not much different from scratching an itch.
The Japanese fired back at the tanks, but their mentality collapsed.
Is this something humans do?
Run over us with our tanks, huh?
Being shot at indiscriminately by two machine guns, and watching the charging soldiers fall one by one in front of him, Yamada Jiro, who was taking command on the battlefield, had his eyes red. He waved his command knife crazily and screamed:
"Blow it up for me, blow it up."
Several Japs set up grenade silos and fired hastily. The Japs were experienced in battles. Although they opened fire hastily, the grenades thrown by the grenade silos all landed on the front, rear, left, and right sides of the rampaging tank. One even exploded directly on the front armor of the tank. of.
However, the grenade grenade could not break the armor of the Type 89 tank at all, but it also caused some losses to Xie Tian who was driving the tank.
The explosion shock wave rushed into the tank along the observation port, messing up Xie Tian's hair.
Thank God for being angry.
The head can be cut off, but the hairstyle cannot be messed up.
"Damn it, Zhao Kai. The cannon on the tank is just for you. Fire it for me and knock out those grenades."
Zhao Kai was operating the machine gun and was having a great time. Hearing Xie Tian's scolding, he hurriedly moved to the gun position. After groping for a long time, he asked with a confused look on his face: "How to fire this gun?"
Time is too tight. Xie Tian has no time to teach his soldiers how to use the weapons in the tanks. Moreover, Xie Tian's independent regiment now only has mortars and grenade launchers. Except for those soldiers who surrendered from the Jinsui Army, these soldiers under him The veterans had never even seen an official howitzer, so it was not their fault for being confused.
Xie Tian stood up and shouted: "You come to me to drive a tank. Push the two joysticks forward to move forward and pull back to move back. The accelerator under your feet controls the speed. Turning is just a matter of pushing and pulling."
Zhao Kai hurriedly exchanged positions with Xie Tian, stepped on the accelerator and pushed forward ruthlessly with two joysticks in his hands.
With a bang, the tank directly broke through a low wall and rushed into a family's yard. It broke two big trees and collapsed the mountain behind the second mother's house in front. It rushed out from the other direction with a plume of thick smoke, and swept away the house. The two Japanese soldiers hiding behind Fangshan were crushed directly under the tracks.
"You're such a fucking genius." Xie Tian staggered and hit the turret, causing a big bump, but he laughed and cursed.
He was really praising Zhao Kai. This kid was able to drive the tank when he first started. No matter how well he drove it, he was worthy of praise.
But his praise made Zhao Kai extremely embarrassed. Sweat was pouring from his forehead. He tried hard to control the joystick to adjust the direction of the tank to avoid being scolded again.
Xie Tian opened the 57 shell magazine and quickly shook the turret and shouted: "Qian Xiaoshun, load the bomb."
Qian Xiaoshun hurriedly picked up a cannonball and stuffed it into the magazine. This time he knew how to close and lock the magazine without Xie Tian's instructions.
Amidst the explosion of grenade grenades, the turret turned towards the grenade position and thanked God for shouting: "Stop."
Zhao Kai hurriedly braked, and the tank stopped with a puff of smoke.
Xie Tian fiercely pulled the fuse, and the first tank shell fired by the Chinese in the history of the Anti-Japanese War in northern Shanxi was ejected.
There was a violent explosion, and several Japanese soldiers operating grenades on the artillery position were blown to pieces.
Xie Tian immediately moved to the machine gun position, controlled the machine gun and roared: "There must be shells in the barrel at all times, Zhao Kai, let me drive over. Sun Yue, pay attention to the Japanese behind you, and shoot when you see the shadow." , no need to save bullets for me."
Qian Xiaoshun hurriedly picked up the shell and prepared to load it. Suddenly he remembered that the empty shell case in the barrel had not been ejected yet and he hurriedly put down the ejected shell case. He was in a hurry.
After all, it was my first time to come into contact with tanks and I was still unfamiliar with the business.
Xie Tian fired all the bullets in the machine gun, and while roaring to reload, he pulled out his pistol and shot at the Japs who could be seen outside the tank through the gunner's observation hole.
Qian Kai hadn't mastered the driving skills of the tank yet. The tank roared and roared, swinging left and right and running rampantly.
Xie Tian's shot just now destroyed Yamada Jiro's temporary artillery position. Yamada Jiro's nose bone was also broken by the flying debris, and his face was covered with blood.
Yamada Jiro became violent and waved his command sword to drive away the soldiers who rushed to blow up the tank with grenades.
The Japanese soldiers were not afraid of death. They rushed out in waves and rushed towards the tanks with grenades. Some of them shouted "long live the emperor".
Damn your sister, Xie Tian was also furious. Machine guns and 57 cannons were fired in turn. The Japanese fell one by one on the charging road. Some of the Japanese had already fired grenades when they rushed out. As a result, after being knocked down by Xie Tian, the grenades were directly fired. The pile of corpses exploded, and broken limbs were blown everywhere.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins, and both the enemy and us fight hard.
"Qian Xiaoshun, load the fucking bullet quickly."
"Load the bullet, Qian Xiaoshun."
Qian Xiaoshun became the busiest person in the tank. Xie Tian was calling him, and Sun Yue was also calling him. The sound of machine guns and roaring artillery fire came one after another in the carriage, and the smoke filled the carriage. Each observation port popped out, making Xie Tian and the four of them wipe their tears while fighting.
At this moment, Qian Xiaoshun wished he had eight hands to match the shooting speed of these two animals.
Damn it, I usually show off my hand speed in front of my brothers and feel complacent, but unexpectedly, I was targeted by the group leader.
I also want to be a machine gunner...
Xie Tian commanded Zhao Kai to kill two in and two out of the Japanese group, and then suddenly turned around and retreated towards the stage.
In just this moment, at least hundreds of Japs fell under the muzzles of their guns. In such a high-intensity battle, even if people don't need to rest, the weapons and equipment also need a rest. The barrels of the guns are all red, and the shooting ports are dust-proof. The rubber was ignited by the barrel.
The design of this damn brat is a bit careless. Didn't you do extreme testing when you designed the tank?
Thank God, this is really a little unfair. Japan is a resource-scarce country, and many equipment designs are based on simplicity. Take the Type 89 tank as an example. There are many unreasonable things in the design itself, such as in order to save resources. The armor is only 17 mm, and the side armor is only 8 mm, which can be penetrated by combat anti-aircraft guns and machine guns.
It’s just that combat artillery and machine guns are also very rare in the Chinese army. Only a very small number of troops in the national army are equipped with them. Therefore, the Type 89 tank, which is just like a pile of garbage, can dominate the Chinese battlefield.
In the grand stage square, Li Changshun and others saw the tank that Xie Tian drove away staggering over in thick smoke, followed by a large group of running Japanese soldiers far behind. They immediately prepared for battle, and the Japanese chasing Japanese soldiers just showed up. Immediately there was a burst of fierce machine gun fire, and more than a dozen bodies fell down on the street in an instant.
The tank rushed straight behind a tank and stopped. As the hatch opened, the tank was like a beacon that was lit, and thick smoke was released in a puff.
In the thick smoke, Xie Tian and four others crawled out of the carriage and hid behind the tank, coughing violently. This damn exhaust system was designed so that they were not killed by the enemy. The people in the tank were choked to death by the gunpowder smoke first.
Li Changshun hurriedly handed the machine gun to another soldier, jumped out of the Xiaodou tank and ran to Xie Tian's side.
Xie Tian coughed violently and ordered: "Zhao Kai, you choose three soldiers to drive a tank. Qian Xiaoshun and Sun Yue, you guys take a rest first. Li Changshun, arrange for me to put three soldiers on another tank. Let's kill them again." A carbine.”
"I'll go with you." Li Changshun said without hesitation.
"I don't need a break."
"I don't need it either, cough cough cough cough."
After a round trip, a commander was brought out, and after a round trip, another commander was brought out, and then all three tanks were ready to move.
It's just that the price the little devil paid for this trip was a bit high. At least more than a hundred of the devils have perished.
The fighting inside the tank was fierce just now, and Xie Tian couldn't spare any time to understand the fighting situation outside. Now that it had calmed down, he heard the sound of gunfire from all directions in Dagu Town. Without guessing, he knew that the Second Battalion had already started fighting.
But now the vast majority of the Japanese are gathering at the Grand Stage Square under the command of Yamada Jiro. He knows what it will mean if he cannot recapture these tanks.
Without chariots, I am afraid that his two squadrons would have no hope of even returning to the Zhangzhuang stronghold safely.
This group of enemies will stalk them like a hunter until they are all wiped out.
Where did these enemies come from? The sentry posted at the entrance of the town didn't notice them at all. Now it feels like there are enemies everywhere in the town. There are gunshots everywhere. Many soldiers were killed without even seeing anyone. People shot black guns.
Did these people fall from the sky?
What puzzled Yamada Jiro even more was that the tanks of the armored forces also fell into the hands of the opponent.
He could see that the driver of the tank was a novice, that is, someone who could barely drive the tank.
But there must be a commander in the tank who understands tank combat very well. He is very good at using tank weapons for long and short range attacks, and even a pistol can be used as a weapon.
Moreover, the group of enemies who occupied their tanks probably only had one driver. Otherwise, if three tanks and one bean tank were dispatched at the same time, then this battle would not have to be fought. Even if he wiped out both squadrons, there would be no hope of victory. .
Yamada Jiro is also a person who has fought hard through the flames of war. He has never fought such an inexplicable and frustrating battle in China.
Yamada Jiro was still glad that the enemy only had one tank driver and there was still hope of recapturing these tanks. However, just when he was redeploying and preparing to charge again, he suddenly discovered that two other tanks parked in front of the stage suddenly started to It moved, and the direction in which these two tanks moved was exactly the direction in which he was gathering troops.
"boom"
"boom"
The moving tank opened fire suddenly, and two angry 57 shells roared towards him.
Ashes to dust, earth to earth. From the day he set foot on Chinese soil, Yamada Jiro had no hope of returning alive, and now he is finally getting his wish.
Yamada Jiro closed his eyes and hummed a song from his hometown that his mother had taught him...
