Under the continuous attacks by Xie Tian's troops, the Kameda brigade had long ago changed from an orderly retreat mode to a rout mode.
The army was defeated like a mountain, and even a thousand-mile dike could not stop the troops in rout.
The Kameda Brigade's marching team was originally three or four miles long. At this time, the troops were defeated and the team had long been out of formation. The fields were full of escaping Japanese soldiers. Few people could organize effective resistance, let alone what they were doing now. What they were facing was a torrent of steel, which the weapons in their hands simply could not resist.
Since the beginning of the war, the Chinese army has almost no tanks, and the Japanese army has never thought of equipping some anti-tank weapons. Now it is self-inflicted. Facing the tanks they made themselves, they are also the same as the Chinese army they faced at the beginning. There is no resistance. force.
The bullshit Japanese army has a strong combat capability. After all, the Japanese army has more advanced weapons and equipment than the Chinese army, which has resulted in a crushing force and created one myth after another of fewer defeating more. In the end, even they themselves were in a state of disbelief. , treating himself as the god of war.
How is the result now?
The quality of the equipment on both sides of the battle dropped, and the little devil was still beaten to pieces.
The spirit of Bushido is of no use. If you are not afraid of death, you can use your flesh and blood to block machine gun fire and block the indiscriminate bombing of tanks and aircraft?
Dream on.
The Chinese army has never lacked heroes who sacrificed their lives, but to be honest, the role played by flesh and blood alone in a completely unequal war is really minimal.
It can only be that the spiritual level is higher than the role played on the battlefield.
But one thing is undeniable. Only when the spiritual level reaches a certain height can the advantages of the weapons in hand be fully utilized on the battlefield.
The Bushido spirit of the little devil is actually a mental brainwashing of the little devil, in order to allow them to die in a way that maximizes benefits.
That's why the little devils have kamikaze agents and suicide torpedoes.
This is basically using these Japanese soldiers as battlefield consumables, just like bullets. They are useless when fired. Hitting the target is the maximum effectiveness.
The ideals that Xie Tian instilled in the commanders and fighters were also brainwashing, but the purpose was to enable everyone to live a better life.
This is the essential difference.
Xie Tian could tolerate Chu Yunfei catching strong men, but he couldn't tolerate Li Yunlong treating soldiers as battlefield consumables, so he scolded Li Yunlong until he almost pulled out a gun and committed suicide.
In the western suburbs of Yangquan, Miyamoto Jiujiumu stood on the incomplete city wall holding a telescope and looked at the defeated army being chased by tanks in the wilderness, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
My tank became Xie Baoqing’s tank. How did he do it?
And how come he has so many tankers, and who trained them?
He has now realized what a stupid decision he made to stay and fight Xie Baoqing.
The battle had just begun, and more than half of the strength of his three brigades had been lost. If he continued to fight, he would achieve nothing except killing more people.
Now he began to understand why Commander Okamura Neji fled.
This damn Xie Baoqing is not a human being at all.
The corner of the Massachusetts regiment's mouth twitched a few times, he put down his telescope and looked at Miyamoto Kujiumu and said: "General, give the order to fire, we can't delay it any longer."
Now only artillery can stop the raging tanks, but those tanks are currently running rampant among the defeated troops of Kameda Brigade, and the two sides have long been mixed together.
To fire a cannon would mean blowing up one's own soldiers as well.
If you don't fire cannons, you just have to watch the soldiers being ravaged by dozens of tanks. It's unknown how many people can survive.
This decision is not difficult to make, but it is a bloody order.
"Fire!!!" Miyamoto Kujiumu finally gave the order.
Dozens of cannons fired at the same time, and the shells roared towards the fast-moving tanks in the wilderness.
The tank is moving at high speed, so it is twice as difficult to accurately hit the tank. However, every time a shell falls, an unfortunate Japanese soldier will be hit.
Although the Japanese troops had dispersed and fled for their lives, their numerical base was there. There must be Japanese troops within the killing range of one artillery shell.
Boom boom boom, dozens of artillery shells were fired at the Japanese troops and tanks indiscriminately, and the screams on the battlefield became loud again.
Xie Tian's hoarse voice came from the radio: "Li Changshun, the Japs are firing. Stop chasing them forward. Turn back and intercept the Japs behind."
"Boss, can't you three get rid of the Japanese artillery? Let's just rush into Yangquan together and stop following the little Japanese." Li Changshun's voice had long been hoarse.
"Damn it, if I could get rid of them, I'd better tell you to order your troops to turn around. I'd be out of bullets on the plane."
"What about them?"
"Didn't you see that those two bastards have already started throwing grenades down there? Damn it, that lazy bitch Tiedan disabled all the machine guns on the plane."
"Then...well, actually, the machine gun on my tank is also disabled, and there is only one shell left."
"Then you rush forward with all your fucking strength, and hurry back for me."
"Brothers, listen to my order. Let's turn around and go back to fight. We will create a life-and-death line for me outside the range of the Japanese cannon. Those who live beyond this line will die if they cannot cross this line!!!"
The animals were squealing in response to Li Changshun's blood-soaked orders. Dozens of tanks turned their heads and rushed back, crushing the running Japs. Soon, a three-mile-long path was opened beyond the range of the Yangquan Japs' cannons. A hundred meters wide line of life and death, dozens of tanks and armored infantry vehicles shuttled back and forth on this line of life and death. Those who still had bullets began to save bullets to kill the Japs who swarmed into the range. Those who had already used up all their bullets could only Just use the tank to hit it and use the tracks to press it.
Seeing this line of life and death filled with smoke and murderous intent, the Japanese who did not run over in time collapsed in despair. Some began to run sideways, while others began to look for weapons and prepare to fight for their lives.
After running back from such a long distance, my physical and mental strength were on the verge of collapse. I couldn't even hold the gun, and I really wanted to fight with others.
Those Japanese who escaped the line of life and death collapsed even more, and some cried like donkeys.
Xie Tian saw that Li Changshun had divided the fleeing Japanese into two parts in a short time. He shouted "Hello" loudly and immediately ordered Guo Kaiming and Sun Jintao who were chasing behind the Japanese to lead their troops to outflank and consolidate the life and death line drawn by Li Changshun.
No matter which battle it is, Xie Tian pursues as many effective forces as possible to eliminate the Japanese.
I'll kill all of you, leaving you with no one to use. Let's see how you still fight the hell. Fuck you.
It is now the late stage of the Anti-Japanese War. The Japanese army has drawn too long a front and has suffered successive defeats in the Pacific battlefield. There is already a serious shortage of frontline soldiers, and even children aged fourteen or fifteen have been dragged to the battlefield.
Xie Tian will never be soft on these child soldiers. These brats have long been brainwashed by fanatical militarism. If these brats are allowed to survive, it will be a disaster.
Eliminating them will at least allow the little devils to spend one or two more generations to recuperate. If they stay idle for a few more years, the people of the world will be more stable.
Xie Tian is not afraid of getting blood on his hands. He already has too much blood on his hands to count. What's the harm in getting more blood on his hands?
