The dozen or so monks at Xingtang Temple had an eye-opening experience today. Tanks rushed past them and rushed into the battlefield. The monks had no idea of escaping.
There was nowhere to hide on this bare hill, and there was only one person who could protect them now.
The monks chanted Amitabha and stared at the battlefield down the hillside with fear. From time to time, a monk could not hold back his Buddha heart and exclaimed: "Another Japanese car was blown up."
Okay, from now on, let’s enshrine the Buddha of Victory in the temple in our house, so fuck him.
The plain under the hillside is owned by Xingtang Temple and is leased to nearby farmers for farming. The master in charge does not care at all about the crops that are about to be harvested on the battlefield.
If the crops are gone, you can plant them again. If you don't beat the little devils away, if you plant them, they will be white. Eighty percent of the harvest will be snatched away by the little devils. The remaining 20% will be left to the monks and the tenants in the temple, who will not be raped. Starve to death so that I can continue to help the little devils grow food next year.
Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, and finally looking forward to Xie Baoqing calling Linfen.
The monks are not deaf to what is going on outside the window. The news that the people in the liberated areas are already living a good life has spread throughout the hundreds of miles around. Except for the Japanese, traitors, landlords and compradors, no one is looking forward to the People's Liberation Army coming to Linfen as soon as possible. ah.
As the cannon roared, the presiding master sat cross-legged on the ground facing the battlefield, put his hands together and recited: "Namo the Great Compassionate Avalokitesvara, may I know all dharma quickly; Namo the Great Compassionate Avalokitesvara, may I gain the eye of wisdom early... If I pray to A mountain of swords, a mountain of swords will destroy itself; if I turn to the fire soup, the fire soup will dry up; if I turn to the hell, the hell will destroy itself..."
Hearing the voice of the presiding master chanting sutras, the monks began to calm down. They sat cross-legged behind the presiding master, clasped their hands and lowered their eyes, and silently followed the chanting.
Some Japanese tanks passing by the temple noticed the chanting monks, and some Japs even turned their machine guns on the monks, but in the end they did not pull the trigger.
Buddhism is also popular in Japan, but these beasts have fallen into the realm of beasts and can no longer distinguish between good and evil.
On the battlefield, both the enemy and us are already red-eyed, the muzzles of the guns are red, and the 12.7 Death Cannon rapid-fire machine gun on Ge Dazhuang's tank is almost useless.
In the past, when the Death Cannon was test-fired, people only felt shocked. Today, the Death Cannon was put into actual combat, and people saw the power of the Death Cannon.
Is this a fucking machine gun? When you pull the trigger, you can only hear the empty bullet shells falling down. Hundreds of rounds of bullets are gone before one can catch them. Even the Type 97 tank that Ge Dazhuang once regarded as his treasure is in front of the death cannon. It has become vulnerable. The Type 97 tank with its armor removed is like a crispy pig. Bullets can easily penetrate the tank.
Ge Dazhuang couldn't help but change positions with the machine gunner. As the commander of the first division, he abused his power: "Young man, you've been fucking promoted. I promoted you to gunner. Quickly give up the machine gun for me to play with." .”
The mistress looked unhappy: "Don't mention it, sir, I'll just be the machine gunner. You can just play for a while. We don't have many bullets in the car, so you have to save some for me."
"You're a fucking waste of money. There are 4,500 rounds of ammunition, and you're only half done."
"Why don't you tell me that I have killed four tanks? A few hundred rounds of ammunition for one tank, which one is more cost-effective?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and reload me."
Damn it, do you think fighting is just a joke?
On the smoke-filled battlefield, the melee of hundreds of tanks turned into a one-sided massacre. Captain Yoshio Yamaguchi of the 17th Japanese Tank Regiment finally realized that his Type 97 and Type 94 tanks were no match for the enemy. , he grabbed the radio and desperately called the brigade commander Kitahara Saku. After receiving no reply from Kitahara Saku, he realized that Kitahara Saku and the tank he was riding in had probably been destroyed. Yamaguchi Yoshio did not hesitate to order a retreat. The command.
The thirty-odd Type 97 tanks that survived on the battlefield quickly broke away from the battle and fled towards the road trailing thick smoke.
As for the twenty-odd Type 94 tanks of the 17th Tank Regiment, all of them have been destroyed, and none of them can be lucky enough to withdraw from the battle.
Seeing that the little Jaap was about to run away, Ge Dazhuang grabbed the radio and screamed: "Attention, all commanders, the little Jaap is about to run away. I will catch him and fuck him. Whoever lets go of a tank will be given a big meal." Shoe soles.”
The commanders burst into laughter. They knew that Ge Dazhuang had a good temper and would never beat or scold the officers and soldiers. The reason for his big shoes naturally came from Commander-in-Chief Xie, who was regarded as a legend by the soldiers.
Seeing their comrades driving tanks to chase the Japanese, the commanders and crews of the four remaining X-1 main battle tanks on the battlefield jumped out of their cars and hurriedly repaired the tanks.
During the battle, two of these four tanks had their tracks blown off, one's driving wheel was shattered by a shell, and one machine stalled. It's unclear what malfunction occurred, but none of them suffered any fatal injuries.
Only then did the infantrymen on tanks rush up, and there were two to three hundred people in the dark crowd.
The tank battle just now had no place for infantry. If you rush forward, you will die. It is better to move a horse and eat melon seeds and hide aside to watch the fun.
Seeing the infantry rushing over, the tank soldiers became energetic. A tank commander dared to call the company commander to come over and help: "Captain Wang, come quickly and bring your people to help me push the tank. Hurry up, wait a minute." The devil has disappeared."
"Captain, our driving wheel was smashed by a kid. How can we fix it if we don't have spare parts on the car?"
"You're a fucking pig. Hurry up and bring the tools to remove the driving wheel of the Type 97 tank. Our peripheral accessories are the same as theirs."
"Oh, I forgot."
"Bring a fucking gun, be careful if there are any dead ones in the tank."
"Hey, don't we have infantry brothers to help us? Lao Wang, take your squad and follow me. I will take the time to teach you how to drive a tank later."
"Zhou Cao, Xiao Ding, you can't fool me, or I will pester you to death."
At this moment, the roar of aircraft engines came from the sky. The soldiers looked up and saw a dark group of aircraft flying from the sky. The most conspicuous aircraft was the only B-17 of the theater flight group. bomber.
Seeing their team's plane flying over, the soldiers on the ground were already waving their arms and cheering.
Aircrafts, tanks, self-propelled artillery, PLA soldiers feel proud every time they see these high-end equipment.
As a result, the fleet flying in the sky did not fly over the battlefield, but turned around and flew in the direction of Ge Dazhuang's pursuit, which made the People's Liberation Army soldiers on the ground somewhat disappointed.
After the battle here is over, why did Xie Tian fly over here to show off his muscles?
