The excavator is single-handedly 97 type, and the spirit guy wins in three. The morale of the city defense army was greatly boosted.

A group of big men watched with their hands, pointing at the craftsmanship of the spiritual guy from time to time, and praised Lan Xiang's graduation as well deserved. Men like to watch the excavator work, and this meeting is a matter of course.

But for the soldiers of the 33rd Battalion of the National Army and the Japanese troops who were charging on the battlefield, this scene was too magical.

This Type 97 is the biggest reliance of the devils to fight this counterattack, and it actually overturned so simply, like a weak girl who was rudely pushed down by a strong man. The devils who followed the tank charge first trembled, and then someone screamed, and everyone turned around and fled. The devils from the other two directions also quickly fled back to the fortress at the top of the mountain, and at first glance they thought it was a rabbit all over the mountain.

The officers and men of the 33rd Battalion were envious of all kinds, and their eyes were more enthusiastic when they looked at the excavator than when they saw advanced weapons. Gao Yuannian now understands why Jiang Ping treats the devil's tank as a toy car.

In front of the excavator, what is the difference between Type 97 and a toy?

The spirit guy didn't care about this, he shoveled down, and the tip of the bucket was deeply rooted in the chassis of the Type 97. Then he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the excavator dragged the tank back to the city defense army.

"Report to the battalion commander, capture an enemy tank alive, please instruct!"

"Well done!" Jiang Pingzheng replied, "Logistics, add a pork leg to this guy at night!"

Jiang Ping's original intention was to let him drive the excavator over and smash the devil's toy car, and the spirit guy would capture a tank alive and come back, which everyone didn't expect.

This wave of dazzling skills is full of points, and it is definitely worth a pork leg!

The Type 97 chassis is facing the sky, but the tracks are still spinning wildly, showing that the devils inside are still alive and well. In desperation, they drove at full speed and tried to flee over the vehicle. But this bottom-facing posture is probably more difficult than Wang Ba's turning over.

As usual, the execution of devils again fell into the hands of the 33 battalion. This time it was the sharpshooter Li Weiguo who personally handled it.

He climbed into the cockpit of the excavator, and the spirit guy personally taught the know-how of using the excavator.

"This is lifting, this is putting. You try it. ”

Li Weiguo spat and foamed at the mouth, rubbed his hands, and set up his arms for a while. I saw that the mechanical arm was raised to the highest point and stopped for half a second, and then slammed into the chassis of Type 97 with a hula.

Bang Dang!

How can the small body of Type 97 withstand the love of the big excavator, three digging and two hammers, it will be smashed alive.

The devils inside had long since stopped screaming, and only bright red liquid squirted out from the cracks in the wreckage of the tank.

"It turns out that the blood of the devil is also red!

Even in this situation, Li Weiguo did not stop at all. He was already comfortable manipulating the bucket, and continued to pick it up one after another. Every time the bucket fell, the veteran had to yell:

"Lao Zhou, this is yours!"

"Xiao Shen, this is yours!"

He reported the names of dozens of brothers who died in battle, and the Type 97 had already been hammered into a discus. Even the land below could not withstand Li Weiguo's anger, and he was hammered into a big pit.

"I'll have to change the nose next time. Jiang Ping nodded to Liu Kuo, and Liu Kuo jumped on the excavator to pull Li Weiguo down. He's gone crazy and needs to be taken care of. There are still so many devils on the top of the mountain, what a waste of time to leave here to whip the corpse, what should I do if the devils run away.

Jiang Ping's troops regrouped, and the coastal city defense army and the fighters of the 33rd battalion advanced side by side and attacked the fortress.

This time, the enemy's Nakasa commander could no longer play tricks. The devil was frightened by the never-before-seen "one-armed monster car" and fled back, and it was not until he retreated into the strong fortress that he slowly regained the courage to resist.

The fort had large pillboxes in four directions, eight gun emplacements around the bunkers, and a multi-line line of defense consisting of barbed wire fences of trenches arranged along the terrain.

Attacking here with flesh and blood is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. I don't know which chief he offended in the year of Gao Yuan, so he was thrown here to die, and there seems to be a story in it.

But now everything is fine. Jiang Ping's entire army pressed in, and more than a dozen tongues of fire suddenly spit out from the devil's bunker. These deadly fires hit the body armor lined with industrial ceramics like scratching the boots.

Occasionally, a few warriors were unlucky enough to be hit in the helmet, and the bell rang loudly, shaking the men inside dizzy for a while. This is the biggest result that the devil's machine gun can get.

Seeing that the national army here could not be killed with guns, the devils in the fortress rioted again. But their commander was a bit of a belligerent, and Jiang Ping heard a few screams from the fort in the distance, and then the commotion stopped. The enemy took a steady position and continued to fire.

But this time, the gun emplacements around the pillbox were flooded with people, and they shook the steering gear and turned the gun ports in the direction of the city defenders. It seems that the enemy commander, seeing that the machine-gun fire was not enough, began to try to attack with artillery.

Can the body armor on the coast block the shells? Jiang Ping felt very hanging. However, he also did not intend for the soldier to try it with his own flesh and blood.

When the city defense army was more than halfway through the offensive route and was less than 300 meters away from the pillbox, the eight cannons were adjusted and fired a salvo at Jiang Ping's side.

Whizzing shells flew, and at this distance, there was no chance that they would miss.

At this moment, a series of lines of fire flew rapidly from the foot of the mountain, and the latter came first to shatter all these shells in mid-air. This is the city defense army left at the foot of the hill to intercept the fire of the Vulcan cannon.

Vulcan cannons are like playing with this kind of turtle-speed cannonballs, and even if the number of cannons in the fortress is increased tenfold, it will guarantee that not a single shot will fall. Jiang Ping had 10,000 ways to take out these cannons that could cause damage to soldiers from outside range, but he just chose this method that made the devil the most desperate.

The other side directly shot down their own shells, what kind of technology is this! This is a fart!

Most of the devils scattered in a hurry, and only the gunner on one gun position was still diligently reloading and firing.

The key point is that while he is aiming at Jiang Ping, he is also shouting nonsense slogans. I don't understand it, but it's definitely the Emperor's life.

This kind of molecule is a particularly die-hard element, and Jiang Ping is not happy with him. So at the moment when this diehard element was launched, Jiang Ping stepped on Feiyan with a horse, and the rabbit fell right in front of the muzzle.

Rumble!

The cannon flames roared, and the shells shot out of the muzzles at a rapid pace.

But after flying less than ten centimeters, he was pinched alive by Jiang Ping.

The devil gunner and Jiang Ping were face to face, and their eyes almost erupted from their sockets.

Jiang Ping felt that he should say something at this time, but he only knew a few words of Japanese.

"Generation, generation!" he yelled at the gunner.

Jiang Ping's Japanese was learned from a small movie, and I don't know the specific meaning, so that's it anyway.

The devil gunner rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth, and he was scared to death.

Jiang Ping suddenly felt bored, and casually threw the cannonball on the gate of the fortress, which was immediately blown apart.

It is not surprising that a cultivator has this strength, but Li Weiguo, who is lagging behind, does not think so. Receiving bullets empty-handed is already a rumor in the rivers and lakes, and receiving shells empty-handed, is this still a person?

He opened his mouth to ask a question, but was held by a hand, and when he looked back, he saw the deep gaze of the battalion commander of the plateau year.

"I have something to say. Gao Yuannian whispered, "Don't say it." ”

Li Weiguo's throat trembled, and he finally nodded heavily.

(There should be another chapter today)