Huitou Mountain was an important fulcrum of the Japanese defense system in this direction, for which they spared no expense to build a complete set of fortifications.

You must know that the situation in their country is already terrible, their women and children are eating chaff and starving to death, and in this situation the authorities have built huge bunkers and bunkers on foreign land with precious cement.

This is the pathos of militarism.

But such fortifications were very effective on the battlefields of this era. The half-meter-thick shell, even if it was directly hit by a shell, could not penetrate through it by rubbing against a layer of cement on the lower surface. The devils inside can use machine guns to recklessly harvest the lives of the soldiers of the national army.

Moreover, the artillery of the national army was very poor in terms of the quality of its soldiers and weapons, and the hit rate when shooting from the top of the mountain could only be left to fate.

In fact, the 33rd Battalion could not even resign itself to fate. Their only four small cannons did not pose any threat to the fortress of Huitou Mountain at all. Because before that, all of them were blown to pieces during the assault on the turret.

Gao Yuannian is essentially a patriotic general, but he has been immersed in the national army for too long, and his skills in fighting are really not flattering.

Without the assistance of Jiang Ping's city defense army, Gao Yuannian and his troops would have been wiped out on Huitou Mountain. But now the situation is different. After witnessing the bravery of the city defense army, the commander of the 33rd Battalion was full of confidence in the operation of attacking the hilltop fortress.

But the commanders of the devils are not idle. At the top of the hill, he had noticed the unusual fall of two turrets. This devil Nakasa did not choose to rely on strong fortifications and sit still.

When Jiang Ping's troops passed through the defensive line of the two turrets and approached the foot of the hill where the Japanese fortress was located, the devils surprised them.

About five hundred devils jumped out of the ambush positions in three directions. They shouted fanatical slogans (incomprehensible) and began to charge Banzai with bayonets.

This is a tactic that they have tried and tested time and again, and the momentum of the Banzai charge in the past will quickly break the morale of the national army and flee, and then develop into a one-sided massacre.

Sure enough, the devil's remnants are still alive. Gao Yuan realized that he had stepped into an ambush and immediately panicked.

"Oh no, I've been tricked!" he shouted in panic, "Retreat, retreat!"

Jiang Ping glanced at him impatiently, and was about to give him a big mouth, but he raised his hand and finally didn't pull it down, just pressed his shoulder: "Calm down!"

To be able to persist in fighting bloodily for so many years with rudimentary weapons is already a hero in itself. Jiang Ping is not qualified to smoke him.

Gao Yuan Nian still wanted to jump, but how could he compare his strength with a cultivator. Although he was held down, he still frantically warned: "Brother, I know you are very powerful, but the devil's tank is coming, you don't have a tank, you must withdraw!"

He pointed to a tank that was rounding around on the flank, and was rumbling towards Jiang Ping's department. Beads of sweat oozed from the top of Gao Yuannian's head, and the devil in Huitou Mountain actually hid a tank, and he didn't get such important information at all.

Only tanks can deal with tanks, this is the general truth of instinct. Today, I want to die here in the friendly pit, and Gao Yuan Nian regrets it in his heart.

Because of Gao Yuannian's anxious and serious attitude, the soldiers of the city defense army, including Jiang Ping, were a little frightened by him, and hurriedly went to the direction of his finger to be on guard.

The city defense army did not carry much armor in this combat operation, and if the devil organized an armored division cluster of hundreds of heavy tanks to charge, it would indeed be difficult to deal with.

As a result, after being on guard for a long time, Jiang Ping put down his binoculars and asked suspiciously: "Battalion Commander Gao, what about the tank you are talking about?"

The plateau is going crazy every year.

"Tanks!" he pointed to the Japanese Type 97, which was already less than fifty meters away, "Quickly order a retreat! Only tanks can deal with tanks!"

Jiang Ping's forehead was bruised: "You call that toy car a tank?"

In the hearts of Jiang Ping's city defense army, the tank should be as powerful and domineering as the Type 99. It must have frontal armor at least one meter thick, be armed with at least 125 mm smoothbore guns, and weigh at least 50 tons. The ground shook when it was driven, and there was a momentum of Mount Tai collapsing in front of it.

And the 97 style of the Japanese invader, also known as Xiaodouding, looks very cute and mini.

It only has a thin layer of iron sheet, which is still riveted and welded on. The caliber of the main gun was less than 50 mm. When it staggered over, Jiang Ping really had a hard time associating it with the word tank.

But in the eyes of Li Weiguo and other soldiers of the 33rd battalion of the national army in the plateau year, such a Type 97 represents only two words - invincible!

In the early days of the war, the Nationalist army also built many strong defensive positions. They can't beat the devils in the field, but they can still block it for a long time within the defense line.

But as long as the devil's Type 97 tank appears on the battlefield, no matter how strong the defense is, it can't withstand its crushing. Mountain artillery cannot hit a moving tank, and grenades and shells cannot penetrate the iron plates on its surface. In this day and age, only tanks can deal with tanks. At this time, China could not even build wheels, let alone tanks.

Therefore, the 97-style small bean Ding is the god blocking and killing the god and Buddha blocking in the land of China, just like the existence of the ghost god Lu Bu on the ancient battlefield.

It's no wonder that Gao Yuannian softened when he saw the tank's legs, after all, the nightmarish memory was too deep.

Jiang Ping couldn't understand this emotion, and neither could the other soldiers of the city defense army. But since everyone in the 33rd Battalion is like a ghost, they smashed this toy car.

"Which of you knows how to open an excavator?" Jiang Ping asked, using a weapon against Xiao Douding is really a knife to kill chickens.

I, I, I, a group of city guards scrambled to be the first, and men who didn't like excavators.

"Don't fight with me!" a spiritual guy jumped the highest, "Grandpa, I graduated from Lanxiang Technical School!"

The guys scrambling for the excavator died down. Lanxiang Technical School is Tsinghua University and Peking University in the excavator industry, this is a real professional, who dares to get an axe.

When the army is on the march, it is inevitable that a little engineering operation will be required to set up camp to build roads and bridges, so all coastal departments in this clean-up operation are equipped with a multi-functional engineering vehicle.

When the excavator is used, nature is no longer a problem.

Jiang Ping nodded and encouraged the spiritual guy: "Then you go on, don't insult the prestige of the teacher!"

"Yes!"

The spirit guy didn't say a word, jumped on the engineering truck, and drove the excavator out in three or two.

Then a snakeskin moved into position and drove towards the devil's little bean Ding 97.

The devil in the small bean dice passed through the observation port and saw a strange-looking car rushing towards it violently. They didn't dare to slack off, and they didn't say a word about firing short-barreled cannons suddenly.

This small cannon of 50 mm caliber is not as powerful as a pea shooter. The whole body of the excavator is a steel structure that is solid and durable, and I don't care about these small beans that come over.

But the cockpit is translucent tempered glass, which can shatter if you take a shot.

However, the spiritual guy is worthy of Lan Xiang's graduation and has a good craft. He manipulated the robotic arm to raise the bucket, just to block the cockpit tightly.

The shells of the short-barreled cannon hit the bucket and burst into sparks. Think about how thick the bucket is? The shells shatter on the spot, and if there is no in the bucket, there is no, leaving a white mark.

The devil's Type 97 couldn't figure out the number of excavators, and he was a little afraid to go back. But its speed is much worse than that of an excavator.

The spirit guy drove the excavator to catch up, raised the bucket and slapped it down with one paw, breaking the barrel of the Type 97.

The second time, the Type 97 hatch was smashed down, and the devils in the province got out and ran away.

The third time did not continue to smash. The spirit guy stretched out his mechanical arm and buckled the bucket under the chassis of the Type 97.

Then the operating lever was pushed down so hard, and as soon as the bucket was lifted, the Type 97 was turned upside down.

(Dark..... I know I owe a total of four chapters and don't want to explain why. In accordance with the principle of making up for the missing two, I will make up eight chapters this holiday. That is to say, four more per day for the next eight days~)