readx;?“ Battalion commander, no, there are too many little devils in the dog day, all of them seem to be dying, my casualties are too great, and there are less than half of the brothers left who can continue to fight. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zhao Haibo ran to the side of the battalion commander Wu Jun with a face full of blood spots, and the latter looked embarrassed at this time, and his neck was wrapped in a circle of gauze that showed blood. Ignoring Zhao Haibo, who came to complain to him, Wu Jun just used the binoculars in his hand to carefully observe the movements of the Japanese troops outside the position, and did not seem to see any signs of the Japanese army continuing to attack.

"Get out of the way, I know that I came to Lao Tzu to cry poor, and Lao Tzu still wants to find the head of the regiment to cry poor. Zhao Haibo, you kid listen to me, even if you even run out, you can't take half a step back, otherwise military law will be involved. Wu Jun shouted at Zhao Haibo with a black face, this sentence was not only for Zhao Haibo, but also for others in the trenches. Seeing that what he was seeking was hopeless, Zhao Haibo couldn't help but scold Wu Jun in his heart, and then ran back to the position where his company was located along the trench, and soon, Wu Jun heard Zhao Haibo's shout.

The fierce strength sounded again, and the Japanese troops outside the airfield attacked again, the same dense rain of bullets, the same frantic attack, all of which put the reinforced regiment soldiers in the defensive positions under pressure. "Commander, no, the brothers can't stand it, the little devil of the dog day seems to be crazy, and the barrels of the machine guns on my side are red." As the battle continued and his officers continued to ask for help, Wu Jun finally couldn't help but pick up the walkie-talkie and ask the regimental headquarters to provide fire support for his position.

The head of the walkie-talkie didn't say anything, but replied lightly that he knew, and put down the walkie-talkie. A short time later, a burst of artillery fire sounded behind the Wu barracks position, "boom", "boom", "boom", the explosion of the shells landing on the ground sounded, and the front of the Wu barracks position was accompanied by the explosion of continuous dust and fire balls, and the Japanese troops in the attack were completely shrouded in it.

The smoke screen that dispersed with the explosion obscured everyone's view, and even the scouts who seemed to have figured out their positions could not see the specific situation of the Japanese army clearly, but the screams from the smoke screen were heard by everyone. Relying on the artillery fire supported by the regimental headquarters in time, the Wu military camp once again repelled the Japanese attack, but they all knew in the trenches that it might not be long before those crazy devil soldiers would launch a new round of attack again.

The exhausted Wu Jun was leaning in the trench at this time, his face numb and allowing the ambulance soldiers in the company to rewrap the wound on his neck. At this point in the battle, the infantry battalion of the Wu army has repelled more than a dozen attacks by the Japanese army in a row, and the reinforced battalion, which originally had nearly 700 people, now has less than two-thirds of its strength left.

"The little devil is coming up again, the little devil is coming up." The observation posts in the position hissed and shouted, and the soldiers who were originally numb instantly regained their senses, and immediately got up to react, each raising his gun and preparing for battle. The infantry battalion where the Wu army was located suffered heavy casualties, and the Japanese troops outside the position were also not happy, and the Japanese troops of the entire infantry wing failed to capture the opposite position after more than a dozen crazy attacks, which made the wing commander Okawa Zhenxiong very angry.

"Bage Yalu, if you can't break through the position of the people on the opposite side this time, you don't have to come back." Okawa Zhenxiong, who was holding a command knife in both hands, was really anxious this time, and when he talked to his officers, there was also a faint murderous intent in his words, which couldn't help but make the backs of these officers who participated in the attack cold and secretly frightened. On board..., the Japanese army who were shouting loudly launched another attack, and the originally silent battlefield was filled with gunsmoke and flames in an instant. The whistling of shells, the deafening explosions, and the firing of weapons were all thrilling.

The frantically attacking Japanese army seemed to never know tiredness, and wave after wave rushed towards the defenders' positions, and the defenders could only spill ammunition as hard as they could to block the Japanese army's crazy attack. "Tank, little devil on the tank." An observation post beside Wu Jun suddenly hissed and screamed, and in the rear of the Japanese line, a row of shadows faintly appeared, looking at the wide size, it was obviously a tank.

"Damn, report to the regimental headquarters immediately." Wu Jun grabbed the binoculars and glanced at the row of black shadows behind the Japanese front for a few moments, and then turned his head and shouted at his foot soldiers. Although his battalion was equipped with a lot of new weapons, and also brought individual rocket launchers specially designed to deal with Japanese armored weapons, Wu Jun knew in his heart that once the Japanese tanks were placed close to a distance of 100 meters from their positions and then destroyed, the Japanese infantry force might pose a substantial threat to their positions at close range.

"Battalion commander, the regiment headquarters said that you don't need to pay attention to the little devil's tank, let us fight how we want." The message transmitted by the walkie-talkie made the Fifth Army a little confused, what is what is called how to fight and how to fight? It was a tank, a tank designed to deal with infantry, and only a bazooka in one's own hands could pose a threat to the tank. The Japanese tanks finally drove over from far and near, and the more than 20 bazooka fighters gathered together by the Wu army hid in the trenches, and when the Japanese tanks approached, they would launch bazookas en masse.

"Boom" "Boom" I don't know if it was because the Japanese tank crews were smart, or for some other reason, the Japanese tanks were still four or five hundred meters away from the defenders' positions, so they stopped and began to use tank guns to carry out artillery fire on the machine gun fire points on the defenders' positions one by one. "Regiment commander, no, the little devil's tank on the dog day didn't come at all, the machine gun fire points on my side have been knocked out in several places by their tank guns, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid that my side won't be able to withstand the attack of the little devil." Wu Jun was complaining to the regiment commander in the walkie-talkie, but suddenly felt a vibration from the ground.

With a roar, the barrel that appeared in Wu Jun's sight trembled, and the muzzle shock wave lifted the dust on the front side of the barrel several meters high. In the distance, the white light flickered, and in the heart-rending loud sound, the armor of a Japanese tank hundreds of meters away was immediately torn apart like tissue paper, and the hull pierced by the shell hissed and twisted and deformed.

After the shell body of the "bomb" chiseled through the hull of the tank, thousands of scorching fragments were produced, and they were wantonly sprayed inside the tank, instantly burning the members of the tank to pieces, and then ignited the oil and gas mixture inside the tank, and a black and red flame violently diffused from the gap between the roof window of the Japanese tank and the hull, and the Japanese tank with the sound of explosion burned violently like a lit torch.

The barrel of the cannon in Wu Jun's sight gradually became clearer, accompanied by the constant vibration from under him, Wu Jun, who was lying on the edge of the trench, couldn't help but crack his mouth and laugh wildly, little devil of dog day, don't you just rely on tanks, Lao Tzu's tanks are also here, see what you are doing now. Wu Jun was not the only one cheering and roaring in the trenches, turning around to look at the dozen or so black-painted tanks coming from far and near, the defenders in the trenches all shouted and cheered, and now it was time for the Japanese army to taste the taste of tank shells.

Most of the Japanese troops attacking the airfield were local troops, and they were very unfamiliar with the black-painted tanks, but they were not unfamiliar with the umbrella logo on the side of the black tank, because it represented a powerful umbrella. The dozen or so tanks that the Japanese transferred to attack the positions outside the airfield did not seem to have really come in handy, and they were used as fixed targets by the tank squadron under the umbrella, and all of them were destroyed in the center of the position, and the Japanese infantry who provided cover for the tanks had already fled.

"Battalion Commander Wu, I heard that your battalion is very capable of fighting, I wonder if you are interested in taking your people to kill with us and send the other side's Japanese army a ride?" Hogg, who commanded the tank squadron, gave a habitual smile at the Wu army, and his bright blonde hair stood out on the battlefield. Wu Jun naturally did not refuse Hogg's kind invitation, and immediately rushed out of the trench with the soldiers in his battalion, followed behind the tank squadron and killed the Japanese troops on the opposite side.

Since the day they appeared, the tanks have been used exclusively against infantry and assault enemy positions, and the individual weapons currently equipped by the Japanese army are simply not a threat to the umbrella medium tanks, not to mention that the tanks of Hogg's squadron have been reinforced with the thickness of the front armor. A dozen medium tanks lined up rushed towards the opposing Japanese positions like beasts, and in the dust dragged up by the rear of the tanks were hundreds of combat infantry in the Wu barracks.

For the tank squadron under Hogg's command, the pursuit was like a smooth daily training, and if it weren't for Hogg's strict orders in advance about the scope of the pursuit, maybe these black-painted medium tanks would have been chasing the retreating Japanese into the city of Tokyo. A smooth pursuit battle was hearty, so that the upper and lower levels of the Wu army camp finally let out a bad breath, and when they returned to the position in victory, they suddenly found that the reinforcements had arrived at the airport smoothly.

Zhuo Fei decided to launch an all-out attack, and the reinforcements who had been moving towards the Tokyo airport in secret no longer slowed down their movements in order to conceal their whereabouts. The tank squadron commanded by Hogg is only the vanguard of reinforcements, and when Hogg's tank squadron helps Wu Junying launch a counteroffensive, the number of reinforcements who came to the airport has already exceeded 10,000, and in the next half a day, more than 6,000 follow-up troops will arrive at the airport one after another. ... Friends who read books, you can search for "", you can find this site as soon as possible.