There was a loud "boom", and in the worried eyes of Niu Laozhuan and Zhuo Yan, the rubble where Zhuo Fei was hiding was piled up with columns of smoke and fire, and the Japanese tanks coming from a distance finally made a move, and white smoke more than half a foot long came out of the barrel of the chariot gun, which looked very terrifying.

Soon, including Gao Chunbao, who was hiding behind the sandbag fortifications at the end of the street, they also heard the roar of a motor. The faces of the defeated soldiers began to turn white, and Gao Chunbao's heart trembled, and he said in his heart: "Could it be that the iron guy of the little devil is here again?" ”

Gao Chunbao's muttering was obviously right, with the roar of the motor, two moving earthy yellow iron boxes appeared in everyone's sight, and behind the chariot, dozens of Japanese soldiers bent down to follow. The two Japanese tanks lined up one in front of the other, one on the left and one on the right, and drove unhurriedly towards the pile of rubble where Zhuo Fei was hiding. Look at the posture is to take down the whole street in one go.

Zhuo Fei looked through the shooting holes in the rubble pile a few times, and found that the speed of the Japanese tanks was not very fast, probably to take care of the speed of the infantry behind them, the two Japanese tanks were actually not driving very fast. Gao Chunbao glanced to his side in a little panic, Niu Laozhuan's cheeks that began to turn blue jumped into his eyes, and the machine gunners behind Niu Laozhuan also opened their mouths at this moment, and their faces showed a look of panic. Obviously, everyone didn't expect that the devil's chariot would suddenly appear in front of them.

The Japanese tanks were an absolute nightmare for the soldiers of the Nationalist Army, and many of them had seen the ferocity of the Japanese tanks with their own eyes. The only way for the Nationalist army, which was absolutely lacking in heavy firepower weapons compared to the Japanese army, to destroy the Japanese tanks was to use cluster grenades, and those soldiers of the Nationalist Army who carried cluster grenades to attack the Japanese tanks were unlikely to survive.

Zhuo Fei, who was behind the rubble, also touched the rifle in his hand helplessly, in the face of the threat of the Japanese tank, his rifle was in a hurry, and he couldn't do anything. The Japanese chariot was gradually approaching, and Zhuo Fei could not only clearly hear the sound of the chariot's motor at this time, but also the sound of friction and collision between the metal of the vehicle body and the tracks. The machine gun rang out, and in the sandbag fortification at the corner of the street, Niu Lao and the others could no longer restrain their nervousness, and began to shoot at the rushing Japanese tanks with machine guns.

The rain of bullets poured down on the two Japanese tanks, but unfortunately the caliber of the bullets of the light machine guns was too small, and did not cause damage to the Japanese tanks. "Come back, retreat." Seeing that the salvo of the light machine gun did not work, Niu Lao muttered to himself like a hysterical bolt, hoping that Zhuo Fei could withdraw safely.

The Japanese tank in the "boom" suddenly stopped, and then the body of the vehicle shook backwards, and the barrel of the chariot gun spat out tongues of fire more than a foot long, and the projectiles that came out of the barrel hit the rubble pile in front of Zhuo Fei in a blink of an eye. Large columns of fireball and smoke rose from the rubble, and shrenchnel from the shells swept through like a storm, mixed with a large amount of future debris. Zhuo Fei, who was hiding behind the rubble, couldn't care about anything else, he could only hold the rifle in one hand and the steel helmet in the other, lying on his stomach tightly against the bottom edge of the rubble pile and not daring to move.

Zhuo Fei didn't dare to raise his head and go out, because the machine guns carried on the Japanese tanks had already fired at this side, and the strong feeling that a bullet would hit him in the next second began to torture Zhuo Fei's nerves. "Boom" was another explosion, the sound of the explosion at very close range sounded completely different from when it was a little farther away, and the heat after the explosion was instantaneous, and the fine debris made Zhuo Fei's exposed skin tingle.

Continuously bombarded by Japanese chariot artillery, although the pile of rubble where Zhuo Fei was hiding had not been bulldozed, they could no longer see the pile of rubble clearly because there was too much smoke blocking their vision. Niu Lao Bolt didn't want to just wait for this, he wanted to do something, but in fact, Niu Lao Bolt was now out of order, and his mind was now full of the sparks that light machine gun bullets shot out of the Japanese tank.

The lack of heavy weapons meant that they could not destroy the Japanese tanks, and if they really wanted to let these two Japanese tanks lie down, they would have to fill them with human lives. "Who still has grenades?" Niu Laozhuan stared at a pair of eyes and turned to look at the defeated soldiers under him, the defeated soldiers had all been on the battlefield, and naturally knew the meaning of Niu Laozhuan's words. No one wanted to make eye contact with Niu Laoshuan, everyone shook their heads in unison, Niu Laoshuan's face was a little disappointed and turned to Gao Chunbao, no grenade means no cluster grenade.

Seeing Niu Lao Xuan looking at him, Gao Chunbao shook his head without the slightest hesitation, jokingly, not to mention that he and his soldiers did not have grenades, even if they did, they couldn't take them out, who would think that their lives would be long. Niu Laozhuan was still struggling with why there were no grenades, but Zhuo Yan, who had been staying by his side, suddenly rushed out of the sandbag bunker and ran desperately towards the pile of rubble where Zhuo Fei was hiding.

For Zhuo Fei, it doesn't matter whether the craftsmanship is rough or not, and it doesn't matter whether the maneuverability is good or bad, the key is that the tool should burst into power when the user needs it. Suppressed behind the rubble by the Japanese tank, Zhuo Fei knew that it would be impossible for him to get out easily this time, so after a little thought, he took out the box of Molotov cocktails from his baggage. The wooden box was neatly filled with 12 bottles of Zhuo Fei's self-made Molotov cocktails, the bottles were empty wine bottles, and the mouth of the bottles was filled with easily wet cheesecloth.

Zhuo Feiben wanted to make the famous Molotov cocktail, but unfortunately he couldn't find many ingredients that needed to be added, so Zhuo Fei could only make a hodgepodge of what he could find. There was no natural rubber, Zhuo Fei added to the Molotov cocktail with a knife to shredded car tires, magnesium powder from the photo studio, as well as egg whites, soap, paraffin wax and paint, Zhuo Fei added to the Molotov cocktail in addition to the oil extracted from the car.

The grenades had been used up, the grenade grenades were long gone, and the 12 Molotov cocktails in this box were the only heavy weapons in Zhuo Fei's hand. The Japanese chariot began to accelerate, and under the pull of the rapidly rotating tracks, the thin body of the Japanese chariot showed a majestic momentum, which made Gao Chunbao, who was hiding on the street corner, fearful, and when the machine gun muzzle on the front of the car burst out with orange tongues of fire, everyone who knew that they were safe almost simultaneously lowered their bodies.

In Zhuo Fei's dictionary, there are no words for capture and surrender at all, so when the Japanese tanks began to accelerate, Zhuo Fei had already put the Mauser rifle in his hand at his feet, and in the next battle, Zhuo Fei only needed those Molotov cocktails. In the roar of the Japanese tank, Zhuo Fei, who was half-squatting, quietly held the Molotov cocktail in his hand, and held the lighter in the other hand, he was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to throw an incendiary bottle.

But at this moment, someone rushed from behind Zhuo Fei, and before Zhuo Fei had time to turn around, he pressed on Zhuo Fei's arm holding the Molotov cocktail. The speed of the person who came was as fast as a gust of wind, and Zhuo Fei, who was caught off guard, was snatched of the Molotov cocktail and lighter in his hand in the blink of an eye, and when Zhuo Fei came back to his senses, he looked at it, wasn't that Zhuo Yan who should have stayed behind?

Zhuo Yan, who walked more Molotov cocktails and lighters from behind, did not stop beside Zhuo Fei, but bowed his head and bent directly over the rubble pile to run towards the Japanese tank, Zhuo Yan held a grenade in one hand, and held a burning Molotov cocktail with the other hand, and when Zhuo Fei, who reacted, shouted loudly, Zhuo Yan suddenly slowed down and threw out the Molotov cocktail towards the Japanese tank. Zhuo Yan's movements were not slow, but in Zhuo Fei's sight, the whole process of Zhuo Yan throwing the Molotov cocktail was like slow motion in a movie, and two or three seconds later, the one behind the two Japanese tanks took off a fireball.

"Damn, you're fucking stupid." Zhuo Fei, who had already picked up the lighter on the ground and lit the Molotov cocktail, couldn't help but curse secretly when he saw the situation, and then also carried the Molotov cocktail and ran out from behind the rubble. Zhuo Fei's speed was not slow, and while knocking down Zhuo Yan, he also successfully threw the Molotov cocktail in his hand at the Japanese tank that was not very far away from him. The incendiary flask that kept flipping in mid-air did not disappoint Zhuo Fei, and the fire that rose from the chariot caused Zhuo Fei to smash Zhuo Yan in the back.

Pulling Zhuo Yan back to the back of the rubble, Zhuo Fei lit the fire, Zhuo Yan threw the Molotov cocktail, and in the blink of an eye, the assembly-like cooperation of the two made a fire belt several meters wide appear in the middle of the street, and the smoke that dispersed also greatly affected everyone's sight. Zhuo Yan still insisted on throwing out a few grenades on his body, but Zhuo Fei was forced to pull the cat back to the side of Niu Lao Tie at the corner of the street.

"You stupid, didn't you know it was dangerous just now? If you get shot, there's nothing I can do to get you back. Just out of danger, without bothering to talk to Niu Lao, Zhuo Fei gave Zhuo Yan a punch first. Zhuo Fei's punch was not very heavy, and Zhuo Yan's skin was rough and thick, even if Zhuo Fei hit harder, I am afraid Zhuo Yan would still not feel pain.

took a fist from Zhuo Fei, but Zhuo Yan was naively happy, "I threw the bottle farther than you, they bombarded you with cannons, and I burned them with the bottle." Zhuo Yan didn't feel how dangerous it was just now, Zhuo Fei wanted Zhuo Yan to remember the lesson just now, but Zhuo Yan's next words made Zhuo Fei almost burst into tears. You are my brother, I can't watch you die, whoever wants to kill you, I will kill him first. ”