Li Zhaoying saw that it was not possible to fight like this, and he didn't know if he was going to suffer a loss, so he hurriedly ordered: "Stop the attack, the death squad is on the death squad, and blow up these turtle shells with grenades." ”

The daredevils, holding bundles of grenades wrapped in leggings, some in groups of two and some in groups of one, leaped forward towards the Japanese light tanks from all directions.

The machine guns of the 139th Division also beckoned to the tanks. Strings of bullets hit the tank, and only the clanging sound on the tank could be heard, but it could not penetrate the steel plates on the tank, and the bullets fell to the ground one after another.

Behind the tank and combat vehicles, there were also devils' infantry, devils' heavy machine guns, crooked machine guns, grenadiers, and Type 38 rifles, which also shot at the attacking Chinese death squads.

"Sudden ......", "Da Da Da ......", "Horn Horn Horn ......", "Horn Hook-"

The airtight bullets formed a web of death, blocking the attack of the Chinese soldiers and harvesting the lives of the Chinese soldiers.

Although the daredevils of the 139th Division were brave and not afraid of death, they were flesh and blood after all, and they died a batch, and then a batch, and then another batch, and then another batch. In front of the light tank, the corpses of Chinese soldiers were lying down.

Shang Zhen in the front-line command post saw that outside Gao'an County, the Japanese army's bean chariots were reckless, and the attacking 139th Division was frustrated, and his face became grim again.

Han Xing called Liu Zhiyuan over and said to Regiment Commander Liu: "Chief of Staff, it's your turn." How to deal with these bean chariots, you should have a way! ”

Liu Zhiyuan shouted loudly: "Artillery can hit tanks, and our heavy machine guns can also hit tanks." I don't need to teach me anything, just see how I deal with these little devils! ”

Liu Zhiyuan quickly led his direct regiment across the Jinjiang River, went straight to the city of Gao'an, and came to Li Zhaoying's side. He greeted Li Zhaoying first: "Report to Division Commander Li, Liu Zhiyuan, a regiment directly under the Southern Expeditionary Army, has been ordered to come." ”

After Li Zhaoying shook hands with Liu Zhiyuan, he said with a stern face: "The situation is not good!" ”

Liu Zhiyuan squatted beside Li Zhaoying, glanced at the battlefield first, and couldn't help but feel a little chilled. Under the city of Gao'an on the opposite side, there were dozens of bean chariots of the Japanese army, lined up in a long snake formation, as steel shields. Just behind the bean chariots, temporary fortifications made of sacks of earth, about two squadrons of the Japanese army, four or five hundred men, were waiting in the trenches.

Death squads of dozens of men pounced on them, and quickly fell in front of the enemy's positions, drowning under the enemy's dense gunfire.

In front of the position, the remains of hundreds of Chinese soldiers have fallen.

What kind of tactic is this, this is called the tactic of adding oil, if you fight like this, if you put all these two regiments into it, you will not break through the Japanese position, but you will fight all yourself.

Liu Zhiyuan said to Li Zhaoying: "Please stop your troops attacking first." ”

Li Zhaoying was still a little unconvinced: "These tanks of the Japanese army have not been destroyed yet, and our troops will not be able to attack them without the death squad destroying these tanks." ”

Liu Zhiyuan is reluctant to reason with him, and I am afraid it will not make sense to explain it to him. Just say: "The life of a soldier is precious." Your troops will take a break and let the little devils get a taste of mortar shells. ”

Li Zhaoying had no choice but to order the troops to stop the attack.

Liu Zhiyuan said to Wang Daxian, commander of the mortar battalion: "It's up to you first." Are you all set? ”

Wang Daxian shouted and said, "I have been ready for a long time, just waiting for your order." ”

"Alright, let's get started!"

Wang Daxian returned to the mortar battalion and immediately issued an order to the whole battalion: "Target, the chariot of the little devil and the sack fortifications behind, the angle is 11:50, the elevation angle is 37 degrees, and each mortar is 3 rounds." Shoot-"

Wang Daxian belonged to the horse race. He, the mortar battalion commander, was drawn from the tip of the needle, from the platoon commander, from the company commander, and in all aspects. He even omitted the test shot, and shot Zhu Yuan directly in his mind.

It seems that he is sure of this.

Every second on the battlefield determines the life and death of a unit. In one second in the morning, it may be possible to annihilate the devil's chariot squadron, and in one second in the evening, it may be targeted by the devil's chariot squadron, and the first to destroy is not his own mortar battalion.

More than a hundred black eagles, pressed in the sky, flew towards the Japanese tank squadron. There was another distance in the air, then a second group, then a third group.

The rate of fire of mortars can reach two seconds at the fastest. Even faster than a rifle fire.

The first batch of mortar shells exploded in the Japanese tank group, "boom, boom, boom", followed by the second batch, then the third batch. There were also shells that exploded in the sack fortifications of the Japanese army. "Boom Boom Boom-" "Boom Boom-"

At that time, it was the captain of the Suzuki wing who was in command in the sack fortifications. He is still complacent, even if you capture Shiguling and destroy my artillery brigade, you will not be able to break through my Gao'an City.

Because there is a squadron of our chariots under the city of Gao'an. He had already discovered just now that the Chinese army, whether it was a group charge or a separate death squad, had not broken through its own iron bucket formation. If I predict the final result, it will be to drain the lives of all their soldiers, and I will not move.

The first shells exploded in the squadron of combat vehicles. Some shells exploded between tanks, and shrapnel from high-explosive shells did not cause much damage to the 12-millimeter-thick steel plates. Some shells hit the tank directly, and with a "bang", a slight tilt, the shells slid out, and then fell to the side and exploded.

But it also happened that two shells fell directly on the tank and exploded, blowing up the tank at once, and the driver and commander were killed in the car at that time. More shells were directly between the tanks and the tanks, forming a wall of fire, a cloud of smoke, which suddenly obscured the view of the tanks.

It's not the same if these mortar shells fall in the sack fortifications of the devils. The devil's sack fortifications were just more than half a meter above the flat ground, and the mortar shells hit just right. The shell explosion has an angle of inclination, that is, there is a safe blind angle of 5 to 15 degrees. This is good, the fortifications that are half a meter high, there is no safety corner, as long as the shells fall, it will inevitably explode on the sacks.

The devil soldier behind the sack happened to be unlucky. Pieces of shells fell, and there was no way to dodge, and in the rain of steel bullets, they fell one after another. Heavy machine guns, light machine guns, rifle parts, and broken arms and legs of imps flew in the sky.

The shells are so dense that it's too late to dodge.

Wing Captain Suzuki felt that something was wrong, where did the troops of the national army come from so many mortars, where did so many shells fly.

He shouted loudly: "Dodge, dodge, dodge enemy shells, dodge shells." ”

No matter how loud his voice is, it is not as loud as the sound of mortar shells. His hoarse voice had long been drowned out by the whistling cannonballs and rumbling explosions.

After this round of explosions, there was a miserable scene under the city of Gao'an.

The tank squadron was blown to pieces. The sack fortifications were all blown up, and the original neat line of defense was now blown up to the breaches everywhere, just like sawtooth. Just in front of and behind this sack fortification, there were piles of dead bodies, and half-dead soldiers, sitting on the ground, lying on the ground in agony.

Some of them have lost an arm, and they are still looking around: "Where is my arm, where is my arm?" ”

Some of them lost a leg, and they didn't know it, and they were just about to stand up, only to find that their legs were not strong, and when they looked down, they couldn't find a leg.

At the very least, 200 soldiers were killed.

"Yaga!" The captain of the Suzuki co-captain gritted his teeth and scolded: "The Chinese army is very powerful! Great! Their artillery, where did it come from, where did it come from, what did the intelligence services do to eat. The 32nd Army, the 32nd Army, they didn't have a few decent guns yesterday, why did they have so many guns here. What's going on? What's going on? ”

Suzuki was most worried about his tank squadron, and he loudly ordered the tank squadron: "Tank squadron, you move a little, move a little, and demonstrate to the 32nd Army!" ”

The staff officer immediately conveyed this order to the tank squadron. The tank squadron was activated, except for 2 tanks that were knocked down, the rest of the engines made a rumbling sound, green smoke came out, and the 37mm guns also fired a few shells at the position of the 32nd Army, to show the existence of the tank squadron, and also to give the remaining Japanese squadron a little hope of survival.

Wing Captain Suzuki laughed, and he roared loudly: "As long as our tank squadron is still there, the Chinese 32nd Army will definitely not be able to break through our steel position." Soldiers of the Suzuki Wing, we must hold our positions and wait for our reinforcements to arrive. ”

The soldiers who did not die also showed high quality, and they shouted in unison: "Harley! Harbish! Hold your ground and wait for reinforcements to arrive. ”

But at this time, another terrible thing happened.

Suzuki saw that just on the position of the 32nd Army, a string of glowing bullets suddenly came from high in the air to this side. The bullets were fired from the positions attacked by the 32nd Army, then flew into the air, forming a graceful arc in the air, and then fell on their own positions.

Suzuki had never seen tracer bullets, all he saw were glowing bullets. These tracer rounds, one out of every five or six rounds, indicate the trajectory of the 12.7mm heavy machine gun shooter and constantly correct the direction of the shot. Tracer bullets shine during the day and at night.

His squadron of tanks was still moving slowly, and the 12.7 mm bullets that fell from high altitude easily pierced the 12 mm thick steel plates and then burrowed into the tank. Some chariots were shot with dozens of bullets at once, and they were beaten into a sieve at once.

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