That's right, it's the sound of chain rails. Flash Dance

Fang Buwei exhaled fiercely.

I forgot that in the Japanese landing force, there are still tanks as weapons?

** There are also in it, it is still imported from the United Kingdom, although there is only one tank battalion, but at the beginning, it was equipped with Zhang Zhizhong's Ninth Army Corps and drove to the sea.

It's a pity that even instructors like the 87th and 88th Divisions, who have received German-style drills, don't know anything about infantry coordination at all, and only know how to follow behind the tank to avoid bullets, but they don't know how to protect the tank.

When the tanks were blown up by the Japanese anti-tank guns, they would take their lives to fill them.

It's only been a month, and a tank battalion has been beaten to the ground with few vehicles left.

The rest are light tanks, which the Japanese can solve with heavy machine guns.

"Look for grenade clusters, or find explosives packs, speed up!" Fang Buwei yelled and jumped off the trench.

Ye Xingzhong was stunned for a moment, and asked with a pale face: "Iron King Eight is here?" ”

"What's the?" Fang Buwei kicked Ye Xingzhong, "It's best to use grenade clusters, and explosives packs are fine, but they must be big enough!" ”

**The explosives package in ** are all black powder, the power is limited, and if the amount is not enough, it will not blow up the chain rail of the Japanese tank.

Ye Xingzhong was kicked and turned over, and when he got up, his face turned even paler. 35xs

It's not the first time I've seen a Japanese tank, and Ye Xingzhong isn't afraid.

I'm still afraid of what Fang Buwei just said.

Fang didn't want him to prepare the explosives package, didn't it mean that Fang didn't want to blow up the tank himself?

I'm fucking you, it's really dead?

Ye Xingzhong got up with a bone, he didn't even have a cat at his waist, and rushed towards the corner of the trench like a gust of wind.

Fang Buwei thought that Ye Xingzhong had gone to find a grenade or explosives bag, and scolded stupidly.

There are bundled mines and bundled explosives under the feet of a few soldiers next to them, check them, and tie them tighter to use them.

Ye Xingzhong, a bastard, is willing to go far?

Fang Buwei shouted a few times, and he didn't know if the sound of the shell was too loud, he didn't hear it, or pretended not to hear it, Fang Buwei shouted, he ran faster.

Bastard.

Fang Buwei scolded again.

The tank is still far away, and the smoke and dust are too big, and it will take a few minutes to rush to the range that Fang Buwei imagined, and Fang Buwei is not too anxious.

His adrenaline spike, and he even felt a slight dizziness.

Fang Buwei knew that he was really the head.

In the past, it was a small scene, but this was the first time that Fang Buwei was really on the battlefield, and it was strange not to be excited.

Fang Buwei exhaled heavily, forcing himself to calm down.

He knew very well that it was necessary to maintain a proper amount of excitement, but if he was too excited, and he couldn't hold back a dozen hi, it would be no different from sending him to death.

Fang Buwei exhaled as he walked over to a few soldiers who were holding guns and were nesting on the side of the mud wall, waiting for the cannon to stop.

"Show me the gun!" Fang Buwei stretched out his hand.

Fang Buwei was wearing a military uniform, and the soldier knew that he was a senior official when he looked at the epaulettes.

And the supreme commander of this position is a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander, and there is no official rank who is not doing anything, listening to his request, where dare the soldiers slack off, they subconsciously handed over the gun.

"The chamber of the gun is grinding too much......" Fang Buwei threw it back after taking a look.

Fang Buwei was looking for a sniper rifle to take advantage of.

He didn't expect that he would be able to fight before he went to Song Yuanliang to report?

The guns that were prepared for sniping, he asked Chen Sunong to bring them back to the division headquarters first, and in addition to the bag on Ye Xingzhong's body, there was only a fast and slow machine and two magazines in his waist.

"The crosshair is too bad......"

"I'm ...... The barrel isn't very straight...... Aren't you afraid of blowing up? Fang Buwei was shocked into a cold sweat.

It's been a month in a row, and it hasn't been repaired and maintained, and the difference is what it should be.

After watching seven or eight strokes in a row, Fang Buwei finally found a more satisfactory one.

The gun is relatively new, not to mention, it is still a rod 98k.

Great stuff!

Fang Buwei grinned, ran back to his original position with his gun, and quickly loaded the scope.

Ye Xingzhong had just run back to the position of the fort.

Two officers and a few soldiers were fiddling with a mountain gun.

Ye Xingzhong breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, with this thing, you don't have to worry about Fang Bu going to blow up the tank with an explosives bag.

Although he is not a professional artilleryman, he has been in the tax police corps for so long, and Ye Xingzhong still has some understanding of heavy weapons.

The cannon in front of me should be imported from Sweden and the standard configuration of the third artillery regiment. In addition to being powerful and shooting far, the key is to be able to shoot horizontally and can be used as an anti-tank gun.

When Ye Xingzhong got closer and looked at it again, the smile on his face seemed to be frozen.

The axles and gun carriages of the mountain guns were blown up, and they were all supported by wooden piers?

One officer was adjusting the angle, and several soldiers were carrying the barrel of the gun, and under the command of the officer, little by little, they were lining the barrel.

How can this be fought?

How did Ye Xingzhong know that it was precisely because there was no way to move that he didn't take it with him when the Third Artillery Regiment went to Luodian.

He rushed forward with a roar and asked urgently, "Can you hit the tank?" ”

The officer just now shook his head and replied: "The gun carriage is broken, there is no way to shoot flat!" ”

Can't shoot flat?

Ye Xingzhong was anxious: "What about the three seven cannons, is there any?" ”

He was talking about German 37-mm anti-tank guns, which were available in the Tax Police Corps.

The officer said impatiently: "There are only four in the entire division, two of which have been scrapped, one of which has been blown up by devils, and one is in the division headquarters......

By the end of 37 years, the Nationalist Government had only imported a total of 150 37 artillery pieces, and there were more than 50 divisions of the Central Army alone.

The eighty-eighth division can be divided into four subjects, all of which are based on the face of the instructor.

Since there is only one door left, with Song Yuanliang's life-sparing temperament, he can't wait to tie it to the waist of his pants.

"The Japanese tanks and horses are coming, what are you going to do?" Ye Xingzhong asked urgently.

"Nonsense, what else can I do?" The officer tilted his head, pointed to a few soldiers who were tying grenades not far away, and said, "Naturally, it is ...... with human lives."

This is the vast majority of the ** troops, the only means that can deal with tanks.

If the first one dies halfway, the second horse will follow......

Ye Xingzhong was completely desperate.

There are mortars, just under Ye Xingzhong's feet, but hitting a tank with this thing is about the same as hitting an aircraft fuel tank with a rifle.

The Japanese are not stupid either, do they stop the tanks and hit you?

What to do?

Ye Xingzhong lied.

It's a big deal.

Ye Xingzhong gritted his teeth, turned his head and ran back.