Two FT-17s roared towards the positions of the Independent Mixed Brigade, and the puppet soldiers in the two positions immediately scattered and fled.

The little devil's tank weighed about 15 tons, while the FT-17 was only more than 7 tons, and the top speed was close to 40 kilometers per hour, which was the F1 of all tank models at that time.

At this speed, it was difficult for the heavy machine guns to concentrate their fire, and once the tank was out of the fire angle of the heavy machine guns, the puppet soldiers of the separate mixed brigade had to reorient the heavy machine guns by adjusting the direction of the tripods.

And by this time, the tank had already shifted to the other direction.

Moreover, Liu Cheng also brought five mortars, three anti-tank guns and the 100-millimeter howitzer.

The latter four guns have a common feature, that is, they can be used as flat-fire guns.

In this kind of positional warfare on the plains, the role of flat-fire artillery is much higher than that of mortars and mountain artillery that can only hit elevation angles; Especially in striking at the point of fire, it is definitely a sharp weapon for attacking fortifications.

If there was a gunner who could shoot the gun with the same accuracy as a rifle, the gun would be even more invincible.

Unfortunately, Zang Hao is such a gunner.

As soon as he entered the position, he used three shells in succession to destroy the three most tricky firing points on Lumao Huxiong's side, and directly razed the small earthen bags three or five meters above the ground to the ground.

The surrounding puppet soldiers were still looking for fire cover after the explosion, and suddenly they were shocked to see several heavy machine guns falling from the sky, this kind of excitement is really indescribable.

What made them even more uncomfortable was that there were now 260 more fighters using Type 38 rifles with quadruple scopes among their opponents.

There were still sixty or seventy heavy machine guns on Lumao's side, and he originally thought that under such firepower, the opponent would not be able to turn the situation around anyway.

However, in less than 10 minutes after all the independent battalions joined the battle, at least more than half of the fire points of his heavy machine guns were muted one after another, and they were dumb to the end, and seven or eight people were shot in the head before they could aim at the cluster target.

And the number is rising.

Half an hour later, the advantage that Lu Mao Huxiong had spent more than two hours and seven or eight hundred lives in exchange for was gone, and there were not even ten heavy machine guns that could still fire.

Of course, the three anti-tank guns and the 100-millimeter howitzer were able to turn the tide of the battle in half an hour.

Sixty or seventy shells smashed into the positions of the independent mixed brigade one after another, and the bunker fortifications that the puppet soldiers had built with great difficulty were razed to the ground in the blink of an eye, and the bloody corpses were everywhere, and the stumps and broken arms fell from mid-air from time to time, and the blood stained almost the entire position red.

Lu Mao Huxiong looked at the team that had lost nearly three-fifths of the team, and his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

Because the defeat in front of him was not because of his improper command or the combat effectiveness of the team was inferior to that of the opponent, but because Chen Mingyu's waste escaped.

If it weren't for this, the 39th Division, the cavalry company, the first company, and the special operations company that had fought against it before would definitely be left now.

With the exception of the Special Operations Company, which was able to withdraw to the positions of the independent battalion at the cost of about half of the casualties, there was little chance that the remaining men would survive.

Before Liu Cheng led the reinforcements, the casualties on Lumao Huxiong's side were between 700 and 800, but the total casualties of the 39th Division and the three companies that reinforced them had exceeded 1,300, almost twice as many as the enemy.

And as time went by, Lu Mao Huxiong could obviously feel that the fire coverage of the opponent's mortar was obviously much stronger than before, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was a good thing that Chen Mingyu did, and even the weapons and ammunition were left behind when he fled.

But then again, if Chen Mingyu didn't do this, Liu Cheng wouldn't have allowed them to escape.

Seeing that the situation was gradually reversed, Zhou Zuopeng finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He found Liu Cheng and said with a grateful face:

"I have to thank you this time, otherwise Lao Tzu and these people will definitely be planted here today!"

Liu Cheng waved his hand gently:

"Master Zhou has seen the outside, since we are cooperating, it is a grasshopper on a rope--- you can't run away and you can't jump on me, once separated, you will definitely be wiped out by the little devils one by one."

What are the casualties on your side now? ”

It's okay if he doesn't ask, as soon as he asks, Zhou Zuopeng's eyes suddenly turned a little red, and he said in a dry voice:

"Alas...... Not to mention, there are more than 3,000 people, and now there are less than 500 left, and after this battle, the number of my 39th division should also be canceled. ”

Speaking of this, a hint of relief flashed on Zhou Zuopeng's face:

"That's fine, when this battle is over, I will give you the rest of the weapons and equipment, if you are willing to continue to fight devils, let them follow you, and if you are unwilling, let them leave on their own and go home to farm, which can be regarded as an explanation to them from my division commander!"

Liu Cheng frowned when he heard this:

"Master Zhou, this should be what one of your division commanders said? The fighters are still desperate, but you are deflated first, what is the reason? Those who survived were directly dismissed, but did those who died die in vain? Aren't you afraid that their spirits will complain against you? ”

Zhou Zuopeng smiled, but the smile was uglier than crying:

"Do you think I'm fucking willing to do that? But what can I do? Even if there are only three or five hundred people left in the end, what else can they do? The people are gone, and if you want to replenish the soldiers, you must need a lot of money, and now my pockets are cleaner than my face, and the rest of my mother's eyes are towards 'money'! ”

Liu Cheng looked directly into Zhou Zuopeng's eyes and said solemnly:

"Division Commander Zhou, you don't have to worry about money, finish the battle in front of you first, and I will give you the money you need to replenish the soldiers!"

"What?!" Zhou Zuopeng's eyes widened suddenly. "You're giving it to me? Do you know how much that is? ”

Looking at Zhou Zuopeng's stunned expression, Liu Cheng smiled:

"Master Zhou, do you remember how many people I lost after fighting with your two divisions a few days ago? But before this battle, how many people do you think I have? ”

Just such a sentence made Zhou Zuopeng stunned on the spot.

Indeed, before the fight against Chifeng, he still wondered, the previous battle losses of the independent battalion seemed to have been made up in so many days; And the only way to do that is to take the money.

At this time, there are only two ways to recruit a large number of soldiers in a short period of time: one is forced conscription, and the other is heavy recruitment.

In contrast, the latter is naturally a bit easier.

"Can you really come up with that much money?" Zhou Zuopeng still couldn't believe it.

Liu Cheng nodded with a serious expression:

"Master Zhou, don't worry, I Liu Cheng promised you, I will definitely do it!"