"Boom!"

With a violent explosion, a tank was unfortunately hit on the side by a shell, the track was blown off, and the side armor was blown out of a hole the size of a basin, and the whole thing was overturned to the ground.

You don't have to think about it to know that none of the three fighters in the cockpit of the tank were spared.

Even if shrapnel doesn't hurt them, the impact will shatter their internal organs, and the chances of surviving are smaller than being hit by a meteor.

Duan Jinghe saw this scene from the lookout, but he smiled.

It's just that there is no joy in that smile, some are just hideous and tyrannical.

Immediately, the tank he was driving picked up speed again, and with a roar, it went straight to the enemy's position.

One after another, the shells flew out of the muzzle and smashed into the enemy's position, with blood, stumps and broken arms, remnants of earth and stones, and bursts of smoke.

The faint smell of blood and the thick smoke of gunpowder that permeated the entire battlefield seemed to prove the fierceness of the battle.

From sunrise to noon, Hao Dabao's cavalry rushed into the position of the newly formed 18th Division four times, killing more than 800 enemies and suffering more than half of their own casualties.

Zhao Dayong's company coordinated with the tanks to launch three charges, and although they failed to rush into the enemy's position, they also inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy.

Liu Cheng, who was in the distance, looked down at the time, and ordered the herald in a deep voice:

"Order Duan Jinghe, Hao Dabao and Zhao Dayong to withdraw immediately!"

"Yes!"

Chen Mingyu, who was on the other side, looked at the opponent who was slowly retreating, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

After a morning of fighting, the new 18th Division, which had 2,000 more troops than the other side, was always at a disadvantage, and its casualties had exceeded 2,000.

During this period, he sent people to Lumao Huxiong several times to ask for help, but not only did he not wait for reinforcements, but even the soldiers sent out were all meat buns and dogs--- and there was no return.

The mortar position was accurately hit twice by the enemy's artillery fire, and finally had to disperse the concealed fire, which undoubtedly reduced the concentration and intensity of the artillery fire;

He also had quite a few heavy machine guns, but they never played an effective role, and the shooters of each heavy machine gun were replaced by no less than ten, but none of them could make the heavy machine gun die after firing a bullet board without interruption.

This feeling of being completely pressed and beaten made Chen Mingyu want to die, but he didn't dare to retreat, let alone run, and was reluctant to die.

After the first company and the cavalry company returned to the position, Liu Cheng immediately asked people to count the number of casualties.

In the morning, the cavalry company lost 240 dead and 63 seriously wounded; The first company, covered by tanks, suffered 135 casualties and 112 light and serious wounded.

All of them suffered more than half of the casualties, and although the number of casualties of the first company was less than that of the cavalry company, more than half of them were veterans, and the losses were actually greater than those of the cavalry company.

Liu Cheng silently wrote down the list of sacrificed soldiers in that notebook, and did not speak for a long time.

Although the victory of the war was won by human life, Liu Cheng, who has been a human being for two lives and is accustomed to seeing sacrifices, will not be hit by this, but the grief in his heart is still difficult to control.

The soldiers' lunch was eaten amid the sound of explosions, and several of them were killed by enemy shells before they could swallow the steamed buns in their mouths.

For this meal, Liu Cheng asked the transportation company in charge of logistics to mix all the flour and cornmeal together and give the soldiers steamed steamed buns.

This is the first time since the expansion of the independent battalion that steamed buns with white flour have been eaten.

When Liu Cheng inspected the position accompanied by Gao Yuan, he saw a corpse with steamed buns still bitten in his mouth.

The warrior was young, he looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

Looking at the young face with a smile of satisfaction, Liu Cheng stood there for a long time without moving.

For the first time, he felt that he hated the war so much that he hated the Japanese even more.

However, this war was not only provoked by the Japanese, but now the Chinese are also being allowed to fight the Chinese, and they only need to take out a part of the wealth and grain "generously" looted from this land, so that those people can willingly die for it, how sad is this?!

Gao Yuan touched Liu Cheng lightly and whispered:

"Battalion commander, the next battle plan is ......"

Liu Cheng sighed softly:

"Let the third company, the fourth company, and the engineer company prepare for battle, and let them go in the afternoon!"

At the same time, Zhou Zuopeng's 39th Division had also withdrawn from the battlefield and rushed back at full speed.

When Zhou Zuopeng arrived at that battlefield with the remaining more than 1,000 people, Fang Qi had already defeated the two battalions of the deer hair and tiger heroes, destroying more than 600 enemies and suffering more than 1,000 casualties himself.

And some of the reinforcements of the deer and tiger have already passed through the artillery blockade of the independent battalion and rushed to support the rest of the two battalions and protect the artillery.

When Jiang Yisheng saw this situation, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

He found Zhou Zuopeng again and suggested to him:

"Division commander, it seems that the deer hairy tiger male has been prepared for a long time, let's retreat, we can't fight with them!"

Zhou Zuopeng frowned and glanced at him, and said coldly:

"What the fuck are you doing? You were the one who persuaded Lao Tzu to do this, and now it is you who want to retreat, how could Lao Tzu let you be the head of the regiment in the first place? What the hell did you learn in the martial arts hall? You didn't expect the deer-haired devil to be on guard before? ”

Jiang Yisheng lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at Zhou Zuopeng:

"At that time, my subordinates thought that the man surnamed Liu would divide his troops to come with us for the spoils of war, so that our casualties would not be so large, but I didn't expect ......"

"your grandma's fart!" Zhou Zuopeng was furious when he heard it. "This is a fucking war, what are you doing? Calculating allies? You've been fucking dogs for more than 30 years? To tell you the truth, I thought that this would be the situation before I came, and when I decided to fight the little devil, I thought of everything!

The big deal is a death, and Lao Tzu can be regarded as a well-deserved death! Now Lao Tzu gives you a choice, if you are afraid, fucking fuck out now; Otherwise, take people up and fight hard!

It's done, we have heavy firepower in our hands, and the team can slowly recover in the future; If you lose, everyone will fucking die together! ”

Jiang Yisheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Zuopeng with a flushed face:

"Division commander, don't talk about it, my subordinates will bring people up to fight with them! Even if there is only one person left, it will definitely drag you back with a mountain cannon! ”

When Zhou Zuopeng led people to revolt, in order not to leave too much trouble for Lin Guozhong, he didn't take any heavy firepower, and there were only more than 30 light machine guns for more than 3,000 people, which could not be compared with the independent mixed brigade of Lumao Huxiong in terms of firepower.