Finding a hidden location, Liang Shanhao raised his binoculars to observe the devils in front of the position.

As far as the eye could see, a squadron of devils followed ten tanks and emerged from the billowing smoke.

The first six Type 89 tanks continued to fire shells at the positions of the 1st Reserve Regiment, and the vehicle-mounted machine guns were also fired at the first line of defense from a distance of 1,000 meters.

biubiubiubiu！

A shuttle hit the machine gun bullet at Liang Shanhao's location, splashing a puff of smoke and dust, but fortunately, Liang Shanhao was quick and dodged the strong kiss of the bullet rain in time.

Shaking off the dust on the steel helmet, Liang Shanhao continued to observe the enemy situation: "Second battalion commander, pass on my order, before the devil's tank enters the second defense position, no one in the whole battalion is allowed to open fire without authorization."

Nodding to Liang Shanhao, the commander of the second battalion bent his waist and ran towards the various positions of the second battalion.

Shout!

There was a piercing whistling sound in the sky.

A 37-mm shell fell impartially near the position of the MG34 general-purpose machine gun.

Bang!

The dust from the shells spilled on the face of the machine-gun shooter Da Yang.

Spat fiercely on the ground, Da Yang pushed the bullet into the magazine, aiming at the tank of the devil in front of the position and wanted to hold fire.

Just when the second battalion commander arrived, the second battalion commander stepped up and kicked Da Yang to the ground.

Da Yang's face was panicked, and he stammered: "Camp...... Long, ghost...... Child...... Iron King Eight! ”

Da Yang was a new recruit in Nanjing, and he was extremely frightened because he had never seen such a devil's tank.

I once heard a veteran of the 88th Division say that the devil's tank is very fierce, and ordinary bullets can't help it at all.

In the battle to defend Shanghai, it often takes a squad of brothers to charge with cluster grenades, so that the devil's tank can be blown up.

It once happened that a platoon of the Sichuan Army killed a Type 89 tank, and dozens of people in the platoon did not survive.

The soldiers of the whole platoon were either swept away by the vehicle-mounted machine guns and the Devil's infantry as they approached the tank, or they died along with the Devil's tank.

Since listening to these combat experiences, Dayang is even more afraid of the devil's tank.

The second battalion commander scolded sharply: "Panic, panic! Panic! Fuck, did Lao Tzu let you fire? Stay good for Lao Tzu, if you break the plan of the group, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Da Yang lowered his voice and asked, "Battalion commander, when will we fight!"

The second battalion commander shouted: "Why are you asking so much!" Listen to me! ”

Seeing that the position of the first regiment of the reserve was beaten to the point that they didn't dare to let go of a fart, the two Type 89 tanks took the lead and advanced rapidly.

With the roaring sound of engines, the Kuroki squadron's "Onifury" tanks and "King Kong" broke away from the first horizontal formation of Kuroki's squadron and fired at the position of the reserve 1st regiment at a rapid speed.

Suddenly, two 37mm tungsten core armor-piercing shells hit the frontal armor of the "Devil's Fury" and "King Kong" at the same time.

Bang!

Bang!

The crew of the "Ghost Fury" was killed on the spot, and the "Ghost Fury tank lay down on the spot".

And the commander of the "King Kong" hurriedly pushed away the dead driver and wanted to get out of the battlefield.

However, as soon as the "King Kong" turned its body, a high-explosive bomb chased after the backyard of the "King Kong."

With the sound of a huge explosion, the turret of the "King Kong" was overturned, and at the same time, the high-explosive bomb also detonated the magazine of the "King Kong", and the resulting detonation completely dismantled the "King Kong" into parts.

And the commander of the "King Kong" didn't even have a chance to run out of the cab, and was burned into a roast chicken.

Through the telescope held in front of him, a smile appeared on Liang Shanhao's face: "Haha! The little devil still doesn't recognize your old opponent PAK37 battle defense gun, you can't think of it! We have anti-tank artillery in the positions of the first regiment and the first regiment in reserve! ”

Also looking at the two piles of scrap iron in front of the position, Wang Da Niu smiled and said: "Tuanzuo, we have this hard guy, so we don't have to be afraid of the little devil's Iron King Ba."

Liang Shanhao glanced at Wang Daniu, and then made a movement with his index finger: "Be modest!" Modest! Pass my order and inform Company Commander Zhao to pay attention to maneuvering, don't be targeted by the devil's tank. ”

Wang Daniu replied loudly: "Yes!"

Battle defense artillery position No. 1 position.

Seeing that the devil's two Type 89 tanks were blown into two piles of scrap metal, Zhao Laopao suddenly burst with self-confidence.

Liang Tuanzuo issued a combat mission to destroy five tanks, and now Zhao Lao Cannon has overturned two, and for the remaining three, with Zhao Lao Artillery's shooting technology, Zhao Lao Cannon feels that it is within reach.

While the iron was hot, Zhao Lao Cannon just wanted to correct the pitch angle of the muzzle to deal with another Type 89 tank that was rushing over, when suddenly, a rain of bullets from the Type 92 heavy machine gun rushed in.

THE BULLET HIT THE SHIELD OF THE 37MM ANTI-AIRCRAFT GUN, MAKING A DANGLING SOUND.

After all, Zhao Lao Pao is an old horse who knows the way, and when the bullets flew over, Zhao Lao Pao made tactical evasion actions in time, trying to keep his body low.

Listening to the sound of stray bullets grazing the tip of their hair, the soldiers of the other artillery companies who also made evasive actions in time suddenly gasped.

However, there was an artilleryman who was operating the cannon for the first time and lacked battlefield experience, so he walked towards the position of Zhao Lao Cannon with a high-explosive bomb that had been disarmed.

A stray bullet struck the loader in the throat, and the shell in the loader's arms fell to the ground.

Seeing the reloader with blood spurting from his neck falling to the ground and struggling, Zhao Laocang, whose expression was as motionless as a mountain, opened his voice and shouted: "Quick! Another loader comes up and picks up that shell! ”

Seeing the pained-looking loader being carried down by the medics, another loader carefully picked up the high-explosive bomb that had been disarmed from the fuse.

Through the billowing smoke, the observer reported the coordinates of the devil's tank to Zhao Laocang.

Zhao Lao Pao turned the handwheel, adjusted the pitch angle slightly, and roared: "Gunner!" Load! ”

The cannonball was stuffed into the chamber, and Zhao Lao quickly closed the bolt and fired a bloody high-explosive shell at the devil's tank group.

Boom!

Boom!

Two high-explosive bombs came out of their chambers, crossed a graceful arc in front of the position, and landed exactly on the devil's "Akitsuzu" tank.

Bang!

Bang!

Although the crew of the "Akitsuzuzu" tank was unscathed in the explosion, the tracks of the "Akitsusu" were blown off, and some shrapnel also bounced off the side armor of the "Akitsuzu".

Some of the devils who were too far forward were killed by shrenchel and shock waves, and four or five devils were lying on the ground and howling.

At the same time, the 82mm mortars of the 1st Reserve Regiment, which had been silent, began to speak, and several mortar shells passed over the steel monsters and smashed into the devil infantry following behind the tank squadron.

Shout!

Shout!

Shout!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Seeing that the infantry in front of the position was under artillery fire, the captain of the Takeda Wing, who had been preparing to set out to observe the battle situation, became angry: "Kuroki-kun, what are you doing?" You're a little stronger, my infantry is overwhelmed. ”

Relying on the tanks of Kuroki's squadron, Captain Takeda felt that it was better to rely on his own artillery squadron.

It is better to ask for others than to rely on yourself.

After calling a communications officer, Captain Takeda shouted: "Pass my order and notify the Type 92 Infantry Artillery Squadron to suppress the artillery fire!" I was given the mortar positions of the Chinese army. ”

As soon as Captain Takeda gave the order, the 92nd Infantry Artillery also spoke, and a rain of artillery, tooth for tooth, swept towards the mortar position.

As soon as the company commander Ma Chi sent a mortar company into the shell, it was knocked to the ground by a Type 92 shell that fell nearby.

Covering the wound on his cheek and wiping a handful of blood, Ma Chi endured the pain and roared: "Gunner! Give Lao Tzu cannonballs! Gunner......"

I shouted several times, but no one responded.

Ma Chi looked behind him, and there was a whole artillery company, barely breathing, only a few seriously wounded who had lost their combat effectiveness were lying on the ground, dying.

Ma Chi scolded in a low voice: "Grass!"

With heavy steps, the horse galloped a few steps, picked up a mortar, stained with blood, and stuffed it into the shell.

Boom!

The last 82-mm shell came out of its chamber!

At the same time, more Type 92 infantry guns beckoned to the position of the horse.

This time, the point of impact of the shell was more accurate, and the shock wave of the explosion was more violent.

The horse's body was torn by shrapnel and shockwaves, and the whole person was lifted into the air, and then fell to the ground again.

An eye that was not yet fascinated by blood looked at his mortar position, and Ma Chi, the commander of the mortar company of the first regiment, muttered: "Lao Zhao, Lao Tzu did your best, you fucking give Lao Tzu a few more tanks......"

Liang Shanhao hurriedly rushed over and dragged the dying company commander Ma Chi to a safe position.

Supporting the company commander Ma Chi, who only had his last breath left, Liang Shanhao shouted sadly: "Damn, why aren't you smart, don't remember to move the nest, why do you fight in one place, I don't know if the little devil's Type 92 infantry cannon is accurate!"

Seeing Liang Shanhao's expression of loving soldiers, Company Commander Ma Chi endured the pain and said, "Tuanzao, I have ...... I did my best! I'll give you back in the next life...... As an artilleryman, you can get ...... Give me the whole one with a larger caliber, and the shells will be available...... Enough is enough, and it is ...... Just...... Refreshing! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the head of the company commander Ma Chi went limp.

With red eyes, Liang Shanhao shouted sadly: "Old Ma, you wake up Lao Tzu, the battle is not over yet, I will give you whatever cannon you want, I will definitely take care of the shells!" Old Horse ...... Rise up! Old horse! ”