Although the silver money spent by Su Jin during this period was like flowing water, millions of oceans were spent in just a few months, and the loss of personnel, weapons and ammunition consumption was even more unknown, but Su Jin's offensive could not help but not slow down, but became more violent.

This is not only because the strength of the Japanese army in Zhejiang has been almost consumed, but more importantly, with the replenishment of more than 300,000 energy points and the upgrade of the weapon store, Su Jin, who was originally short of energy points, suddenly turned into a local tyrant in the blink of an eye. By the middle of December, Huzhou, Jiaxing, Shaoxing, Ningbo, and other places had been recovered one after another, and the last remaining 5,000 remnants of the Japanese army were also compressed to the Taizhou estuary to support and wait for the response of the home fleet.

It was already dawn when the cold wind blew in through the open broken windows, and when I looked behind me from the remaining top floor, I could only see huge craters and corpses on the endless stretch of beach, as if tombstones were sticking out to the sea in the distance. The dim sun hung low above the ruined city like a heavy purple-orange ball. With a chilling and dim sun, the surviving Japanese soldiers felt a wave of helpless despair enveloping their hearts.

Next to a row of broken walls were some Japanese soldiers in shabby military uniforms, their bunks were piled with messy hay and broken blankets, the Type 38 rifles in their arms were shining with dark red blood, and there were several backpacks on the ground, which were thrown indiscriminately on the ground.

A lieutenant leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, and an officer like him supposed to have a better place to rest, but now he slept like the most ordinary soldier in a dilapidated house that leaked on all sides. In the rubble piles on both sides of the street in front of them, rows of tall willow trees could be seen, and under the willows were the remains of two lonely, blackened and broken chariots, one of which was a Japanese Type 95 tank, and the other was the No. 2 tank belonging to the 202nd Army, and next to the wreckage were several piles of black bloodstains.

At this moment, there was a powerful roar from the street in the distance, and the Japanese soldiers who had been clinging to the wall and looked like dead corpses immediately regained their vitality, and the next second they saw a four-gram tank painted gray appear at the corner of the street. Bunches of smoke emanated from the tail of the tank. The track knots cracked and the body began to move. The headlamp flickered like the eyes of a beast. The dust on the ground was swept up by the tracks, and a group of figures in gray military uniforms could be seen in the dust.

"The people of China!"

Before the words could be spoken, a mortar shell exploded not far from the street, the second fell in front of the hiding place of the Japanese soldiers, and then the third shell hit them directly less than ten meters behind them, and two Japanese soldiers who were relatively close to the explosion point were hit by shrapnel and fell to the ground on the spot.

The shelling continued for five or six minutes, and the Japanese soldiers, who had been clinging to the wall, crouched against the wall to avoid the shelling. The shelling was carried out at regular intervals, almost every few seconds, five or six shells at a time, and occasionally a shell would land next to them, killing several people.

A Japanese lieutenant propped himself up with his hands and quietly poked his head out of the window, only to see more than a dozen Chinese soldiers hiding behind the tanks on the opposite street and slowly approaching their area.

Seeing that these Huaxia people were advancing so slowly, the lieutenant couldn't help but scold with some annoyance: "Baga! These people are so afraid of death, what do they want to do? Now everyone is on my orders and ready to fight! ”

After saying that, the lieutenant rushed to a Type 92 heavy machine gun placed in the corner, pulled the safety hard, and with a "click", the gun rang out. He first fired three short shots, then a long shot, and the powerful bullets hit the tank in front of him with a clanging sound, and for the soldiers, the commander's gunshot was an order, and soon more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in the corner shot at the Chinese soldiers on the street.

After the sudden attack, the Chinese soldiers who were originally hiding behind the tank immediately scattered, these soldiers have very rich combat experience, as soon as they encountered an attack, they immediately began to move, one by one jumped forward, some soldiers can also use the submachine gun in their hands to harass the direction of the Japanese shooting while jumping, in this case, although the accuracy is not very good, but the dense fire of the submachine gun makes up for this very well, and the swishing bullets hit the wall and crackled.

The lieutenant clenched the grip with both hands, pressed the trigger with both thumbs, and with the vibration of the machine gun, his elbows and hands also kept vibrating, and the 7.7mm bullets kept hitting around the No. 4 tank, and at this time, the Chinese soldiers who had been jumping forward had found cover and lay down.

"Fire...... Kill those chinas! The lieutenant's face was a little hideous, the battle had been fought so far, his squadron had suffered very heavy losses, and the original squadron of more than two hundred people was now only more than twenty people, which also made him full of monstrous hatred for the Chinese soldiers in front, and suddenly his expression was dull, and he saw that the tank on the opposite side had begun to shake the barrel.

"Boom ......"

With a puff of white smoke from the muzzle, the tank began to fire at them, 75 mm shells continued to fall around these broken walls, and the No. 4 tank fired high-explosive shells with great power, some of the shells directly hit the windows or gaps and flew out through the broken walls, and some hit the walls, killing several Japanese soldiers who were resisting.

The Chinese soldiers, who were originally suppressed by the Japanese firepower, immediately began to move towards the houses that were firing under the counter-suppression of the tank's firepower, and the Japanese soldiers who were still shooting by the windows could see that they kept jumping and running a few steps and then stopped, concealing and suppressing the fire, everything was so skillful and sophisticated.

It is worth mentioning that these soldiers are very skilled in the use of firearms in their hands, especially the G43 rifle they use, which is powerful and fierce, and often the Type 38 rifle in the hands of the Japanese soldiers has just fired a bullet, and the opponent's more than ten bullets in the counterattack will swarm over, and the dense bullet rain will hit the Japanese soldiers so that they dare not raise their heads.

Just as the Japanese army was being suppressed in agony, several figures in tattered military uniforms were quietly approaching the tank from the street not far away, and it was almost impossible to spot them under the cover of the ruins. (To be continued.) )