"Baga Ya Road! What's going on? ”

The sudden explosion shocked all the little devils, so that they couldn't react at all, and in a moment's time, a large number of them fell.

Those who were not blown down also lay on the ground one after another, avoiding the baptism of artillery fire.

And those erected gun racks, before they could be used, were all buried in this piece of artillery fire.

The captain of the little devil wing, Jiro Takeshita, was about to give the order to fire, but before he could fire, a cannonball fell not far from him, and if he hadn't fallen down in time, he was afraid that he would not be torn to pieces by the air wave generated by the explosion, and he would have been blown away.

"Eight Ga Ya Road!"

Jiro Takeshita raised his head, shook the dirt above his head, and shouted angrily again.

However, due to the continuous artillery fire, he did not dare to get up from the ground, so he could only continue to lie on the ground, silently praying that the shells would not fall on him.

"Your Excellency, what should we do now?"

A little devil Shaosa crawled on his body, crawled to Takeshita Jiro's side from not far away, and asked for instructions at him.

"Fight back!"

"Fight back?"

Hearing the words of Wing Captain Jiro Takeshita, this little devil Shaozo was stunned, completely confused.

Counterattack? What to fight back?

In the face of the enemy's wanton bombardment at any cost, they don't even have a chance to raise their heads, so what can they do to fight back?

In fact, Takeshita Jiro didn't understand the current situation, and the reason why he said to fight back was just out of anger in his heart.

Angry, Takeshita Jiro turned to look at the tank troops that were rushing towards them, but his heart was shocked and afraid.

Ten tanks, what is this concept?

As soon as he reacted from the shock, Jiro Takeshita was a little confused, he didn't understand, what kind of immortal did Miyamoto Arber provoke, how could he let the enemy mobilize such powerful firepower to deal with them?

Tank? Suddenly, Jiro Takeshita seemed to think of something, it seemed that there was a mysterious unit in Shina, whose equipment was completely purchased by Germany, and its training was also hired by German instructors.

That is the Chinese German armor division that claims to be as effective as their Imperial Japanese Army.

"Could it be that the one stationed in Baohua Township is the moral mechanic of the Zhina people? It should be, otherwise, their combat effectiveness would not be so strong! ”

Jiro Takeshita had seen the power of the new battalion, so he took them for granted that they were German mechanics.

However, although he knew the identity of the enemy, Takeshita Jiro's face did not have the slightest joy, but was even more sad.

If he started, when their combat strength was in order, he would naturally not be afraid of the Mechanic Master, and it just so happened that he also wanted to see the power of the so-called Mechanic Master.

But now, all the tanks of their wing have been destroyed, and even the heavy weapons such as mountain artillery mortars have been destroyed in this round of bombardment by the German armor division.

Right now, with their flesh and blood, as well as the 38 big cover or crooked light machine gun in their hands, how can they compete with other people's steel bodies?

A bullet hitting someone's body is like tickling, at most it can splash a spark, but it can't cause any damage to it.

And the enemy, even if they do not fire at them, just crushing them with tank impacts is not something they can withstand.

This is really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

As an officer with a tank unit, Jiro Takeshita knows the power of tanks.

At the beginning, Jiro Takeshita also used the power of tanks to deal with Yang Yun and them, but now, their tanks have already been completely destroyed by the new battalion.

And they faced the enemy's tanks, but they simply couldn't think of a solution.

Desperate, Jiro Takeshita fell into despair completely, facing the tank troops that were rushing towards them, and for a while he didn't even think about resisting except for despair.

And he is far more than he Takeshita Jiro is in despair, Miyamoto Arbori, who was originally standing at the entrance of the countryside, also followed the bombardment of reinforcements, from the initial shock, to the despair at the moment, because he also knows the power of the tank force, without heavy weapons, only with flesh and blood can not compete with it.

Fortunately, the enemy did not bomb indiscriminately, but after the first few rounds of bombardment, the artillery gradually stopped.

However, the little devils were not happy at all, because under these rounds of bombing, they had already been blown up in pieces, with countless casualties.

The most important thing is that the ten tanks are also lined up, rushing towards them straight and fast, and they are getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, they are even less than 800 meters away.

At this time, the tanks did not fire again, but each tank had a heavy machine gun on top of it.

The muzzle of the heavy machine gun was already aimed at them at this moment, and there was almost no hesitation, and the soldier who controlled the heavy machine gun swept at these little devils lying on the ground.

Rows of bullets flew out of the muzzles, carrying angry flames and roars.

Let those little devils who had just reacted from the baptism of artillery fire fall into a new round of despair before they had time to rejoice.

That's right, despair.

Because the enemy didn't just come with these ten tanks, these ten tanks were just opening the way in front.

Behind the tank, it seems that there are thousands of troops, yellow, orange and orange, boundless, and on the way to the little devil, they are constantly pulling the trigger.

Maybe their bullets won't hit the little devils lying on the ground, but they can dispel the little devils from wanting to get up.

Massacre, this is a massacre!

Especially the Takeshita Wing, which was closest to the tank unit, couldn't raise its head at all at the moment, let alone get up and run away.

However, the stubborn little devils did not compromise on this, let alone think of surrendering, they still resisted stubbornly, raising their guns to launch a counterattack against the national soldiers who charged towards them.

Even if the counterattack seemed so weak and ridiculous, these little devils were still doing repetitive movements, pulling the bolt, aiming, and pulling the trigger.

Finally, the bullets were not completely wasted, they hit the enemy.

Unfortunately, they didn't hit the enemy, but the shells of the ten tanks.

If, if these tanks were also flesh and blood, I am afraid that they would have been beaten into a hornet's nest by the little devils by this time.

Unfortunately, these tanks are made of steel, and bullets hit them as if they were tickling.

It's just a spark at the moment of hit, and then a small white dot is left, and nothing else......