But, a miracle happened.

The miniature tank, which had been hiding behind the rocks, was never seen again, and a thick cloud of black smoke rose to indicate that the little tank had really been inexplicably damaged.

After the black smoke rose, as an encouragement to himself, he only slapped his fist hard, and at the same time shouted loudly that the thirteenth brother should hurry up and light a cigarette, and then re-aimed the machine gun at another little bean Ding who was chased and beaten by several other machine guns, and the track was crazy and running wildly on the hillside.

This time, the second stick who had been aiming for three or four seconds did not directly bombard the target, but aimed the machine gun at a slope twenty meters in front of the right side of the Xiaodouding tank, and suddenly pulled the trigger when the small tank just rushed up the slope frantically.

The 30-degree inclination angle just exposed the more fragile chassis armor of the head of the 94 small tank, and the five machine gun shells that swept out suddenly hit at least three rounds, and the steel-core armor-piercing shells pierced the fragile bottom of the tank through three large holes the size of a baby's fist At the same time, the high temperature of up to 1,000 degrees generated by penetrating the armor directly detonated the bullet box in the car, and the continuous explosion sound like a bean burst sounded in the narrow cockpit of the tank.

Of course, the three crew members of the tank driver, the commander, and the shooter died in the heat the moment the shell penetrated the cab, which was probably the most fortunate thing for them besides the sad death, at least, they did not suffer from the bullet explosion, and the projectile flew everywhere and was smashed into a puddle of flesh.

Originally, the Type 94 Xiaodouding, which was designed with only two crew members and a heavy machine gun, was only used as a reconnaissance armored crawler or an artillery tractor before invading China, but it found its extremely powerful power in the battles between the Northeast and China's endless rebels, and the machine gun and cab of the turret could not be changed, but the perverted Japanese military industry came up with another trick, and simply converted these Type 94 tanks of the North China Dispatch Army into three people and two machine guns.

In the face of the artillery-starved defenders of North China, these Type 94 tanks were a powerful force, and the mobile fortress that could withstand heavy machine guns had almost no natural enemies with two 7.7mm machine guns. The only way for the Chinese soldiers to solve them is to blast them with explosives packs or cluster grenades at close range.

However, under the fire of two heavy machine guns, the Chinese defenders in the plain often suffered heavy casualties and could not enter the position of the tank 20 meters, even if they wanted to die with the enemy, it was also a luxury. Countless Chinese soldiers fell in front of this small tank, which is just a small scum and not even an armored vehicle from a global perspective.

This is the sorrow of all Chinese soldiers in which era. If there is artillery that destroys the enemy's scum tanks, they would rather pour their own blood into it as explosives and blast away the Japanese army's unsophisticated military weapons. However, they didn't, and even, when facing the machine guns and artillery planes of the Japanese invaders, a local warlord like the Sichuan army, only two people had a rifle, and when the veteran died, the new soldier had a chance to hold a gun.

The Eighteenth Army, which had always insisted on fighting behind enemy lines, even carried a spear on its back and prepared a red tassel gun, that is, after three shots, waiting for a white-knuckle wartime special weapon. Because of them, many did not even have bayonets.

But here, the 94 small tank is like a little lamb to be slaughtered, no matter how it escapes, it cannot avoid the fate of extinction.

Two small beans were blown up in a row, leaving the only remaining 94 tank to reveal, desperately maneuvering towards a Type 89 medium tank not far from him.

As for the tank driver's thoughts at that time, neither the Chinese nor Japanese soldiers knew about it, but it was probably because they wanted to use the relatively strong armor of the 89 tank to resist and re-aim his machine gun.

But this unlucky guy who was full of thoughts of "Dead Dao Friends Don't Die Poor Dao" was too unlucky, because a string of machine gun bullets swept over and suddenly began to reverse to dodge, and the 89 tank driver knew that there was a bastard behind him who actually had the idea of using him to block the gun.

The loud sound of metal touching the "bell" even exceeded the sound of the explosion of the cannonball.

The 89 tank, which was desperately reversing, crashed straight into the 94 tank that was desperately fleeing, one was 15 tons, and the other was 3.4 tons, just like a mud tanker hit QQ, and the two were not in the same heavyweight class at all.

The engine behind the hull of the 89 tank suddenly emitted a puff of black smoke, and the diesel engine, which could burst out with 170 horsepower, stopped. But the 94 tank is even more tragic, it was directly knocked out by the big brother three or four meters, not to mention, there is a large crater left by the 105 howitzer with a radius of 2 meters and a depth of 1.5 meters next to it.

94 Little Douding fell into the crater with his butt crooked, no matter how the tracks turned, how the engine roared desperately, and the Little Douding tank, which was tilting the front of the car and twisting his body desperately, just couldn't get out.

"Yaga! This idiot. Hiroo Shimoto, the leader of the chariot squadron more than 100 meters away on the other side of the battlefield, saw this scene in the observation window, and almost vomited blood without getting angry.

This battlefield crash directly caused an 89 medium tank to lose its mobility, and a 94 light tank to fall into a crater. If in normal times, it is just another tank to tow it out.

However, now on the battlefield of bullets, what is even worse is that the Chinese still have machine guns that can blow tanks!

The anti-aircraft gun shooters of the Independent Regiment on the hilltop position were obviously stunned at first, and then, like sharks smelling blood, were all attracted by these two tanks that had lost their ability to maneuver.

A tank that can't move is no longer a tank, at most two iron-clad buns, which is simply a supreme delicacy for the machine gun shooters who have proven that the machine gun hits the tank with a handle in hand.

There was no doubt that in the face of four machine guns that could spew dozens of shells in ten seconds, no matter how desperately the last three remaining 89 tanks tried to save their comrades by firing tank guns at the fortifications, they could not change their fate of being beaten to scum.

The first to be blown up was the 89 medium tank that could no longer move but still stubbornly continued to fire at the hilltop position. The four twin guns seemed to have a tacit understanding, and collectively aimed at this dead target, and the pitiful 20 mm thick steel plate did little to hinder the 20 mm steel core armor-piercing projectile that could penetrate the 30 mm steel plate.

Each of the four machine guns that shot out a total of 80 shells left more than 50 shells on the tank.

The riveted turret, along with the barrel, was shattered to pieces by a torrent of furious metal, and the large holes in the body were visible to the naked eye as a testament to the terrifying kinetic energy of the machine gun shells.

Hardly even looking at the car door in the rear did not open, the leader of the chariot squadron, Hiroo Simoto, closed his eyes in pain. If there is one such shell in the middle, the people inside will not want to live, let alone dozens of shells.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud "boom", the 89 tank, which had been completely destroyed, jumped up suddenly, followed by the huge energy of the explosion of more than a dozen shells in the car, lifting the 15-ton steel giant beast dozens of centimeters from the ground.

The fire that ignited from the inside out completely turned the tank into a bright candle, especially conspicuous on the position.

The armor of the Imperial tank, still too thin. Ensign Matsuda, who was watching all this from afar, closed his eyes in pain and shrank his body behind the boulder.

The recruit who helped him down was already pale with fright, and the scumbag behavior of the commander was very different from his usual fierce and vicious yelling and scolding the soldiers of his squad!

"What's your name?" Second Lieutenant Matsuda glanced at the recruit, who was not part of his own squad but had definitely just joined the army for less than a year and a half.

The rank of private-class in the collar already told him about the year of this recruit's enlistment.

"Report, my name is Ikezaoji."

。。。。。。

Captain Matsuda's heart at this time was definitely trampled by 100,000 heads, no, millions of grass and mud horses. Baga's, can Nima still have a good name? At this moment when he can only rely on this recruit who can help him flee for his life, he will die sooner or later。。。。。 It's really too bad luck.

At that moment, Captain Matsuda had the urge to roll down the mountain with his head in his hands and run for his life, with this unlucky name, he wouldn't really die sooner or later!

"I would love to stand up with the Imperial warriors again and personally pierce the heads of the hateful Chinese with bayonets." Second Lieutenant Matsuda straightened his collar and tried to be impassioned, "But the despicable Chinese broke my foot with a mine, I can't drag down the Imperial warriors, in order for them to fight better, we must 。。。。。 Do you understand? ”

"Hey!" The recruit's pale face resurfaced with admiration, and he nodded heavily. "Please rest assured that Captain Matsuda will not leave the battlefield, and I will definitely accompany you to fight with the Chinese to the end, and we will cover the imperial warriors here to continue the attack."

Yaga! Captain Matsuda almost squirted a mouthful of old blood on the face. His parents didn't have the wrong name, and Baga's ability to understand was really going to die sooner or later, absolutely.

Still covering here, just take that 38 big cover? The machine gun of the Chinese on the opposite side can beat you into a hornet's nest, and you have the ability to shoot me and see?

The machine-gun fire point on the hilltop position, which had been suppressed by 6 heavy machine guns and a tank gun in a row, began to fire at full force again, and any Japanese individual soldier who dared to shoot at the position to expose the target was greeted not only by rifle fire, but also by the crazy covering fire of machine guns, the kind that did not give life at all.

Poor recruit Danzi faced the second lieutenant to declare his loyalty to the Japanese Empire, and as soon as he poked his head with a large cover in his hand, a few machine gun bullets hit the stone and the sparks splashed burned his face.

The Japanese private, who narrowly dodged a bullet flying from nowhere, was almost not scared, and retracted back behind the stone with a pale face.

The brutal battlefield made him understand that as long as the Chinese were given enough bullets and artillery, the so-called invincible Japanese Imperial Army would also be beaten and screamed, and death would only be a blink of an eye.

Captain Matsuda watched coldly, but he quietly hid himself harder behind the stone, but he didn't let the Chinese see it.

Hopefully, this silly X can understand his subtext. Otherwise, let him die! Anyway, he will die sooner or later.

People, once they step on the bottom line, they will refresh the bottom line without limit. All people are the same, it's not about morality, it's human nature.

Anyway, at this time, Second Lieutenant Matsuda was already thinking of being a deserter.