A Japanese second lieutenant who fled the battlefield with a single heart and a Japanese private who had the courage to show the bravery of the imperial warriors but was beaten back to their original form by bullets hid behind the stones and stared wide-eyed.

But the battle doesn't stop because of these two little people.

After the violent explosion of the 89 tank, the door of the 94 small tank, which had fallen into the crater and tried to climb out to no avail, was suddenly kicked open, and a Japanese soldier wearing a tank hat took the lead in getting out of the door with only a little gap, and finally escaped from the iron coffin The joy of life has not had time to replace the fear on his face, and he was filled with fear again.

Hiroo Shimoto, who had just closed his eyes and reopened them again because of the huge loss, closed his eyes painfully again. It's not that he doesn't want his colleagues to abandon the car and run away, of course he knows that the 94 tank, which has lost its mechanical power, has no thickest steel plate armor of more than ten millimeters, and is not even stronger than a sandbag fortification in front of machine guns.

The colleague wearing a tank cap who had been the first to get out of the tank was only exposed, and his face was blackened with gunsmoke, but he could still make out that it was his fellow villager from Nagano Prefecture, Hitocho Moriyamano. Although most of the officers and men of the 20th Division came from Tokyo and Nagano Prefecture, there were very few chariot brigades with aristocratic backgrounds that could come from a small place like Nagano Prefecture.

Keeping warm among fellow villagers is not a unique culture in China. For the island countries that have been desperately studying Han culture since the Tang Dynasty, eating sashimi in one go for more than a thousand years, and having their wives kneeling to welcome their husbands home, which China itself has lost to maintain its "fine" tradition, whether it is the dross or the essence, they have learned a lot.

In the Japanese army, this kind of small hill and small group, whether it is the struggle between the navy and the army at the national level, or the squadron and squad at the grassroots level, it exists.

There is no doubt that these two Nagano natives belong to the kind of relationship that is so strong that they wear the same pants. Otherwise, the Japanese captain would not know without looking at his face that the colleague who drilled out half of his body was his countryman. Perhaps, he looked at the ass, and Baga's was more familiar.

But will the damned Chinese spare their compatriots who seem to have escaped? The Japanese captain did not dare to guarantee it at all. Because, if he were a Chinese commander, he would definitely be the first to hit this 94 tank, which had lost any ability to resist.

Captain Siben Haonan's command concept is very correct, if you don't die if you fight a snake, there will be trouble, and they also think so.

After the explosion of the 89 tank, four machine guns aimed at the 94 tank at the same time, which was pushed into the crater again by the huge explosion shock wave several meters away, and almost all of them turned over, although the 94 tank was small enough, but the 1.5-meter deep crater was not enough to hide his 3.1-meter figure, and almost at a 70-degree inclination in the crater to expose all his vulnerabilities, the 94 tank was more like a dead target than the 89 tank.

The stormy blow suddenly came at the moment when the Japanese soldier Cao Chang, who had not even had time to breathe a breath of fresh air, appeared with joy on the face of the Japanese soldier who had been the first to get out of the tank.

Cigar-sized 20mm cannon shells are not invincible, nor are they devastating enough to break a tank's steel plate into a rag full of holes, and when encountering angled edges, the shell will often be bounced off.

And it was these shells that were ejected and had no ballistic laws that killed the Japanese commander Cao Chang, who had no chance to dodge after drilling out of the tank.

Because of the angle, Hiroo Simoto, who opened his eyes again, couldn't see what kind of bad luck happened to his fellow countrymen, but the sparks that suddenly burst out on the tank car, and the tank hat only showed its head for a second before falling down and disappearing again, and he also knew that the ending of his fellow villagers was not much better.

A 7.92 mm Hanyang-made bullet about the same thickness as a little finger hits a person with a hole the size of a small teacup, but what about a 20 mm machine gun shell as thick as a cigar? Cao Chang, a Japanese soldier who was hit in the abdomen by two ricocheting bullets, will tell you with facts that it is really not for people to suffer.

In fact, the Japanese army Cao Chang is still alive, but he is not very good. The two shells that hit him in the abdomen directly broke his waist, completely stirring his abdomen into a ball of flesh and breaking his spine together, and the terrifying kinetic energy of the shell with a speed of more than 800 meters per second did not even make the upper and lower bodies of the Japanese Cao Chang connect together.

Cao Chang, a Japanese soldier who was thrown a meter away and only left his upper body, let out a heart-rending howl, and the terrifying high temperature even sealed his veins at that moment, at least for a second, the already empty abdominal cavity did not flow out of the imaginary amount of blood except for a cloud of dirty black.

It wasn't until he howled in heart-rending pain that blood spurted out.

However, perhaps no one but himself could hear his dying wails, and the deafening sound of gunfire on the battlefield had long since masked the ugliness of these wars.

A Japanese tank machine gun shooter who was still struggling to squeeze out of the car witnessed this terrible scene, and he broke out a terrible howl even louder than his inhumane commander, and desperately shrank back into the tank.

Because of the pain, he bit off his tongue and bled from the corners of his eyes, and the expression on Cao Chang's face was definitely a nightmare for his life.

Perhaps, the good news for him is that he doesn't have to have nightmares anymore.

The two Japanese soldiers were still desperately entangled at the door of the car, one wanted to come out, the other wanted to hide back, and the furious machine gun shells had already penetrated the upper part of the miniature tank located above the crater, and the violent heat burned everything that could ignite in the tank.

The two Japanese tank men were no exception, and the clothes made of cloth were not the most important fuel, but the rich fat of the human body was the best material for continuous burning.

The Japanese soldier in the innermost part cried and rolled in the iron coffin when the heat came, and he could only end up being reduced to ashes in the mini-tank that had already been destroyed. And the Japanese soldier who was scared back to the tank by the half-cut Cao Chang was not afraid this time.

He had become a burning man, and he struggled wildly, squeezed out of the car door that could only open a narrow gap, and jumped out of the shell crater like a small universe erupted, stepping on Cao Chang's head, which was only half of his body about to die.

The fire man ran and rolled on the ground and howled, trying to extinguish the flames rolling on his body, but he didn't know that his clothes could be extinguished by burning, but if the body grease was ignited, it really needed a fire extinguisher。。。。。

"Yaga, send him to Amaterasu!" Hiroo Simoto closed his eyes again and ordered with a painful expression.

The already silent 7.7mm machine guns rang out again, but this time, not at the positions of the Separate Regiment on the top of the hill, but at themselves.

The tumbling fire man was hit by the rain of bullets and rolled on the ground several times in a row, his body trembled slightly, and then fell silent. The flames on his body were still burning, like a horizontal torch.

It's time to retreat! Hiroo Simoto looked at the burning human body not far away, and for the first time in his mind, a completely different thought came to mind than before the war.

The Japanese second lieutenant who was behind the big stone looked at this terrible scene and said to the private-class soldier with a white face: "Chi Zao-san, what do you think we should do now?" ”

"Captain Matsuda, I think our artillery should join the battle, damn Chinese can't resist the artillery of the Imperial Japanese Army." The Japanese privates trembled and still wanted to show the fearlessness of the Imperial Army in front of their commanders.

There is no way, all those who show cowardice in front of the commander will be beaten, and the Japanese private, who has been beaten for many times, will not dare to show his cowardice in front of this squad leader who is actually even more cowardly than him, even if he is afraid of death at this time.

"Yaga !!!" Second Lieutenant Matsuda really wanted to fan him with a big-eared scraper and smash the stinking mouth of the private.

Artillery into battle? Is this the killing of the Chinese and the burial of more than 300 infantry still on the battlefield? Not to mention that the error of the 105 howitzer 9 kilometers away will be 400 meters, even the mountain artillery 4 kilometers away does not dare to completely guarantee the safety of its own people within 400 meters.

Especially for the Japanese army without trenches and anti-artillery holes, one shot down, it is a dozen or even dozens of people to finish, is that to help the Chinese?

Although it is not very likely that the feather bird will make this stupid move, God knows if the stinky mouth of "sooner or later death" will work? What if?

The Japanese second lieutenant was racking his brains at this time to think about how to get out of the battlefield, especially when there was such a new recruit by his side. He must not let that stupid X know that he wants to run, even if he knows, everyone wants to escape, the younger brother does not say that the eldest brother, it is good to have an explanation if he survives.

In the fortifications on the top of the mountain, the second stick and his comrades in the anti-aircraft artillery company went out with great might, killing two mini tanks and a big guy in a row. Now there are only three 89 medium tanks left on the hillside.

Moreover, the three tanks were probably stunned by the successive blows, and no longer dared to constantly maneuver and fire at the hilltop position as before, but used the mountain and the raised boulder as a cover and hid their faces.

At this time, they can't be hit on the mountain, and their tank guns don't want to hit the top of the mountain.

"Keep an eye on them for Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu will drink saliva first." The second sticker, who was in a good mood, stuffed the machine gun in his hand into his co-shooter, stood aside and picked up the military kettle, lifted the lid, and poured it into the cool white.

Although each of the entire army of the Independent Regiment has a personal water bag made of sheepskin, the second stick has never been used to sucking and drinking in small sips, and still prefers this feeling of pouring in large gulps.

The only thing that he has not been accustomed to is that the water in the kettle is not only not a cold mountain spring, but also has a faint salty taste. However, whenever encountering particularly physically demanding field training or this kind of wartime, the water in the kettle of the soldiers of the independent regiment is always boiled boiled water, and a certain amount of salt is added, which makes the second boy who has been drinking mountain spring water for more than 20 years and has been in good health unaccustomed to it.

It's just that no one dares to disobey the order of the regimental commander, no matter whether he likes to drink it or not, the second stick does not dare to secretly change it into mountain spring water, including what is not allowed to defecate at will, must go to the designated location, must wash hands after the liberation, etc., if the violation is seen, the light will be armed off-road five kilometers plus practice, and the heavy will be confined for 12 hours.

"Second brother, can I ask, how did you blow up that grandson just now, I saw that you obviously didn't hit him。。。。。。" The thirteenth man on the side lit a cigarette, took a puff, and saw that the smoke was coming out, and he was busy giving it to the second stick who was gasping for breath after drinking water.

"Hehe, Thirteen, don't look at your official and your brother and me, but now, are you convinced?" The second stick squinted at the little brother in front of him, who was also a sergeant, and said with some pride.

"Serve, you must serve, in the words of the regimental commander, I will serve you without supporting the wall, second brother, hurry, talk about it!" The thirteenth said with a grin.

However, he is full of anticipation when he is a teenager. He still has to go back and brag with Sanchuan'er at the field hospital headquarters!

Four years have passed, and the two were once fifteen or sixteen young recruits, but one is Liu Lang's personal service soldier, and the other is Liu Lang's special signal soldier.

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PS: Children's boots, for the sake of Fengyue lying on the bed and still insisting on code words, let's have some monthly passes!