The reason why it is strange is that the barrel of this cannon is slender, aiming straight ahead, the entire gun carriage is hidden in the fortress reinforced by log sandbags, and a rectangular muzzle is like a beast with an open mouth.

But these are not weird reasons, what is really weird is that with this kind of protection, it can actually be intact under the attack of the national army, and it is worthy of such solemnity by the soldiers?

Although the 46th Regiment did not carry heavy artillery fire, the 75 mountain artillery was sufficient, and this kind of firepower point was something that could be solved by a few guns.

"Aren't you sure you can beat this thing?" Cao Guoliang really didn't see anything powerful about it.

"Divisional ......" Zhang drunk and said with a sad face: "Don't you know, this is a tank, the little devil repeatedly reinforces the tank with logs and sandbags, what kind of gun doesn't work?" ”

"What...... The little devil actually buried the tank in the soil? This time, Cao Guoliang was really shocked.

At present, the strategic resources of the island army are extremely tight, and although new tanks of Type 4 and Type 5 have been developed, they are also used to equip the troops most needed at the front.

The island army did not expect the Allies to attack the Philippines so quickly, so it was impossible for the new tanks to equip the Jiannan Army.

The 18th Division and the 1st Guards Division originally had some Type 4 and 5 tanks, but in the Battle of Indochina, they were able to escape by leaving almost all their heavy equipment, and according to the national conditions of the island countries, it was completely impossible to re-equip them with new tanks in such a short period of time.

Therefore, the most tanks they have are the old Type 97 and Type 95.

This kind of armor thickness of more than ten or twenty millimeters is not enough to see in front of the Sherman equipped by the national army, facing the enemy head-on, at a distance of 1,200 meters, Sherman hits them one by one, but the enemy's Type 97 57 mm short-barreled cannon does not want to knock open the 63 mm steel plate on the front of Sherman within 1,200 meters, and does not want to penetrate the Sherman's flank steel plate 500 meters away.

Not to mention the Type 95, it is a light tank, and the total combat weight is only more than seven tons, while the total combat weight of the Sherman is thirty-three tons, and the two are not at the same level at all.

The Sherman 76-mm tank gun was able to completely defeat two enemy tanks at a distance of 1,200 meters.

The commanders of the island army were clearly aware of their shortcomings, so they were never mentally prepared to fight against the national tanks, but chose to bury them in the soil and use them as support firepower on the defensive line.

The armor of the tank itself, coupled with the protection of logs and sandbags, can indeed achieve the effect of an iron wall, but the biggest miracle is its firepower, the turret rotates at will, and there is no dead angle in front of it at 90 degrees, and even if there is, there is a machine gun under the barrel for extra care, which is enough to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

But that's not the most shameful.

The national army had tried to confuse the public and use the advantage of gas masks to surprise the attack, but the enemy immediately sacrificed biological and chemical weapons, what erosive mustard gas, Lewis gas, these do not need to breathe, contact the skin can also quickly appear poisoning symptoms and affect the combat effectiveness of the poison gas bombs, all the brains are scattered, Rao is the courage of the soldiers of the national army, and it is really useless to encounter these poisonous bullets that will die when they are rubbed, and the poisonous gas that will be injured when they are stained with it is really no problem.

It's not that the national army is incompetent, it's that the little devils are too cunning and too shady.

In view of the unpredictable situation on the battlefield, the offensive was temporarily suspended, and the 46th and 47th regiments were on standby at the front to further improve the fortifications and confront the enemy.

Cao Guoliang left in a hurry without even being able to see the enemy's defensive line, without saying a word along the way, holding a ball of fire until the headquarters came out, jumping up and greeting the eighth generation ancestor of the little devil.

"Okay, if we can scold the enemy to death, we don't need to do it, let's think about how to solve this game, right?" Wang Teng said worriedly, he didn't expect this result.

"How? Now the enemy has made reasonable use of all the advantages in the entire jungle, as well as the external factors of poison bullets and gas bombs, any of which is nothing more than an obstacle for us to overcome, even if Lao Tzu's soldiers are not afraid of death, but they are also flesh and blood, it is impossible to cross their blockade line, you tell me, how do we solve this situation? Cao Guoliang was angry.

Wang Teng plucked his head and looked helpless, obviously unable to come up with any good solutions.

The two of them just stood stupidly and stared, both of them were a little confused.

At this moment, a staff officer came in to report that the left-wing army had sent a message that the bombardment just now had little effect and had not brought much substantial casualties to the island army.

The little devils should have made a lot of anti-bombing preparations on the ground, such as tunnels, anti-artillery holes or something, and the little devils on the trees can't be blown up at all, plus the error of dropping bombs according to the coordinates is also large, and there are even fewer aerial bombs that can fall into the irregular fortifications of the little devils.

Therefore, the second attack organized by Duan Ruyi was still fruitless, but so far, they have not found that the enemy is using poisonous bullets.

The last piece of news made the two more convinced that the poisoned bullet was only the personal behavior of the unit in front of them, and not the product of the little devil army.

It's a little easier to do, at least it won't equip the whole army.

But this is only a matter of time, the power of poison bullets is obvious to all, and who can guarantee that they will not be quickly promoted.

The key is to first figure out what kind of toxin it is, and whether an effective antidote can be found.

You can't eat a big fat man in one bite, and things have to be solved one by one, so the two of them decided to start with this matter first.

Since the toxin is not a military act, it can only be taken from the jungle, and the two of them thought of the old patriarch Augustine Maris at the same time.

Armed with the guards and interpreters, the two immediately drove there.

The village remained peaceful, unaffected by the sound of gunfire in the jungle.

Because they had come for the second time, and had expressed their goodwill in front of them, as soon as the convoy stopped, the villagers enthusiastically gathered around them, muttering things that the soldiers did not understand.

Fortunately, there was an interpreter who told Cao Guoliang that the villagers hoped to get some more food, and that they had lost the jungle on which they depended, and that their lives were very difficult, and many elderly and children were still hungry.

It's true that autumn wind fighters are everywhere, and even these natives with developed limbs and simple minds understand it.

Cao Guoliang was also generous, and immediately ordered the adjutant to arrange and pull a cart of supplies for them.

As soon as the news was announced, the natives immediately cheered.

Patriarch Augustin Malis, who had been alarmed by the sound of cars, also walked out of the house, and when he heard the news, he also smiled, and kept clapping his hands to Cao Guoliang, and his gratitude was overflowing.