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There was a loud "boom", and in the worried eyes of Liu Dazhuang and Da Niu, the rubble where Qin Feng was hiding piled up columns of smoke and fire, and the Japanese tanks coming from a distance finally made a move, and white smoke more than half a foot long came out of the barrel of the tank gun, which looked very terrifying.

Soon, including Cui Xiaodong, who was hiding behind the sandbag fortifications at the end of the street, they all heard the roar of a motor. The faces of the defeated soldiers began to turn white, and Cui Xiaodong's heart trembled vigorously, and he said in his heart: "Could it be that the iron guy of the little devil is here again?" ”

Cui Xiaodong's muttering was obviously right, with the roar of the motor, two moving earthy yellow iron boxes appeared in everyone's sight, and behind the chariot, dozens of Japanese soldiers bent down to follow forward. The two Japanese chariots lined up one in front of the other, one on the left and one on the right, and unhurriedly drove towards the pile of rubble where Qin Feng was hiding. Look at the posture is to take down the whole street in one go.

Qin Feng looked through the shooting holes on the rubble pile a few times, and found that the speed of the Japanese tanks was not very fast, probably to take care of the speed of the infantry behind them, the two Japanese tanks were actually not driving very fast. Cui Xiaodong glanced to his side in a little panic, Liu Dazhuang's cheeks that began to turn blue jumped into his eyes, and the machine gunners behind Liu Dazhuang also opened their mouths at this moment, and their faces all showed a look of panic. Obviously, everyone didn't expect that the devil's chariot would suddenly appear in front of them.

The Japanese tanks were an absolute nightmare for the soldiers of the Nationalist Army, and many of them had seen the ferocity of the Japanese tanks with their own eyes. The only way for the Nationalist army, which was absolutely lacking in heavy firepower weapons compared to the Japanese army, to destroy the Japanese tanks was to use cluster grenades, and those soldiers of the Nationalist Army who carried cluster grenades to attack the Japanese tanks were unlikely to survive.

Qin Feng, who was behind the rubble, also touched the rifle in his hand helplessly, facing the threat of the Japanese chariot, his rifle was in a hurry and couldn't do anything. The Japanese chariot was gradually approaching, and Qin Feng could not only clearly hear the sound of the chariot's motor at this time, but also the sound of friction and collision between the metal of the vehicle body and the track. The machine gun rang out, and in the sandbag fortification at the corner of the street, Liu Dazhuang and the others could no longer restrain their nervousness, and began to shoot at the rushing Japanese tanks with machine guns.

The dense rain of bullets rushed towards the two Japanese tanks, but unfortunately the caliber of the bullets of the light machine guns was too small, and did not cause damage to the Japanese tanks. "Come back, retreat." Seeing that the salvo of the light machine gun did not work, Liu Dazhuang began to talk to himself like a hysteria, hoping that Qin Feng could withdraw safely.

The Japanese tank in the "boom" suddenly stopped, and then the body of the vehicle shook backwards, and the barrel of the tank gun spat out tongues of fire more than a foot long, and the projectiles that came out of the barrel hit the rubble pile in front of Qin Feng in a blink of an eye. Large columns of fireball and smoke rose from the rubble, and shrenchnel from the shells swept through like a storm, mixed with a large amount of future debris. Qin Feng, who was hiding behind the rubble, couldn't care about anything else, so he could only hold the rifle in one hand and the steel helmet in the other, lying on his stomach tightly against the bottom edge of the rubble pile and not daring to move.

Qin Feng didn't dare to raise his head and go out, because the machine guns carried on the Japanese tanks had already fired at this side, and the strong feeling that a bullet would hit him in the next second began to torment Qin Feng's nerves. "Boom" was another explosion, the sound formed by the explosion at very close range sounded completely different from when it was a little farther away, the heat wave after the explosion was instantaneous, and the fine debris made Qin Feng's exposed skin suddenly tingle.

Continuously bombarded by Japanese chariots and artillery, although the pile of rubble where Qin Feng was hiding had not been bulldozed, Liu Dazhuang at the corner of the street could no longer see the pile of rubble clearly, because there was too much smoke blocking their vision. Liu Dazhuang didn't want to just do this, he wanted to do something, but in fact, Liu Dazhuang was already out of order, and his mind was now full of the sparks that light machine gun bullets shot out of the Japanese tank.

The lack of heavy weapons meant that they could not destroy the Japanese tanks, and if they really wanted to let these two Japanese tanks lie down, they would have to fill them with human lives. "Who still has grenades?" Liu Dazhuang stared at a pair of eyes and turned to look at the defeated soldiers under him, the defeated soldiers had all been on the battlefield, and naturally knew the meaning of Liu Dazhuang's words. No one wanted to make eye contact with Liu Dazhuang, everyone shook their heads in unison, Liu Dazhuang's face turned to Cui Xiaodong with some disappointment, no grenades meant no cluster grenades.

Seeing Liu Dazhuang looking at him, Cui Xiaodong shook his head without the slightest hesitation, jokingly, not to mention that he and his soldiers did not have grenades, even if they did, they couldn't take them out, who would think that their lives would be long. Liu Dazhuang was still struggling with why there were no grenades, but Da Niu, who had been staying by his side, suddenly rushed out of the sandbag bunker and ran desperately towards the pile of rubble where Qin Feng was hiding.

For Qin Feng, it doesn't matter whether the craftsmanship is rough or not for a killing tool, and it doesn't matter whether the manipulation is good or bad, the key is that the tool should burst into power when the user needs it. Pressed behind the rubble by the Japanese tank, Qin Feng knew that it would be impossible for him to get out easily this time, so after a little thought in his heart, he took out the Molotov cocktail from his backpack. There are 10 bottles of Qin Feng's homemade Molotov cocktails in the backpack, the bottles are empty wine bottles, and the mouth of the bottle is filled with easy-to-wet cheesecloth. It's a pity that a lot of the materials that need to be added can't be found, so Qin Feng can only use the materials he can find to make a hodgepodge. There was no natural rubber, Qin Feng added into the Molotov cocktail was a car tire chopped with a knife, magnesium powder was obtained from a photo studio, as well as egg whites, soap, paraffin wax and paint, Qin Feng added only these things to the Molotov cocktail in addition to the oil extracted from the car.

The grenades had been used up, the grenade grenades had long been gone, and these 10 Molotov cocktails were the only heavy weapons Qin Feng had at hand. The Japanese chariot began to accelerate, and under the pull of the rapidly rotating tracks, the thin body of the Japanese chariot showed a majestic momentum, which made Cui Xiaodong, who was hiding on the corner of the street, fearful, and when the machine gun muzzle on the front of the vehicle burst out with orange tongues of fire, everyone who knew that they were safe almost simultaneously lowered their bodies.

In Qin Feng's dictionary, there were no words for capture and surrender at all, so when the Japanese tanks began to accelerate, Qin Feng had already put the Mauser rifle in his hand at his feet, and in the next battle, all Qin Feng needed was those Molotov cocktails. In the roar of the Japanese chariot, Qin Feng, who was half-crouching, quietly held the Molotov cocktail in his hand, and held the lighter in the other hand, he was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to throw an incendiary bottle. For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.