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At this time, the sound of machine guns and rifles from all directions was intertwined, and some of the ghost soldiers who had not had time to dodge were knocked to the ground by the sudden bullets, and more than a dozen of them were hit at the critical point and fell to the ground motionless, returning to their arms of Amaterasu, nearly 20,000 devils scurried around like headless flies in this small space. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's not that there is a dense area of bullets patronizing this small area, bringing up patches of blood.

"Bagaya deer! What else do you have to say now! You see, this is what you call meritorious service! We are now surrounded by enemies! You red deer! Seeing this desperate situation, Nabeshima Sugiji, whose eyes were already about to erupt fire, was the first to directly grab the collar of the culprit and shouted.

"Nabeshima-kun... Let it go... I can't breathe anymore..."Immediately, Zuo Xuanheng's face was now red due to his lack of breathing, and he was begging someone to raise his noble hand in a way that almost begged for mercy.

"Enough! Nabeshima-kun, do you want to suffocate him alive, now is not the time to make a fuss. Let's find a way to get out, and if it really doesn't work, ask the division commander for help! Kato Duo couldn't stand it anymore and pulled the two apart and said.

is also lucky, otherwise this Zuo Fuheng will become the first Japanese junior officer to be the first to hang up in this Shanghai offensive and defensive battle, and he was strangled to death by his own favorite person in anger.

"Boom...... "Boom" with the sound of metal track shoes rubbing against the ground from far to near.

A modified seventy or eighty-ton one with a turret head that resembles the turret of the later M1 Abrams main battle tank, and a very modern polygonal turret is no different from the main battle tank of later generations. Especially on the front, this is one, how to say, instead of a 105 mm L7 rifled gun and a 120 mm smoothbore gun installed like later generations, it is installed with an 88 mm 71 times diameter barrel imitation of Hans Meow's tank gun.

This tank is the historical King Tiger heavy tank chassis directly used by Zhao Heng's lazy guy, but it is just an enhanced version, driven by a small-volume Tesla turbine engine with a maximum of 2,200 horsepower, the huge body of more than 80 tons moved to a place less than 1,500 meters away from these devils with great agility and did not want to be a heavy tank at all.

The monster raised its long 88mm tank gun with a heat sheath, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the panicked little devil in front of him as the turret motor rotated with the turret.

I saw a bang, the muzzle of the cannon burst out of flames, followed by the 88 mm grenade flew directly from the long barrel of the cannon through a distance of 1,500 meters, fell to a height of two or three meters above the heads of the devils who were gathered in a volley, and in an instant, the shrapnel flying everywhere in the future will not be able to dodge some devils knocked over to the ground, just this time the devil's team fell fifty or sixty lying in a pool of blood, the rest of the devils were either severed limbs or missing arms and legs, and if they were lucky, they were far away and were directly stunned.

"Bagaya deer, where did this come from? Artillery artillery! The monster directly in front of the target, hurry up and knock it out for me with the four-year-old seven-five mountain cannon! Nabeshima, who was nabesmer, shouted to the officers of the artillery squadron who had followed him and others into the city.

At a time when the life and death of "Hai" were at stake, the commander of the First Artillery Brigade, Abe Yuzaburo Shaosa, the leader of the First Artillery Brigade, the leader of the First Artillery Brigade, Tagu Xingtaka Juncao, and the leader of the Second Artillery Squadron, Kama Shinichiro Juncao, respectively instructed his soldiers to push several 500 or 600-kilogram 75 mountain guns weighing 500 or 600 kilograms of the Meiji 41-year style to places where the tank guns could not easily hit, and after making all the adjustments. The mountain cannon with a barrel of 75 mm caliber more than 20 times the diameter was aimed at the huge machine in front of him.

"Put" an order. Several 75-millimeter shells flew out of the barrel and hit the Tiger King's face like the main battle tank of the later generations, and the fuse in the tail of the shell that hit the target was activated to ignite the warhead charge of the shell, and the violent explosion of the charge caused the 75-mm shell to hit the Tiger King's modified thick frontal inclined armor, and a few shells only exploded into a fireworks, and a large area of gunpowder smoke filled everywhere. However, the devil's artillery didn't see it very well because of the distance.

"Yo Xi, hit!" The three artillery commanders and the artillerymen who fired the cannon cheered happily when they saw that they had hit the target and thought that they had destroyed the monster in front of them.

"Nani? What's going on! Didn't you hit the target just now, how could this be! However, several wing commanders found through the binoculars that the monster on the opposite side had revealed its unscathed appearance after the smoke and dust had cleared, and they saw that the thick frontal armor was scratched everywhere, at best, it was only a little paint scraped by a seventy-five-millimeter shell, which made the three wing captains even more frightened because the monster on the opposite side raised the muzzle of the cannon again.

"Bastard, what are you guys eating. Why haven't you destroyed that monster yet, do you want us all to die here! The three wing commanders were already in a hurry, and they all scolded their heads and faces at the artillery brigade to which they belonged.

"Boom" another 88-mm artillery shell flew and hit a piece of devil infantry who were hiding somewhere in the corner of the wall and were pushing each other, the ferocious shells exploded, and countless metal shrapnel flew like a strong wind, but after being ravaged by shrapnel, what was left behind was a mess: red, white, and purple covered the ground, all human body tissues and organs were sprinkled all over the ground, and dark red blood spread and flowed everywhere.

"Red deer wolf, you go away! I'll shoot the cannon" Seeing his subordinates being so devastated, Nabeshima Sugiji, whose eyes were already red, pushed away the gunner of the Qiwu Mountain Cannon who was preparing to open fire, and personally went into battle to fight with the monster Tiger King tank on the opposite side.

"Yours get out of the way! Nabeshima-kun, I'll reload the cannonballs for you! Zuo Fuheng, whose eyes were on fire, roughly pulled away the ammunition hand beside him, picked up a 75 mm armor-piercing bullet lying in the ammunition box, and went straight to the three-seven-twenty-one, loaded the shell into the barrel, he used the gun rod to push the shell into place, and then closed the bolt at the end of the gun.

"Let's go down. It's up to me to aim here! Taya Kato took over the work of the artillery gunner, constantly adjusting the best angle of the artillery, and aiming the muzzle of the gun at the armor directly in front of the steel monster on the opposite side.

All of a sudden, it was as if a King Tiger tank with an 88-mm gun, a 75-mm mountain gun, and three men operating the guns were left in the world, and they were aimed at each other. Nabeshima clearly knew that as long as he pulled the cannon rope, the shells in the barrel would fly out and hit the target. However, he was worried that the cannonballs he fired would not be able to penetrate the frontal armor of the monster on the other side, and even though it was winter, the three of them were already sweating all over their bodies, and they were gradually soaking wet.

It's so quiet, it's so quiet, even people's breathing and heartbeat can be heard clearly. The 88-mm guns on the King Tiger heavy tank confronted several 75 mountain guns on the opposite side for a while, and no one fired even a single shell.

"Ahh Go to hell!!!! "Under the scorching heat of the May sun, the Japanese-style yellow combat uniform of the summer military uniform on his body was already wet with his own sweat, and at this time, Nabeshima Sugiji Daisa, who could no longer stand the bare eyes, suddenly roared and pulled the firing rope of a Meiji 41-year 75-mm mountain gun that had been loaded with a shell, and the barrel of the 75-mm gun with a body barrel of more than 20 times the diameter sprayed a 75-mm armor-piercing shell with the revenge flame of Maruyama Oshimaji and others in the sudden vibration of the body weighing five or six hundred kilograms. The recoil did not subside, pushing the 75-mm mountain gun back by a distance of 30 centimeters.

"Boom!!" With the speed of 700-800 meters per second across the distance of more than a kilometer, the 75 mm shell directly hit the armor of the King Tiger heavy tank with a sound of breaking through the air, and a cloud of smoke mixed with fire broke out on the armor of the front of the King Tiger heavy tank, which was incredibly the second shell came one after another and was not ejected, but rubbed the armor and directly hit the joint of the turret, and it seemed that one in 10,000 shit luck happened like this, The part of the warhead that did not explode (I have to say that the shells produced by the Japanese were very frustrated) stuck in the rotating joint of the turret, and several shells flew from behind and exploded on the tank, and the thick smoke did not disperse for a long time, and it was faintly visible that there were flames around the Tiger King (deliberately, still...... ）。 The 88-mm gun, which was slower to reload, had no time to fire and had to be silenced.

"Hooray!! Hit!! Long live the Wing Captain!! Long live His Majesty the Emperor!! Seeing that the biggest threat in front of him seemed to have been destroyed, the 100 devil artillery and the thousands of devil infantry who had just reacted couldn't help but jump up and shout long live. The three captains were a little out of strength, holding on to the cannon shield and gasping for breath, looking at their masterpieces with relief.