Not a single person from the positions of the 47th Wing was heard. When the pen & fun &www.biquge.info began, it was just so far away that it was completely obscured by the roaring artillery fire. Moreover, the Japanese soldiers, who were struggling to prepare for the battle under artillery fire, were too busy to listen carefully at all.

In the trenches, the Japanese officers had to shout and give orders so that the soldiers could hear in the deafening sound. The soldiers ran to carry out their orders, carrying their weapons and ammunition, carefully dodging the shells fired by the Lucian artillery at extremely steep angles, and weaving back and forth in the smoke of gunfire.

Then, with a loud shout, the Lucia soldiers began to charge.

The soldiers had no choice but to pause their unfinished preparations for a moment, and aimed each weapon at the influx of enemies, waiting until they came into range. For a moment, the position erupted in more intense fire, but also a louder noise that completely drowned out another sound that was also approaching: a dull, non-living heavy gasp.

Kotaro Ita had no idea that danger was coming—his attention was drawn to the battle that was going on. His soldiers were shooting at the Lucians like targets, knocking them to the ground one by one. But the scene didn't ease him, not because the Lucia soldiers continued to charge, but because of the meaning behind their near-death move.

Kotaro Ita frowned and looked solemn, trying his best to guess the plan of the enemy commander who had not yet met.

Suddenly, a red flare rose on the right side of the position.

"The right flank of our army has found enemy detour troops!"

"Order Hirano Shaosa to send a squadron to reinforce the position on the right." Without any thought, Kotaro Ita gave the first order. But this was not enough, because the warning officers of the search detachment could not show the number of Lucia soldiers on the flanks, and a squadron might not be able to stop them.

He turned to the right, raised his binoculars, and pointed them in the direction in which the flare was raised, trying to gauge the size of the enemy's forces—but what he saw was something else, a four-wheeled, steel-clad vehicle with menacing patterns, at least two dozen or more.

Ironclad Chariots!

Kotaro Ita recognized, in fact, speculation, these war machines made by the United States.

Finally, perhaps for the first time, the warning of the Black Island secret service became a reality. The army thought wildly, thinking that he was very unlucky for a moment to actually come across the new weapons of the Lucia, and for a moment he felt quite lucky to be the first commander to engage the ironclad chariot.

Being able to destroy them, if not all, would be a bragging record.

Kotaro Ita regained his composure, but with a little excitement. "Order the artillery to divert artillery fire, aim at the ironclad chariots of Lucia's army, destroy them, and at the same time tell Hirano to send an additional squadron."

"Yes, Osa, but ......," the staff officer shuddered when he heard the order...... Would it be useful? ”

Kotaro Ita was stunned.

Only now did he realize that he didn't know how to deal with the ironclad chariot. The same goes for his soldiers.

The panic returned to his heart.

By this time, bad luck had fallen on the shocked Japanese soldiers on the right flank of the position. Armored vehicles have put them within range. None of the soldiers knew they were going to encounter these bizarre war machines, and they all stayed where they were, staring dumbfoundedly at the rushing mechanical monsters and their painted scarlett, white-toothed, bright red mouths, not knowing how to fight back or escape.

They turned themselves into targets.

Bright flames erupted from the weapons of the armored vehicles, and deadly bullets swept through the trenches and penetrated the bodies of quite a few Japanese soldiers. Only then did they react and hurriedly aimed their weapons at the enemy, but before they could fire a single bullet, the armored vehicle formation rushed through the fragile line of defense.

Immediately, they ran into the squadron that had been ordered to come for reinforcements.

The unit, which remained in the marching column, immediately suffered heavy losses, with almost half of the casualties. The rest of the soldiers angrily poured their bullets at the steel war machine, only to be greeted with an even more violent rain of bullets, and soon more fell in the blood of their comrades and themselves under the fierce crossfire of dozens of machine guns.

The remaining soldiers had to flee in all directions, out of range of armoured vehicles, and then regroup into scattered, disorganized groups of three or four men. They sniped like insects around the brutally crushed and advancing war machine, fighting in vain to fulfill their last bit of duty.

But what little will they had left to fight was also rapidly disappearing, and it was only a matter of time before they collapsed.

And it won't be for long.

In his mind, Kotaro Ita crossed out the largely defunct squadron from the battle sequence of the 47th Wing, and he knew very well that if he didn't immediately stop the Lucians' new weapons, he would lose more squadrons, if not the entire wing.

He turned to the disorganized staff officers, revealing to them a face distorted by excessive rage. "What are the artillery still grinding? Fire immediately, the soldiers are dying! ”

Not a single staff officer stopped to answer him, but not a single one doubted his words. The Lucians' new weapons were advancing, and more troops were already involved in the battle, and more firepower was transferred to them. However, despite the fiercer fire of the infantry, even the use of machine guns, the mechanical monsters continued to sweep their positions calmly, driving the soldiers out of the trenches and exposing them to direct fire.

Casualties are increasing rapidly.

Artillery was the last hope, however, they were already under an organized offensive: a whole dozen armored vehicles broke into their sight, half stopped, while the other half continued to advance.

Between them and the positions of the artillery, there was no obstacle.

Like the infantry, the artillerymen were distracted for a moment by the monsters and the patterns on their bodies. But they quickly came to their senses and began to redirect the artillery's fire as quickly as possible. It's just that their speed is still not as fast as that of armored vehicles.

"They're going to—" an officer began to shout, but he never had a chance to finish.

The six armoured vehicles that had stayed in place opened fire, and their first shot hit the officer and a group of soldiers who were close to him, and the effect was astonishing: under the horrified gaze of the others, the officer's head exploded like a watermelon, and the group of soldiers did not end much better, either one arm flew out, or their own leg was lost, or two people were pierced by a bullet.

Some soldiers bravely rushed over to try to rescue their wounded comrades, but there was nothing left to save anyone, and their blood was already pouring too much. And soon, those brave soldiers were also hit by bullets, and quickly joined the ranks of the growing number of corpses.

In the process, six more armored vehicles rushed into the artillery position. This led to an even worse panic. Realizing that there was not a single weapon on their side that could immediately fire at the enemy, and that they themselves could not withstand the enemy's fire, the rest of the artillerymen quickly abandoned their posts and duties and fled.

The news was not immediately sent to the command of Kotaro Ita. The army chief was still waiting for the artillery to save the crumbling situation, although in the eyes of his staff officers, there was no room for recovery: one brigade of the wing had been completely routed by ironclad chariots, and the other was locked in a hand-to-hand battle with the rushing Lucia soldiers, and whether the artillery could fire or not, the outcome would not change.

It's over, there's no more hope.

"Dazuo, I think...... You should retreat immediately. An officer boldly suggested. Retreat, while there is still a chance, this is the last option.

What he saw was a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"Retreat? Bastard, are you still a soldier of the Great Japanese Empire? Ita Kotaro's face turned pale, "Our army must hold its position and protect the flanks of the division!" I will never allow anyone to retreat! ”

The officer took two steps back, and his place was immediately filled by another officer.

"At least our army needs some time and space to regroup, Dazuo." He described the previous officer's suggestion in a different way, "Although Hirano's troops have been completely defeated, half of them should still survive, and if they can be reorganized......

"Stupid!" Kotaro Ita called, "Do you think the Lucia people will give us a chance?" ”

There will be no chance. He was absolutely sure of that. As soon as he agreed to retreat, the Lucians followed closely, advancing all the way to the central position of the Twelfth Division.

With ironclad chariots, they can do just that.

Of course, even if he hadn't ordered his troops to withdraw from the battle, the Lucians could have done so, for his wing had broken down and had not been long enough, at least a few days, to be able to regroup—and the morale of the soldiers would never recover.

Kotaro Ita thought of the only thing he could do, fight to the death. For a commander, this would save at least a little honor.

He drew his pistol, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Gentlemen, I have decided to ......"

Outside the headquarters, there was a sudden burst of violent, constant machine-gun fire, and the almost overwhelming sound was mixed with the shouts of soldiers and the gunfire of rifles. Soon, however, they vanished and never reappeared.

His guard may have been wiped out, or he had abandoned his post and fled for his life like everyone else, and Kotaro Itda didn't know the outcome and didn't care about it. He slowly sat down in a chair and said nothing, watching the rest of the command wander around the room meaninglessly while waiting.

Then, bullets that came in through the walls swept through the room like a storm. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )