"I'll go, this executioner, and he actually killed another one!" Niu Ziqi, the commander of another tank who was slightly closer to Tang Yong, couldn't help but curse in a low voice, although it was only not long after the fight, he also disabled a Japanese tank, and before he could replenish the gun, he was killed by another tank, and now he has no record on hand, and he can't help but be shocked and envious.

"I said boss, don't patronize and envy others, let's try to kill a few Japanese tanks is forbidden. The record of others is about to break ten, and we are still the poor two. The other members of the crew couldn't help but complain.

I have to say that even the same tank is different in the hands of different people. It's like the same supercar, falling into the hands of a person who has just learned a driver's license, maybe not much better than a van of tens of thousands of yuan, but falling into the hands of a professional driver, it can drive fast and throw out the wind * coquettish drift.

The same tank, which fell into the hands of Tang Yong's crew, also made the Japanese army grit their teeth and hate it to the bone.

"Bastard!" What exactly are the tanks of these Chinese armies made of? If it was said that when Kazumitsu Heno and the dozen or so tanks pursued the deserters of the Northeast Army before, they were extremely panicked, but after all, they have not completely dispersed. People are always like this, facing opponents who have always been much weaker than themselves before, the first time they fight, when they suffer losses in the hands of the other party, they will always find some various reasons, although they are vigilant, but how much attention is not enough, and the Japanese opponents who directly fought with Tang Yong's several tanks before have all been killed. For those infantrymen with some incendiary words, these armored soldiers, who usually have their eyes above the top, do not believe it.

But at this time, the steel torrents on both sides had collided together without any scruples. Originally, there were still more than 100 tanks and armored vehicles, and the Japanese tank army saw that the enemy army was only half as strong as itself, and suddenly made up its mind, even if the opponent's tank was a little more powerful, although the Japanese army did not want to believe it, but since the previous tank battles, this point has been fully illustrated, even in the battle in Langfang, the Japanese army has suffered several losses, after all, with the performance of the Avenger, the defense capability is slightly better.

But at this time, the more than ten tanks led by the enemy army have completely subverted their perception of tanks, and there are a lot of tanks on both sides, scattered around the original dilapidated camp of the Japanese army. The roar of the tank's engine silenced everything around it.

The rumbling cannons came one after another, but what frightened the Japanese army was that each of the dozen or so big guys at the head of the other side had at least one shot, after all, their gunners were not vegetarians, and a few people who were accurate had even hit the enemy's tanks eight hundred meters away, but the opponent's tanks only shook a few times, and there was no explosion as they expected. In front of the enemy's burly figures, even the slightly larger Eight and Nine Styles inside them still looked like a dwarf. Advancing all the way to five or six hundred meters, many tanks on both sides have already opened fire, after all, this distance, in the previous cognition, is enough to penetrate the opponent's armor. But the reality has taught them a vivid lesson, that is, past experience, in the ever-changing battlefield, there are often times when it is unreliable. This is the case at the moment, on a very threatening battlefield of five or six hundred meters, they have not been able to destroy one of the opponent's huge tanks.

And the opponent slowed down slowly, and when the muzzle of the gun was turned, almost every time the opponent released a shot, as long as it did not miss, whether it was a Type 95 light tank or a Type 89 medium tank, almost all of them were directly destroyed. The few two that failed to hit the vital point were smashed to the side by the torn tracks, and the wheels of the tanks were blown away.

Although the Japanese army also destroyed two Avengers, this was not the result they wanted, because the burly steel bodies of the dozen or so tomahawks were still like mountains, weighing heavily on their hearts, and it was not terrible to face the superior enemy forces on the battlefield, and those with a slightly stronger will to fight could always grit their teeth and persevere, but the situation in front of them made them feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts, because the sharp-eyed crew members had already seen that the tanks on the opposite side had been hit by their two guns one after another, More of them can still continue to fight, and this ability to resist strikes has completely exceeded their expectations. It seems that the opponent's tanks cannot be destroyed. This is not just a matter of defense, but a huge psychological pressure and panic for the Japanese tank drivers!

Once the psychology is panicked, then the level of performance can be even worse than usual.

"It's so hot and exciting, kill!" On the other hand, the Tomahawk is still superior to the main battle tanks in Europe, and its heroic performance on the battlefield directly makes all the tank crew members of the Northwest Army feel like they have been beaten with blood, although they have to face nearly twice the enemy army, but the casualty ratio shown by both sides has been rapidly stretched.

"God's mercy, if I were a daughter, I would marry the guys in the chariot factory." A mustachioed tank gunner roared loudly and excitedly.

"I'll go!" Hearing the bearded man's words, and thinking of the virtue of getting along with this guy in his usual life, the tank driver almost drove the tank into the gutter.

The tanks on both sides are like two hideous steel beasts, fighting hard in the flat and open area, and in a tank melee of this scale, even the grenadiers of the Northwest Army are useless. As for the infantry of the Japanese army, they were no longer able to help. However, the accompanying infantry on both sides did not sit idle, and began a war that was not so fierce, but not a little less bloody.

"Kill all these infantry, and then go deal with their tanks!" At this time, the Japanese infantry was crazy, following the infantry of the Northwest Army desperately, but the opposing infantry was like their tanks. With excellent training, the Japanese army did not want to fight forward, but found that they could only fight on a par, and they could not help the other party at all.

However, when the commander of the Japanese army, who was in charge of commanding the infantry operation, looked at the tank battlefield, his heart suddenly cooled. At this time, the wilderness was littered with burning tank wreckage, emitting thick black smoke, and the wreckage of tanks on both sides, at this time the Japanese still had the advantage in numbers, but he was horrified to find that their tanks were mixed up on the battlefield, fighting separately. It's like a plate of loose sand. And the enemy's tanks, at this time, broke through their understanding to form two arrows, like two huge and powerful fists swinging towards a strong man who only knows recklessness, it may not be appropriate to say that it is a strong man, because their tanks, in front of the burly big guys, like a weak woman facing a big man. (To be continued.) )