The hatch of the tank turret was opened with a clang, and a smoky dark face came out, grinning: "Uncle Kun, get in the car!" ”

It was Zhao Ziming, a worker from the Beitai Railway Section, and his co-workers who came.

Chen Zikun turned over and dismounted, threw the big gun to the servants, jumped on the tank, and shouted: "Brothers, follow the tank!" ”

The cavalry retreated behind the tank, and the four machine guns equipped on Christie's fast tank opened fire together, sweeping down the Japanese cavalry and horses that followed.

The Japanese cavalry was caught off guard, suffered heavy losses, turned around and fled, Gai Longquan raised the glaive: "Children, kill!" ”

"Kill" the cavalry raised their sabers, with overwhelming momentum to kill back, although they have fought to exhaustion, but the adrenaline is secreted sharply, everyone still maintains a strong fighting spirit, the war horse that connects human nature also feels the strong killing intent of the master, and the spirit of the hooves is violent, more than 50 cavalry, but the momentum of thousands of troops and horses has erupted.

At the command post of the wing, Osa Takeshita received a report that the enemy had actually dispatched tanks! This news shocked him extremely much, the lack of effective anti-tank weapons in the wing, one tank is enough to cause great losses, where this mysterious tank came from is impossible to explore, the key is how to destroy it.

The only one who took on this important task was the artillery of the brigade, but the artillery was killed by the snipers, so they could only temporarily catch a few guys who had learned to operate artillery to go into battle, and a Type 92 infantry gun was pushed up, and the soldiers hurriedly filled the shells and aimed directly at the tanks in the distance.

Chen Zikun stood behind the turret to command, saw the infantry cannon at a glance, hurriedly patted the turret, indicating the direction of the threat, the turret quickly turned, before the opponent's artillery was ejected, a 37mm tank shell shot out, the infantry gun's shield hit a big hole, the artillery was killed, wounded, lying on the ground, the substitute immediately came up, the crooked brigade gun was lifted up, fortunately, the firing mechanism was not damaged, it can still be used, just about to aim again, the tank has arrived in front of it.

The Kristi fast tank is not Lang's name, the twelve-cylinder water-cooled gasoline engine, the power is up to 250 horsepower, the Japanese Army is equipped with the Type 95 tank, is a six-cylinder air-cooled diesel engine, the power is only 88 kilowatts, it is not the same day at all, the speed is not to say, in a blink of an eye, it is close to the front, even the machine gun is too lazy to use, directly with the tracks to press over, the brigade artillery is crushed to pieces, and the artillery is also crushed into a mess of flesh and blood.

The Japanese heavy machine guns were constantly firing, the machine gun bullets hit the tank armor, the sound was as crisp as raindrops hitting the iron roof, the machine guns of the little Japanese could not even collapse the earthen walls in the rural areas of the Central Plains, and it was even more like tickling to deal with the one-inch thick armor steel plates.

At the same time, Gai Longquan led the cavalry to kill the Japanese infantry everywhere, the cavalry galloped in all directions on the field, coming and going like the wind, the Chashik saber fell, blood splashed, and the body and hand were separated, the cavalry cut very happily, but Takeshita Dasa hated the root of his teeth.

Suddenly, two wounded Japanese soldiers jumped out of the ditch by the ridge, and shouted half a load with grenades all over their bodies, and rushed to the tank without hesitation.

Takeshita Daisa saw this tragic scene through the binoculars with one eye, and couldn't help but feel bloody, his eyes were injured, and what flowed out was not hot tears, but blood mixed with tears.

According to Takeshita's experience, a tank without tracks becomes a tiger without legs, and a fixed battery is not worth worrying about, so he immediately sent a team of men and horses with grenades to blow up the tank completely.

The tank squirmed, then puffed out a puff of black smoke, and continued to run wildly, killing in the fields, and where the machine guns rang out, the heroic Imperial army followed one after another, suffering heavy casualties.

Takeshita Daisa was born in the army non-commissioned officer school and had a deep study of land weapons, but he didn't know that the Christie fast tank could take off the track and drive on load wheels, and it was extremely fast, and it was almost able to catch up with a fast horse.

In fact, a tank cannot turn the tide of the battle, but it instills endless confidence into the fighting soldiers, reinforcements are arriving in waves, and the balance of victory is slowly tilting.

For the Japanese army, this is just the beginning, the greater crisis has not yet come, they surrounded Gongjia Village on all sides, the troops were scattered, all in chaos, half of the squadron of infantry to chase the fleeing people, and Chen Qilin led the soldiers to start a desperate struggle, the bullets ran out, they used bayonets, the bayonet was broken, they hit with fists, bite with teeth, some people pulled grenades and the devil died together, some people still struggled to stab the bayonet into the devil's chest with several knives.

Xia Xiaoqing was covered in blood, the two box cannons had already been emptied, and the flying knives were exhausted, she snatched a Devil Army Cao's Type 95 non-commissioned officer knife, the knife flashed, the devil's head fell to the ground, seeing that she was so fierce, the devil divided eight people to deal with her with bayonets.

The devils surrounded Xia Xiaoqing from all sides, pressing step by step, the encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and suddenly the leading military Cao roared, the devils held their lunges and stabbed the past, they usually used live people to train bayonets, the knife skills were sharp, the pace was steady, and the tacit understanding was coordinated, and the team of eight people could often deal with two squads of the Chinese army in white-knuckle combat.

But Xia Xiaoqing, the descendant of Cangzhou Yanzimen, who they faced, saw that as soon as her body was twisted, she got up with a bayonet and stepped on the bayonet.

The devils were shocked, this woman was so powerful that someone pushed a bullet and shot her.

Xia Xiaoqing's body trembled, and when she looked down, there was a ball of blood on her chest, and she was shot.

I was shot, I was shot, am I going to die, Xia Xiaoqing squatted down slowly holding the wound, blood seeped out from between his fingers, and the wound hurt like a burn, but compared to when he was born Xiaobei, it was quite bearable.

The devils approached cautiously, Xia Xiaoqing raised his pale face, threw the saber aside, and pulled his hair together, with a fearless expression of calmly going to death.

At the same time, Chen Qilin is also fighting, when he was in the Whampoa Military Academy, he won the first place in the school, learning the Soviet-style bayonet, wide open and closed, extremely powerful, one person also dealt with eight Japanese soldiers at the same time, a long time of fierce fighting, people have been tired to prostration, the bayonet was bent by the blood, and the blade is no longer sharp, but he still stands in the middle of the road, covering the retreat of the villagers with flesh and blood.

The devils attacked again, Chen Qilin slammed the bayonet and stabbed a Japanese criminal, and at the same time, a bayonet also stabbed him in the abdomen, and when he pulled it hard, the colorful intestines flowed out.

Chen Qilin stabbed the person who attacked him to death, his abdomen hurt sharply, he supported his body with a gun, looked at the six little Japan in front of him coldly, suddenly roared, took out a piece of intestines from his stomach and smashed it.

The Japanese soldiers were scattered, such a fierce and tenacious general, only the legendary Musashibo Benkei can be compared, I didn't think that I could meet such an opponent in distant China, they unconsciously retreated, suddenly realized something, suddenly raised the bayonet, screamed and rushed forward.

The machine gun went off, the devils shot bloody arrows in their chests, fell to the ground and died, Chen Qilin heard the sound of the charge behind him, and slowly turned his head to look, the mountains were full of people, shouting and rushing, but the shadow became more and more blurred, and his eyes slowly closed.

Xia Xiaoqing, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly raised his hand, more than a dozen flying needles shot out, the devils covered their eyes and screamed, the woman copied the knife and went into battle, slashing hard, and the blood was all over, as if she had crawled out of a sea of blood.

Looking up, there are people in all directions, different costumes, all kinds of weapons, the militia groups, self-defense forces, bandits, and miscellaneous armed forces in the eighteen townships of Nantai, all of them have been dispatched, and there are thousands of people!

……

Several staff officers rushed to Takeshita Dazuo in a hurry, panting: "Your Excellency, it's not good, the ** team of the branch has been killed, and there is enough to have a full wing." ”

Takeshita Daisa sighed: "It's a failure." ”

The Japanese forces shrank and retreated, they were defeated but not defeated, the formation was not chaotic, the rearguard troops fought very calmly, the militia could not help them, and the tank was also lying on its stomach and could not launch a pursuit.

"What's going on with the tank, fix it quickly!" Chen Zikun slammed the hatch impatiently, such an excellent opportunity to beat the water dog, wouldn't it be a pity to let it go.

Zhao Ziming climbed out of the tank, lifted the hood, and gasped so hot that the pot was boiling, and he took a wrench to tinker with it, and said: "Uncle Kun, it's no problem, this tank was put together from the wreckage of three tanks, and it's already very face-saving to be able to go so far." ”

The tanks were unable to go into battle, so Gai Longquan and Xue Bin set off again with their cavalry to harass the retreating Japanese troops and try to inflict greater casualties on them.

The Japanese army was completely defeated, the establishment was in chaos, the losses were innumerable, and they finally got rid of the pursuers after running wildly for a long time, Takeshita Daisa's eye injury recurred, a lot of bleeding, unconscious, the troops were gloomy and bleak, and their steps were faltering, and suddenly a team of men and horses were killed in front, and they cried bitterly, and their hearts said that this time was over.

Fortunately, it was not the anti-Japanese forces who came, but Xia Jingqi's subordinates, who were also very miserable, went to other villages to forcibly requisition food, but were ambushed by the militia group, fortunately, Xia Jingqi was astute, and immediately ran away when he saw that the situation was not good, and the loss of the troops was not large.

"You retreat, I'll cover!" Xia Jingqi patted his chest red, and his sworn face made the imperial soldiers grateful, and one of the acting commanders of the wing patted him on the shoulder, and said with tears: "Xia Sang, please!" ”

"A must!" Xia Jingqi followed his heels, looking like he was in trouble.

……

This battle was not a fiasco for the Takeshita Wing, but it was definitely a crushing victory for the guerrilla army, and the essence of the Jiangbei Army that had accumulated for more than ten years was lost, and even Chen Qilin and Xia Xiaoqing were seriously injured.

Chen Qilin's intestines were stuffed back into his stomach, wrapped in layers of bandages, he didn't hurt important organs, and he couldn't die for the time being, but if he wasn't sent to a big hospital for treatment in time, he would definitely die of infection, Xia Xiaoqing's injuries were much better, six or five caliber bullets were fired at close range, causing a penetrating injury, and he would be fine after a period of recuperation.

The wounded were carried onto the mule cart and transferred to the neighboring village, the remnant sun was like blood, the autumn wind was bleak, the withered green gauze tent, Chen Shou's lonely figure rode on the horse, and the desolate soul cavity sounded: "A horse has left the Xiliang Realm......