No one saw the shells flying through the air, and it was not until the shells were about to fall overhead that several Japanese veterans noticed it, but they found it too late. A series of explosions of "boom", "boom" and "boom" sounded, fireballs and smoke burst out from the impact formation of the Japanese puppet army, and large balls of earth splashed high, and many Japanese puppet soldiers were torn to pieces by shrapnel before they even had time to scream. Those Japanese puppet soldiers who escaped the attack of shrapnel were not having a good time, and the gas and shock waves formed by the continuous explosions had already injured the internal organs of most of them, and even if they could survive, they would not be able to carry guns to fight.

At the moment when the "hidden" explosion sounded, Yamamoto, as an adjutant, pressed Komoto under his body, but he himself was hit in the back by shrapnel, but fortunately it was only scratched and the wound was not very serious. The shells that fell in mid-air seemed to be endless, and one of the artillery corps under Komotoro, Cao, listened to the sound of the shells crossing the air, judging the landing point of the shell and the caliber of the shell, "60 mortars, 50mm grenadiers, hey, isn't this a Type 94 37mm tank gun?" Could it be that the other side has a tank in his hand? ”

"Your Excellency Nakasa, I listened to the other side's shelling, it seems that there is a Type 94 37mm tank gun from our empire, this kind of tank gun is used in tanks, will they have tanks?" They are now in the plains, and if the other party really has a tank in their hands, it will be a catastrophe for them who lack heavy weapons.

"Nani?" Listening to the report of the artillery soldier Cao, Xiao Benlang's eyes widened, he subconsciously felt that the sky was about to fall, if the other party had a tank in his hand, it could only mean one thing, the other party's tank was snatched from the railway station, and the other party had someone who could operate the tank. When the occupation of Madian decided to build a railway here, Komoto Lang led his troops to sweep the surrounding area, there were no anti-Japanese armed forces within a radius of 100 miles, and it was impossible for the national army troops who lacked fuel supplies to drive tanks to Madian to fight with themselves, the only possibility was that they robbed the Japanese tanks that had just arrived here at the railway station.

"Can you be sure it's a tank?" The unrelenting Komoto asked again, and after getting an affirmative answer, Komoto's eyes subconsciously stared at his command knife. Japan itself is a place where resources are scarce, and the raw materials for the manufacture of ironclad vehicles and tanks are all painstakingly obtained from other countries.

It was Yamamoto who knew him best, so he grabbed Komoto's commander, knelt on the ground and begged him bitterly, regardless of the blood on his back, "Your Excellency Nakasa, we haven't reached the point of defeat yet, you can't do this, please cheer up and take us to defeat the other party's Shinaman" Yamamoto's head kept kowtowing to Komoto like garlic, and the same did several other officers. The loss of the tank is a big event, if he commits suicide by disembowelment, the top will not let them go, so it is better to persuade Xiao Benlang to give up the idea of suicide, even if it is the crime of being sin by the superiors, it is still a tall man, at least it will not hurt them these little shrimps.

Komoto Lang was embarrassed, looked left and right at Yamamoto with a gray face, and a few of them, so he had to sigh and hand over the command knife to Yamamoto to hold, and he took out the southern pistol on his waist, "Withdraw, withdraw to the hillside just now to dig a trench and defend it, if the other party doesn't have a tank, we will fight back" Komoto Lang's abacus is good, he wants to distance himself best to get out of the other party's shelling range, and then see if the other party really has a tank, if the other party is just some mortars and grenadiers, then he doesn't have to worry, Just wave your army and storm the train station.

"Boom" "Boom" The shelling of the other side continued, and it did not weaken because Komotoro's side began to retreat, every shell fell, and the Japanese puppet army that retreated in a hurry would always be knocked down by shrapnel a few, and a few gaps gradually appeared in the formation that originally looked quite neat, and there was a tendency to gradually expand. The officers, who were not afraid of death, waved their guns and signaled their soldiers to speed up, and only by closing the distance could they avoid the shelling.

Komoto Lang withdrew with his men, a messy slope covered with blood and stumps and broken arms, and then there were those wounded soldiers who had not died after being injured, Komoto Lang and they withdrew too quickly, and they had no time to take care of these wounded Japanese puppet soldiers, so they had to let them lie in place and fend for themselves. The smoke on the slope gradually dissipated with the wind, and the Japanese puppet soldiers who listened to the command of Xiao Benlang were also running wildly, and the hillside that was ambushed by machine guns was in front of them, as long as they rushed up the hillside, they could rest, looking at the hillside in front of them, the breath held in everyone's body was slightly relieved.

Just as the group of soldiers rushing to the front had just run up the hill, the situation suddenly changed abruptly, and the Japanese ambulances who had been left to take care of the wounded soldiers who had been waving to them disappeared, and what was waiting for them was at least 20 machine guns in a row. The gunfire that burst out of the muzzle of the black hole made the Japanese soldiers fly up in the air, and the whip-like tongue of fire did not let them go because they were in the air, and after the fiery red whip whipped through their bodies, the Japanese soldiers who were hit by bullets in the air were already a pile of minced meat when they landed again.

"Fire, fire" In the order of a voice, the machine gun on the hillside lowered its muzzle and sprayed bullets at the Japanese puppet soldiers who were still stunned in the middle of the hill, and more than 20 tongues of fire pounced down from the hillside, sweeping the Japanese puppet army in the middle of the hill to a large area, the machine guns were only a few dozen meters away from them, this was not an ambush, it was like an unequal massacre. The Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets were the priority of the machine guns, and the tongues of fire composed of metal barrages chased the steel helmets below back and forth, until the steel helmets gathered together were scared, and then moved to other places.

Surrounded by the officers, Komoto Lang was naturally also a key target, and after the first round of raid shooting, the heavy machine guns in Yu Dazhi's hands stuck to Komoto Lang and their officers. The rain of bullets like a scythe swept the ground several times where Komoto and the others were hiding, and by the time the heavy machine guns switched targets, the last place where Komoto and the others had appeared had become a place where only flesh and mud remained.