On Baoshan's outer defense line, Fujita was greatly surprised after receiving the news of the rapid rout of the Sixth Wing, he never thought that the powerful Sixth Wing would be defeated so quickly, and this rout also broke his plan to quickly capture Baoshan.

"Order the troops, quickly move to the defensive." Fujita Jin understands that he can't go now, and in the face of the speed advantage of the armored group, if he retreats now, he will definitely be caught up by others. When the time comes, it will not be a retreat, but a massacre.

The regimental headquarters of the 3rd Division is worthy of being a well-trained unit, and the speed of the transition between attack and defense is still very fast. With Fujita's order, the remaining 18th, 34th, and 68th wings of the Japanese army immediately moved to the defense on the spot. The field artillery wing was also deployed on the spot.

As soon as the troops were ready to take precautions, they saw that the Sixth Wing in front was rapidly routing, and the Sixth Wing Commander Shimada Ichiro Osa was leading a group of men and horses to bypass the hastily laid defense line of the Third Division and retreat.

Shimada Ichiro came to the front of Lieutenant General Fujita Shin, the commander of the division, and said ashamedly: "Your Excellency, the division commander, you are incompetent and have been beaten back by the Shina people, please allow the whole team to attack again." ”

"Shimada-kun, you hurry up and take the troops down to rest, and your wing doesn't have to participate in the battle here." Fujita was surprisingly not angry, because he knew that the main reason for this rout was that he, the commander of the division, was looking at the opposite side of the Chinese army. He also didn't think that the Shina army on the opposite side was Chahar's team, and there were also chariot troops, and the rout of Shimada Ichiro was inevitable when he was caught off guard.

"Hey!" Shimada Ichiro bowed to the division commander and then retreated with the 6th Wing.

"Brothers, work harder and strive to drive the third division into the sea!"

Zhou Zhen poked his head out of the turret of the tank, looked back at the infantry brothers who followed behind and shouted.

"Hahaha"

The infantrymen who followed behind the tank all laughed, and they shouted loudly: "The third division is the devil's jīng sharp division, Commander Zhou, are you really sure?" ”

"That's it, we're fighting jīng rui!" Zhou Zhen patted his chest and said.

"Whoosh"

As soon as Zhou Zhen's words fell, a shell landed near the tank and exploded, and the two soldiers who had just laughed with him were immediately blown up into a bloody blur.

"The artillery of the devil, everyone xiǎo heart"

Seeing his comrades-in-arms sacrifice in front, Zhou Zhen didn't have time to grieve, so he immediately covered the lid of the command tower and commanded the whole regiment to rush forward.

"The grasshopper calls the eagle, the grasshopper calls the eagle, there is enemy artillery fire in front of me, ask for clearance, request for clearance!" Since the artillery range of the 4th Artillery Division was already beyond here, the artillery could not support it, so they had to turn to the Air Force for help.

"Quick, speed up the hair."

"Boom"

The field artillery wing of the 3rd Division was desperately firing shells at the front, and the Type 90 75mm field guns they were equipped with also had a certain anti-tank capability, which was also put in use at this time.

At this time, the shells flew forward like raindrops, and the shells continued to explode in front of them.

Dense smoke shrouded the place more than 400 meters ahead, and the visibility was so low that it was estimated that it would not be visible from 10 meters away.

At this moment, there was a terrible rattle and thump in the smoke. Several tanks of the Chinese army had already rushed towards the Japanese, and the tank tracks splashed yellow mud as they crushed the muddy hillside.

Behind the tanks were the cat-waisted infantrymen who began to charge as they fired forward. The Japanese troops, who were under various covers, immediately stood up and aimed their guns at the battlefield filled with gunsmoke.

I don't know if it's because of the weather or because the wind is too strong, Lieutenant General Fujita's body always trembles slightly involuntarily, a feeling he hasn't felt for many years.

"Is something bad going to happen today? Or are we going to lose the battle today? No, the combat power of the 3rd Division is unmatched, it will never fail! Fujita thought secretly.

"Boom"

A tank shell hit a Japanese heavy machine-gun position in front, a 100-millimeter high-explosive shell, and the violent explosion blew the entire machine-gun group in all directions.

Zheng Xiǎo You led a battalion to follow closely behind the tanks and looked around vigilantly, the only thing that could protect them in this open field was the tanks in front, so protecting the tanks was their primary goal.

'Lips are dead and teeth are cold', an ancient Chinese idiom that is very appropriate to describe the relationship between infantry and tanks at this time. In the face of the Japanese army's crazy bombs, machine guns, and artillery attacks and numerical superiority, the Panzer Regiment and the 6th Infantry Regiment could only survive by relying on each other.

"Da Da Da"

Aiming fifty meters away, a figure in front of the right was a shuttle, and with a loud bang and a ball of fire rising, the Japanese soldiers who rushed in turned into a cloud of red blood.

"Click!"

"Refill the magazine!" Zheng Xiǎoyou shouted and took a few steps back, and immediately a soldier behind him took his original position.

Zheng Xiǎoyou took out a drum from the multi-functional backpack on his body and skillfully changed it to Suomi in his hand. Unlike some non-commissioned officers who were transferred later, the non-commissioned officers who came down from the Siberian battlefield preferred to use 70-round drums.

The brutal Siberian battlefield taught them that in a battlefield where life and death are only a moment, the less times you change magazines, the better your chances of survival, because you don't know when you will be killed by an enemy who never knows where to pounce because of changing magazines.

At this time, the vitality of the Japanese army gradually intensified, and the bullets of the Type 92 heavy machine gun and the 11-year light machine gun clanked on the armor of the tank in front of it.

"Suppress enemy fire! Increase your firepower! ”

With Zheng Xiǎoyou's order, the firepower output in the team increased significantly, and countless metal bullets rained down towards the Japanese position. There was not a crisp "ding" sound in the team, it was the sound of the Carland rifle automatically ejecting after the bullet had been fired.

"Day"

A cannonball landed not far from Lieutenant General Fujita Shin, and the splashed dirt flew to Fujita's side, and the guards next to him quickly threw him to the ground and pressed him down with their bodies.

Fujita pushed the guard away, got up, shook the dirt on his body, and scolded loudly: "What are you panicking about, the cannonballs of the people of China can't kill me." ”

"Hey! Your Excellency, I'm sorry! ”

The young guard bowed his head.

Looking at the guards beside him who still had a faint hint of velvet on their lips and that somewhat immature faces, Fujita Jin slowed down his tone, "You have to remember that if we want to conquer China, we must show the bravery of the emperor. To teach them a profound lesson with our bayonets and bullets, cowards cannot be conquerors! ”

"Hey! I'm going to be brave. ”

"Well, work hard!"

After speaking, Lieutenant General Fujita raised his binoculars again to observe the situation on the battlefield. Judging from the situation on both sides of the Jiāo war, the empire's forces were clearly superior, but the firepower was always suppressed by the Chinese army. Whether it's the opponent's semi-automatic rifles or hand-held machine guns, their firepower is far denser than that of Imperial soldiers.

Coupled with the firepower on the chariots, the empire is now in a state of suppression. This fact made Fujita Jin feel a little painful, when did the Empire's proud jīng really shè attack not have much use under the opponent's firepower?

Thinking of this, Lieutenant General Fujita had to bitterly admit the fact that the resources of the empire were so poor, so poor that most soldiers could only use rifles that could only be fired with a bolt.

In the face of the opponent's unsparing bullet attack, all the soldiers could do was hide in the ditch like rats and shoot secretly. Although the military department declared to the soldiers that it was enough for the emperor to kill the enemy with one bullet, it was enough to shoot more bullets. But isn't this a kind of helplessness and sorrow for the barren resources of the empire?

Previously, the empire was able to maintain its superiority in firepower against the troops of the Nanjing government, which lacked guns and ammunition, but when the pair was paired with a well-equipped and well-trained Chahar army, this shortcoming was clearly exposed.

"Woohoo"

A sharp whistling sound came from the air, and when the Japanese soldiers on the position raised their heads in horror, they found six huge black shadows passing through the air and rushing straight to the rear of the Japanese army.

"Not good, they went to the artillery positions!"

Fujita Susu, who had just woken up, hurriedly looked behind him and saw several huge clouds of black smoke rising into the sky, and after a few seconds, the deafening loud sound reached Fujita Susu's ears.

Fujita Jin closed his eyes in pain, he knew that the field artillery wing behind him was probably more than lucky.

Ground forces, lacking the protection of aviation, can only be a bunch of lambs to be slaughtered in the face of the ferocious air power of the opposing side.

A Stuka made a beautiful arc in mid-air, and then a horse pistol, and seeing that the triangular icon in the sight matched the cannon on the ground, which was constantly spewing flames, the pilot gently pressed the button, and a black bomb fell from the belly of the plane.

"Boom"

Another mén field gun was blown to a state of parts.

When Zhou Zhen led the armored regiment to fight four xiǎo, he was annoyed by the madness shown by the Japanese troops on the opposite side and the human bombs that popped up from time to time, and by now six tanks in his armored regiment had been damaged by the tracks and had to be dragged back by the repair armored vehicles for repair. If it weren't for the fact that six regiments of infantry followed, he could not have imagined how great the losses of the armored regiment would have been today.

"Head Zhou, I'm Hu Lian, please answer when you hear it!" A familiar voice reached Zhou Zhen's ears.

"I'm Zhou Zhen, please speak!"

"According to aerial reconnaissance, a large force of Japanese troops is rushing towards you on your right flank, and I order your troops to immediately retreat to the Baoshan position, to the protection of our artillery. Do you understand? Repeat, retreat to the area of protection of our artillery! ”

"Yes, the armored regiment understands!"

Zhou Zhen grabbed the microphone a little helplessly and tuned to the public channel.

"Attention all units, attention to all units, retreat immediately, retreat immediately