Since the walls of the anti-tank trenches were vertical, the walls of the ditches were reinforced with logs.

Even if the Iron King Eight is planted from a distance of three meters and planted headlong, the engine is fine, and the track can move.

But in front of it was a ditch wall reinforced with logs, and against the front of the tank, it was impossible to move forward at all, and the situation of the vehicle was that the whole thing was tilted on the side of the anti-tank trench, and the rear part was suspended in the air, and it was impossible to retreat.

The more than 20 Iron King Eight that the little devil rushed up planted the anti-tank trench and immediately became a living King Ba!

"Up!" The fat man snorted coldly and rushed out with mortar shells.

The daredevils, who had already been prepared, held mortar shells one after another, bent their waists, lowered their bodies, and charged in the anti-tank trench behind the fat man.

The infantry of the little devil rushed forward and found the corpse behind the anti-tank trench, thinking that it was the enemy who was counterattacking, just now shooting all the way, cautiously, and the covering Iron King Eight opened a distance, no one observed and reminded, causing the Iron King Eight to open down the anti-tank trench.

At this moment, seeing the heads of people in front of them, the little devil infantry shot with their guns, but unfortunately there were mounds of fortifications behind the anti-tank trenches, and the sight could only vaguely see the heads, and it was really impossible to hit if it wasn't a sharpshooter.

The only thing that could be hit was the curved firearm, and the grenadier of the little devil immediately set up the grenadier and prepared for shelling.

The eight mortars of the 308th Division have already received orders, once the little devil Tiewang Ba falls into the anti-tank trench, he will immediately shell the little devil infantry to kill and wound, and there is no need to change places with a single shot.

"Bang bang bang-"

The grenadiers of the little devils, the mortars of the 308 division threw shells at the same time.

"Boom, boom" explosions exploded in the crowd on both sides.

It's a pity that the little devil's infantry is fixed, and the fat man and the death squad charge forward quickly, and the grenadier relies on manual aiming, and the mortar comes with its own sight, so the little devil's grenadier is very inaccurate to hit the moving target.

And these more than a hundred daredevils charged in positions along the entire flank. The number of people is relatively scattered, and the grenade explosion of the little devil grenadier can only deal with one person at most.

But the infantry of the little devils, all crowded in front of the anti-tank trenches, were densely numbered, although the mortars of the 308th Division were few. But every shell that falls will leave several little devils either dead or injured.

In addition, the front of the anti-tank trenches in the flank positions is all flat, there are no obstacles, and the little devils can only be shelled with flesh and blood, and there is no more at all.

Unless these little devils jump into the anti-tank trenches, sooner or later they will be exhausted by these eight mortars.

After a while, the little devil infantry really jumped down to the anti-tank trench one by one, firstly to dodge the artillery, and secondly, to rush through the anti-tank trench. As long as it wins, or breaks through the positions of the 308th Division, and holds on, then the Iron King Ba, who is stuck in the anti-tank trench, will be saved.

Although the idea is good, in fact it is another matter, the little devils who take the initiative to jump off the anti-tank trench, what awaits them is only nightmares.

The fat man led the death squad to the cat. Leaned over, huddled behind the mound of dirt. He took off his helmet, put it on the ground, then picked up the mortar shell in his hand, struck the trigger fuse on the helmet and threw it into the air.

The soldiers behind the bunkers did the same, striking the mortar shells in their hands and throwing them into the air.

These mortar shells drew a parabola in the air. Then drop directly into the anti-tank trenches.

"Boom ......" anti-tank trenches exploded one after another.

Not to mention that the Iron King Eight who fell into the anti-tank trench was not blown up, and the little devil who hid in the anti-tank trench was unlucky, with heavy casualties.

Some of the little devils even wanted to climb the anti-tank trench and get past the mound bunker, and only then did they climb halfway. was blown to the ground by the explosion.

The Type 94 cavalry armored vehicles and the Type 95 light tanks were unlucky, and these Iron Kings had thin iron sheets, and if a mortar shell hit the target, they would stop eating directly.

The Type 97 medium tank was fine, but it was stuck in the anti-tank trench, unable to move, and completely unable to exert its combat effectiveness.

The whole regiment of soldiers hidden in the distance, seeing that the death squad had succeeded, immediately approached the bunker quickly, and when the death squad finished throwing two mortar shells, they would use grenades to greet the little devil just outside the anti-tank trench.

The view of the hesitant mound of fortifications was blocked, and the little devils who did not get under the anti-tank trenches were crawling on the shells of the ground defense mortars, and they did not notice that a regiment of men and horses had quietly approached them.

With a "bang", the fat man's second mortar shell smashed on the steel helmet, triggered the lead, and was thrown towards the anti-tank trench.

The fighters of the death squad also fired the remaining shells one after another, and then threw them into the anti-tank trenches.

Then there was a loud "boom, boom", and after the explosion, the anti-tank trenches were full of wails and corpses.

The little devil who wanted to go down to the ditch to defend the artillery never dreamed that there was no way to defend the artillery here, and he was blown up by two mortar shells and was either killed or injured and lost the ability to resist.

The little devils who didn't go down the ditch came to their senses, knowing that there were people behind the mound of dirt next to the anti-tank trench, and the guns couldn't hit people, so they could only use grenades.

It's a pity that they were all lying on their stomachs, and before they could take the grenade and put the safety pin, they saw countless grenades flying from behind the mound.

The grenades swirled in the air, emitted green smoke, and then fell one after another.

This was originally part of the fat man's plan, no matter where the little devil was, it was like throwing a grenade, using the smoke from the explosion to immediately let the soldiers fight back against the little devil infantry.

"Boom, boom—"

The continuous grenade explosions made the little devil hold the grenade and dare not move even more while lying on his stomach.

At this moment, the entire group of soldiers hidden behind the bunker of mounds, with the smoke of gunpowder from the explosion, appeared from behind the bunker with guns.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

There are more than 1,000 people in the whole group of Maxin, Czech, Buren, Zhongzheng, Hanyang, Twenty Rings, and Browning, and the table tennis is very lively.

There is no need to aim at all, the distance between the two sides is only seven or eight meters, and the farthest is only about ten meters, even if the marksmanship is bad, it is impossible to be so bad that the marksmanship of the whole regiment is so "shocking", right?

What's more, there are not many little devils lying on the ground, there are only about 300 people, and there are about 200 little devils lying in the anti-tank trench!

The little devils have fallen into blood mold, if they have a gun in their hands at the moment, it is okay, the gun is loaded, and it can be changed immediately.

It's a pity that most of these unlucky little devils are holding grenades that pull out the safety pin, and before they have time to knock on the steel helmet and throw it out, they were picked up by these national soldiers!

In this battle, more than 20 Iron King Baquan were trapped in the anti-tank trench, and more than 500 little devils from the two squadrons died extremely aggrieved, and many of them didn't even fire their guns, so they went to Anews to report to the gods...... (To be continued.) )