Asahi frowned: "The action is really fast...... Qin Chuan, what about your 5? ”

"Clean up the battlefield in the back."

"Assemble and we're going to reinforce 102."

"Yes—"

A quarter of an hour later, Fu Liang's 1st Company and 2nd Battalion Commander Qin Chuan commanded 4 and 5 to merge into a unit, and more than 20 chariots spread out into several wedge-shaped squads on the front of about one kilometer, 4 on the right, in the center, and 5 on the left flank, like a leather whip full of steel nails, rumbling towards the 102 places east of the village.

Turning around the east entrance of the village, I soon found the enemy tanks attacking 102, and unlike the monsters encountered before, this batch of tanks was much more "normal": the larger 3 vehicles were slender and long, with a cannon-profile machine gun emplacement protruding from each side, and a flattened round turret on top; The smaller 5 vehicle has a short flat body, the upper track is inclined back, and a smoke-cap-like conning tower protrudes from the top of the turret, very similar to the Flying Light Chariot of our army.

The ant-like dense Russian infantry is heading towards the top of the hill with the support of chariot fire, and the defenders are in danger!

Without Yuan Xu's order, each car still strictly maintained the formation and pressed towards the enemy formation with the momentum of Xu Rulin.

The Russian tanks were probably too focused on supporting the infantry, and it was not until the Chinese tanks rushed to a distance of 500 meters that they reacted, and they hurriedly turned their turrets to meet the battle.

The Chinese charioteers did not seem to have recovered from the excitement of killing the giant chariot and Mendeleev, only a few chariots stopped firing five hundred meters away, and most of the chariots were still at full speed, rushing into the enemy position in the face of artillery fire, until they saw the two leading chariots being hit by enemy artillery, and they all woke up to the fact that this chariot was not a monster, and the tactics of approaching at high speed and fighting bayonets did not work here. Only then did they brake the chariot at two or three hundred meters, and the platoon guns fired back.

The elite chariots of the Chinese army, who had been trained for an average of more than a year and a half, did not give the opponent any chance, and fired with a threefold numerical advantage, paralyzing all 8 enemy chariots in just two or three minutes: half of them were on fire, and the turrets of the rest were torn off-

There was no time to check the losses, and the chariot group took advantage of the situation to rush directly at the enemy infantry, guns and cannons were fired, and the tracks were crushed wildly, like a wolf into a chicken coop and a tiger into a rabbit circle. The killing was flesh and blood, and the liver and brain were smeared to the ground.

The defenders on the hill took advantage of the situation to counterattack, the horn whistle sounded, and the Russian army, which was still full of screams on the hillside just now, saw the tragic situation in the rear, and had no will to fight, and the whole company abandoned their guns and raised their hands, and obediently surrendered to the "yellow monkeys" who had beaten their predecessors to a mess 10 years ago.

In comparison, the Russian army under the mountain was not so lucky.

On the one hand, it is the rise of killing, and on the other hand, because of the poor vision of the chariot itself, the Chinese charioteers shoot when they see people. If you meet someone, you will run it, regardless of whether you raise your hands and do not move or run around with your butt upside down. All of them will be chased and annihilated, either the machine gun is swept into a sieve, or the track is pressed into a meat pie, and from time to time the cannon roars, blooming a flesh and blood wonder - the real Shura killing field, hell on earth!

According to the information of the Russian side after the war, around noon that day, the 3rd Infantry Battalion and the 2nd Cavalry Company of the Russian Army counterattacked and shattered with the support of 3 "King" medium tanks and 5 "Renault FT14" with 37 guns and 3 8mm machine guns from the 2nd Tank Company, and less than 50 people returned.

……

Kim Jong-won cautiously poked half of his head out of the turret. Except for the Russian ** officer who was shot off his horse by a machine gun dozens of meters ahead, there was not a single car or person as far as his eyes could see.

"Asuke, what's going on. Rushed over—"

The driver, Ishidasuke, lifted the cab canopy on both sides, wiped his goggles and responded: "How do I know Lu Dao, you patted me and asked me to rush here." ”

"I'm asking you to rush to the other side of the road. Where is the main road now? ”

"How can I see where the main road is, your position is higher than mine, and you say?"

“…… Forget it, I won't quarrel with you, just drive over and take a look, maybe I can get something. ”

The chariot slowly drove closer to the officer, and Kim Jong-won suddenly shouted in excitement to stop.

"Good fellow, it's a colonel, and a saber!"

"Oh, really, go down and have a look! Touch for souvenirs. ”

The two were about to get out of the car, when suddenly, there was a sound of engines in the forest to the west, which startled the two to hurriedly get back into the car and close the hatch.

"It looks like there are a lot of chariots." Kim Jong-won leaned down in front of the gun scope to take a closer look.

"Is it our land?"

"I don't know what to do...... Didn't that small group of Russian cavalry just now go into the woods? I guess it's the enemy's front. ”

Ishidasuke became nervous: "Then- do you want to retreat?" ”

"Wait, let's see it clearly, how should I report it when I go back?"

"Yes...... Then I'll turn to ...... first."

"Don't turn around, stinky boy, that's our chariot! It's 2, waving the flag at us! Kim Jong-won breathed a sigh of relief and jumped onto the turret with a signal flag.

A few minutes later, 3 surface bullet-riddled thunderbolts rolled up with snow foam.

"21 platoon commander Wang Buwu." The mustachioed ensign in the lead didn't wait for the car to stop, and then he raised his voice and reported himself.

"52 Platoon Commander Kim Jong-won - why are you here?"

"I don't have time to explain, where is the Zhilu Dao army?" Wang Buwu looked anxious.

"It's probably still over there—" Kim Jong-won pointed back, "the brigade troops, the 2nd, 4th, and 5th companies are all there, and just now a wave of enemies counterattacked and we were all dried up in one go." ”

"Do you still have ammo for your car?"

"Yes, a lot...... How? ”

"I'll go find the big army, and ask you to go to the forest with my men."

Kim Jong-won was still wondering that Wang Buwu's car had already driven away.

"What the hell is going on?"

Kim Jong-won turned to the other two commanders.

One of the younger ones, with a red face, exhaled and exclaimed, "It's artillery, our company rushed all the way into the enemy's artillery position, and there are so many cannons, and so many infantry, and the shells are almost broken until the arms are loaded - sir, let's even a few shells anyway." ”

"How many cannons did you kill?" Kim Jong-won casually pulled out a shell.

"Two positions, thirty or forty guns, there are still heavy howitzers of one hundred and fifty-two calibers, grandma - forget it, let's go back with us first, we have two cars hanging in the company, and now there are only four cars and eight people watching over there, and there is not much ammunition left, and the enemy will be in trouble when he rushes back to grab the artillery."

"Okay, let's go!" Kim Jong-won leaned over and patted Ishidasuke.

"Sir, don't want the saber?"

"You want to be rare, turn around and walk to get it, go, go and see Maozi's cannon—"

……

Before sunset, the Luton battle group, consisting of the 2nd Panzer Regiment, the 3rd Janissaries Infantry Regiment, and the 5th Janissaries Brigade (owed to the 3rd Battalion), marched through the razed village of Aktobe, and soon left behind the strangely shaped iron bumps and corpses of men and horses everywhere on the snowy fields, and slowly marched towards the heart of the Russian army, the city of Selenginsk......