"Little Japan, I've been waiting for a long time!"

The 12 fighters who did not return with the bombers have been hovering around, and the artillery fire just now came too quickly, and it was not their turn to play!

This time it's finally their turn!

They flew fighter jets, swooped down to the low altitude like eagles hunting for food, operated two aviation machine guns, and strafed the ant-sized enemies below.

Wherever there are many people, they will fight wherever they gather, and will not give the enemy a chance to organize a counterattack.

Kotaro Tanaka was the victim of the low-altitude strike of the aircraft, and he knew that the bombing and shelling were over, and the next step would definitely be the infantry charge.

According to the response mode of the Japanese army, it was necessary to quickly organize troops to build a defensive line, and at the same time arrange artillery positions for counterattack.

It's just that these planes are more annoying than flies, buzzing around above his head, occasionally firing two shuttle bullets and pulling out a line of death.

Under the repeated blows, half of the command headquarters of the wing he was in had been destroyed, and even the command and combat orders had become much more difficult.

The blow is not over, there are already harvesters who have pounced on the corn to harvest.

Zhang Feizhou is a seven-year veteran of the army, and with the expansion of the army and the accumulation of qualifications, he has also become the third platoon commander of the seventh company of the first battalion of the department, and there are more than 30 soldiers under his control.

He fought battles, encircled and suppressed bandits, cleaned up hostile steppe tribes, and even served as a mercenary.

He has fought more than a dozen battles of various sizes, but this kind of big scene is the first time he has encountered it in his life.

However, this did not make him confused, and he followed the armored vehicles to fight together, which was an action that had been rehearsed many times, tested by the exercise, and engraved in his bones.

On the flat road, the armored car traveled very fast, and before you knew it, it had already come to two or three hundred meters from the Japanese camp.

The Eighth Division is a veteran division, and the soldiers have undergone rigorous training, and even under such a round of blows, there is no sign of collapse.

Soldiers who could still get up and fight basically started firing back at them with their heads still buzzing.

However, the effect can only be described as pleasant, and when the bullet hits the armored car, it will only make a tinkling and clinking sound, and there will be no more threat.

There were only 12 37-mm rapid-fire anti-tank guns capable of dealing with tanks in the entire division, and a total of 12 light armored vehicles, all of which followed the division.

There is no sharp weapon against the tank, so you can only play with cluster grenades and fill it with human lives.

However, the tanks are not in a hurry to rush forward!

"Boom!"

After a pause of 200 meters, the tank followed by Zhang Feizhou fired the first shot, which directly blew up one of the enemy's firepower points, and a machine gun team directly reimbursed him.

The vehicle-mounted machine gun on the tank also fired, suppressing the enemy's fire, and the sound of clanging on the tank disappeared at once.

Zhang Feizhou followed behind him and waved his hand, "Build a light machine gun position, fire three grenadiers in a row, and blow up the ground rats for me!" ”

The machine-gun team of two found a bunker and lay down, providing constant firepower. The same was true of the grenadier group, except that three grenades were fired, and several more Japanese soldiers hiding behind bunkers lay down.

Leaving a small part of the men to cover, the tank continued to move forward, threatening to crush the enemy's defensive line.

And Kazuya Tamura, the captain of the Japanese squad on this section of the defensive line, looked at the enemy tanks approaching step by step, and a sad mood arose.

His squad did not encounter an air attack, but it was destroyed by carpet shelling.

The lineup of tanks and infantry on the opposite side, just tnd is a hedgehog, and it has been fighting for a long time, and it has no effect at all.

Taisho ten-year grenadier with high hopes didn't even have a chance to play, and the last group was reimbursed just now.

The enemy seemed to know them very well, so they stopped at a distance of 200 meters from them, and the range of 170 meters was 30 meters away, and the grenadiers of Taisho had nowhere to play.

And why the enemy's grenadiers can still hit them is a mystery.

This kind of fighting, which is at an absolute disadvantage, has not been experienced since he joined the army.

However, the battlefield is not a place to sigh, he quickly gathered his subordinates to form a death squad, and the cluster grenades were also prepared, and killing this hateful tank was his biggest thought at this time.

Closer, closer, several Japanese soldiers prostrate on the ground, holding a large bundle of cluster grenades in their arms, their eyes fixed on the direction the tank was coming from.

Dedication to His Majesty the Emperor is the most common phrase used in the brainwashing of the military. At this moment, eighty percent of them still have this sentence in their minds.

As for anything else, I don't have time to think about it so much. The machine-gun bullets splashed up puffs of smoke and dust, and the light machine guns were already watching them, and the bullets weighed them so hard that they couldn't even raise their heads.

Just as they watched the tank reach more than 20 meters in front of them, two grenades from grenadiers exploded around them, killing the two death squad substitutes on the spot, and blood splattered on the others, staining them red.

The remaining three people glanced at the stump in the distance, and knew that they would definitely be bombed if they stayed any longer, gritting their teeth and braving the rain of bullets, and crawling forward with their hands and feet.

20 meters, 15 meters, and you can immediately finish off these two hateful tanks with cluster grenades.

But at this moment, two black holes came out from behind the tank, and "da-da......" bullets rained down, and the three of them were beaten into a sieve without even having a chance to pull the strings.

Bergman submachine guns, bullet ejectors, you deserve it!

Zhang Feizhou put away the muzzle of the gun, replaced it with a new magazine, and followed the tank forward, as if he had done a trivial thing.

The MP18 submachine gun, invented in World War I, was the first practical submachine gun.

During the Second Zhifeng War, the Feng army organized a death squad with an MP18 to strafe while charging, and pounced on the position of the Zhifeng army. The raindrops of bullets caused extreme fear in the direct army, thinking that this thing should only be in the sky.

How could Yuan Pengfei not equip his men. Unlike the Japanese army, who liked to play accurate shooting when he was poor, he preferred the style of the American army.

Lao Li once said: If he is a rich man, he will definitely equip his subordinates with a machine gun, and hold the machine gun to burst out, how happy it is!

Yuan Pengfei's command basically implemented this concept, anyway, he was established as a defensive force, the army is not too far from the base, and it is relatively easy to replenish ammunition consumption.

Then cover the enemy with firepower!

Eliminated the second death squad of the Japanese army, Zhang Feizhou took the remaining five people and directly began to harvest corn.

Those with submachine guns use submachine guns, and those without submachine guns have Mauser pistols, and the bullets shoot out with a clatter, and after a while, the bullet casings fall to the ground, reflecting the golden light in the sunlight.

The effect of automatic firearms was first-class, and many Japanese soldiers did not react, and some reacted by firing a shot through the eye, and then being swept into a sieve.

The entire line of defense was broken, and it didn't take long, as for the white-knuckle battle admired by the Japanese army, who played this with him?

The bullet swept over, no matter how powerful the samurai was, he was also flesh and blood, and his body was bleeding out, and he would be killed if he hit the vital point.

When the battlefield is finally cleaned up, they will find that eighty percent of the Japanese troops who have been wiped out have been beaten into a sieve, and all of them are dead.

This is the legendary inflow troops?

So what are they, not into the stream, not into the stream?