The Type 97 medium tank in which Maeda rode was right in the middle of the two hoists.

The road here is only more than three meters wide, and the second battalion commander is afraid that the ambush will be discovered by the devils too close, and there are no ambush soldiers here.

Although the machine guns on the flanks killed the devil driver and the heavy machine gunner on the left, Takao Maeda and Yoshiyu Minamoto in the turret were fine.

A nearby Bazooka squad fired two shots in a row and failed to hit the tank.

The unbelieving warrior directly carried the bazooka directly above the devil tank and aimed it at it as a shot.

The rockets hit the devil tank almost as soon as they flew out.

Takao Maeda was cleaning up the minced flesh, when he heard a loud explosion in his ears, and he felt a flame enveloping him, and the great pain filled him in an instant, and his body seemed to be torn into countless pieces, and then he fell into boundless darkness and loneliness.

With a bang, the devil tank burst into fireballs, and finally turned into a puff of smoke and swept up, and the fuel tank was also detonated, enveloping the entire tank in a raging fire.

Li Yunlong only killed one tank, and saw that the rest of the tanks were almost dumb.

The Bazooka teams are using bazookas to name the dumb devil tanks one by one.

Seeing that there were still a lot of shells in the drums, Li Yunlong immediately turned the muzzle of the cannon and opened fire on the devil infantry who were crawling on the ground.

The tongue of fire stretched over in an instant, and in an instant, two half-meter-high bullet marks of earth, sand and gravel were set off on the ground, and these two bullet marks quickly ran over the devil's body.

Whether it was a dead devil or a non-dead devil, he was beaten into pieces of minced meat at once.

"Haha... This machine gun is stronger than Political Commissar Zhao's broken gun! ”

Li Yunlong was laughing when he suddenly found that the machine gun was no longer shaking when he pressed the pressed iron, and he immediately understood that the cannonball had been shot out by him.

"Reload, reload labor!"

The soldiers of the machine gun company in the rear quickly removed the drum and placed the machine gun shell filled with the new drum on the machine gun.

"Regiment commander, if you play another drum, you will have to change the barrel again." A soldier of the machine gun company reminded.

The soldiers generally shoot long bursts, and the extravagant style of playing like Li Yunlong, who holds down the iron and does not let go, will soon get hot with the barrel of the machine gun.

But fortunately, Chen Feng gave each machine gun enough barrels and other parts, and it only took more than two minutes to change the barrel of this machine gun.

"Got it." Li Yunlong responded, and then pressed down the iron at the devil infantry.

Compared with Zhao Gang's large-mouth sniper rifle with precise strikes, Li Yunlong prefers this wild and rough machine gun, which is simply too fragrant to use to fight devil tanks and infantry.

Li Yunlong had just finished another shuttle and was about to pause and fire again, when he suddenly noticed that someone was patting him on the shoulder.

Turning his head, Zhao Gang bowed behind him.

Zhao Gang boiled loudly: "Regiment commander, the devil's tanks have all been hit by rockets, are you launching a general attack on the devil now?" ”

Li Yunlong looked back, and sure enough, all the devil tanks on their side were on fire.

"What about the third battalion?" Li Yunlong asked, "How's the situation over there?" ”

Zhao Gang said: "It's almost the same over there, the devil tanks have basically been hit, and the rest of the devils are all pressed on the road and can't raise their heads." ”

"Wait a little longer." Li Yunlong thought for a moment and said, "I'll talk about it when the shells in the devil's tank explode." ”

The shells in the devil's tank were placed in the shell bay, and when the rockets entered it, Li Yunlong clearly felt that some of the shells in the tank had not yet exploded.

The power of dozens or hundreds of shells detonating at the same time is still very great.

……

On a dirt slope 1.5 km away.

Although I can't see exactly what happened to the devils in the gourd ditch, the eight roads on both sides are still there, and the sound of guns and cannons is getting sparser and sparser, which means that the devil tank has been eliminated.

Chu Yunfei, Fang Ligong, and Sun Ming were all a little stunned and looked at each other.

"Danza, I'm not dreaming, am I?" Fang Ligong's face was full of disbelief, "The Eighth Road actually won?" Really wiped out a Japanese tank wing? ”

Chu Yunfei also sighed: "It's unbelievable, to tell you the truth, I also feel like I'm dreaming." ”

"This is the devil's tank wing." Sun Ming couldn't help but say, "Since the 77 Incident, no army has ever been able to make such a record. ”

In the Battle of Nomenkan, nearly 1,000 tanks and armored vehicles of an armored army of the Soviet army inflicted huge losses on the Japanese army.

The number of Japanese soldiers killed by tank shelling and aerial bombs alone amounted to sixty percent of the deaths.

This staggering statistic made the Japanese Army determined to expand its tank force.

But up to now, there are only 11 formed tank wings in the entire Japanese Army.

The rest are tank brigades or tank squadrons under divisions or brigades.

Although the Devil Tank is notoriously thin-skinned and small, it is not easy for the Chinese army to deal with.

Even the national army, which is equipped with anti-tank guns and anti-aircraft guns on the frontal battlefield, has little to do with it.

And right now, the Devil Tank Wing was wiped out, and it was still an Eighth Route Army, which was too shocking.

"It seems that we have witnessed history and miracles." Chu Yunfei's tone was amazed.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Chu Yunfei would never have believed that an Eighth Route Army could actually wipe out a Japanese tank wing.

"The main thing is that the weapons and equipment in the hands of the Eighth Road are too good." Fang Ligong said, "If the equipment in the hands of our 358th regiment is so good, we can also do it." ”

Chu Yunfei glanced at Fang Ligong obliquely, he knew that Fang Ligong had some prejudices about the Eighth Route Army, and had the same opinion as Principal Chang, that the Eighth Route Army did not obey the orders of the Military Commission of the Nationalist Government, broke away from the frontal battlefield without authorization, and preserved its strength in the name of advancing behind enemy lines to conduct guerrilla warfare.

It seems that the big victory in front of him has not changed Fang Ligong's prejudice against the Eighth Route Army.

Chu Yunfei said: "In addition to weapons and equipment, the tactical command ability of this eight-way commander is very extraordinary, let's go over and meet each other for a while." ”

Fang Ligong was about to persuade Chu Yunfei to say a few words and reduce contact with the Eighth Route Army, but he didn't say the words when they came to his lips.

What Chu Yunfei decided to do, no one could persuade him, let alone his meritorious service, not even Chief Yan and Principal Chang.

Suddenly, Fang Ligong's expression moved, the sound of a buzzing motor sounded in his ears, he raised his head and raised his telescope to look at the southern sky, and three Japanese planes the size of ants appeared in the field of vision of the telescope.

Fang Ligong said: "It seems that the Eighth Road is in trouble." ”

……

At the same time, on the positions of the Eighth Route Army.

The commanders and fighters of the new regiment also heard the sound of the devil's plane motor coming from the sky.

"Quick, hidden, all lie down!" Zhao Gang shouted loudly, "Machine guns prepare for air defense!" ”

When the soldiers heard the order, they fell to their stomachs.

"Lie down, what are you lying down?" Li Yunlong shouted loudly, "Trumpeter, blow the trumpet for me, and go to the highway to fight the devil!" ”

"The machine guns remain in place and prepare for air defense!"

The ranks of the fighters on the position are too dense, and as soon as the devil plane comes, it will be a large area, which is too much of a loss.

Although there are not many devils left on the road, the fighters rush down and get mixed with the devils, and it is difficult for the devil planes to fire.

This is the experience summed up by the Eighth Route Army many times at a heavy price, and other Eighth Route troops are the same when fighting with devils, in order to prevent the devil's heavy weapons from giving full play to their advantages, the soldiers often choose to fight with the devil in the white-knuckle battle, kill one in the white-knuckle battle to earn one, and fight positional warfare with the devil can only be passively beaten.

Toot Toot Toot –

The sound of the rushing charge suddenly sounded.

When the soldiers heard the sound of the charge, they felt like they had been beaten with chicken blood, their blood was boiling, their eyes were crazy, and they jumped up from their positions and killed the devils.

"Kill!" On both sides of the road, a tidal wave of shouts and killings sounded, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army all over the mountains and fields rushed towards the devils.

The devil who was crawling on the ground got up from the ground with a roar, and met him head-on with a bayonet, and the two gray and yellow colors suddenly stirred up on the road.

It's just that there is very little yellow, and most of it is gray.

……

Hulugou southwest sky.

Three planes flew in battle formation over Hulugou.

The Type 96 attack planes were in front, and two Nakajima fighters followed behind, escorting one on the left and one on the right.

Both are Nakajima-1 Hayabusa-1 fighters, armed with two 12.7 mm machine guns, each carrying two 60-kilogram bombs under the wings.

The weapon system of the Type 96 attack aircraft is three 7.7 mm machine guns and 10 100 kg bombs mounted under the wings.

On the right, the formation led by Yoshinobu Kuroiwa was responsible for piloting the Type 96 attack plane, and their mission was to rush to the aid of the 7th Wing of the Combat Vehicle, and once they saw the 8th Wing, they would immediately strike at it.

Kuroiwa Yoshinobu Shosa's flight formation flew north along the Tongpu Highway, and under the wings was the standard loess shape of Jindi, and only occasionally could you see a forest and green.

The three planes lined up in a neat battle formation and headed straight for Hulugou, and in less than 20 minutes, they saw the smoke rising above the road, almost obscuring half of the sky.

Kuroiwa Yoshinobu felt that this was simply the easiest flight combat mission in the world, and the Eighth Route Army had no air force, no air defense weapons, and could only be beaten on the ground.

It's like two centuries ago when Indians, armed with bows and spears, and armed with firearms, fought with white-knuckle warfare, and the two sides were not on the same level at all.

In this regard, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu always has a sense of shame, like a martial arts master attacking an unarmed child, which is really nothing to boast about.

Two Nakajima fighters flew up, and Kuroiwa Yoshinobu gave a dive bombing to the two fighters at the same time, and you two were sign language for my wingman cover.

Immediately, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu pulled the joystick, and the nose of the plane sank sharply, whistling across the sky and flying towards Hulugou.

Kuroiwa Yoshinobu found that there were no figures on either side of the road below, and when he got closer, he saw a dense crowd of people on the road below, mixed with gray and yellow.

The Japanese tanks parked on the road were all destroyed, and the billowing smoke rose from these tanks.

Oh my God, Kuroiwa exclaimed, what the hell is going on?

Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, Yoshinobu Kuroiwa knew that the Seventh Wing of the Chariot was finished.

After a moment's hesitation, Kuroiwa Yoshinobu's machine gun and the hand of the bomb dropping button were released, and three planes swept past at an ultra-low altitude.

But that's when the mutation suddenly happened!

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.