What Li Youtian brought was very peculiar, it was two flatbed trucks, one was carrying ammunition and the other was ...... It's enough for him to change this.

The car was apparently a flatbed truck used in the warehouse for repurchasing, but it had been replaced with four larger wooden wheels.

It was loaded with rows of captured grenadiers, about thirty of them, six in a row divided into five rows, all of which were fixed with wooden frames.

Not to mention others, this time even Zhang Sixing, who claims to be well-informed, can't understand it.

"I said old cigarette pouch, this thing can only be fired once, you ......"

Without waiting for Zhang Sixing to finish speaking, he took the big cigarette pouch from his mouth, and Li Youtian greeted him proudly,

"Bach"

"Yes, Brother Tobacco Bag."

With a few teenagers waving their hands with Luo Mingyang, the teenagers brought grenades for grenadiers from the ammunition truck.

To everyone's surprise, however, the grenades were all mounted on two straps. The two teenagers straightened the bullet belt one by one, and the tail of the grenade smoothly entered the mouth of the grenadier barrel.

Then the cartridge was drawn on one of the two straps, and the six grenades fell directly into the grenadier.

Seeing this, Zhang Sixing already understood that the old cigarette pouch must have figured out this grenadier. Everyone can use it, but they can't play it accurately. But as it is now, it is covered shooting anyway, and it doesn't need to be too accurate at all.

One shot, this thing is equipped with at least 300 square meters of ground, is there anything more cool to use to deal with the devil barracks?

"Well, you give him an account to ......"

Looking at the young officers beside him, he saw that their eyes showed eagerness to try.

But before he could speak, the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian had already said,

"Who knows how to use it, of course, my old man personally went into battle, and he didn't leave the father and son ......soldiers when he went into battle."

Listening to his words, looking at his face as a matter of course, Zhang Sixing no longer insisted,

"Okay, you and the gasoline cannon, you follow behind and don't fire without my order. You know, tonight, your team is the main character. ”

At this time, Tetsujiro Yamaoka arrived with Lieutenant Colonel Marcus,

"Marcus will help me drive the tank, and when this is done, I will give you a sum of money and send you and your family to the country you want to go. Or, I'll kill you right now. ”

Hearing this, Cao Zijin was anxious. He's here with Lieutenant Colonel Marcus, and he's really going to be killed by this guy in front of him.

But before he could speak, he was slapped on the shoulder. Turned his face to see Hansen. Raul pointed at him with his big hand and gestured to cut his throat.

Looking outside, the somewhat disgraced Lieutenant Colonel Marcus nodded happily after a moment's thought.

Betraying Zhang Sixing, he couldn't return to the German army, and he couldn't go back to Germany.

The worst thing is to be caught by him, and this thing ......

His enemies say he's cold-blooded, but his friends say he's something to rely on.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"Fifty meters, the devil brigade is fifty meters away......"

There was another shouting from upstairs, and the sound of a mess of leather shoes rang out.

Zhang Sixing knew that he couldn't delay, and shouted the order,

"Get on the tank"

Lieutenant Colonel Marcus was stunned. Raul pointed to a tank,

"That one, I just fixed it, no problem."

With five tanks ready, a brigade of Japanese Army soldiers outside the building was preparing for a final charge.

Probably because of the cover of the night or the scattered firepower, the openings on the roof of the enemy were suppressed.

On the contrary, the attack went smoothly and excitingly, and the four lines of warehouses were not far away.

This excited the attacking infantrymen, and it also raised the eyebrows of Major General Daiaki Shigeto, who had always looked tough.

He has always had a heart in his heart, and when he took over the battlefield of the Marine Corps, he behaved domineeringly.

Wouldn't it be too embarrassing if the two brigades' attacks were broken up by the other side halfway, and they didn't even get close to the Sixing Warehouse Building.

However, to his surprise, the infantry brigade, which seemed to be attacking well, suddenly stopped. Then the four rows of warehouses were fired like scissors from both sides.

Because on each tank, in addition to the original machine guns, two groups of machine gunners were arranged.

This was the firing of three machine guns, and the crossfire formed by fifteen machine guns was terrifying.

What was even more terrifying was that the infantry close to the four rows of warehouses were now under the strafing of the heavy machine guns upstairs and the continuous blow of grenades.

And that's not all, what's even more terrifying is that those tanks that shoot are followed by a large number of infantry. And these infantrymen don't seem to be able to shoot, they will only do one thing - throw grenades.

Almost instantly, the vanguard of this brigade was hit by more than two hundred grenades thrown in a mess.

Successive explosions are not like popping beans because the explosions are denser than that. It's like the sound of tumbling water with a faint "rumble" when the pot is boiling.

Before the first explosion was over, hundreds of grenades were thrown again.

Not only that, but the five tanks seemed to be afraid of being too busy, and their short-barreled tank guns spewed out tongues of fire almost together.

The infantry, especially under the bombardment of hundreds of grenades, could no longer stand the crushing of tanks.

In reality, they were just lying underground in the explosion, trying to wait for the explosion to pass and continue the attack.

Unfortunately, when they looked up, they saw five tall tanks and a group of people behind them.

At this moment, several trumpeters blew the unfamiliar but very passionate charge horn together according to Zhang Sixing's order.

It was only then that the soldiers, who had been throwing grenades, shouted "kill".

The most important thing on the battlefield is momentum, and when morale is broken, the combat ability can only be exerted less than one-tenth of what is normal when morale is low.

Otherwise, how could there be a record that a brigade of the Japanese army could run with a Chinese division.

How could they resist the US aid baton, under the charge of seven people to repel the attack of one battalion of the other side.

Once the momentum collapses, then the whole operation will be lost.

As the horn of the charge sounded, the tank suddenly accelerated into the crowd of Japanese soldiers who did not have time to retreat. Crushed by the tracks, he screamed horribly.

A barrage of bullets from the machine guns on the tank chased the dark shadows in front of them. In the crowd following the tanks, there were also many machine guns that sprayed tongues of fire.

There are both Czech "quack" cries and crooked spurts.

As an automatic opening for fire assault, it seems that they don't try to shoot accurately, but try to pour as many bullets as possible into the crowd of crows in front of them.

Under the dense rain of bullets, many of them threw down their steel shields in the continuous bombardment of grenades, where could they withstand the close fire of dozens of machine guns.

Another brigade of the Japanese army collapsed.

However, their legs could not outrun the tanks, especially when the five tanks were constantly spraying tongues of fire and artillery fire, and leading a large group of charging men.