"Order the tank units to protect those bulldozers, and now we have to rely on them to hold the line of defense of the people in China."

With the troops who received the order dispatched, Tani felt that this attack had a good chance of breaking through the nasty defensive line. In particular, bullet mines made from scrap bullet casings greatly limited infantry attacks.

In essence, the army of the Japanese Empire at this moment was still a unit dominated by infantry attacks. European troops consider the Japanese Army to be primitive, not because their soldiers are not elite enough, but because their combat thinking is outdated.

And the reason why the front in front of them was annoying to the Japanese officers was entirely because that front was arranged for infantry offensive tactics. Large minefields, "Voldemort" barbed wire restricted the movement of infantry.

But as the tanks protected the bulldozers to the front, things turned in favor of the Japanese.

Dozens of tanks acted like a wall, blocking all the ammunition fired at the bulldozers. Moreover, the Japanese Type 89 tanks kept firing with tank guns and machine guns, firing at every firing point they found.

In addition, to the frustration of the soldiers in the individual pothole, the Japanese turned on the searchlight near the battle line, and the strong beam of light shot directly at the position of the individual soldier in the pothole.

This made it as if the soldiers were committing suicide every time they leaned out and shot.

"Sir, the soldiers shining by the devil's searchlight can't open their eyes, and the battle situation is extremely unfavorable for us."

Of course, Zhang Sixing, who was in the position of Niushou Mountain, could see it clearly, but he didn't do much, but only lightly threw down a sentence,

"Hold on, those who panic and retreat without orders will be killed!"

Hold it, how to keep it, the barbed wire fence was buried by the Japanese devils, so don't you care?

Hold on, how can you keep this, there is no barbed wire, no bullets and mines, waiting to fight with the devil with a bayonet?

Although he was the commander of the first brigade, Zhou Zhenqiang could only shrink in the concealment department. The entire concealment could not be seen from the outside, only a periscope made of a bamboo pipe hidden in the grass could see the outside.

As for contact, it's a walkie-talkie. As for his staff officers, guards, and radio communications personnel, they will all be in their respective pits. Although he was protecting him from front to back, Zhou Zhenqiang knew that no one would easily leave his pit.

Because the Four Elements Demon King said clearly, leaving his pit for no reason is directly killed.

Stubbornly defending, especially stubbornly defending, this is basically the life of Lao Tzu.

complained in his heart, but he was still unwilling to poke out the periscope observation scope and look at the battlefield in front of him.

At the moment, on the battlefield ahead, the situation is already quite bad. The tanks, which were almost lined up in a wall, advanced slowly, and the bulldozers behind them held shovels and shoveled up dirt over and over and over again, covering the bullets and mines below.

Over time, the defensive zone of Voldemort's barbed wire fence and bullet mines, which was up to 100 meters wide, rapidly decreased.

The soldiers, who were cowering in the pit of the individual soldiers, rarely poked their heads out to shoot at this time. Because as long as you poke your head out of the individual pit, you will inevitably be illuminated by a searchlight, and then the Japanese infantry will shoot accurately.

However, at this moment, the infantrymen, who had slowly figured out the way of this method of warfare, shrank in the individual pits one by one, and threw one grenade after another aimlessly towards the front.

It's a pity that neither tanks nor bulldozers temporarily welded with iron plates reinforced do not care about the blows of porcelain grenades.

At five o'clock, the old cigarette pouch Li Youtian sent Zhang Sixing a good news.

"Sir, there are still one-third of the people left here, and our oil barrels and wooden platoons have reached twenty, and we can send four thousand people over in one trip, which is much faster than in the past."

Even though it was a gloomy and cloudy day that could rain at any time, the dawn could not be stopped.

At this time on the battlefield, after continuous work, the Japanese tanks were less than 20 meters away from the individual pothole.

At this time, more and more grenades were thrown at the Japanese, and Zhang Sixing, who was watching the battle on Niushou Mountain, warned himself in his heart:

Don't worry, don't worry, let the devil's tank get closer......

The tanks drove forward again, but they still couldn't move fast because they had to protect the bulldozers behind them, which were constantly pushing dirt.

And behind this, there were the Japanese infantry, who were crawling slowly towards the ground.

The remnants of the Japanese Ninth Division and the 114th Division attacked Jiangjun Mountain and Guanyin Mountain, but their progress was far inferior to that of the Japanese Sixth Division.

After all, this is a mountainous area, and tanks are not capable of going up the mountain, so it is not difficult for the Jinling breakout troops here to hold on here. On the contrary, hiding in a single soldier's pit has the geographical advantage of shooting downward, which inflicts a lot of casualties on the infantry of the Japanese 9th Division.

At this time, the tank unit of the Japanese army in front of the teaching team covered the bulldozer and was less than ten meters away from the individual pit on the front line.

The infantry of the 6th Division, who were ready to charge at any time, crouched in the ground and followed the tanks and bulldozers towards the crawling infantry, and even began to prepare for the charge.

After all, as long as they broke through the lines of those hateful barbed wire and bullet mines, they were not at all worried about the defeat of the men who attacked them.

At six o'clock, the sky brightened, and a thin layer of mist floated on the ground of the winter morning in the south of the Yangtze River. A thin layer of mist floats on the surface of large rivers, ponds, and small rivers.

If it weren't for the guns on the battlefield, if it weren't for those heart-rending shouts, what a wonderful Jiangnan winter day it was.

With a blasting canister made of bamboo pipes in their hands, the infantry in the individual pit listened to the sound of Japanese tanks outside, and the shouts and shots fired by the Japanese infantry not far away.

It was as if the Japanese tank was firing overhead, and the intense fire could even make the person in the individual pit feel a scorching wave of air passing over his head.

That's good, at least it's warm before you die......

"The grenadier covers Lao Tzu...... The man in the pothole is ready to take out the devil tank with a blaster. ”

With the loud horn, the command to drown out the guns on the battlefield sounded, and the firing of gasoline barrels and cannons was heard from the depths of the position.

The soldiers in the first row of potholes, who had been suppressed by the Japanese, listened to the firing of gasoline barrels and cannons, and their teeth itched one by one. The devils are really close to them right now, and those scattered grenades must not fall into their holes.

Fortunately, the grenades that were "poured down" by the gasoline barrel cannon all exploded in the air. The shrapnel hit the tank's armor with a clang. But for the soldiers in the pit, it did not have the slightest effect at all.

As the explosion sounded, the infantry crouching in the pit did not wait for the clods of earth that flew to the sky to fall, and they jerked up in the pit of individual soldiers.

The Japanese outside, who had just been blown down by an empty grenade, were taken aback, and what they never expected was that there were still living people in the pits in front of them, which had been silent for a long time, and they didn't even throw grenades.

They always thought that the people in this row of potholes had been killed by tank fire and machine guns.