Under the continuous attacks of the Xie Tian troops, Kameda's brigade had long since changed from an orderly retreat mode to a rout mode.

The defeat was like a mountain, and even if there were thousands of miles of embankments, they could not stop the troops in the rout.

The marching team of Kameda Brigade was originally three or four miles long, and at this time the troops were defeated, the team had long been out of formation, and the fields were full of fleeing devils, and few people could organize effective resistance, not to mention that they were now facing a torrent of steel, which was not at all something that the weapons in their hands could resist.

Since the beginning of the war, the Chinese army has hardly had tanks, and the Japanese army has not thought of equipping some anti-tank weapons, and now it is considered to be self-inflicted, and the tanks they made themselves are also the same as the Chinese army they faced at the beginning, and they have no resistance.

The bullshit Japanese army has strong combat power, and to put it bluntly, the Japanese army is more advanced in weapons and equipment than the Chinese army, which has caused a crushing trend, creating one myth after another of winning more with less, and in the end, even they themselves are fluttering and regard themselves as the god of war.

What is the result?

The quality of the equipment on both sides of the battle has dropped one by one, and the little devils are still beaten to the ground.

The spirit of bushido has a fart use, and if you are not afraid of death, you can use your flesh and blood to block machine gun fire and block the indiscriminate bombardment of tanks and planes?

Dream on.

The Chinese army has never lacked heroes who sacrificed their lives, but to be honest, the role of flesh and blood alone in a completely unequal war is really minimal.

It can only be the role played by the battlefield at a higher level than the spiritual level.

However, one thing is undeniable, only when the spiritual level has reached a certain height can the advantages of the weapons in hand be brought into full play on the battlefield.

The bushido spirit of the little devils is actually the mental brainwashing of the little devils, in order to let them die in a way that maximizes benefits.

That's why the little devils will have kamikaze agents, and there will be suicide torpedoes.

This is fundamentally to use these devil soldiers as battlefield consumables, just like bullets, it is useless to hit them, and hitting the target is to play the greatest benefit.

The ideals instilled by Xie Tian in the commanders and fighters are also brainwashing, but the purpose is to make everyone live better.

This is the essential difference.

Xie Tian could tolerate Chu Yunfei catching strong men, but he couldn't bear Li Yunlong's treating soldiers as battlefield consumables, so he scolded Li Yunlong to the point that he almost took out his gun and committed suicide.

On the western outskirts of Yangquan, Miyamoto Hisashi stood on the broken city wall with a telescope in his hand and watched the rout army being chased by tanks in the wilderness, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

My tank became Xie Baoqing's tank, how did he do it?

And how did he have so many tankmen, who trained them?

He had now realized what a foolish decision he had made to stay and fight Xie Baoqing.

This has just begun, and more than half of the strength of his three brigades has been lost, and he will have nothing to gain but more dead in the battle.

Now he began to understand why Commander Gangmura Ninji had fled in despair.

This fucking Xie Baoqing is not a human at all.

The corners of the Massachusetts regiment's mouth twitched a few times, put down the binoculars and looked at Miyamoto Hiyugi and said, "General, give the order to open fire, you can't delay it any longer." ”

Now only artillery can stop the tanks from raging, but those tanks are now rampage in the rout of Kameda's brigade, and the two sides have long been mixed together.

If you open fire, it means that you will blow up your own soldiers together.

If you don't open fire, you will be watching the soldiers being wreaked havoc by dozens of tanks, and it is unknown how many people will survive.

This decision is not difficult to make, but it is a bloody order.

"Cannon !!" Kukugi Miyamoto finally gave the order.

Dozens of cannons fired at the same time, and shells whizzed towards the fast-moving tanks in the wilderness.

Tanks move at high speeds, making it more difficult to hit them accurately, but every shell that falls is bound to be an unfortunate Japanese shot.

Although those Japanese troops have dispersed and fled for their lives, the number base is there, and there must be Japanese troops within the killing range of a single shell.

Boom, boom, boom, dozens of shells indiscriminately covered the Japanese troops and tanks, and the screams on the battlefield rang out again.

Xie Tian's hoarse voice came from the radio: "Li Changshun, the devil has opened fire, don't chase forward anymore, turn back and intercept the devil behind." ”

"Boss, can't the three of you get rid of the devil artillery, let's just kill it in Yangquan and stop inking with the little devil." Li Changshun's voice was already hoarse.

"Damn, if Lao Tzu can get rid of them, you still need to say it, hurry up and order your troops to turn around, Lao Tzu's plane has long been out of bullets."

"What about them?"

"Didn't you see those two shriveled calves were already throwing grenades down there, damn it, that shitty guy scrapped the machine guns on the plane."

"That'...... Well, in fact, the machine gun on my tank is also scrapped, and there is only one shell left. ”

"Then you fucking rush forward, hurry up and retreat for Lao Tzu."

"Brothers, listen to my orders, let's turn around and kill back, and give Lao Tzu a whole line of life and death outside the range of the devil's cannon, and if you live this line, you can't pass the death !! this line."

The cattle were stimulated by Li Changshun's bloody order and screamed, dozens of tanks turned their heads and rushed back all the way to crash and crush the running devils, and soon opened up a life and death line that was three miles long and 100 meters wide outside the range of the Yangquan devil cannon, dozens of tanks and armored infantry vehicles shuttled back and forth on this life and death line, and bullets also began to save bullets to kill the devils who swarmed into the range, and those who had run out of bullets could only directly use tanks to hit and use tracks to press.

Seeing this smoky and murderous line of life and death, the devil who didn't run in time had collapsed in despair, some people began to run sideways, and some people began to look for weapons and prepare to fight with people.

After running back from such a long distance, my physical strength and spirit were on the verge of collapse, I couldn't even hold a gun, and I really wanted to fight with others.

Those devils who escaped the line of life and death collapsed even more, and some people cried out of the sound of donkeys.

Xie Tian saw that Li Changshun had divided the fleeing devil into two parts in a short time, he shouted hello, and immediately ordered Guo Kaiming and Sun Jintao, who were chasing behind the devil's buttocks, to lead the troops to outflank and consolidate the life and death line drawn by Li Changshun.

No matter what kind of battle it is, what Xie Tian pursues is to destroy as much of the devil's living force as possible.

I've killed all of you, so that you have no one to use, and look at how the fuck you fight, fart.

It is now the late stage of the Anti-Japanese War, and the Japanese devils have lost again and again in the Pacific Theater due to the long front, and the front-line soldiers have been seriously insufficient, and even fourteen or fifteen-year-old children have been pulled onto the battlefield.

Thank God will never be soft on these baby soldiers, these little cubs have long been brainwashed by fanatical militarism, if these little cubs are allowed to live, it will be the bane.

Eliminating them will at least allow the little devils to spend one or two more generations to recuperate, and if they stop for a few more years, the people of the world will be at peace for a few more years.

Thank God that he is not afraid of blood on his hands, he has more blood on his hands than he can count, so what's the harm in getting more on his hands?