Chapter Twenty-Four: Scared to Death Brother, Iron Behemoth!

Unless the devil uses a potash bomb, but the devil doesn't even have a tank, where does the potash bomb come from.

The thickness of the homogeneous steel plate of this T-50 tank reached 37 mm, and the top armor was also 20 mm thick.

So it's not easy to break through this steel behemoth.

Even the Type 92 infantry cannon of the little devil is useless.

"Impossible, where did the Eighth Route Army get this kind of tank."

Now that Yamamoto Eleven is fighting, the more bottomless he becomes.

"Hit, let him stop moving."

The little devil's artillery aimed at the T-50 tank, but the tank is not forbidden to stand still, the tank is very flexible, and it will not stand in place and let you bomb like this.

The tactical commander at the front roared, "Bagaya Road, where are our death squads? The death squad brought explosives bags and blew him up. ”

The two dozen devils put their dog skin plasters on their heads again, and one by one they looked crazy, and even took off their shirts, tied up explosive bags, and were about to charge forward.

"Rush, for the sake of the Great Japanese Empire, for His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor, long live!"

Then they lined up in a long line and headed back like a long snake towards the T50 tank.

At the moment when the death squad rushed over, all the machine guns of the little devils were aimed at the tank, but the machine guns on the tank were also aimed at the death squad charging by the little devils.

These little devils had thick cushions of all sorts in front of them, trying to fend off the attack of tank machine guns, but it was useless.

The machine guns on the tanks spat out fiery snakes and fired indiscriminately at the devil's death squads.

Da da da, before the little devil got close, the tank daredevils were beaten to minced meat.

At this time, the little devil was also stunned, he really didn't know how to fight this battle.

Not only the commander, Yamamoto Eleven was stunned, but the chiefs of staff and adjutants under the mountain were also confused.

"Baga, what type of tank is this, and why is it so strong?"

"This tank is bigger and more powerful than the tanks of our empire."

Isn't that nonsense? This will be equipped with the T50 tank in the future, which was developed after the end of World War II, and it must be much more powerful than the devil's little turtle king eight tank.

On the battlefield, Yang Ming was ecstatic to see the tank rushing to kill in the camp of the little devils.

In my mind, I kept broadcasting the situation of obtaining points, and I have already obtained more than 50,000 points.

The devil really couldn't stand it, and the soldiers who rushed to the front could only retreat down the mountain.

Then, Yang Ming raised the pistol in his hand, fired a shot into the sky, and shouted: "Independent platoon, the rest of the brothers rush down to kill them, rush!" ”

They all rushed down with their blast guns, which had been captured from the devil's elite squad and were now finally coming in handy.

The wind gun is particularly fierce in close combat, the rate of fire is fast, and Yang Ming also used points to exchange for the bullets of this kind of wind gun, everyone has more than a dozen magazines pinned to their waists, rushing down, and can beat the little devil to cry dad and call mother, and finally the independent platoon fights more and more fiercely, and beat the little devil crying dad and calling mother.

And the rhythm of the devil's charge just now was very good, and this time it was completely disrupted.

Some devils are at a loss, they don't know whether to move forward or retreat, if they retreat, they have their own people's supervision team, and once they retreat, they will be shot, but if they move forward, the opponent's tanks are too fierce, and they don't know what to do for a while.

In the end, under the frantic crushing of the tanks, after this battle, the corpses of more than 200 little devils fell on the entire half-hillside position.

More than 200 little devils, that's the strength of a whole squadron.

If the Eighth Route Army had to fight a squadron before, at least six or seven hundred people would have to be dispatched.

But this time, an independent platoon of troops killed the other party, which is not unfierce.

Seeing the retreat of the devil, Zhao Ergou shouted excitedly.

"Platoon commander, platoon commander, the little devil withdraws, withdraws."

Yang Ming put the matching gun in the box and sneered: "This group of dog miscellaneous didn't expect to run so fast. ”

"Run a little slower, and I'll wipe them out."

Yamamoto Eleven saw through the binoculars that his soldiers had been beaten back, and when these guys came down, they forgot to drag down the bodies of their comrades, which shows how hurriedly they retreated.

"Waste, waste, really waste."

"Can anyone tell me what just happened? Why does the other side have tanks? This is a special squad supported by Da Mao. ”

However, the scout sent out to investigate reported to the captain, "I don't know, I don't know." ”

The men of the other squadron sighed helplessly.

"What now? We suffered heavy losses, and we could neither charge nor cross the Zhaojia Bridge, so we had to retreat. ”

When Yamamoto Eleven saw the corpses lying on the mountain, he felt that his heart was dripping blood.

He asked, "How many men did we lose in this battle?" ”

"We lost more than 350 people."

This time, Yamamoto Eleven almost didn't have a mouthful of old blood gushing out.

At the beginning, he brought three squadrons, each squadron of 190 people, three squadrons of about 600 people, and later transferred another squadron, he had a total of 800 people, and now he has directly lost more than 1/3, what can I do.

There were also very badly wounded soldiers lying on stretchers, wailing in pain.

So this battle is equivalent to taking out the strength of two squadrons.

"The enemy has also suffered casualties, and if we can attack again now, we will definitely be able to break through their defenses."

The staff officer on the side was obviously not convinced, but Yamamoto Eleven frowned and said, "Fool, if we charge again, we will die in vain." ”

"Don't you see that the enemy still has tanks? What weapons and equipment will the enemy come up with in a while, how can we withstand it. ”

"In my opinion, it's better to call in air support, let the bombers bomb the enemy's artillery positions, and then bomb the enemy's fortifications, and then we will go up again."

Let's put together our opinions, that's all.

There is a small airfield nearby with more than 10 devil fighters.

These more than 10 fighters did bring a lot of trouble to the Eighth Route Army and gave them a headache.

"But squadron leader, the enemy's artillery positions and fortifications are far away from here, and it will take a long time for our fighters to fly over, is it too late for us to support?"

"Now the situation is very bad, and I don't know what heavy firepower the other side has, so that's the only way."

"It will be very dangerous if we attack rashly, if we take Zhaojiaqiao, then how should our follow-up troops advance."

The purpose of their battle was to drive the Eighth Route Army and the Jin Sui Army into the mountains, and then control the nearby county towns and transportation arteries, so as to pave the way for them to continue to invade the land of China in the south.

Zhaojiaqiao is a very important node and cannot be occupied by the Eighth Route Army.

But this war also exposed some problems, that is, the intelligence department of their Japanese army is really too collapsed.