Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 60
From the perspective of Tantai Mingyue.

It can be clearly seen that a large group of Japanese infantry like a swarm of khaki mice is firmly pressing towards the front of the Sixing Warehouse.

There is no need to count, just by visual observation, the Japanese army will never be less than 500 troops on the frontal battlefield this time.

Yes, in the first wave alone, Toyota Hideo dispatched two half-squadrons of infantry.

Half of the squadron was naturally Kurokawa Weaving, the big idiot and his subordinates who made the Japanese Colonel meet the big mouth of Wakibanjiro.

The so-called sharp knife is just a synonym for cannon fodder at this moment.

Of course, before the Japanese major was really stupid, he was shirtless, showing his fat belly and charging with the team. Such a character has already taken off his military uniform in the autumn wind, revealing his strong muscles and a lot of goosebumps. The hapless Kurokawa weaving served.

The Japanese Major just stood in front of the 500-strong army under his command and issued a battle declaration when the gunshots sounded on the two wings:

"Masters, if this attack is unsuccessful, it will be benevolent. I am with you."

Then, instead of using the usual pretense to pull out the sharp commanding knife, he pulled out the bastard box in the holster around his waist, aimed a shot in the direction of the warehouse, and roared: "Empire, Wu Yun is prosperous! Advance!"

"Onboard!"

Groups of Japanese soldiers roared loudly, followed their commanders into the pre-planned route and moved forward.

The huge roar of the diesel engine that followed also spread throughout the battlefield at this time.

The Japanese tank officially debuted.

Yes, what caused Tantai Mingyue's eyes to tremble with fear was not how many troops the Japanese had invested, but the fact that the Japanese army invested four tanks in the first wave of attacks on the frontal battlefield.

Two Type 94 and two Type 89 tanks, dragging thick black smoke, jumped out of the narrow alley with a roar, passed through the Japanese army column, and passed through the gap between the semi-permanent fortifications that the Japanese army had built. , the muzzle pointed high at the four-row warehouse, like a general who was waving a sharp spear at the opponent in front of the thousands of cavalry formations in ancient times.

That sharp muzzle is much more terrifying than a long spear.

"Boom!" The two 89mm guns of the two Type 57 tanks fired straight, blasting a simple sandbag fortification in front of the gate of the Sixing Warehouse into powder.

The eight heavy machine guns located on the front wings also squeaked.

"Da da da!"

In the sunlight, eight bullet whips visible to the naked eye were slammed on the front wall of the Sixing warehouse and on the sandbags.

flower of death.

"Long live the Empire!" 500 Japanese soldiers shouted indulgently.

The engines of the two medium-sized tanks roared, black smoke billowed, the tracks began to roll, and they moved toward the four-row warehouse. The smaller Type 94 tanks on the left and right also began to move forward.

Lieutenant Kurokawa Weaving, who was covered in goose bumps blown by the autumn wind in southeastern China, followed the two Type 89 tanks with the last two infantry squads under his command, like a little chicken following two old hens. .

That is, the chicks are smoked by the black smoke of their own tanks.
It hasn't officially started yet, just like I just walked around the African savannah.

"The Japanese army is so brave, not afraid of poisonous smoke!" A Western reporter quietly drafted the title of his column today.

The two reconnaissance-type 94-type chariots, which are not much bigger than the QQ sedan, may have been sparsely followed by two small teams because of the limited bomb surface.

Perhaps it was because they thought they might have killed the cannon, or perhaps the artillery in the newly built semi-permanent fortifications on both sides gave them enough confidence.

The four tanks didn't even bother to hide their whereabouts, showing a straight line to the four-row warehouse, and they also collided with the wall that did not collapse.

If there is a house that has not completely collapsed, the 57mm tank gun will open fire to destroy it, and the terrible crawler will crush the ruins and move forward with great determination.

The remaining more than 300 infantry followed more than 150 meters away and approached the warehouse in a skirmish line under the cover of the ruins.

Although the artillery hidden in the semi-permanent fortification has not yet fired, the black hole of the cannon muzzle protruding from it is full of their covetousness.

There is no doubt that if the Chinese heavy firepower point in front of the warehouse building dares to open fire, that is their key target.

The lieutenant colonel of the army standing behind the lookout hole on the fourth floor was sunk like water, watching the advance of the Japanese army ahead without speaking for a long time.

Obviously, the arrogant appearance of the Japanese tanks was somewhat beyond his expectations.

How could the Japanese commander be so sure that the machine gun was destroyed?In other words, what other tricks does the Japanese army have?
At this moment, in addition to the useless hero Lei Xiong still beside the lieutenant colonel of the army, the other three infantry company commanders and Tang Dao have entered their own positions.

"Sir!" Lei Xiong looked at the contemplative commander with bright eyes.

The company commander of the machine gun company obviously hoped that his supreme commander would take back his previous order and put the two machine guns under his command into battle.

Of course, that does not belong to the change of the decree, but that the Japanese tanks did not appear before, but now they have come!All deployments have to change with the situation, don't they?
The lieutenant colonel of the army still shook his head slowly, rejecting Lei Xiong's invitation to fight.

For the ordinary officers and soldiers in the war, this is a battle about who dies and who lives, but for the top commanders on both sides, it is more of a psychological game.

Just like at the poker table, both sides constantly play cards to test the depth of their opponents. Whoever can't help but open his biggest hole card first will lose the initiative.

At present, this card table is inherently unfair. The four-row warehouse with no back-up and no back-up has one less trump card every time it is drawn, and it is closer to the final defeat.

It seems tempting to draw out four Japanese tanks and nearly 500 infantrymen, but it is not enough for the lieutenant colonel of the army.

He is betting, betting that the Japanese army is not only on the current offensive.

On the position, as the Japanese tanks moved forward resolutely, the soldiers who were hiding in the trenches but did not receive the order to shoot became dry.

Those iron bumps were not untouched in the Songhu War. The regiment's 20mm cannon and 37mm anti-aircraft guns could effectively deal with them. At a distance of 500 meters, they could penetrate their iron shells and destroy them.

It's just that after the Japanese army paid the loss of a tank, their artillery would lock the position of the anti-war artillery, and then concentrated artillery bombardment. The 524th regiment on the front line hit the middle of October and lost Removed all anti-aircraft guns and cannons.

For the remaining half of the month, whenever iron bumps appeared, and if you wanted to deal with them, you could only rely on the infantry to find a way.

The easiest way to do this is for the demolition team to blast those dreadful iron lumps with explosive packs or cluster grenades on their backs.

However, if you want to blow them up, you must first be within at least five meters, but that is not as easy as you think.

Or rather, extremely difficult.

The Type 89 tank is also equipped with heavy machine guns and accompanied by infantry. Often, if you want to blow up such a tank, you have to pay at least one infantry squad casualty to do it.

Even, sometimes, an infantry squad was killed and injured, and the track of the tank was finally blown up, but it was still unable to destroy it. They could only watch the Japanese maintenance vehicles drag the damaged tank back.

But after a day or two, the iron lump, which could not be completely blown up, once again boarded the bloody battlefield to slaughter the infantry.

It can be said that tanks are the nightmare of pure infantry.

And now, there are only four of them. With the rifles and submachine guns in their hands, even if there are heavy machine guns in the overhead firepower to help out, the soldiers are still nervous because of the roar of the steel behemoth's engine.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, in fact, even the veteran squad leaders like Liu Datou and Lao Hei were trembling slightly, and the cigarettes in their mouths that had been biting at ease had been smothered in the trenches.

(End of this chapter)