My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 508

On the forward position, the little devil in the bushes suddenly lifted his camouflage, revealing two 37 anti-aircraft guns under the half-bunker, and pointed the black muzzle at the Sherman tank that was anchored halfway.

"It's over... Hu Zi! Hurry up and put on the smoke bomb, don't fuck it, hurry up!"

The commander only felt a chill on his back, and he kept urging the gunner to load the shells, and now he stopped defenselessly in the middle of the killing zone. Isn't this just a target?
The tank was damaged and broke down and couldn't move forward. The infantry behind just wanted to cover fire, but they were forced back by the opponent's dense bullets.

"Sudden っ込め, kill せ!"

"Kill!"

How could the Japanese army not seize such an opportunity? Counter-charging before taking up positions is their best tactic. For a while, countless yellow figures rushed down from the hillside. They ignored the casualties caused by the artillery bombardment of the opponent, like a group of Crazy... screaming like crazy while running with a bayonet-loaded rifle in hand.

"boom!"

Deng!
There was a muffled sound, which was the sound of 37 shells hitting the turret. Before they could react, another shell hit the flank, and the three large logs tied to the side of the tank body were dried to pieces.

"Tiger!" the driver shouted urgently, if it goes on like this, it will be destroyed sooner or later.

"All right!"

"Fire! Another shot 50 meters ahead!" the commander shouted through the sight glass.

After two rounds of smoke bombs were fired, the front was already covered in white snow, and the Japanese army's shooting vision was also blocked, but the sound of those desperate guys shouting and charging could still be vaguely heard.

The crisis was temporarily lifted, but new problems followed one after another.

"Boss? What... what should we do?"

The young tank driver looked at the commander timidly. The lame tank is at most equivalent to a direct-pointing gun with a machine gun. Staying in this bare place without any cover, there is no other way but to be used as a target up.

"What can I do? Fuck them!"

The loader Huzi, who was only wearing a vest, was covered in sweat. He didn't care about anything else, he took out another high-explosive shell, removed the safety and stuffed it into the barrel. He looked at everyone with unruly eyes, which meant it was obvious.

The commander's face was solemn, and the image of the tank being blown up by the Japanese suddenly appeared in his mind. I'm afraid everyone will be in danger this time.

"Either withdraw, or you will die if you stay." The machine gunner below suggested.

"Hey Ji Lao Liu, let your mother fart! If you want to run and get lost, I can't afford to lose that man." Hu Zi roared unhappily, and gave him a fierce look with violent eyes.

Tank soldiers are already precious special arms in the army. It stands to reason that it is not easy for them to enter the armored brigade. Regardless of treatment or status, they are much higher than other soldiers, and their sense of honor is very strong.

During the time when the troops are constantly training, fighting, and getting along day and night, everyone regards the tank as their own wife. Now who wants to give up their "daughter-in-law" and run for their lives, who would be happy?
"Boss, you decide, we will listen to you whether it is life or death!"

"Yeah, it's a big deal to die together!"

Looking at the angry companions, the driver hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind: "Damn it, let's die! Killing one will not lose money, killing two will earn blood, and everyone will be in their positions. Let's do it!"

The melee continued, and the two sides were still gritting their teeth. The Japanese army rushing down from the mountain quickly passed through the smoke area, and a large area was crushed like locusts crossing the border.

Under the current situation, a strong attack would only increase casualties. The order to retreat was conveyed, and the soldiers retreated while fighting, and retreated together with the only remaining Sherman.

The crazy little devil wanted to see the red bayonet, and rushed to the opponent's formation regardless of the soldiers falling in pieces. In desperation, some soldiers could only pick up their weapons and start to break, but they were quickly submerged in the sea of ​​people middle.

"Zizi...Gong Danian! What are you guys doing? Get back quickly!"

The officer's call sounded on the radio, but he didn't know... the people in that tank had already made the determination to die.

"Company commander, we can't go anymore, let's cut off the rear for our brothers!"

After the car commander Gong Danian finished speaking, he opened the top cover of the turret, and two grenades that had already been pulled apart were thrown towards the devil team with a whoosh.

"beat!"

boom! !boom! !
The muzzle and the coaxial machine gun fired together, and the front co-pilot's machine gun also began to output firepower.

The exploding grenade made the four or five kids who ran the fastest get their lunch boxes on the spot, and the 76mm tank gun fired at close range, directly blasting the fragmented remains of the corpse four or five meters high.

The Japanese soldiers rushing over without any thought dropped their jaws in an instant, and the little devil was beaten into a sieve before he had time to dodge. The dense bullets swept away like a sickle cutting leeks, which was terrifying.

The Japanese commander Cao yelled in a panic, signaling his soldiers to get down and take cover, but the distance between the enemy and us was too close, and the opponent fired so suddenly, it was a massacre in just ten seconds.

The Japanese soldiers who reacted subconsciously shot at the opponent with their guns. The Type [-] light machine gun shot at the Sherman's iron shell with crackling, which was useless except for splashing countless sparks.

"Left foxhole, fuck him! Coaxial machine guns keep up..."

"The turret has been turned around, Ji Lao Liu, pay attention to the back..."

Although Sherman's tracks were broken and he couldn't move, the turret was still fine. Gong Danian commanded everyone to fight through the observation mirror in an orderly manner.

The two Browning heavy machine guns on the car body were constantly venting their firepower. Wherever the Japanese army gathered together, the M3 tank gun would take care of it.

The khaki corpses around them had fallen all over the ground, and almost no one could charge within ten meters of the tanks. The Japanese army, which lacked individual anti-tank preparations in a short period of time, had nothing to do with them.

Although a wave of counter-charge drove away the enemy who had just attacked, no one thought that the bombed tank was still capable of fighting, and it was still caught in the middle of the counter-charge team, which made the little devil fight It's not like beating, it's called a liver pain when I'm so angry.

"I'm out of bullets, bring me a box of seventy-six bullets!" The machine gunner shouted.

"Old Ji, this is the last box!" The driver now acted as the deputy shooter in the car, and quickly brought the chain box from the side to replace his companion.

However, it is still too difficult to control the enemy through the frontal observation mirror, too many dead angles are difficult to take into account, and the rotation speed of the turret cannot keep up with the shooting. The most terrible thing is that the long-term shooting is almost exhausted. The Kung Fu Japanese army rushed over like swarms of ants.

On the battlefield...sometimes when you lose your mind, it happens in a flash, and the impatient little devils even use bayonets and grenades to pounce on the tank body, trying to use the most primitive method to attack the opponent.

Some Japanese soldiers had already climbed to the roof of the car, trying to open the turret cover and throw grenades inward, but no matter how much they broke and pried, it was useless because the locked cover was difficult to open from the outside.

(End of this chapter)