The Sword of Swords is a Guard for Kong Jie

Chapter 1227: Crushing the Chariot Troops (Second Update)

Let the tank troops clear the way in front. When encountering the Eighth Route Army's blocking troops, let the tank troops hit them.

The Eighth Route Army that raided the Tianjin Pier was a group of lightly-armed infantry. No matter how strong their combat effectiveness was, they were still a group of flesh and blood. They could never be a match for the more than 20 tanks and armored vehicles of the chariot unit.

As long as the chariot troops maintain their battle formation and walk at the front of the team, pushing forward all the way, the infantry following behind will not have any accidents.

The more the captain thought about it, the more he felt that the co-captain's method was a good one, and the worried expression on his face completely disappeared at this moment.

The reason why he rushed over to remind the commander that the troops needed to rest was because he was worried that the troops would be ambushed on the march. If the troops were very tired at that time, their battlefield response ability in the face of a surprise attack would definitely be very slow, and the overall combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

Now that the problem that the troops may be attacked by the Eighth Route Army has been solved, no matter how tired the troops are during the march, no accident will happen. The captain definitely wants to return to Tianjin Pier as early as possible.

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Half an hour flew by in a blink of an eye.

"Dong dong dong..."

A dull sound of heavy machine gun fire suddenly sounded at the front of the team. The captain was shocked, but he quickly recovered from the shock: "It's the sound of heavy machine gun fire. There is probably an enemy blocking position ahead."

"This is not far from Tianjin Pier. If the Eighth Route Army doesn't send troops to intercept us, they will have no choice but to be blocked at Tianjin Pier and fight us decisively."

Having said this, the commander of the regiment showed a murderous expression on his face, and then he drew out his command knife and gave a serious order: "The tank troops immediately launched an attack on the Eighth Route Army's blocking position, trying to kill all the Eighth Route Army blocking the road in one assault, and open the reinforcement channel. Cover the main force and continue to support the Tianjin dock."

"Rumble..."

The commander gave the order, and a huge roar came from the road directly ahead.

More than twenty tanks and armored vehicles lined up in three rows, forming a wide frontal assault formation. With their vehicle lights on, they slowly pressed toward the Eighth Route Army's blocking position.

The first row is all tanks.

Compared with armored combat vehicles, they are rougher and thicker, and their defense against the Eighth Route Army is stronger.

There are tanks and armored vehicles in the middle row. The tanks are mainly light tanks, and the armor thickness is not much thicker than that of armored vehicles.

The last row is all armored vehicles. The vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns and the tanks in front provide fire cover to prevent the Eighth Route Army from launching counterattacks against the tank troops and destroy the tanks through death squad blasts.

The three rows of tanks were like three torrents of steel, pressing towards the blocking position with an unstoppable momentum.

The co-captain is confident in this attack.

Until now, he has not seen the Eighth Route Army's blocking troops using anti-tank weapons and artillery on the battlefield, which shows that the Eighth Route Army responsible for blocking tasks is a lightly-armed infantry and is not equipped with heavy weapons.

Such a force fighting in front of a tank force is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock and seeking death.

As the captain thought about it, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, as if he had seen victory before waving to him.

"Woooooooo..."

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Just as the tank troops were about to break through the Eighth Route Army's defense line, the whistling sound of artillery shells streaking through the sky suddenly reached the ears of the regiment commander.

As a senior commander, the wing leader has very rich practical experience.

Listening to the scream of the shells streaking across the sky, you can tell that the number of shells flying towards the tank troops is no less than fifty, and there are many large-caliber heavy artillery shells among them.

His eyes quickly widened, showing an expression full of shock, before he could even say a word of warning.

A large number of fireballs shot up from the location of the chariot troops, and thick black smoke columns rose into the sky at the impact point. Several tanks were hit by artillery shells on the spot. In the dazzling firelight, the tanks and armored vehicles were like paper toys, torn apart by the shells in an instant and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

Only then did the thunderous explosion reach the commander's ears.

"Retreat..." Only then did the captain react from the shock and commanded in his loudest voice.

"Inform the chariot troops to retreat immediately..."

"The Eighth Route Army blocking us is equipped with at least fifty artillery pieces, including many large-caliber heavy artillery. The tank troops are definitely no match for us. Let them withdraw quickly."

"The artillery set up artillery on the spot to counterattack..."

"Even if the number and caliber are no match for the Eighth Route Army's artillery, it would be good to harass the Eighth Route Army's artillery troops and reduce the anti-artillery pressure on the tank troops..."

"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

The regimental commander's retreat order had just been uttered, but before it could be heard, the second round of artillery shells was already flying towards the tank troops with a piercing scream.

Fire splashed and smoke billowed, and four more tanks and armored vehicles were blown into scrap metal in the explosion.

It wasn't until the third round of artillery shells fell that the thirteen surviving tanks finally received the order to retreat and began to turn.

Three more tanks were destroyed in the process.

But the Eighth Route Army's artillery strikes did not stop. The howling rain of artillery shells seemed to have eyes. Wherever the tank troops retreated, the shells hit them. Almost every round of shells that fell could destroy a tank.

As the tank troops retreated faster and faster, and when they were about to join the main force of the returning reinforcements, a rain of shells fell from the sky.

Tanks and armored vehicles wrapped in steel are no match for heavy artillery shells, let alone flesh-and-blood Japanese and puppet soldiers.

In order to avoid artillery fire, the concentrated Japanese and puppet troops had to disperse immediately...

The captain of the regiment was also protected by the guards and left the road to prevent the next round of artillery shells from the Eighth Route Army from hitting him. At that time, even the king of heaven would not be able to save him.

"Rumble..."

Just as the commander of the regiment was escorted off the road by guards, there was a roar from the Eighth Route Army blocking position ahead.

Two rows of car lights emerged from the blocking position that had just been shrouded in darkness. At least forty tanks and armored vehicles lined up in two rows and pushed towards him. The front of the offensive formation was five hundred meters wide.

It was vast and unstoppable.

"Boom boom boom..."

The first row of more than 20 tanks fired as they advanced, and the tank shells they fired seemed to have eyes, specifically targeting crowded places.

"Dong dong dong..."

What annoyed the commander the most was the vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun, which fired condescendingly at his subordinates in chaos.

Wherever the bullets rained, the soldiers under his command were swept to the ground one by one like ripe wheat.

The commander of the regiment was confused by the scene in front of him. He looked at his subordinates who suffered heavy casualties and were running for their lives. It took him a while to react, and then he waited for a pair of big eyes to ask with disbelief: "How is this possible?"

"Isn't the Eighth Route Army at Tianjin Pier a group of light infantry? Where did they get so many tanks and heavy artillery?"

(End of this chapter)