Bring a system to fight against Japan

Chapter 397 Tank vs. Tank

Wang Dahao's black figure, hiding in the pit of the trench with his waist down, his head raised with his dusty face and his eyes wide open, staring at the little devil bombers above his head, one after another flying black smoke and shooting down in mid-air, The hard impact exploded balls of fireballs on the ground.

Wang Dahao, Qiao Hei, had an excited expression on his face, clenched his fists and slammed them on the ground, shouting loudly: "Okay, the Paoying is doing well, after this battle is over, I will invite the brothers to eat meat and drink. Create with an open belly."

"Leader, then our brothers are waiting to drink the celebration wine."

"Jiang Ergou, you kid is wrong, you should drink the wedding wine of our head and sister-in-law."

"Yes, let's have a wedding ceremony between the head of the group and my sister-in-law."

"Okay, I'll let you bastards have a good drink."

"Haha, damn it, the little devil will suffer a lot. The brothers raised their guns and sent the devil's bomber to the sky."

"It's the regiment leader..." The crowd shouted loudly, and after replying one after another, they all stood up straight with dusty faces, raised their guns with both hands, and flew over the enemy plane with black smoke above their heads, firing continuously. The trigger fired, and the crackling and flying bullets hit the wings of the Japanese fighter plane and the tail of the fuselage, causing sparks to burst out.

"Da da da..." The crowd on the ground raised their guns, and after shooting randomly into the sky, the remaining few fighter planes of the Japanese army flew away across the air with black smoke.

Kobayashi Naotaka blew his beard and stared at his eyes, and stood there stupidly with a general's knife in his hand, watching the fighter jets flying over from a distance, one after another was shot down, bursting into a burst of flames, and became a group of fighters. There was a pile of scrap iron, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Seeing what happened in front of me, I woke up after a few minutes of delay, and hurriedly turned my face away. Road! Order the Machinery Brigade to rush to the front line to cooperate with the Taiye Infantry Brigade to attack, order the Yamamoto Artillery Wing to bomb the positions of the Eighth Route Army, and order all combat units to attack."

Kobayashi Naotaka grinned and shouted, pulled out his saber and pointed at the front position, stretched his short and thick neck to command and repeatedly shouted: "Give me the press..."

"Hey, hey..." Several devil officers, brushing their heads in unison, pressed down vigorously, turned around after replying one after another, and trotted away with fast bowed short legs.

The two teams in the front and back of the New Second Regiment, while blocking the Japanese and puppet troops chasing from behind, quickly moved closer to the guerrilla group. Kong Jieheibu Liuqiu swayed, ran in the middle of the long retreating team, and shouted out of breath: "Hurry up!" , follow behind..."

When Kong Jie was directing the team to retreat, he saw enemy planes flying over with black smoke in the sky above his head. The buzzing sound echoed in his ears. He stopped slowly while running, and said with a dusty and surprised face. : "Damn, who beat the little devil's plane into a sieve."

"Regimental Commander, the enemy plane is flying over from the guerrillas of the military division."

"Hey, Fatty Wang did it. It seems that the little devil has suffered a lot from him. The mother did it beautifully."

"Come on, let's join the guerrillas and fight together."

"It's the leader..."

The guerrilla camp was full of artillery fire, and the shells swished arcs across the air, crackling and falling straight down like dumplings, clusters of flames exploded, and the rumbling thunder echoed in the ears On the side, the ground kicked up mud and smoke, and one after another scorched figures collapsed and died. The enemy bombed continuously for nearly half an hour before the artillery fire subsided, and then the Japanese puppet infantry and the mechanical brigade launched an attack.

Japanese soldiers attacked the crowd, densely swaying figures, closely following the sides and behind of tanks and armored vehicles, heavy machine guns strafed and shelled to clear the way, and the ghost officer followed in the middle of the team with his waist bowed, holding his saber high, groaning Shout out to command the battle...

"Give me the press, warriors rush..."

Wang Dahao shook the dust on his head a few times, stood up and shouted: "Order Zheng Hao to lead the tank brigade to attack, order the machete battalion to follow me, and the other battalions to stand on the ground for cover."

"It's the leader..."

"Brothers, the little devils are playing tricks, it's our turn, let the enemy taste the power of our guerrilla group, follow me..."

"Rush..." The charge blew on the battlefield, and the dusty and black figures, with guns and bayonets in both hands, turned out of the trenches and pits one after another. On both sides and behind, tanks and armored vehicles rushed towards the Japanese and puppet troops, and the rectangular camp shot and rushed.

"Da da da..." Crackling shot bullets, hitting the thick steel of the tank continuously, sparks popped straight out, the tank's long barrel shot out shells one after another, hit the front of the enemy armored vehicle, and exploded Groups of flames burst into flames, and the sound of rumbling guns rang loudly. Tanks and armored vehicles were blasted out by shells, and they wobbled and stopped slowly. The raging flames were wrapped in thick iron sheets. The armored car climbed out of the hood, jumped down and fell to the ground, rolling back and forth, howling...

"Ah..."

Zheng Hao led the tank brigade, and they bombarded each other with Japanese tanks and armored vehicles, or collided with each other head-on. The tanks of both the enemy and ours were basically paralyzed. Rushing into the ranks of Japanese and puppet soldiers, started a hand-to-hand fight.

"Brothers kill..."

"kill…"

Kobayashi Zhixiao stood behind with a dusty face, blowing his beard and staring at his eyes, watching the most powerful mechanical brigade basically scrapped, so he never thought that the guerrilla group of the Eighth Route Army would actually have a tank brigade, which was shot down by fighter planes earlier. Then the tanks and armored vehicles were completely lost, which made him completely lose confidence in defeating the Eighth Route Army. The taste of failure fell on him, the ever-victorious Japanese general, and inspired his inner madness. This army will die with them.

Kobayashi Naotaka just raised the officer's knife in his hand, and hurriedly turned his face away from Wala Niaoyu and shouted: "Give me the press..." The Japanese and puppet soldiers attacked the crowd, running and swarming up, and the guerrilla group was on the ground. The soldiers of each battalion rushed over madly when they saw the enemy's follow-up troops. Fatty Zhao held up his gun and bayonet with both hands in his dusty face. Go..."

"Rush..." One after another, the black figures turned out of the pit of the trench, with guns and bayonets in both hands, and the hula-la charge team ran and staggered, shouting and charging, and rushed towards the crowd of Japanese and puppet soldiers.

"Brothers, go..."

"rush…"

(End of this chapter)