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The inherent tradition of the Eastern Japanese Empire-absolutely obey the superiors and cannot be broken!

"Your Excellency, our army must make strategic adjustments as soon as possible, otherwise..."

At this time, the chief of staff of the No.20 Ninth Regiment, Yamakashi Murauchi, suggested.

Although he didn't say what he said later, all the East Japanese officers present understood.

Although the Eastern...Northern Army is weak, their weapons and equipment are not inferior to the Imperial Army of the Great Eastern Japanese Empire.

There is an independent brigade of 7000 people stationed in Beidaying.

Once the Eastern...Northern Army is fully deployed, the No. 20 Ninth Regiment will be besieged.

At that time, it will not only be a matter of severe damage, but also a crisis of complete annihilation.

"Send the order to retreat!"

Under deep thought, Hirata Yukihiro did not hesitate for a moment, and directly issued the retreat order.

Right now, the support... that person has dispatched infantry, artillery, at least dozens of large-caliber heavy artillery, and the firepower is comparable to that of a divisional artillery brigade.

If you continue to resist, you will only be eaten up bit by bit by your opponent.

"Hi Yi!"

Uchiyamachi responded respectfully.

Just as he was about to go down to telegraph the troops ahead, a low roar broke the silence of the scene.

Almost everyone was stunned.

The ground under his feet was trembling, like a precursor to a catastrophe.

"Squeaky!"

Accompanied by a sharp friction sound.

Under the light of the fire, in the smoke of gunpowder, more than a dozen behemoths loomed.

All the officers of the No.20 Ninth Regiment of the Kwantung Army felt their hearts tighten, their backs felt cold, and cold sweat continued to break out from their foreheads.

What it is?

"Boom!"

In an instant.

A loud bang resounded throughout the battlefield.

I saw a large group of orange flames spouting from the mouth of the 'monster'.

A cannonball pierced through the air and smashed heavily into the team of little devils.

Bang! ! !

A large group of flames burst out on the spot.

A huge shock wave swept the audience.

Followed by.

One shell after another spit out from the mouth of the 'monster'.

Continuous explosions appeared in the queue of little devils, flames shot up everywhere, stumps and pieces of flesh shot out.

The scene turned into a hell on earth.

At this time, the officers of the No.20 Ninth Regiment of the Kwantung Army headed by Hirata Yukihiro clearly saw the appearance of the 'monster'.

The ferocious shell made of steel, the thick artillery, and the black hole-like muzzle all combine the beauty of violence and iron blood.

"No, that's... that man's chariot."

Hirata Yukihiro recognized the tank as a killer at a glance, and exclaimed.

Immediately.

All the officers of the Eastern Japanese Army turned pale with fright.

Since the birth of World War I, tanks have been hailed as the god of death on the battlefield and the nemesis of infantry.

Apart from heavy artillery, there is no way to deal with tanks.

Now, the Eastern...Northern Army has even launched tanks, and they have no intention of leaving them a chance.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

Before Yukihiro Hirata and the others could react, bullets gushed out of the vehicle-mounted machine gun like a storm.

Wherever they went, the little devil soldiers were all beaten into sieves.

next moment.

Twelve majestic Renault FT-17 tanks puffed out black smoke and rolled towards the No. 20 Ninth Regiment Headquarters of the Kwantung Army.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gasoline.

The "clang" sound of tank tracks running over the ground spread throughout the audience.

Behind the tank, 18 self-produced armored vehicles from Fengtian slowly stepped forward, reaping the lives of those little devils who had just escaped from ascending to heaven.

"Distance 520, azimuth 72 degrees, release!"

Inside a Renault FT-17 tank at the front, tank captain Li Zhenyuan shouted loudly.

"Bang!"

Inside, the gunner quickly turns the turret and pulls the firing handle.

"Oh!"

A cannonball rushed out.

The long orange flames shone brightly in the dark night.

"boom!!!"

In just three seconds, the high explosion directly hit the team of little devils who were fleeing in all directions.

A ball of dazzling fire exploded out of thin air, and dozens of little devils around were torn to pieces by the shock wave.

Only the minced meat mixed with blood and mud remained on the ground.

The rest of the Renault FT-17 tanks were not idle either, aiming at the target and firing.

Twelve Renault FT-17 tanks lined up in a horizontal line.

The main force of the No.20 Ninth Regiment of the Kwantung Army was directly crushed, and the flames of the explosion enveloped the audience.

The rising smoke even blurred everyone's vision.

"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"

The crisp sound of machine guns came from behind.

18 Fengtian self-produced armored vehicles equipped with Browning heavy machine guns are firing crazily, strafing the front.

The orange muzzle flame is several meters long.

Dense bullets fell on the position.

The little devils were beaten into blood gourds in pieces. .

Chapter 13

"boom!"

The officers and soldiers of the Northeast Army who followed closely behind the tanks and armored vehicles held their guns straight and pulled the bolts to reload.

One after another, they aimed at those little devils lying on the ground who were still alive, and mechanically reloaded.

No one thought it was cruel.

Because to deal with the aggressors, all means will be spared.

Although the rate of fire of the single-shot Liao-made 620-type rifle was slow, it couldn't stop thousands of people from the [-]th regiment from firing.

All that awaited those little devils hiding in the foxholes was death.

"Brothers, kill these bastards!"

"How can my Yanhuang land allow Xiaoxiao to wreak havoc!"

Wang Tiehan, the head of the 620 regiment, personally carried a Czech-style light machine gun and fired at the front position.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Behind him, thousands of red-eyed Northeast Army officers and soldiers kept pulling the trigger.

Compared with anyone, the Eastern... Northern Army loves this land like no other.

The little devils are not only trampling on the Yanhuang land, but also destroying their homes.

Therefore, any Eastern...Northern Army soldier's heart is filled with anger that can destroy everything.

Each bullet penetrated the little devil's body with unprecedented hatred and anger.

Originally hiding in the trenches, Chen Zheng led the remaining American soldiers to join the torrent of revenge.

The second battalion and the third battalion of the 620 regiment outflanked the left and right wings respectively.

For a moment, densely packed soldiers of the Northern Army in soil-gray uniforms covered the land with a radius of over a thousand meters.

The sound of shouts and guns pierced through the night, illuminating the entire Beida Camp like fire.

.......

Inside the temporary headquarters of the No.20 Ninth Regiment of the Kwantung Army.

Hirata Yukihiro held the sakan sword bestowed by the emperor, with a look of panic and terror on his face.

Facing the powerful offensive of Yanhuang soldiers, the little devil's position has long since collapsed.

The large gray torrent completely submerged the yellow shit.

"Kill it!"

The little devils did not completely lose their fighting spirit. Brainwashed by Bushido, they chose to fight when faced with a desperate situation.