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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, Feng Junjun even drove out the tanks, and didn't intend to leave them a chance at all.

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

Before Kizo Hikoshichiro and 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.

24 Sherman medium tanks took the lead in crushing the Kwantung Army team with black smoke.

There are 24 Chaffee tanks, 24 Renault tanks and more than 50 armored vehicles behind.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gasoline.

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

"Distance 520, azimuth 72 degrees, release!"

In a Sherman tank at the front, Li Zhenyuan, the commander of the armored battalion, 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 Sherman tanks were not idle either, aiming at the target and firing.

Twenty-four Sherman medium tanks lined up in a horizontal line.

The little devil couldn't do any harm to them at all, 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.

48 light tanks and more than 50 armored vehicles 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.seven.

Chapter 76

The appearance of the Fengjun assault group directly plunged the Kwantung Army team, which was facing collapse, into despair.

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

In addition to shells, there are more large-caliber machine guns on the vehicle that are constantly emitting orange flames.

The dense bullet storm killed all the little devils in front of them one by one.

Those 12.7mm bullets hit the human body and all turned into minced meat.

Red and white mixed together, splashing everywhere.

A Sherman tank at the front charged forward at top speed, knocking out a little devil in front.

"Pfft!"

Followed by.

Another Sherman ran over the little devil's body directly.

The weight of 34 tons completely crushed the little devil into a meatloaf, and the track passed was full of red and white sticky things.

In the coming year, this land must be the most fertile field.

"Oh!"

The rest of the tanks are still showing off.

One of the most famous light tanks of World War II, Renault and Xiafei.

Showed unprecedented ferocity.

The 75mm vehicle-mounted tank gun kept spewing flames and fired high-explosive bombs at the Kwantung Army troops.

"boom!!!"

The continuous explosions blasted the little devil to pieces.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The officers and soldiers of the Feng army on the military truck following the tanks and armored vehicles kept pulling the trigger.

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

"Brothers, reinforcements are here, wipe out the little devils!"

Zhang Guangyao, the commander of the first security division, gave a loud shout, and plunged into the fierce fighting again.

After the first division received the support of the armored troops, the morale of the army was greatly boosted, and it became more and more motivated to kill.

A torrent of steel composed of 72 tanks crushed away, followed by more than 50 armored vehicles.

The on-board 12.7mm large-caliber Browning machine gun is like the scythe of death, harvesting the lives of little devils.

"Kill! Kill the little devil!"

All the Fengjun infantry who were sitting on the military truck jumped off.

The mechanized infantry armed to the teeth one by one aimed at the little devils who were still breathing in the position, and kept replenishing their guns.

The sunset glow fell on the earth.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, and gunshots and explosions continued.

It was also mixed with the mournful wailing of the Japanese army.

It constitutes a symphony of the death field that shocks the soul.

The Fengjun Tank Battalion is like a caged beast, completely liberating its nature.

One by one, they drove at full horsepower and galloped on the ground. The armored vehicles always followed the tanks and advanced slowly.

When the assault group passed, the mechanized infantry quickly harvested.

This is the world's first armored group battle, which is unique in the history of Yanhuang.

Those little devils who managed to escape the attack still failed to escape the second backtracking of the assault group.

Tanks will run over them mercilessly.

No matter how hysterical they are, they still can't escape the ending of turning into muddy meat.

This is what happens to the invaders!

The situation on the battlefield is one-sided.

The soldiers of the Feng army kept killing the little devils, even Feng Xuan was no exception.

He sat upright in a jeep, holding a Browning light machine gun.

The torrent of bullets was sprayed wantonly, and all the remaining soldiers of the Kwantung Army along the way were wiped out.

When the Fengjun officers and soldiers stopped.

Whether it was a car or a person, everything was completely stained red with blood.

Those tanks and armored vehicles were even more of a mess.

gradually.

The remnants of the Second Division of the Kwantung Army were driven to the Hun River.

More than 1 Fengjun surrounded them in an area less than three kilometers away.

Looking ahead, an inexplicable sternness flashed in Feng Xuan's eyes.

The strong smell of blood coming from his body seemed to have completely awakened the hidden killing in his heart.

"Cock!"

I saw him methodically changing the clips for the Browning light machine gun in his hand, with an extremely serious expression on his face.

The guards guarding his side did the same, changing magazines and cleaning bayonets.

A series of murderous intentions condensed into reality at the scene, and the atmosphere became extremely heavy.

"continue!"

After a while.

After changing the magazine, Feng Xuan looked at the remnant army of little devils in the distance, and said coldly.

Where the voice fell.

The jeep rushed out like a runaway wild horse.

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"