Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 67
"boom!"

The Japanese army carrying explosive packs has used several explosive packs in a row to blast a gap up to three meters wide on the thick wall.

After several Japanese soldiers threw several grenades into the warehouse and exploded, the Japanese soldiers who were still suffering from throwing grenades from upstairs couldn't wait to pour in.

In the telescope, seeing nearly a hundred of his own soldiers blasting successfully and entering quickly, Toyoda Hidey was not as ecstatic as he imagined.

From the commander's point of view, he certainly hoped that the battle would go as smoothly as possible, but from the point of view of a soldier, he felt that this round of attack was too smooth.

It went smoothly as if the opposing commander was a super idiot.

Even if they have already killed the opponent's big killer, even if they have four tanks, the opponent should not let their forwards rush into the building so easily!

You know, before the battle started, he had actually made plans to make that idiot and his subordinates collective cannon fodder for Kurokawa Weaving.

The hope of victory is actually pinned on the two infantry squadrons that followed up, okay?
But for Mao, the cannon fodder has become a sharp knife that pierces the enemy's heart?

This is like a duel between two martial arts masters. One of them has already thought of several countermeasures. When he puts out a head-on punch, he is ready to lift his yin legs. Knowing that the other party is such a dish, it is just that punch. He hit the opponent with a peach blossom on his face.

Then, the martial arts master who had gained the upper hand was still a little empty in his heart.

Did Ba Ga's opponent plan to spray Lao Tzu's face with blood?
Perhaps, it was at the moment when the two infantry squadrons near No. 400 had entered the front of the warehouse 200 meters away, and even began to no longer move forward, but took large strides to speed up, the Japanese Major, who was a little empty, finally returned. Take it easy.

No matter what the Chinese commander's plan is, as long as the number 100 rushing in is not 100 pigs, he can always stick to the follow-up main force!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" A familiar muffled sound resounded through the battlefield.

The Japanese Army Major, who had just put his mind at ease, immediately broke out in white sweat.

The telescope was raised, and two splendid sparks appeared in his field of vision.

Not only did the Chinese cannons not be killed in the last round of 'Fighting the Grass and Frightening the Snake', but there was an extra gun from Baga.

But that's not the real reason to chill Toyota's back.

Why did the Chinese have endured until now to take out their trump card?
What are they waiting for?
Wait for the tank?

Didn't there already have two Type 89s and Type 94?
Couldn't that satisfy their appetite?
A series of question marks appeared in the mind of the Japanese Army Major, and he almost confounded the Japanese Army Major himself, who had a good brain.

But soon, he knew the answer.

Two cannons emerged from the roof at this time, and the main target to hit would not be the infantry.

Even if one cannonball takes away two people, it is unstoppable for the 400 Japanese infantrymen who have already increased their speed and are about to enter the stage of full charge.

The target of the two cannons can only be tanks.

However, it is not the same as what the Japanese imagined.

The first tanks to be attacked by the machine guns were not the four tanks closest to the warehouse, but the two Type 89s that rushed out of the dwelling in the distance.

Perhaps because they were too relaxed, the two Type 89 B tanks drove at the speed of a small sports car. In just 1 minute, the two steel behemoths weighing 12.7 tons ran 200 meters faster, but they were faster than those with short legs. The Japanese infantry were running much faster.

The two cannons did not disperse the shelling, and aimed at one of them. Who made the sun flag on the top of the tank look very cool!
That would be as conspicuous as the cavalry must wear bright silver armor and ride a white horse.

The cannon that "Dangdang" has been testing several times in a row finally hit the fairly thick front armor of the tank, but it was not a frontal hit, but the side of the round turret.

Then, the shell was bounced off by the rounded corners like a steel helmet, leaving a long bullet scar and a dazzling flash of fire.

I haven't dealt with the tanks yet, but they scared the Japanese infantry who were accompanying them in the rear.

Most of the people present were veterans. They knew very well that these shells did not cause any damage to the tank, but if they could hit, it had already proved that the Chinese shooters had already adjusted their sights. The 89 tanks will be beaten into a big torch.

If they stay behind, they may be implicated at any time by the explosion of the explosives in the detonated tank.

Without waiting for the squadron commander's order, under the loud command of the sergeant who led the team, the two squads that followed behind the targeted tank scattered and hid in the ruins they thought were safe.

The Japanese army's slag-like infantry-tank cooperation training was undoubtedly exposed at this moment. The armored soldiers who thought they were awesome looked down on the turkey infantry, and the turkeys abandoned the tank at the moment when the danger was coming.

Of course, compared to the few tankers who were hit by the tank, the Japanese infantry was at most only afraid of catastrophic consequences, and the people who kept MMP in their hearts could only be the people in the tank.

They are not afraid, but stunned.

It's not that the Chinese don't talk about martial arts anymore, but they don't talk about martial arts too much. All the machine guns that were promised have been killed. Why is Mao not only still alive but also getting one more?
By analogy, a wretched, short-legged man has married a wife who is as beautiful as a golden lotus. The most fearful thing is wearing a cuckold, and then!The wife swears to tell the short-legged man, you think too much, the old lady actually likes women, is the short-legged man very happy?
But goose, a happy short-legged man came back from outside one day, but found that there were two more men on the bed, no, it was two, what do you think he was in?

The most terrible thing is that these two 'adulters' are still holding knives, such as the nine-ring machete and the Qinglong Yanyue knife.
What's the mood like?
I am afraid that only Major Tokugawa can tell you what this mood swing from heaven to hell is like.

It's a pity, I'm afraid there is no chance.

"Reverse! Reverse!" The Japanese major slapped the front tank driver on the shoulder frantically.

Yes, that's it. The Japanese tanks don't have radios, let alone communicate with the outside world. Even inside the tanks, they all have to rely on 'punching and kicking', which is a unique communication method for the Japanese armored soldiers.

By talking?You think too much. No one can hear the words clearly in the huge roar of the diesel engine. Is it possible that the driver has to look back at the mouth of his squadron leader during his busy schedule. Guess?
The choice of reversing is naturally correct. It is too late to fire back the artillery, and the other party is on the roof. Accidentally, the cannonball crossed the roof and hit the concession side. Long before entering the battlefield, the Japanese commanders at all levels have strictly forbidden them from the front. To shoot upwards at the warehouse building, flat shooting is the limit.

Furthermore, the thickest part of the tank armor is the frontal armor. If the 17mm armor is still not reassuring, does it rely on the 12mm armor at the rear?
The 89 tanks with small flags were madly reversing, and a group of Japanese infantrymen who avoided in time were all scolding MMP in their hearts. I was lucky that I hid quickly, otherwise, those bastards would not have pressed Lao Tzu into a meat muffin if they reversed regardless of the situation?

Ba Ga, why don't you die?At least more than half of the Japanese infantrymen cursed in their hearts.

Then, their expectations came true.

As early as when the Japanese forward infantry entered the 40 meters distance, Lei Xiong had already lifted two cannons to the artillery positions that had been set up on the roof of the building.

It took a full 89 minute just to aim at the two mighty 1 tanks rushing from a distance, and at this moment, the sight was adjusted by test firing. Would that make it run away?

Within ten seconds, the two cannons fired five shells each in one go.

(End of this chapter)