"Why are the Japanese attacking us?" The driver held a piece of hemostatic gauze and pressed the wound on his forehead, and the commander's discovery surprised him.

"Good question, I want to know the answer too...... Damn it. At this moment, the commander suddenly bent down and yelled at the driver. The Japanese came running and fell backwards. ”

"Help me watch the way." The driver quickly wrapped the bandage around his head a few times and tied a knot, then hung up the reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator, the ninety-horsepower Horch engine roared and drove the armored car backwards quickly, at this time the commander no longer cared about any concealment, he leaned out of the turret to observe the road behind the car.

"Stop! Turn here and get back on the road. The commander commanded loudly.

At this time, the Japanese army had also discovered the traces of this armored car, and the Nomura detachment, which was assigned by Captain Nakamura to go out to check, accelerated its pace. Then they saw the armored vehicle suddenly emerge from the grass, briskly cross the drainage ditch beside the road, and climb up the shoulder of the road. Seeing that the enemy seemed to be preparing to flee, Nomura Juncao suddenly became anxious, and he hurriedly waved the Type 95 saber in his hand, and led his seven Japanese infantrymen to charge the small blue-gray armored car with a bayonet on their 38 rifles.

"Powell, is there some misunderstanding in this, aren't we a friendly country with Japan?" The driver shouted and skillfully shifted gears, and with a roar, the armored car climbed back onto the road.

At this time, because the Nomura detachment was approaching the target, in order to avoid accidental injury, the officers and soldiers on the Japanese positions stopped firing at the armored vehicles.

"Move on or retreat?" The driver asked loudly.

"Has the communication to the lieutenant colonel been sent, and what orders does he have?" The commander ignored the driver's question.

"The lieutenant colonel didn't say anything, just told us to wait where we were, and the brigade was speeding up to catch up."

"Can we fight back?" The driver then asked.

"I'm thinking!" Sergeant Powell, the commander, replied with a loud roar.

"They have stopped shooting, and I suggest that we should take this opportunity to retreat now." The driver said.

"Maybe we can try it and see if we can communicate with them. These Japanese soldiers probably didn't know who we were. "The gunner made a suggestion on the sidelines.

"Stop." Powell also felt that this attack was a bit strange, this is simply inexplicable, Japan and Germany have always had very good relations, and I have never heard of any contradictions, why did the Japanese attack a German armored car, are they not afraid of causing disputes between the two countries?

Hearing the commander's order, the driver reluctantly stepped on the brakes, and the five-meter-long armored car was firmly in the middle of the road, with the driver stepping on the clutch and holding the gear lever with his right hand. Be prepared to turn around and retreat as soon as you notice that something is wrong.

"They're coming." The driver leaned into the observation slit on the side of the cab and watched the situation outside.

Sergeant Powell removed the M35 steel helmet hanging from the wall of the carriage and fastened it to his head, then poked his head out of the turret, ready to talk to the Japanese who rushed towards him.

Nomura Juncao's team ran for more than 100 meters in one go, and they were already a little out of breath at this time, but they saw that the armored car did not turn around and run away as they feared, but stopped in the middle of the road, looking a little abnormal. Out of an abundance of caution, Nomura waved his hand to stop the charge of the detachment, and the Japanese soldiers slowed down. Cautiously approaching the armored vehicle with a long rifle.

"Be careful, everyone, maybe it's the enemy's trick."

Nomura reminded his soldiers loudly that the officers and men of the Chinese battlefield often pretended to be wounded or surrendered, and only ended up launching a decisive assault on the approaching Japanese troops. Many careless fools have died under this kind of trick, and Nomura alone has witnessed no less than five cases, so when encountering such a difficult situation in front of him, Nomura will become extra cautious.

"You two. Climb up and check it out. Yoshida prepared a grenade to scare the Shina soldiers inside. Walking to a distance of seven or eight meters from the armored vehicle, Nomura raised his hand to stop the team. He then commanded two Hiroshima soldiers.

Yoshida and Natsume glanced at each other nervously, this was obviously bullying the two of them outsiders, and they didn't have the slightest room for opposition, who made them just two rookie privates. Yoshida handed the rifle to Kimura beside him, and then took out a Type 97 grenade from the miscellaneous satchel hanging from his right hip and held it in his hand.

"Private Yoshida, what are you rubbing, Hi Oso!" Jun Cao scolded impatiently.

"Hah!" Yoshida agreed, and then took Natsume to touch the armored car step by step.

But at this moment, a head with a blue-gray M35 steel helmet emerged from the top of the turret of the armored car.

"It's the elite soldiers of the Chinese army! Fire! As soon as the nervous Nomura saw the familiar steel helmet, he immediately made the judgment that this was a descendant of the Chinese army, and in his previous experience, only the descendants of the Central Army would be issued with this kind of steel helmet imported from Germany, and such troops would not easily surrender to the Japanese army, so Nomura immediately ordered to open fire and decided to strike first.

With Jun Cao's order, his soldiers hurriedly began to shoot at the armored car. Private Yoshida pulled out the grenade's safety in a panic, and then slammed the end of the fuse on the side of his steel helmet, the inertial firing pin activated the fuse, and the grenade began to sizzle and emit a faint green smoke.

"Die, Shina!" Yoshida gritted his teeth and threw a grenade at the turret.

"Red deer!" Seeing the stupid actions of that Hiroshima soldier, Nomura couldn't help but shout loudly, the squadron leader's order was to capture this armored vehicle, not destroy it completely, and let you take the grenade is just a means of intimidation, who made you really throw it out.

The moment the gun rang out, the steel helmet retracted from the top of the turret, and the Japanese soldiers frantically pulled the bolt and fired, and no one noticed that their companion threw a grenade. Only Nomura's eyes widened as he watched the grenade roll and fly along a parabola, and then accurately hit the grenade protective net that had been erected vertically on both sides of the turret because of the opening, and it was immediately bounced out.

"Grenade, be careful." Nomura only had time to shout a warning, and then the cast-iron grenade exploded in front of a platoon of Japanese soldiers, and a deafening explosion rang out, and the shrapnel that shattered swept through the entire detachment like a sandstorm.

Private Yoshida, the initiator, was so close that his entire face was shattered by the broken fragments, and he went to Kudanzaka to report without even having time to say a last word. This private will not be very alone, along with his fellow villager Natsume and another Hamada soldier standing beside him, Komatsu Commander and Nomura Juncao and the remaining two soldiers did not die on the spot because they were standing a little off, but they were also firmly hit by a few cast iron fragments, and at the moment they were lying on the road covering their injuries and struggling and wailing.

"Damn, it's a grenade, these bastards want to kill us." Because of the close proximity of the explosion, the armored vehicle received a strong impact, but fortunately, the charge and hardness of the material of the Japanese grenade body were not up to the standard of being able to penetrate this layer of armor, so the occupants of the car were not harmed.

"It was a deliberate attack, and they should be able to see the logo on our car very clearly." Sergeant Powell was almost shot in the head just now, and he now grits his teeth with hatred for those Japanese. As a good low-ranking SS commander, he had a very great future, how could he leave his life in this damn French colony, and die at the hands of a few Japanese monkeys.

"We cannot stop at the line of fire, immediately turn around and retreat, and join up with the large forces."

Although it has armor protection, it is not a tank after all, small weapons such as protective rifles are okay, and when encountering large-caliber machine guns or artillery, it is no different from an egg, and it is a very wise decision to retreat quickly while those Japanese monkeys have not yet remembered to use those heavy weapons.

The driver, Chuck, was already prepared, he flicked the gear lever and stepped on the accelerator, but the armored car just jumped forward for a moment, and then stopped, and at the same time the engine stopped roaring.

"What's wrong?" Powell asked loudly.

"It's off, maybe it was a shock before, wait a minute, I'll restart it right away." The driver hurriedly re-switched gears and began to prepare for restarting the engine.

At this moment, the Japanese positions once again erupted in fierce gunfire, bullets screeching over the top of the open turrets like flying locusts, and the screeching of the armor casing sounded again.

"Another group of Japanese soldiers rushed over." The gunner exclaimed.

Through the observation slit on his side, more than two dozen Japanese soldiers, led by an officer armed with a shining saber, could be seen speeding down the road towards his side.

"Chuck, haven't you done it yet?" The commander asked nervously.

"Wait a minute, I'll try again." The driver wiped the sweat that flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the sweat mixed with blood dripped down his chin and fell onto the gray-green summer uniform.

"Give me a little more time."

"Understood, we return fire, Karl, ready to fight." The commander patted the gunner on the shoulder vigorously.

"We are the Führer's SS, and our honor is loyalty!" Powell cheered up his subordinates.

"Our honor is loyalty!" The driver and gunner responded loudly.

"Turn the turret and aim at those Japanese troops." Powell fastened the jawbin strap of the steel helmet. The gunner shook the handle of the turret wheel, and the armored turret began to turn in the direction of the Japanese attack.

"Turned." The gunner reported loudly.

Powell cautiously looked out of the gap in the shield at the front of the turret, and saw that the Japanese troops were lining up in a skirmish line, firing their guns and rushing towards him, and the corner of the SS sergeant's mouth showed a sinister smile.

"Fire!" With the commander's order, a KWK30 machine gun and MG34 coaxial machine gun equipped with the sd.kfz.222 armored car sprayed the first round of metal storm at the Japanese army, and a bloody battle between the "friendly allies" began.

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