"Deng big eyes! There's another one over there! Huang Huamin shouted, Deng Dayan, who had already scrapped one of them, had already adjusted the muzzle of the gun, and blasted towards the tank that was accelerating the impact. Niu Eighteen's infantry cannon next to him rang out at the same time, and his cannon didn't hit the shell just now. Although it is very close, there is still a deviation due to the depression angle.

The soldier's sense of honor made him quickly adjust his muzzle, and the results of the live-fire training of nearly 100 shells were revealed. A second round of artillery rang out, and the last tank, after a pause in the rear, rose into smoke and stopped. Musashi Guitian crawled out of the car with blood on his hands, but as soon as he showed half of his body, he was shot in the head by the snake Qiyi, who had already been aiming here, and Xiao Hefei next to him smiled and made a twenty-eight gesture.

The three infantry guns kept retreating, but one of them stopped because the gunner was hit by shrapnel from the grenadier. Niu XVIII was also knocked to the ground, but he lay on the ground, dragged the infantry cannon that almost overturned, and dragged the cannon down with two gunners.

"Get that cannon back!" Huang Huamin shouted and rushed over first, at this time, one more artillery defensive force, one more hope.

The grenadiers bombarded more intensively, and his heavy machine guns continued to fire at the gaps. In the blink of an eye, there were no more living people standing in the gap, only an infantry cannon splattered with sparks from bullets and clanging. Huang Huamin fell halfway and was dragged back by Deng Dayan, who was holding his injured arm and retreating.

The mortars on the head of the city also rang out continuously, firing back at the grenadiers that he had scattered, and in a short time he overturned seven or eight of them, greatly weakening the attack power of the grenadiers. But that gap was still the place where I tilted my ammunition, in a vain attempt to open the way into the city. The charging soldiers also rushed towards that side.

But without the threat of tanks, more than thirty MG-34 machine guns immediately appeared on the head of the city, instead of three or four as Hideo Nagagawa imagined. For a while, a large number of Yueben infantry who rushed to the city wall froze for a moment. The power of the machine guns in the morning had already spread, and even the most brave soldiers could not stop the death stamps on the metal bullets.

Some people wanted to see the commander behind them, while others wanted to rush all the way over, and in the chaos for a moment, the dense gunfire of MG-34 broke all calculations, leaving only a dead order.

The sunlight has been obscured by the smoke of gunpowder, but the light of the metal warhead has already shone brilliantly to the end of the life of everyone on the scene, and all this is recorded only by blood all over the ground.

A single machine-gun bullet could penetrate the chest of two or three soldiers in the wall in front of the opening, but sometimes the mutilated body of one soldier attracted three or four machine guns at the same time. Lying on the ground howling, wailing the fragility of life, standing sluggish but forgetting the silence of death.

"That's a lot of corpses!" Huang Huamin, who was in a coma with shrapnel in the head, woke up, his injuries were not very serious, he sat up on his knees, looked at the outside of the city wall, and only let out such a sigh for a long time.

Hideo Nagakawa had already vomited blood and was sent down. Even if you are sober, you will be taken down by Jiro Kurasaka. Only a hundred of the more than 800 Imperial soldiers who charged in the cluster this time escaped, and not many of the wounded on the battlefield were treated, only a dozen or so, and the rest of the wounded were killed by the sharpshooters. Nearly 900 Imperial soldiers had fallen here, and someone had to take charge.

Matsushita sighed slightly, and looked at Yanagi Qingmen, whose body was already cold, this nominal commander may be a glimmer of life in Nagagawa.

"Let me try again......" Hideo Nagagawa woke up, and before he could spit out all the firmness at the end of his first sentence, he was slapped back by his uncle.

"Fool, go back to Kyoto!" The general's words have already put an end to the fate of Hideo Nagagawa.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground in front of him, Jiro Kazaka tightened the white gloves on his hands.

"...... here," Tsurumo Matsushita asked hurriedly, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by Jiro Kurasaka's movements.

"Go to the city gates, it's better to attack!" Jiro Ribaka was silent for a moment after speaking, raised his eyes to look at the red flag with more than a dozen bullet holes on the city wall, and slowly took off the white glove in his right hand and threw it on the ground in the distance, where the soaked and undried blood immediately stained half of the white glove red.

"Just gone? It's really gone! Huang Huamin pulled the gauze wrapped by Rabbit Thirteen for him, and the shrapnel slashed against his forehead, leaving only an oblique scar. The level of Rabbit Thirteen bandaging is also okay, but it covers half of the eyes, and things are not very convenient. He watched him withdraw from this area, and after confirming it again and again, he was still a little uneasy, and asked Deng Dayan beside him.

Deng Dayan injured his left hind arm, but fortunately it was not very serious, and his arm was saved, but he didn't think about using the cannon again for a month. His famously big eyes are fine, and he still sees farther than the average person. He looked at it for a long time, looked back at Huang Huamin, blinked his eyes and said uncertainly: "It's really gone!" ”

I thought that the devils would definitely retaliate like crazy, and everyone except the sentries withdrew again, but after a long time, there was no movement at all.

"It's ...... Shing mun! Huang Huamin was about to make a joke, but he suddenly thought of the focus of the devil's attack, and he must have concentrated on the city gate.

"The teaching team is over there, isn't it as good as the militia group?" Deng joked with big eyes, but his face was solemn.

The strength of the devils is very strong, if it weren't for the fact that they happened to have a commander who underestimated the enemy, and the strength of the first battalion was also very strong, it was possible to be afraid of being breached, even if they defended, they were afraid that people would die. Even the first battalion's losses this time were not small, and looking at Niu Yi, who was standing quietly in front of the 98 soldiers who had died, Huang Huamin sighed slightly in his heart. As a result, the elite first battalion of this militia regiment is only the strength of a reinforced company.

This time, not only the first battalion, but even his subordinates, now there are only a dozen people left, and the threat of the devil's chariot guns and grenadiers is not in vain.

Eleven of the powerful German machine guns were also damaged, and three were damaged due to malfunction, but somehow Niu Yi and they took out more than a dozen, and they were still arranged at least one per squad, which made him itch in his heart, constantly guessing the origin of these weapons and the family background of the first battalion.

At that moment, a herald ran up quickly.

"The brigade headquarters ordered the first battalion of the *** security regiment to transfer the No. 51 defense area and adjust the Guanghuamen City Gate!"

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