"Boom, boom......"

The little devil bombarded with all his strength, the shells whistling and the explosion were deafening, and the fat man shrank in the lightning protection ditch, feeling a little strange.

When he looked up, he saw that the shells had landed a little wrong, and there were many fake anti-tank cones that had landed in front of the anti-tank trenches.

Artillery does not kill or injure soldiers, but actually bombards counterfeit anti-tank cones?

It seems that the little devils have discovered that in addition to the interruption of positions, the anti-tank cones on the high ground on both sides are all impostors, cleaned up with artillery, and are charging.

There was also an anti-tank trench, but he was not in a hurry.

What he was anxious about at the moment was that the little devil would come up quickly, so that he would not spend too much time in the position of the 308th Division.

After all, Hukou Mountain may be attacked again by the little devil at any time, and he has to hurry up and do what he has planned for a long time.

The little devil dispatched more than 20 tanks, close to the strength of two squadrons, and prepared to take the position of the 308th Division.

All kinds of artillery still kept bombarding the high ground where the fat man was, cleaning up the counterfeit anti-tank cones, and the shells then beckoned to the bunkers, anyway, they didn't stop for a moment, trying to kill and wound the resistance of the 308th Division.

The sand kicked up by the explosion of the shells almost buried the fat man squatting in the lightning protection ditch.

He took a sip, spit out saliva with mud and sand, and said indignantly: "The spicy one next door, is it great to have a cannon?" ”

Aggrieved!

In the face of the little devil's artillery superiority, he has no problem, if he leads the flying army to fight this battle, he will never nest in the lightning protection ditch and be artillery.

The artillery fire of the little devils bombarded the high ground on the side of the fat man of the 308th Division for half an hour before it weakened.

Adjutant Cheng looked at the artillery fire weakened. Bow your head and shake the dirt off your helmet. Let the rear stand up. Climbed out of the lightning protection ditch, lay on the bunker to take a look, and exclaimed: "The little devil is up, there are still about five hundred meters!" ”

The fat man lowered his head and shook his head to let the dirt on the steel helmet fall, raised his head, and said to Adjutant Cheng: "According to the plan in advance, let the brothers retreat a hundred meters away!" ”

Adjutant Cheng nodded hurriedly, cat-hued. The herald went.

The little devil's artillery fire was still sporadically suppressing the position of the 308th Division, and seeing that it was not counterattacked, the little devil's artillery fire also stopped, and Tie Wangba's artillery accelerated a lot, and the infantry behind followed Tiewangba's trotting all the way.

The fat man climbed out of the lightning protection ditch, didn't look at it, and led the nearby soldiers to evacuate backwards.

A regiment on the high ground, all the staff evacuated to a hundred meters away, and there was no artillery greeting from the little devil here, so they all sighed that the little devil's artillery hit accurately.

A regiment of soldiers lay on the ground. The fat man hid behind a protruding rock and watched the Iron King Eight getting closer and closer. Immediately ordered one of the death squads to gather behind him with two mortar shells and wait for his order.

"Fat Liu, how will the armored vehicle cooperate in a while?" Kong Ning leaned over and asked.

"After the little devil's Iron King Ba fell into the anti-tank trench, you and Zhou Youfu drove to strafe the little devil's infantry!"

"Okay!" Kong Ning nodded, returned to the armored car, and explained that Zhou Youfu was ready to shoot at any time.

"Adjutant Cheng, let all the soldiers in the regiment equip, as long as the little devil's Iron King Ba falls into the anti-tank trench, you will shoot the little devil infantry, and the fat man will lead the death squad." The fat man explained.

Adjutant Cheng hesitated for a while, the task of the death squad was to rush forward and blow up the Iron King Ba, the degree of danger can be imagined, he wanted to go by himself, but seeing that the fat man was so resolute, he couldn't say anything.

"When a daredevils fall, you immediately let the fighters rush up and fill it!" The fat man saw his hesitation and said.

"Rest assured, at this moment of crisis for the survival of the nation, there is no one in the 308th Division!" Adjutant Cheng nodded and said.

The fat man knows that they are not bad, what kind of division commander they have, what kind of soldiers can be brought out.

It's just that Master Feng doesn't open his mind, and he doesn't wake up with the brains of the soldiers under his hands.

The soldier brought in mortar shells, one of which he hung on his chest and the other in his hand, and padded it, and it was very generous.

The small steel cannon of the little devil is 81 mm caliber, while the national * army is 82 caliber.

This is the tricky mind of the decision-makers of the national government, even if the little devil captures the mortar shells of the national * army, because of the large caliber, it cannot be stuffed and cannot be used.

But if the national * army captures the small steel cannon shells of the little devils and easily puts them into the 82 mm mortar, although the difference is a little bit, the mortar can be used, at most there is a slight error in the landing point.

Now the caliber of mainstream mortars in the world is 81 mm, and the mortars of the national * army are simply a treasure.

He looked at the drool, and when the battle was over, he was ready to get a few doors from Jiang Lai.

Because the attack was not blocked, and only the defense artillery that had been interrupted by the defense line occasionally fired back with a single shot, the little devil was very fast.

In particular, the little devil's Iron King Ba has already left his infantry and rushed to the high ground like a crazy bull, vowing revenge for the fake anti-tank cone teasing of the 308th Division.

A few minutes later, the first Iron King Eight of the little devils had already appeared in front of the anti-tank trench, and more than twenty Iron King Eight threw the little devil infantry out of a distance of dozens of meters.

The fat man drove the little devil's Type 94 cavalry armored car, and the driving experience was unusually painful.

The cab is too small, even turning around is difficult, not only aggrieved, but also easy to fatigue, the most terrible thing is that the observation window is not much bigger than the little finger, which seriously affects the driver's line of sight, almost can only look at level, more than ten meters away can hardly see the road situation.

The anti-tank trench was built on the high ground again, and the little devil Iron King Eight rushed up, and he couldn't see the situation of the anti-tank trench at all, just as an ordinary trench, and rushed over.

The most terrible thing is that the little devil Iron King Eight threw the infantry dozens of meters away, and no one warned the danger on the road at all.

The charge of the Iron King Eight was unceremoniously, and the spirit of the little devil's invincible King Eight was brought into full play.

It's just that what awaits them will be a nightmare!

Rushing to the top was a Type 97 medium tank, the plaster flag on the car was unusually piercing, and the momentum of the tracks crushing everything rushed to the anti-tank trench.

It's just that the Type 97 medium tank shows off its power in just a moment!

With a loud bang, the front of the Type 97 medium tank plunged into the anti-tank trench, and because the walls of the anti-tank trench were supported by logs, the Type 97 medium tank became a little stressed, and the rear of the vehicle was warped up at once.

The driver was almost shocked out of the plane by the fall of the Type 97 medium tank, and the car shock caused by the huge impact directly made the driver hit the meat dishes.

The first Iron King Eight was deflated, and the next 20 or so Iron King Eight all plunged headlong into the anti-tank trench one after another, and all of them were cocked.

The drivers of the more than 20 Iron King Eight cars were either knocked unconscious or hit so that their heads buzzed, and they all lost their reactions for a while.

The driver, who reacted, soon found out that even Amaterasu couldn't save them even when he came...... (To be continued.) )