"Quick! Fast! There is ** city ahead, everything there is yours! The gold, silver, and beautiful women are all yours! Even though he was a little tired after crossing the Yellow River, Kono Kuhei was still encouraging his men. The exploits of the empire in the capital of China stimulated every imperial soldier.

As soon as they crossed the Yellow River, the tens of thousands of troops on the opposite side immediately retreated, Kono knew that they were already victors.

Not only did he think so, but the smooth attack all the way made his entire brigade also in a state of general excitement.

"Someone is shooting ahead!" The herald came to report.

"Rush over! Crush them! Kono shouted excitedly with a wave of his command knife. Along the way, a few such people or even a dozen people came together to block a lot of sporadic attacks, but they were all defeated by him one by one, and regarded the living people as targets for recruits to train their courage.

No special formation is required to deal with them. When most of their brigade rushed through a small gentle dirt slope, they saw the people who were holding them back. However, there were a lot of them, hundreds of them, and there were one or twenty tanks in front of them.

"Tanks?" When Kono saw this, he thought he was dazzled.

"Hallucinations?" Kono had seen Imperial tanks, but at most, he had only seen more than twenty of them during the parade. But now, it seems that there are more than 20 of them, right?

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! After the continuous shelling, Kono could clearly see the smoke coming from the muzzle of the tank in front of him, so that he finally confirmed that it was not an illusion.

"Russians?" Kono, who was lying on the ground, didn't know how to face this situation for a while, except for a mechanical shout. In his cognition, the people of China should not have tanks, and the red logo on the tank suddenly reminded him of Soviet Russia.

One of the soldiers in front of him stood up, shouted and summoned up his proud courage, raised his rifle and rushed forward. But immediately, a rain of metal bullets from the tank's machine gun broke him into a dozen pieces, and the largest one was scattered in front of Kono.

"Hidden! Lie down! Lie down! Don't get up! Kono just shouted in vain, but where could there be a place to hide on the high dirt slope?

After lying down, it could not stop the bombardment of the 45 mm caliber tank guns of the T26S tank. Not far from Kono, two crooked machine gun bullets clanged into the 25 mm front armor, but they never made a hole.

"Go back!" Kono shouted vigorously.

The terrain of the small dirt slope made it possible to temporarily withstand direct bombardment from tank guns.

The yellow uniforms fluttered, and the dust that crawled backwards set off a wave of dirt. The larger waves of earth in the middle were the impact of the cannonballs.

But their retreat did not seem to be as fast as the advance of the tank, as if the tank that was sprinting at full speed rushed through the middle four or five hundred meters in the blink of an eye and rushed to the front.

"If only the two infantry guns that landed on the bank of the river were there!" Kono's thought was extinguished by himself as soon as it arose, "Two cannons can block a dozen tanks?" ”

"The Russians went to war?" Kono's mind was left with only one thought, and for the immediate crisis, the entry of the Russians into the war was a greater threat to the empire. Without their shot, how could the people of China have tanks? Even if you give them tanks, they won't necessarily drive!

"You have to make sure and find a chance to get it out!" Kono gritted his teeth and shouted to a nearby herald, "Go back, go back quickly." Tell the wing, there are tanks of the Soviets! ”

The herald was very clever, and immediately turned low and ran away, but he was not far before he was struck in two ends with a machine gun by a tank that had already rushed over the dirt slope. For the sake of logistical convenience, the machine gun on the T-26S tank was replaced by engineers with the MG-34, which was more powerful. The proximity to the base makes it possible not to worry about ammunition. So a dense rain of bullets covered the entire position.

"Ahh Kono snorted miserably, and a bullet hit his arm, immediately tearing off his left forearm, and the blood that spurted out instantly stained the loess beside him reddish-brown.

"Grenades!" A staff officer not far from him, Jia He Ming, shouted loudly.

Immediately, three soldiers got up and rushed over with grenades that were quickly tied. But the dense rain of bullets instantly drenched their bodies, leaving only patches of red blood flying. The other two prostrate soldiers did not escape the rain of bullets, and one or two dozen tanks rushed in a staggered manner, guarding each other and protecting each other, and there were no dead spots in the open field. The occasional oversights were compensated for by the soldiers who followed them.

"It's a Shina man!" Kono finally saw the face of a soldier with his own eyes, not through a telescope that had been shattered by a rain of bullets in the first place. The soldier's foot was next to his face, and then he saw the muzzle of a pistol with a black hole.

"Phew"

In the notebook under Kono's pale arm, a Soviet Russian inscription was not yet finished.

Koga escaped the first wave of steel, but before he could gather the surviving soldiers, more than a dozen tanks appeared in front of him.

Koga looked at the dozen or so tanks that were chasing the fleeing soldiers, and then looked back at the steel monster that was approaching step by step, and couldn't help but sigh, raised Kono's command knife and rushed forward.

The machine gun swept over, and Koga fell directly without feeling pain, falling under the tracks of the tank's advance, and was instantly crushed into a ball of mud.

"Two kilometers ahead, the enemy's baggage troops have been spotted!" A command tank carried a report from the reconnaissance officer ahead. There was no radio on the T-26, which was very inconvenient, so Meng Xiang had to produce another radio and let them carry their own light radio. But except for the command tank, the others have not yet been fully installed.

Three small flags stretched out, and a few flags were crossed. The 35 tanks gathered together again and rushed in that direction, and the soldiers behind jumped into the military trucks that came behind them and accompanied them. Only one damaged tank remained, which was nervously repaired by the engineer and the pig warrior who got off the two trucks.

Half an hour later, on another piece of blood-stained land, only a dozen soldiers were cleaning the battlefield.

In the distance, a cloud of black smoke rushed straight to the bank of the Yellow River with a roar.

Two hours later, the troops crossing the river came under fire from armored artillery. Both pontoon bridges were blown up, and the two brigades that had already crossed the river temporarily blocked the attack of unknown forces under the improvised fortifications that had been erected.

Half an hour later, another round of more intense artillery fire was launched, and the dense artillery fire overshadowed the artillery supporting the other side for a while.

"It's still a large-caliber artillery!" Meng Xiang, who was listening to the live radio broadcast in the center of the base, couldn't help but sigh. Tanks are good, but they are understaffed, and the more than thirty tanks at the moment are already all. And now the tank guns are a little less powerful than the artillery. Worried about the loss of artillery fire, Meng Xiang specially sent out his oversized artillery battalion.

Although the armor of the T-26S has been thickened, the frontal armor is 25 mm thick, but the thin armor on other sides is still dangerous for infantry weapons. Meng Xiang, who didn't understand how dangerous it was, simply stopped the tank attack and let the 75 field guns that had already supported the artillery battalion in the past bombard first.

Six German-made 105mm LE.FH18 howitzers immediately suppressed the artillery on the other side of the river.

The shelling of shells without skimping received good results. After half an hour of heavy shelling, when the artillery fire on the opposite bank began to fall silent, thirty-three tanks once again started their roaring engines.

The steel tracks crushed all the creatures that had been baptized by artillery fire. The small intestine wrapped around the track does not block the rotation of the track wheels, and the blood-soaked earth does not dent the steel plates of the track.

The shattered improvised fortifications could no longer stop the rain of bullets. The sound of bullets piercing the air for a moment drowned out the screams that were running out.

The artillery fire on the opposite bank began to roar again, but the six 105 howitzers immediately began to counterattack and suppress, and even the 75 field guns joined the suppression group. For a while, the density of artillery over there was noticeably reduced a lot.

On the riverbank here, the protagonist of the steel armor is still the protagonist, and the black-brown blood stains have covered the steel color on the tracks. The barrage interwoven into a network tore apart my surname one by one.

"Plop, plop!" There were already some people who couldn't help it and jumped directly into the Yellow River, but the Yellow River, which was more turbid than thousands of years of blood and tears, immediately submerged these creatures from other lands.

"Ahh Yikes! His screams finally took on the appearance of some surnames, but this did not impress the cold metal death in the slightest.

An hour later, there was no screaming on both sides of the Yellow River, only artillery fire was still bombarding the opposite bank.

At this time, the planes of the army arrived belatedly, but the six planes were greeted by a salvo of twelve 40-mm Bofors anti-aircraft guns. By the time one plane after another fell freely from the sky, the battlefield had been cleaned up. Tanks and artillery were slowly retreating.

13 tanks were damaged, 4 tanks were completely damaged, and 78 people were killed, most of the damage came from the bombardment of the army's artillery.

2,345 soldiers were annihilated and six planes were shot down. Captive, none.

The battle in which steel was the protagonist ended with a complete victory for the vanguard with less than 100 casualties.

"Report, there is also a brigade of the enemy army marching in the direction of Jinan." Meng Xiang quickly got this information, and after the army crossed the Yellow River, he immediately divided his troops into two routes. A brigade quickly followed behind the defeated Gu Liangmin and attacked in the direction of Zhou Village. Unfortunately, it was not long before the tank battalion that the Vanguard Army quickly rushed over. However, the other brigade was fully prepared before slowly rushing towards Jinan City.

They didn't expect Han Fuyu to flee without a fight, and Han Fuyu couldn't imagine that the loopholes in the Yellow River defense line were lost and regained. Moreover, it also shocked the army on the other side of the river, constantly pondering the joints and halting the pace of the offensive.

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