"Retreat!"

When the fifth multi-turret steel monster appeared, a dozen people from the two death squads were beaten into a sieve by the machine guns that protected each other before they could reach it. Numata Tazo painfully recalled the remaining death squad and gave the order to retreat. Knowing the power of tanks, he knew that without the support of artillery, all that awaited his soldiers was to be slaughtered.

Seeing that the soldiers were evacuating, the T-26S tank rushed up, mixed with three different tanks, the same fast.

Numata Takazo had already noticed the three tanks, and the style was also a bit Soviet-Russian.

"Could it be that they are behind the Russians?" He exclaimed. The 2nd Army had been on guard for the north for so long, and there was no movement of the Russians. Who would have thought that they would ambush a pawn here?

The T-35 was still driving unhurriedly, their weight of more than 52 tons made it unable to keep up with its speed, but the 76.2mm main gun kept roaring, and the two 45mm secondary guns on both sides were also rotating, constantly chasing their targets.

A soldier screamed and jumped out of a nearby trench, holding a cluster grenade that was about to pull away, but his arms were broken by the machine gun on another T-35 next to him, and the cluster grenade fell back into the trench on the ground. The impact of the machine gun pushed him to the ground, and as he was about to get up on his elbows, a wall of steel tracks stained with bloody dirt appeared in front of him.

"Smack!" The sound of a watermelon shattering was faintly audible in the rumbling of the engine, and only the deep imprint of the track running over it, a piece of flesh and blood in the shape of a human form, which had fertilized the wildflowers and weeds here for many years.

No matter how bulky the tank is, it can run faster than the infantry, especially a tank like the T-26S, which is in a group of three, and rushes directly behind the devil soldiers. They were not in a hurry to rush forward, but just covered each other, and kept firing with machine guns in the rear.

Numata Duojiazang lowered his head in pain, he didn't defend it, he chose to flee either, the outside of the city was empty, some houses had already been demolished, and there was no place to hide.

The infantry, who only took rifles, faced the tank, and only helplessness remained. No matter how sharp the bayonets on their 38 rifles were, they couldn't penetrate the armor of these tanks.

"Boom!" A T-26S tank stopped, and a devil rushed to the front of the car with a cluster grenade that was pulled open, blowing up the tracks. The devil soldiers who couldn't escape followed suit, and for a while, even if the tanks were surrounded by each other, three tanks were damaged.

"Da Da Da!" Suomi of the vanguard infantry rushed up and cleared the remnants of the enemy with Suomi in a place where the tanks could not be seen.

"Steady! Don't be too protruding! Wu Sanshan shouted. As a maintenance technician, he also drove tanks, and he was quick to get started with new tanks, and was promoted to tank commander early. The No. 5 car he commanded was a T-35, and as soon as he saw it, he was fascinated by it. In the three years of contact in the Central Army, the tank has never seen such a large one.

"This is the steel chariot, and those are children's stuff!" He muttered while looking at the T-26S tank charging in front of him with some unwillingness, when he was in the Central Army, he had seen this kind of old Maozi tank, although there were some differences, but they were very similar.

But these are compared with the T-35 with five turrets, and the firepower is simply not on the same level. It's a pity that they are too bulky, and just now they directly crushed the stone slab at the city gate, which made him realize that this kind of tank is only afraid that it will be useless in some places. He listened to the jingling bullet bites outside, and couldn't help but be a little worried, his huge body also became a huge target at the same time, he was not afraid of bullets, but under all kinds of artillery, he was afraid that this kind of tank would be bad. He felt the armor everywhere, and knew that it was still a little thin.

"If only the armor of this tank had been thicker!" He imagined a more perfect sample of the tank.

"Commander, there's a signal ahead, pay attention to the trench!" Cheng Shifei, who was in charge of observation next to him, reminded.

"Trench, pay attention! The devil in my heart! Wu Sanshan shouted, eleven people in the car, not shouting, under the rumbling engine sound, I am afraid that no one will be able to hear.

The trench is not wide, only less than three meters, and the T-26S tank can jump over it, not to mention the T-35 with a capacity of 4.6 meters across the trench, and there are no living people in the trench. The T-26S tanks in front had been cleared, and the accompanying Suomi infantry had re-fired each potentially threatening corpse.

The tanks chased after them in a hurry, causing many of the devil soldiers to fall behind, and the appearance of the T-35 shattered their desire to escape. With five machine guns and three guns, harvesting life is easier than harvesting wheat. Wherever such a combination falls, a piece of wheat falls.

The five T-35 tanks formed a line and pushed straight forward, leaving only flesh crushed into the dirt.

"Call the artillery team and carry out indiscriminate bombardment in the direction of my first to second frontline positions!" Numata Takazo reluctantly gave such an order, and was chased by the tank, and he couldn't escape.

"Boom, boom!" After a while, the devil's artillery fire began to extend, and the smoke of gunpowder shrouded the fleeing devil and the tank in front of him.

The smoke cleared, and in several areas where the shells were dense, in addition to the five tanks that were already lying on their stomachs, the corpses of devils were also poured on the ground.

"Barrage cover, retreat!" Numata Takazo used the combined attack method of infantry and artillery to retreat, but under the threat of artillery, this did block the speed of the tank's advance.

The sound of an airplane's engine was heard in the sky.

Kono was overjoyed, and when he looked up, he saw the logo of five yellow stars on a red background on six planes.

"Da Da Da!" The three machine guns on the BF-109B were no weaker than the tanks, and they fired directly at the panicked devil soldiers, and flew all the way, leaving behind a long line of corpses and wails lying on the ground.

Six planes circled back to attack again, and in the distance, twelve fighters were escorting five Stuka towards the Devil artillery position.

"Call the artillery position, there are planes, transfer quickly! Rapid transfer! Kono shouted.

"Call the artillerymen and let them run!" Numata Tazo closed his eyes tightly and let his guards carry him back. At the speed of an airplane, flying such a few miles is not a blink of an eye, where will the artillery have time to transfer positions. The division and regiment do not have too many anti-aircraft weapons, and the artillery will definitely not be able to be saved, so it is better to stay alive and rebuild the artillery team in the future.

On the other side of the river was a 75-mm mountain artillery position, and the three 20-mm anti-aircraft guns were destroyed by the planes after only a symbolic resistance. The rest is all about Stuka's showtime. When the third mountain gun was destroyed, the shell pile was also detonated by the swooping Stuka, and the remaining nine mountain guns were destroyed in one rush.

Yi Fuen screamed, stabilizing the plane that was constantly shaking in the air waves rising into the sky, and the bomb that hit the ammunition pile just now was his masterpiece. He just graduated from the Central Aviation School last year, and he was worried that something would happen to his father who stayed at Qilu University, so he came back to persuade him to go to Wuhan with him. But he was rushed to the registration point of the Pioneer Army by his father and temporarily seconded to the Pioneer Army.

Faced with the hands of the gods from all walks of life who came over after the victory in the air battle, Meng Xiang proposed a plan to replace people, and exchanged twelve planes for ten pilots at the cost of one plane for one pilot. As a result, Yi Fuen was transferred from secondment to a full member of the flight group directly under the 41st Division.

"Well done!" Chen Ruitian's praise came from his ears. Chen Ruixi was exchanged for two planes, and before that he was already an instructor at the aviation school, he also served as a squadron leader in the 3rd Group of the Guangzhou Air Force. Meng Xiang had some impressions of this person who was only half of his Chinese blood, but was proud of his Chinese blood. At that time, overseas Chinese in the United States came to support the war of resistance, but they have not received due attention, not only because of the lack of planes and lack of funds.

The identity of the pseudo-military fan of the mixed forum played a role again, and after thinking hard for a day, Meng Xiang put together a list of ten people, except for the few heavenly kings who said that Zhongtian could not get it, and the other few who had some memories were all put into the exchange list by him.

"Boom again!" Huang Mianyang shouted. He went to the United States with his father, who was a businessman, and grew up in the United States, witnessed the pity of the Chinese people in the United States, and was determined to strengthen the motherland, but he was also the object of exchange.

For the exchange, the authorities are even more happy, there are still hundreds of pilots, but there is an urgent shortage of aircraft, several air battles have consumed nearly half, and twelve planes can also solve the urgent need for a while. And for Meng Xiang, with the manufacturing capacity of the base, there are many more planes than pilots, and being idle is also idle. In the name of donations, he knocked back a lot of black hands that came over, which can be regarded as a positive side, and the pilots who supported him even got benefits.

"Directions***, ***." Feng San's cold voice of reporting on the devil's artillery position came from his ears, and a few people didn't care, in the two or three days of adapting to the aircraft training, they had been in contact with Feng San and the others, and they had become accustomed to their style. Although the expression is cold, it is indeed the style of a standard soldier, and there is no mess of things. This is the most comfortable place for a few people.

"Enemy planes are spotted ahead, flying towards you. Arrive in 5 minutes. A cold voice came from his ears.

"I wonder how they know?" Yi Fuen muttered quietly. But there were examples of this in training, where several people speculated that there were spies near the airport and used radio contact, but there were so many difficulties that in the end it became a question mark.

"You have to pay attention!" Liu Zhesheng, who was escorting the BF-109B, reminded. He was still not famous at this time, and he was not the number one double ace, but he was replaced by a plane.

"It's okay, you can attack another artillery position." Chen Rui replied that five minutes can do a lot of things.

The coordinates provided by Feng San were very close, and in less than half a minute, Stuka's bomb had already landed there. This time, Feng Qi opened first, and a 120mm howitzer was blown up with a single dive.

The other four Stuka also took turns attacking, three of the four 20-mm small-caliber anti-aircraft guns had been destroyed, and the remaining one was also lying next to a corpse.

"I'm five!" Huang Yiyang licked his dry lips and smiled, "If it's a plane, I'm an ace!" ”

"Go back and fly the fighter again, whatever you choose!" Chen Ruixi also smiled. These pilots have to fly Stuka and fly fighter jets. Both have to be practiced anyway to cope with the pilot's nervous situation. The fighter is a little easier to fly, but this Stuka was contacted for a while before he got the hang of it.

"They are short of pilots!" Chen Rui thought about it, and couldn't help but think of a few of his old friends who were not very ambitious, "There are enough planes here, it's better to be in the blue sky than to sit in the office!" ”