"What's that?" On the city wall, one of Huang Huamin's soldiers shouted loudly.

"Stupid, didn't I tell you once? That's a tank! Huang Huamin knocked the soldier on the skull. There were only more than 60 people left in his battalion, and they were arranged by Yi Anhua next to the first battalion, which was not very numerous, which could be regarded as an auxiliary defense. Some of them can also help with the delivery of ammunition or something.

Huang Huamin has no opinion, but is happy to stay by the side of this very strange local militia group, both fighting and fighting, why is he not happy?

However, at this time, he was a little nervous, although he had not encountered it when he participated in the Battle of Songhu, but he was clear about the power of the tank. Even a machine gun can't penetrate these turtle shells, so you're in trouble!

"Those tanks are hard to deal with!" He came to Niu Yi, but unfortunately the Niu battalion commander didn't have much expression on his face, and he always looked rigid.

"It's not easy to deal with mortars, the accuracy of mortars is not easy to control, they don't hit directly, and it's difficult to penetrate its armor with shrapnel alone." Huang Huamin still said everything he knew, "Maybe we should organize a death squad to go down and use bundled grenades to stop it from approaching." ”

"The Type 89 tank, equipped with a Type 90 57 mm tank gun, a Type 91 6.5 mm machine gun, 17 mm frontal armor, and 15 mm side armor......." Rat San next to him held a telescope and said casually while observing.

"Non-dense mortar firing is not effective, cluster grenades have too many casualties, and it is recommended to use infantry guns."

"Wait, you still have infantry artillery?" Huang Huamin suddenly became interested and pulled Niu Yi's arm. Niu Yi's arm was very powerful, and he pulled it violently, almost making Huang Huamin fall.

"Three 37-mm infantry guns." Niu Yi didn't move again, and he figured out that Huang Huamin's actions were kind. These three German 37mm infantry guns were brought by rats, which is convenient and practical to deal with the tanks of the little devils.

"There are a total of three tanks down there, just right, these little devils!" Huang Huamin didn't care about Niu Yi's actions just now, but clenched his fists excitedly and said, "Go and call Deng Dayan, he is the best at playing infantry artillery!" ”

Hideo Nagagawa stood there a little sullenly, next to him was the staff officer of the wing, Tsurumo Matsushita. He brought three tanks from the wing to support Hideo Nagagawa.

In this regard, Hideo Nagagawa has a lot of opinions. In his eyes, only the cluster charge of the infantry was the perfect embodiment of the spirit of bushido. With the perfect combination of artillery and massive infantry, nothing can stand in the way. This kind of tank combat, he also admits that it is very strong, but these iron guys still have a lot of weaknesses, give him a small team of soldiers, he can quickly turn these clumsy iron guys into a big torch.

It was supposed to be a performance for him to redeem his honor, but now the protagonist is three tanks. So he had a very cold attitude towards Panasonic's admiration for tanks.

Panasonic disagreed, the temper of the eldest young master of the Nagagawa family was known to many people, and many of the things that their samurai family guarded could not be used on the battlefield. This is a war, a war that needs to be won by all means.

Hideo Nagagawa also had to admit that the effect of the tank was still very effective. On the opposite wall, the machine guns only tried for a while and then gave up, only to sneak up on the infantry following behind the tanks with cold guns. But with the cover of tanks, the casualties of the infantry hiding behind were not very large.

The tank gun of the Type 89 tank is not small, as long as there is a place to shoot, a shot back is a large splash of masonry. This also makes the sharpshooter shoot much less often.

As the tanks got closer, machine gun fire began to appear scattered on the city walls, constantly firing at the infantry behind the tanks. The tank's chariot guns immediately returned fire, and as soon as the guns went down, scattered machine gun parts fell on the walls. In a few moments, six machine-gun fire points were dumbfounded.

"I played very accurately today, and the results were good." Musashi Guida, the tank commander in tank No. 302, nodded with satisfaction, his tank had already knocked out three machine guns in a short period of time, which was not bad.

The battle continued, and more and more gun parts fell on the walls.

"At least fifteen have been knocked out!" Changchuan's heart moved, since half of the machine guns on the city wall had been gone, and more would soon be lost, the opportunity to redeem the honor had arrived. He turned to look at his staff officer and nodded slightly. The staff officer in the family who had come to take care of him naturally knew what he was saying.

The number of gun parts scattered on the city wall is still increasing, and while he is ecstatic, Xiao Hefei is grinning and following other soldiers to carry the waste gun parts. As soon as shrapnel from his chariot cannon or grenadier fell on the city, the soldier in charge of that direction would throw out more or less scrap parts from the place where the machine gun was hidden. Every time the machine gun rang out a few times, his chariot gun would hit accurately, and although he evacuated in time, he also lost three machine guns.

At first, the tank was still worried about the artillery at the head of the city, but later it turned out that only a few mortar shells fell on the head of the city, and except for the attack of the grenadiers scattered by the bombardment, very few fell on the top of the tank. The proximity may have had some effect on the tracks, but most of the energy of those mortars was drawn up by the grenadiers. Realizing that there was no threat to them from the top of the city, the tank gradually accelerated towards the base of the wall. A section of the moat there was already filled with debris from earlier, and with the pontoon bridge that had not been blown up, it was no problem to rush through.

"They have a maximum of three or four machine guns." Changchuan roughly estimated that under the threat of tank guns and grenadiers, the few remaining machine guns could not play a big role. If you don't take the opportunity to wash away the shame, you can only return to China in disgrace.

"Order all the soldiers, attack in groups!" He looked at the staff officer who was already standing behind him, and ordered firmly. Matsushita next to him was taken aback and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, the resistance at the head of the city was already very weak, and the sound of the unique machine gun could no longer be heard.

He had seen this kind of machine gun, it seemed to be a machine gun newly equipped by the Germans, thinking of the good relationship between the Germans and the Chinese political axe before, he sighed in his heart, the country still did not do enough in diplomacy to win over the Germans!

"Ahh The soldiers who charged from behind really rushed over like a tide, and the soldiers who were cautiously hiding behind the tanks in front also straightened their backs, ready to do the last distance of the impact with the swarming companions from behind.

Hideo Nagagawa looked at the surging tide of soldiers, and a kind of satisfied joy arose in his heart. He looked at his Shaozuo military card, and thought of his uncle's general's military uniform with regret, and then thought: "If you are wearing the general's military uniform, standing on the tower of Nanjing, and watching the tide of imperial soldiers passing below, what kind of mood should it be!" ”

The three loud bangs under the city made Changchuan, who was in a state of illusion, hurriedly look, but saw that a tank had caught fire, and another tank was no longer moving, and in the distance, three infantry guns were erected in the low gap of the city wall.