In the early morning...the wilderness was filled with smoke, floating between the woods and shrubs, and there was not even a bird's cry around it. It was terriblely quiet.

Suddenly, a yellowish figure appeared in the scope and flashed among the bushes. After a moment, two identical shadows emerged from the woods next to them and approached the former.

"boom!"

The gunner in the Greyhound armored vehicle opened fire without hesitation. The 37mm tank cannon hit the bush with a whoosh. The dirt and woods were mixed with some flesh and blood.

"Master Dao, you're fighting well!"

"This should be the 22nd, right?"

"Nonsense, the one shot just now was reimbursed at least three times. It's really not a pity to win each shot."

The other companions in the armored vehicle praised him excitedly, but the gunner was not at all disturbed. The goatee on his lips trembled slightly. While thinking about Wuliang Tianzun, he loaded the shells again.

"Don't stand there, move quickly!"

The captain could clearly see from the telescope the three Japanese incomplete bodies lying on the ground motionless. He probably wanted to touch them and reconnaissance the situation when it was dawn.

The driver didn't dare to be careless and immediately started the car and moved to the side, hiding behind a piece of earthen wall.

Within two minutes, the Japanese bombardment came as scheduled. Several 92 Infantry Cannon shells slapped at the position where the gun had just been fired. The few people in the car could even feel the slight vibration on the ground.

"Damn it, the Japanese really can't lose money!"

The commander cried into the car and closed the top cover. Including them... The Third Battalion of the Warriors has only two Greyhound armored vehicles and a 75mm anti-tank destroyer left, and there is still a problem with the rear track of the destroyer, so it is basically impossible to move.

After venting a wave of anger, the Japanese did not continue to waste ammunition. The battlefield became silent again, but under this calm, a greater crisis seemed to be brewing.

Qiu Changfu, the battalion commander of the Third Battalion of the Tank, immediately arranged manpower to arrange minefields and build a defensive position.

This is a small village surrounded by mountains on both sides. In front of it is an open land with steep mountain walls as support. They retreated here using the night light last night, and the remaining twelve heavy trucks of the transportation regiment were parked in the village.

Perhaps the failure of several consecutive positional wars made the Japanese army more intelligent. Before Ren'anqiang was surrounded, the Japanese sent this mobile unit to sneak attack the rear to disintegrate the enemy's main attack. This time they really gave them a chance to catch it.

If the entire transportation team had not been long, it would have been wiped out after a wave of attacks. Now the few remaining soldiers could only hide in this mountain village to preserve some of the supplies and wait for their own support as much as possible.

Now all around are surrounded by Japanese troops, and the remaining more than 500 people have become turtles in the jar, so the Japanese are not in a hurry to attack and teasing them like cats and rats.

"Bail Commander Qiu, the mines have been buried, and I have asked them to make a lot of explosive packs. How do we fight next?"

The commander of the Transportation Corps, Bian Hua, is a middle-aged officer with gray hair. Although he is the leader of the first regiment, his military rank is like Qiu Changfu, and he obeys the latter by his order.

"Do you have any other cannons?"

"No, you know that the supplies of the large number of transport troops are mainly light weapons and ammunition supplies. The only heavy equipment is those 105 howitzers, but were they all exploded, right?" Bian Hua explained truthfully.

"Oh... leave two hundred people as a reserve team, and the others are divided into two groups, so that they can establish defense lines at the west end of the village, don't gather together, and the machine gun positions are opened a little. When the Japanese come up later, try to kill the enemy at medium and long distances, and don't let the Japanese get close."

Qiu Changfu made arrangements solemnly. At present, all the logistics transport soldiers have brought weapons to the defense. Although there are not many people, they are not short of weapons and equipment. The dozen vehicles of ammunition and various types of guns are enough for a regiment to be armed.

It’s just a pity that those heavy artillery could not be transferred quickly, so in order to avoid falling into the opponent, they could only endure the pain and blow it up all last night, otherwise they could still bombard him with the bitch.

Moreover, the transport soldiers are logistics forces after all, and they have no combat experience. To put it bluntly, most of them are the elderly, weak, sick and disabled people eliminated from the frontline troops, and it is difficult to ensure combat effectiveness. Especially when facing the Japanese devils who are like wolves and tigers, I am afraid that many people now have weak legs.

As if he saw the other party's concern, the transport regiment commander lined up seriously and assured: "Battleman Qiu, don't worry, our mobs have nothing to say, but it's time for life and death. Those kids also know that if they don't fight to the death, they will die. No matter what, they will not lose the majesty of our 88th Army."

"I hope so."

Qiu Changfu was not only worried about this. There were at least two thousand Japanese outside the encirclement, and there were also many infantry artillery. Even if a fully armed infantry battalion was placed here, it would be a big deal.

The telegram for help has been sent out. The troops closest to them are the Armored Brigade and the Third Division's Third Division's Third Division, but it will take two days to come from there. Moreover, the Japanese are likely to set up an ambush halfway and attack the aid. Maybe they will not be able to arrive if they are killed and support is not necessarily the case.

Just leave your fate to do your best. Qiu Changfu thought silently that if he knew it would be the current situation, he would stop the Chief of Staff from taking the troops away no matter what.

call out…

"Battery Commander, be careful!"

The guard next to him threw Qiu Changfu, who was still thinking about it, to the ground. After a moment, the Japanese shells began to explode around. The thatched houses in the small village instantly turned into a pile of powder, and they could not be preserved under the power of the shells.

The explosion kept ringing in my ears, and the soldiers of the transport regiment could only cover their ears and hide in various dug foxholes to avoid all this.

"Come out!"

The Japanese army would not give them more time to breathe. Under the leadership of sergeants holding samurai swords, countless Japanese soldiers rushed forward with rifles shouting.

The battle last night clearly showed that the Chinese people I encountered were just a second-rate enemy force. In their eyes, even if the other party built a defensive position, the small village in front of them would be flattened just by walking around, and there was no difficulty at all.

The Japanese artillery fire did not last long, and fast mobile troops like them could not carry too much ammunition, so it was even more impossible to let go of firepower suppression. Just a few infantry cannons were about to hit a round of strong momentum, and they did not expect to kill many enemies.

The Japanese soldiers who entered the range immediately set up the machine gun fire point and opened fire to the village. The Japanese who were charging forward were very fast, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to a range of two hundred meters from the village.

At this time, the defensive troops seemed to be stunned by the bombing. Except for the two Greyhound armored vehicles that were firing, no one else had any decent reaction.

"Let's open fire, grass! Why are you all standing there?"

The officers quickly commanded their respective soldiers to start counterattack. For a moment, gunfire sounds on the positions and countless bullets flew towards the oncoming Japanese devils.

Although their marksmanship is not very good, they can win by quantity, with almost no cover within a distance of one or two hundred meters. The dense firepower takes away the lives of one Japanese after another.

When the Japanese commander saw that the attack was blocked, he didn't care about the shells anymore. He pulled the 92 infantry cannons up and rushed to the opposite side, covering the charge troops to approach the opponent's position.

Most veterans on the battlefield will judge the general landing point when they hear the sound of shells. If they are on their heads, they will immediately look for cover. As long as they are not large-caliber heavy artillery and dodge in time, it is generally nothing.

However, the inexperienced transport regiment soldiers did not have these skills. Due to the lack of anti-aircraft awareness, the four-fall shells caused considerable casualties to the soldiers. Several machine gun positions that had not had time to be transferred were blown to pieces on the spot.

The firepower on the position suddenly dropped, and the Japanese army took the opportunity to organize a new round of charge again. Because they were too large, the top troops had already penetrated 30 meters in front of the position in a short while.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

I thought I could break the enemy's defense line in one go, but unexpectedly, the opponent buried many S-shaped mines at the front of the position. The Japanese, who had no idea of ​​the depth, stepped on it, and more than a dozen "bounce Betty" flew into the air and exploded in the Japanese team.

Thousands of steel balls were piercing through the Japanese body at an initial speed of 300 meters per second. The range of killing of each thunder jump reached 20 meters, and it was 360 degrees without dead corners.

In the blink of an eye... all the Japanese soldiers who stepped onto the death trap fell to the ground in pain with their thighs. Some of the unlucky guys even broke their descendants' roots, which made them so painfully...

"Note that the right side rushed over!"

"Don't let the devils get close!"

"Master Dao, quickly knock out the firepower point in front!"

The two Greyhound armored vehicles were fully fired and kept harvesting the lives of Japanese soldiers. The gunner, who they called "Dao Ye" was even more terrifying. They retreated, loaded, and fired... The movement was done in one go, and the speed was as fast as a clockwork installation. The 37mm tank cannon made him play the effect of a sniper rifle. He could definitely take away several of them with one shot, which was so efficient that he was scary.

The unmovable destroyer behind was also firing. Although the gun barrel could not be fired in a curved manner, it could still exert firepower to the rear of the Japanese army at the maximum elevation angle. It would be better to cause some deterrence.

It is difficult to maintain the sustainability of the attack in the face of huge casualties, and the Japanese had to temporarily choose to retreat. The enemy was not as weak as they thought.

The Japanese commander's sinister face was covered with frost, and his eyes were coldly staring at the two armored vehicles that had just started killing in the battle. These two iron guys used the walls as cover to advance and retreat, just like two mountains stuck at the gates of their charges. At least 50% of the casualties in the army were caused by them.
Chapter completed!