Chapter 66: Still so Unethical

"Boom!"

The Japanese soldiers carrying explosive packs had used several explosive packs stacked on the thick wall to blast a three-meter-wide gap.

After several Japanese soldiers threw several grenades into the warehouse and exploded, the Japanese soldiers who were still suffering from grenades thrown from the upstairs could not wait to rush in.

In the telescope, watching nearly a hundred of his own soldiers successfully blast and quickly enter, Toyota Hide was not as ecstatic as he imagined.

From the perspective of a commander, he certainly hoped that the war would go as smoothly as possible, but from the perspective of a soldier, he felt that this round of attack was too smooth.

It was so smooth that it seemed as if the other commander was a super idiot.

Even if the enemy had killed the opponent's big killer, even if the enemy had four tanks, the enemy should not let their forward rush into the building so easily!

You know, before the battle started, he had actually made plans for Kurokawa Weaving, the idiot, and his men to be cannon fodder.

The hope of victory actually rests on the two infantry squadrons that followed, okay?

But why did the cannon fodder become the sharp knife that pierces the enemy's heart?

This is like a duel between two martial arts masters. One of them has thought of several countermeasures and was ready to kick the opponent in the crotch when he stretched out a head-on punch. Who knew that the opponent was so weak that he hit the opponent's face with just that punch.

Then, the martial arts master who had the upper hand felt a little weak.

Is the opponent planning to spray blood on my face?

Perhaps, it was when he saw that nearly 400 people from the two infantry squadrons had entered the 200-meter distance in front of the warehouse and even began to move forward without crouching, but took big strides to speed up, that the Japanese major who felt a little weak finally felt more at ease.

No matter what the Chinese commander planned, as long as the 100 people who rushed in were not 100 pigs, they would always be able to hold on until the main force followed up!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The familiar muffled sound resounded throughout the battlefield.

The Japanese major who had just put his mind at ease broke out in a sweat in an instant.

Raising the telescope, two brilliant sparks appeared in his field of vision.

Not only did the Chinese machine guns not get killed in the last round of "startling the snake", but there was even one more.

But this was not the real reason that made Toyota Hide's back shiver.

Why did the Chinese wait until now to bring out their trump card?

What are they waiting for?

Waiting for tanks?

Didn't they already have two Type 89 and Type 94 tanks?

Doesn't that satisfy their appetite?

A series of question marks emerged in the mind of the Japanese major, and almost confused the Japanese major himself, who had a good brain.

But soon, he knew the answer.

Two machine guns emerged from the roof at this time, and the main target to be hit was naturally not the infantry.

Even if one shell took away two people, it would be unstoppable for the 400 Japanese infantrymen who had increased their speed and were about to enter the full-scale charge stage.

The target of the two machine guns could only be tanks.

However, it was different from what the Japanese imagined.

The first tanks to be attacked by machine guns were not the four tanks closest to the warehouse, but the two Type 89 tanks that rushed out of the houses in the distance.

Perhaps because they were too relaxed, the two Type 89B tanks drove at the speed of a sports car. In just one minute, the two 12.7-ton steel behemoths ran nearly 200 meters, but they ran much faster than the Japanese infantrymen with short legs.

The two machine guns did not disperse the artillery fire, but aimed at one of them. Who made the sun flag on the top of the tank look very cool!

That would be as conspicuous as wearing bright silver armor and riding a white horse in a cavalry battle.

"Dang dang" The machine gun that had been tested several times in a row finally hit the relatively thick front armor of the tank, but it was not a direct hit, but hit the round side of the turret.

Then, the shell was bounced off by the rounded corners like a steel helmet, leaving a long bullet mark and a dazzling fire.

The tanks were not damaged, but the Japanese infantrymen who were following behind were almost scared to death.

Most of the people present were veterans. They knew very well that although these shells did not cause much damage to the tanks, the fact that they could hit the tanks proved that the Chinese shooters had already adjusted the sights. God knew that at that moment, the 89 tanks that were so powerful just now would be turned into a big torch.

If they stayed behind, they might be implicated by the explosives in the tanks that were blown up at any time.

Without waiting for the squadron leader's military order, the two squads behind the tanks that were targeted were scattered like birds and beasts under the loud command of the sergeant leading the team, and hid in the ruins they thought were safe.

The Japanese army's scumbag infantry-tank cooperation training was undoubtedly exposed at this moment. The armored soldiers who thought they were awesome looked down on the local infantrymen, and the local infantrymen abandoned the tanks without thinking at the moment of danger, and their bodies reacted very honestly.

Of course, compared to the tank crews in the tanks that were hit, the Japanese infantry were only afraid of catastrophic consequences, and the people in the tanks were the ones who kept yelling.

They were not afraid, but confused.

The Chinese are not unethical, but too unethical. They killed the machine gun, so why are they still alive and have another one?

Let’s make an analogy like this. A wretched short-legged man marries a beautiful wife who is as beautiful as a flower. The most fearful thing is to be cuckolded. Then what? The wife swears to the short-legged man that you think too much. In fact, I like women. Isn’t the short-legged man very happy?

However, the happy short-legged man returns from outside one day and finds that there is an extra man in the bed. No, there are two. How do you think he feels?

The worst thing is that these two ‘adulterers’ are holding knives, nine-ring machetes, Qinglong Yanyue swords...

What kind of mood is this?

I’m afraid that only Major Tokugawa can tell you what this mood change from heaven to hell is like.

Unfortunately, I’m afraid there will be no chance.

“Back up! Back up!” The Japanese major slapped the shoulder of the tank driver in front of him frantically.

Yes, that's right. The Japanese tanks were not equipped with radios. Not to mention communicating with the outside world, even inside the tanks, they had to rely on "punching and kicking", which was a unique communication method of the Japanese armored soldiers.

Relying on talking? You think too much. No one can hear the words clearly in the huge roar of the diesel engine. Could it be that the driver had to look back at the mouth shape of his squadron leader in his busy schedule and rely on guessing?

The decision to reverse was naturally correct. It was too late to fire back, and the opponent was on the roof. If he was not careful, the shells would pass over the roof and hit the concession. Long before entering the battlefield, Japanese officers at all levels had strictly prohibited upward shooting at the warehouse building from the front. Flat shooting was the limit.

Moreover, the thickest part of the tank armor is the front armor. If the 17mm armor is still not reassuring, can it rely on the 12mm armor at the rear?

The Type 89 tank with a small flag on it was reversing frantically. The Japanese infantrymen who dodged in time were cursing in their hearts, thankful that they dodged quickly, otherwise those bastards would have crushed me into meat floss pancakes without caring about anything.

Damn it, why don't you just die? At least more than half of the Japanese infantrymen cursed in their hearts.

Then, their expectations came true.

Lei Xiong had already lifted two machine guns to the gun positions that had been set up on the roof when the Japanese vanguard infantry entered the 40-meter distance.

It took a full minute just to aim at the two Type 89 tanks that were rushing from a distance. Now they had adjusted the sights by test firing. How could they run away?

Within ten seconds, the two machine guns fired five shells each.